The Scandalous Record of Mustard Marriage (Author: Unknown)

The Ugly Ducklings of Mustard Marriage -

Chapter One:

In Shanghai, a metropolis immersed in the torrent of modern style, considerate and thoughtful new men are everywhere. For their wives, children, and families, they are meticulous in every little detail of life, working tirelessly and willingly, even believing that this is what makes life fulfilling and what the charm of a successful marriage lies in.

Just like Chen Jiawei, as the assistant to the deputy director of Zhongtong Financing Group, despite being just an assistant position, his monthly income averages over 10,000 yuan. This nearly middle-aged, semi-white-collar man from Jilin, a new Shanghai man from the south, was already driving his wife's white imported 3 Series BMW, which had just been "Made by Chimei," home at 7:30 in the morning, speeding along Yanggao South Road. Even though Lianyang Car Wash, which costs 15 yuan a wash, is right at their doorstep, he insisted on getting it washed at a high-end detailing shop 6 kilometers away for 50 yuan a wash.

No wonder, the standard car wash cleaning at ordinary car washes never satisfied his wife, Li Ying. After all, he'd been stuck with a slightly obsessive-compulsive Shanghai lady. To please her, occasional flattery was unavoidable. As the gates of the Shuiqingmuhua community came into view, a sleepy Chen Jiawei, while waiting for the traffic light, glanced at the gleaming white leather car on the seat next to him and muttered to himself, "Well, it's this clean. What can you say now?"

Entering the house, Chen Jiawei's drowsiness gradually disappeared. Seeing his 10-year-old son on the balcony, so engrossed in preparing his German speech for the city competition representing his school, a sense of satisfaction welled up within him. This was an opportunity Li Ying had long awaited; their son's bright future was a crucial part of his wife's exciting life.

Opening the bedroom door, Chen Jiawei saw Li Ying standing in front of the wardrobe, combing her hair. To elicit sympathy, he deliberately adopted a weary tone, "The car's ready, Yingying. What time are you leaving? The sashimi, I've already taken it out..."

Jiawei and his 35-year-old wife had been married for 10 years, yet he suddenly used such a form of address. They were clearly an old married couple. Looking at Li Ying's voluptuous back, slightly suffocated by her uniform , in the mirror, he actually felt a stirring within him. As a man, a certain part of his body aroused.

Li Ying, however, seemed oblivious to her husband's words. While tidying her shoulder-length wavy hair, she repeatedly swayed her relatively slender waist in front of the mirror. Her slightly anxious gaze flickered towards the doorway before returning to her wide, rounded pelvis, which protruded from the hem of her suit jacket.

"The child is right outside, how disgusting! Close the door!"

Jiawei, who was a year older than his wife, immediately scurried through the TV cabinet like a mouse and came up behind her. In fact, even he, an old man, found it hard to understand. They had been married for so many years, but when he saw Li Ying's outstanding S-shaped figure, especially her buttocks that could stretch even her semi-polyester tight pants to a shiny shine, he always felt an impulse, as if he had suddenly become a few years younger.

"He's on the balcony, how could he hear me!"

"What? I was screaming so loudly last night, I don't even know if he heard me. Qiqi is not a little girl anymore, okay... Have you taken the wrong medicine these past few days? How come you've become so vicious? Huh? Look at this sheet, didn't I tell you to smear it on the toilet paper? Change it for me before you go to work, don't let the auntie see it!

You're not embarrassed, but she is."

Actually, after Chen Qi started elementary school, his wife's words and mannerisms had gradually become more serious than before, but at this moment, her suddenly charming and shy tone made her husband Jiawei feel a little awkward. Looking at the obvious wet stains of semen on the sheet under the half-lifted quilt, he seemed to feel that the thing in his crotch was starting to revive again.

Sharing a bed with a wife whose men have twice as many partners as he does every month, even a highly educated man like Jiawei feels a sense of oppression. This is especially true for a man with a strong sense of pride like Jiawei. He'll try anything to improve his image in front of her, particularly in terms of the quality of their sex life.

He sees this as crucial to their marriage, so to project a more powerful image, he's been searching for the best-performing long-lasting wet wipes. For him, marriage always requires the joint effort of both partners to maintain it and compensate for any shortcomings, and perhaps the man should work a little harder.

"My biggest advantage is that I'm very self-aware! And you, my wife, are indeed past your prime, ah! But now there are so many outstanding men around me, I..."

This seemingly casual, slightly flirtatious remark immediately angered Li Ying, who interrupted him halfway through.

"What nonsense are you spouting! The child's almost puberty, and I've been too embarrassed to walk around in my underwear in front of him for years. And you still have these thoughts? I admit, yes! Those men you know, those so-called 'talented men,' do surpass you in some ways, but what am I to you?

I asked you why you've been performing well these past few days, and that's the kind of answer you gave me. So, you're saying that if you're not good enough, I have to sleep with them all? Huh!"

"Li Ying, you misunderstood. I was just saying..."

"Wait, Chen Jiawei, let me finish this time. No wonder you reacted so strongly last time when I didn't answer your phone, all that high-sounding talk about concern and worry. Looks like it was all...bullshit. You probably thought I was doing 'that,' didn't you? Damn it, my pants were already sore this morning, and you just added fuel to the fire. I'm completely convinced now that you need to see a psychologist!"

Chen Jiawei was speechless. He couldn't believe that a comment he himself probably didn't understand would anger Li Ying so much, even to the point of involving psychological issues. His wife would usually make Qi Qi write a self-criticism for a single swear word, but now it had slipped out of his mouth. Was she still holding a grudge about the questioning he'd given her downstairs at the Jinmao Tower?

But Jiawei also knew that at times like this, for women, right and wrong were secondary; appeasement was the first step. Even though his lower body had calmed down a bit from the shock, he still pressed against Li Ying's full back, his lips following closely to her earlobe. His words were gentle.

“Wife, what are you thinking? I was just trying to say…”

Li Ying usually fell for his act, but this time she insisted on trying to pry his large hands off her arms.

“Don’t try that, it won’t work. You’ve really disappointed me. Watching so many porn movies, your head is full of inappropriate thoughts. I think you’re deeply poisoned, ruined! How are you going to raise the next generation like this? I want a divorce!”

Jiawei’s strong hands naturally ignored her temporary struggle, and he even used his penis, which had just softened but was immediately inflating again, to press against the part of her buttocks that was bulging out from under her pants. Because it wasn’t erect yet, it was pressed diagonally against the mound of flesh.

“Just let your husband finish speaking, after all these years, you’re still so impatient!”

Instinct is strong, and although she was still angry, Li Ying’s face immediately began to blush.

"What are you talking about? I'm definitely divorcing you, let me go."

"What I was trying to say was, don't...don't be so awkward, your husband's penis is already hard, this will...break it...ah...let me finish! What I was trying to say was, they have their strengths, and I have mine. Why are you getting so worked up? It's bad for your health."

"You always want to compare yourself to them. What are you comparing? Do you think there's any comparison? No matter what, they're still just people I interact with at work; that relationship is already established. And who are you? Don't you know your own place? Do you think I still need to wear this diamond ring? It seems it's purely a formality."

"No...no, sweetie! Honey...I was wrong, it's all my fault for not expressing myself clearly, oh...it's so hard down there."

"Back then, several people in your grade were pursuing me at the same time, why did I marry you? What did I say at the wedding banquet in front of dozens of tables of people? You filthy bastard, why are you only starting to disbelieve me now, disbelieve yourself? Huh?"

"Who told you to look so much like Ji Xueping, and have a much better figure than her? Every man would be attracted to you, okay? I'm not distrusting you, it's just that I'm deeply attracted to you!"

Jiawei knew, of course, that his wife's words about divorce were just said in anger, and he also knew that his continuous coaxing offensive would become more and more effective, but his tone was still getting softer and softer, almost as if he wanted to devour her whole ear.

Under her husband's comforting words, a woman is still a woman after all, and once she softens her ears, everything will soften. At this moment, Li Ying's nipples were probably the only thing that was getting harder and harder.

"Alright...alright, you idiot (a Shanghai slang term often used by women to address men), stop it! I can only believe half of what you say. I have to go to the company, it's too late. I still need to take Qiqi there! We can stay together, but it depends on your behavior over the next few months." "You

can sense it, can you...want it..." Jiawei completely ignored her words, his tone becoming even more provocative.

In reality, this was probably the only thing that truly resonated with Li Ying. She quickly turned around to check the time, unintentionally causing Jiawei's already hard penis to leave her buttocks, forcing his pants into a corner and pressing hard against her lower abdomen, specifically her ovaries. This instantly aroused Li Ying even more.

But Jiawei immediately noticed a hint of disappointment in his wife's initially lustful eyes.

“What’s wrong? I’ll lock the door, and I’ll help you have another one (‘have another one’ is Shanghainese for female orgasm! Hmm… This house is soundproof, Qiqi won’t hear you, at most when you moan. Just tone it down a little… Hmm…”

“You’re pushing your luck… Do you think I only go to the company at noon? There’s a whole bunch of documents waiting for me to review. Besides, the US representative from that company will be coming to Shanghai tomorrow to discuss contract renewal! I’m going to be very busy today.”

Despite saying those words, Li Ying’s hand had already inadvertently moved to the most prominent part of her husband’s crotch, grabbed it, and stroked it a few times.

"Which company's collaboration is making you so concerned... Oh... Oh my... Honey, your skills are getting better and better... Oh... Ah... Uh..."

"Delong... It's the one who invited our family to the celebration party last time, at the French-owned bar on Maomi Road. Their boss is a 'fried egg,' didn't you joke with him... No... Why talk so much to someone like you? I have to go to work."

"It'll only take five minutes. At most, I'll take care of myself when you get there, so you can vent and then focus on your work!"

Clearly, once again, Li Ying deeply felt that her husband had a perfect grasp of her thoughts. With this teasing, coupled with her own vigorous physical characteristics at that age, she really wanted to take off her pants and have a good time to release her already boiling lower body. However, reason repeatedly suppressed her almost ignited desire.

"What's wrong with you? Didn't I say I was short on time? Besides, if you make me come now, how am I supposed to do anything when I'm exhausted? Do you expect me to sleep at the company? You idiot!"

Seeing the casual tone in his wife's words, Jiawei breathed a sigh of relief. He naturally wouldn't insist, because he knew the effect had been achieved. Moreover, since she was going to the US on a business trip next week, their wedding anniversary dinner would be earlier in the evening, and their sex life would definitely be much more frequent at her request in the next few days. It was best to conserve some energy.

"You said earlier that the pants bothered you too, so what? Isn't everything fine?"

Li Ying had already picked up her bag and was about to leave the bedroom, but she didn't want to extend the topic to the living room and let her son hear, so she went back to the bedside.

"You see... it shows you don't understand me at all."

"What... what's wrong with me?"

Li Ying sighed in disappointment, swaying her voluptuous waist towards Jiawei as before.

“Look… your belly is all over the place, and…”

As she spoke, she turned around, slightly sticking out her plump, round buttocks, which were now covered up, making Jiawei’s pants taut again in a second.

“Look at this butt, it’s been so fat ever since I had him, and the pants are designed like this, so now when I pick things up, I have to bend over with my back straight, you know… never mind, last time I was just standing outside bending over to get a bag from the car, and when I turned around, there were several men looking at me strangely.”

“Ha… that means you’re sexy, you get a lot of attention, many women would love to have you, come on! Besides, haven’t you been practicing yoga for a while now, isn’t the effect obvious?”

Jiawei was a little overwhelmed by that domineering buttocks, but he knew very well that what he just said was against his conscience. After all, in front of his wife, the thing he hated most was being stingy, and maintaining good manners wasn’t just a matter of before and after marriage.

"Yeah, I'm in a class taught by an internationally renowned coach, but why do I feel like I'm getting fatter and fatter?

Besides, these European designs, the clothes are all so short, they can't even cover up my bottom... My butt is always being stared at by those stinky men, isn't that strange..."

"Looks like you're still so conservative. It's not like you're not wearing pants, you can't see anything anyway, your eyes are on other people's bodies... You really are something... Could it be early menopause..."

"I'm not talking to you anymore, you useless piece of trash. After all these years, I'm only now realizing how perverted you really are. I don't know how I ever fell for you. I'm leaving. Oh... also, you offended me this morning on our wedding anniversary, so I'll punish you tonight by making you use... use that thing... Also, if you're still crippled like last time, the probation period for divorce will be shortened... Also, after we leave, quickly put the wastebasket in the bathroom and take it downstairs. There's my very wet, dirty panty liner in there. It'll be very embarrassing if Auntie sees it. I'm leaving..."

Li Ying said as she left the bedroom, her hand still unconsciously tugging at the back edge of her short suit jacket. But in Chen Jiawei's eyes, that was obviously a futile effort. In fact, he also wanted something to cover it up, even just part of it, so it wouldn't be so conspicuous, and it wasn't just the lower body, that deep V-neck suit jacket and the matching silk shirt underneath.

Even though not a single button was undone, his wife's fair, full breasts, deep cleavage, and even the obvious wrinkles on the cleavage ridges would occasionally tug at his rather sensitive penis. But what about outside, at work, in front of other men?

As a man who had to be magnanimous in front of his wife, he could only pretend nothing was wrong. Or he could comfort himself by thinking that working women all had to dress like this, that society was fair, and that his wife was just more voluptuous.

Only after hearing the living room door close did Jiawei leave the bedroom, so he wouldn't have to worry about Qiqi seeing his indecent lower body. After completing a series of instructions from his wife, he returned to the bedroom, used his key to open the small door at the top of the wardrobe that was rarely opened, and, standing on tiptoe, pulled out a rod-shaped object nearly 30 centimeters long and slightly curved.

He held the thing, half-lying on the edge of the bed, and laughed, "Tonight I'll punish you by making you use... use... use that thing..." These words, spoken with extreme hesitation, echoed repeatedly in his mind. Although she was shy, she had actually brought it up this time. Had she really become dependent on it? The last time she brought it up was after drinking XO, which could be ignored, but this time his mind was clearly so clear. Holding the thick, imported rubber dildo in his hand, Chen Jiawei, overwhelmed with mixed feelings, finally began to feel slightly uneasy.

Some time ago, after learning the common knowledge that having a penis simultaneously thrusting into a woman's vagina and anus would definitely be twice as effective, and might even lead to wave after wave of orgasms, Jiawei, as a model husband, had always wanted his wife to experience

the feeling of being the "sandwich" filling like those "sexually blissful" women in porn films, and also wanted to take their family's sexual pleasure to a new level, but under the condition that he absolutely could not allow a second man to interfere in their marital relations.

A few months ago, he finally had a sudden whim and brought a dildo home.

After some coaxing, Li Ying, disregarding her germaphobia, agreed to let Jiawei insert the large plastic dildo into her anus during sex. However, several attempts, regardless of the brand of Vaseline used, ended unpleasantly, even counterproductively, with the burning pain in her anus disrupting her daily life for days.

Just when Jiawei abandoned the idea of dual penetration and only used the over $100 super-fleshy dildo as a tool for oral sex with his wife, an unexpected surprise occurred.

Childbirth had made his wife's vulva larger and her vagina much looser, leading Jiawei to accidentally push the dildo into her vagina during a sexual encounter where she was face down, squeezing his own penis inside. The immediate swelling and pain in her vagina, coupled with the discomfort in his penis...

Just as Jiawei was about to persuade the two to give up this indecent experiment, he suddenly discovered that the rhythm of the plastic dildo going in and out of his hand, whenever it alternated with his real penis, gave his penis an indescribable stimulation. At the same time, he could even clearly see an expression on his wife's face that was rarely seen during sex—pain mixed with excitement, excitement filled with satisfaction, and satisfaction containing a hint of distortion.

Rather than making it difficult for her to truly reach her climax in the long run, he decided to go all out and ignore Li Ying's objections, such as "Pull it out... what are you doing..." and instead, as his penis began to adapt to this friction, he thrust in harder and harder.

Sure enough, before they'd even gone ten times, his wife's expression suddenly turned sour that only "ugly" could describe it. She clung tightly to him, "I'm coming, I'm coming, this time it feels... a little strange... ahhh... I'm really coming... why does it feel... ahhh... why is it so strange..."

Even more absurdly, just as Jiawei felt that unprecedented trembling emanating from her body, and felt himself about to ejaculate at any moment, he suddenly felt something shoot into his hands, testicles, and inner thighs, gushing out in streams, instantly soaking him completely. The moans were incredibly loud.

"Ah..."

Since their marriage, the "love fluid" his wife secreted during intercourse had only ever wet his penis, but that time, so much fluid had seeped out of her vagina. At that moment, he felt a strange sense of guilt; his wife was a clean freak, yet he'd been forced into this state, a mixture of surprise and lingering fear.

Of course, for a man, the time it took to maintain ejaculation was less than a fifth of his usual duration, almost no better than premature ejaculation. Yet, Chen Jiawei felt a great sense of accomplishment that night. He knew very well that such a powerful orgasm from a woman during normal marital intercourse was a rare and precious occurrence. Although he was completely exhausted after ejaculating, the aftermath was still vivid in his mind. As soon as

Li Ying's long moan subsided, she hurriedly stood on the floor in a panic, clutching her lower abdomen at the large wet patch on the sheets, her face a mixture of embarrassment and inexplicable anxiety. "Qiqi heard it! Qiqi definitely heard it this time! How are we going to tell him tomorrow?"

"Oh dear! Honey, he's only 10 years old. What are you worried about? Even if he heard it, what will happen?"

"What do you know? There's internet technology everywhere these days. What doesn't a child understand? We just haven't faced this issue directly. Maybe he already understands... If he really heard it, how am I supposed to face him in the future?"

"...No...no way, Yingying. When we came to decide on this house together, besides the complete community facilities and its proximity to Lujiazui, making it convenient for your commute, it also had a huge advantage: soundproofing. Are there any other apartments in Lianyangli that are better? Have you forgotten?"

Li Ying, looking dazed, was clearly a little doubtful, her embarrassment undiminished, and her hand was still covering her lower abdomen.

"Then...then, what is this puddle...look! What is it? What does it look like on the sheets? I...why is there so much water coming out of me again? It's more than my period!"

As an adult film enthusiast, Jiawei certainly knew what had happened and what the puddle was, but the inner conflict made him quickly lie. While intensely satisfying his wife, he seemed worried that Li Ying might become obsessed with this double penetration method in the future. Given her work environment, the consequences were obvious.

"Isn't that your pee?"

"Of course it is, would I be asking you if it were pee?"

"Maybe it's lubrication, I don't have any concrete evidence. By the way, why are you covering that area?"

"It's all your fault! I told you to stop, but you kept pushing it harder, and now it feels weird inside. What if it causes problems?"

"Does it hurt?"

"I can't really say, it just feels weird, and when you were doing it earlier, it felt like a certain spot inside was being stimulated really hard, like my lower abdomen was being electrocuted. I've never experienced that before."

It was obvious that this was all the reaction to a G-spot orgasm. Jiawei was afraid that his wife would become dependent on this type of orgasm, because it required high standards for the way they had sex and their partners. Of course, he wanted to stay oblivious and even started testing the waters.

"How about I do it for you again tomorrow morning? I'll change the sheets tomorrow, so you can have another good time."

"What? You're so reckless! I don't want to do it! You don't even know what's going on and you're already messing around. What if you ruin my body? My front is so swollen! And these sheets, change them now, then we can sleep. Or I'll sleep in the guest room... Also, go wash this 'jj' clean! It's so dirty. Next time you'll have to put it in my mouth, how disgusting!"

"Okay, okay... whatever you say, wife. At most, I won't do it again."

"Let's wait until Qiqi goes to school tomorrow before washing it. It'll be embarrassing if she sees it."

"Okay!"

Actually, Jiawei was quite relieved about his wife's reaction afterward, especially since she was slightly averse to the stimulation of double penetration, which is the easiest way to lead to infidelity. As for himself, no matter what, he had made his wife ejaculate so much love juice, so objectively, as a husband, he had done a good deed in bed.

Later, even after that old classmate reunion, when his wife had consumed too much red wine and was in a drunken state, he was able to bring his plastic penis back into service. However, because his penis was uncooperative, it failed to get going before it even started, causing her to not come at all that night. She immediately turned on him in bed, but considering that it happened while she was in a daze, it was not surprising.

But now, she actually said, "Tonight I'm going to punish you by making you use... use that thing..." The image of her extremely out-of-control and ugly expression during her first G-spot orgasm was still fresh in Jiawei's mind, casting huge question marks in his chaotic thoughts—she would actually ask me to use that...

Could it be... could it be that she didn't mean it that way, and he had misunderstood? To immediately confirm his suspicions, Jiawei took out his phone and dialed directly.

*Beep*...

the call was answered after a few rings.

"What's wrong, Jiawei?"

"You just said you wanted to use that thing tonight, could you be a little more specific?"

"..."

"Hello...hello...can you hear me? Which thing do you want?" "

Jiawei, are you doing this on purpose or what?"

"Wife, I really can't process this right away!"

"You want me to take that thing together, like last time when we wet the sheets..."

"...You're smart...but...but you have to let me in at least once...get everything ready before I get back...don't disappoint your wife again..." "

...Oh...okay..."

"I'm already on Taolin Road, almost at Qiqi's school, I'll hang up now, Jiawei."

"Okay..."

After putting her phone back in her LV bag, Li Ying glanced at her wedding photo with him on the dashboard, her face flushing slightly. She then cautiously glanced at Chen Qi in the back seat; he seemed to still be looking out the window.

"mbmi, is that dbddy calling?"

"Yes! By the way, your aunt will pick you up after school today. mbmi might have a business dinner tonight and won't be able to pick you up. Lily is at your aunt's house today, why don't you go play with her? I've already talked to your aunt."

"Okay! I miss Lily a little. What about tomorrow?"

"If you still want to go tomorrow, I can have your aunt pick you up again."

"Actually, I want to stay a few more days. Is that okay?"

"Lily is only going for three days. How about this, just three days? I'll help you brush up on your German when you come back, okay?"

"Okay, three days is fine."

"Okay."

After dropping Qiqi off at school, Li Ying's BMW quickly arrived on Dongfang Road. She seemed a little excited. Just as she was about to take out her phone to call Jiawei and tell him that she had created a new setting for their sweet evening, her phone rang.

"Hey, Linda?"

"Amy (Li Ying's English name at the company), dropping off your son again today?"

"You...what's up?"

"Hehe...a CEO of a Fortune 500 company, huh? Silly, I'm right behind you! Are you so lovesick for your man that you've become oblivious?"

"Wh...what? Why do you always ambush me like this!"

Li Ying did indeed see a new red Buick Excelle in the rearview mirror; it was Linda's private car, the top assistant to the head of the Shanghai office of Delong Group. Although she knew Linda was a rather shrewd Cantonese woman, they got along very well when it came to food, drinks, and entertainment, and the two could be considered half-sisters.

"What are you doing that's so shady? Are you afraid I'll ambush you?... Hehe, just kidding. But Amy, why are you still so flamboyant?"

"What do you mean, flamboyant... Little girl, what are you saying?"

"Why is there 'I love JJ' on the back of your car?"

"Oh my! Little girl, haven't I already told you seriously? JJ is the initials of my husband Jiawei's English name. Why do you keep thinking that? Really!"

"Amy, I'm not trying to be mean, but even if you have an English name, you can use your full name. You know, it's not that I'm overthinking things, but everyone in our company who knows you, especially those stinky men, thinks 'JJ' means that."

"Let them think what they want. I know it myself."

"Oh, Amy, to be honest, I really like your personality, and sometimes I admire you. But, some things are... well..."

"Just say it, don't hold back. Why are you being so hesitant?"

“You probably don’t know, our company is so big, and I’m practically one of the top people here. Anyway… well, do you have any other plans for lunch later?”

Although Li Ying seemed nonchalant on the surface, a hint of embarrassment and doubt flickered beneath her cheerful expression.

“How about this, Linda, I’ll treat you to something at Starbucks for lunch. I’ve been busy lately and haven’t had a chance to treat you.”

“Okay! We’ll discuss the specific time at the company. Anyway, all the big shots from Delong went to Puxi today, so I shouldn’t have anything planned for lunch.”

“Okay. See you later, little girl.”

“Okay! Bye-bye, Amy…”

It was midday, the sun was blazing, but the air conditioning in the Starbucks on the third floor of Zhengda Plaza was still so strong, making everyone feel so comfortable. About ten minutes earlier than the agreed time, Ms. Li Ying, whom Linda kept referring to as Sister Amy, the second-in-command of the Shanghai branch of Zhongying Group's East China region, and the CEO and CFO, was already quietly reviewing documents on a Hanvon computer in a corner on a curved sofa.

Her hairstyle, figure, and fitted business attire all exuded her inherent poise and distinguished mature womanly charm, while the faint scent of CDs emanating from her quickly filled the surrounding air with a pleasant fragrance.

A short while later, a woman with short, Vidal Sassoon-style hair, wearing a light gray pencil skirt and uniform, walked towards Li Ying with a graceful yet agile gait, attracting the attention of several men. Indeed, another modern woman with a voluptuous figure had appeared, but when she stood before Li Ying, it became clear that her own curves were slightly less impressive. So, the quick-witted Linda deliberately spoke with a hint of jealousy, though her words were clearly praising the woman who was smiling at her and addressing her as "elder sister."

"Amy, it seems you really don't consider me a sister. Look at you, all puffed up! I've asked you so many times what brand you wear, but you just won't tell me. You're so mean!" Although she hadn't been in Shanghai for many years, this southern woman already had a very strong Shanghai accent and knew how to make people happy. But in reality, she had always envied Li Ying's firm, full breasts.

"What? You're late again! You know what? I'm punishing you by making you treat me to Daikanyama lobster another day!"

Li Ying, of course, knew what Linda was talking about, but in her heart, if it weren't for company rules, she would never have gone out dressed so provocatively. Just as she had told Jiawei, she had always ignored this kind of uniquely feminine beauty.

"Yes! It's all Han Yun's fault. That man is definitely out of his mind. He's clearly in Puxi, but he still calls me several times a day, asking me to help his department check contract templates, as if I were his subordinate. I haven't even had lunch yet, and I'm almost full of anger."

"Waiter! Hi... another large cappuccino with milk, and... bring me the menu." Li Ying spoke with confidence, raising her voice only slightly, yet almost all the young waiters at Starbucks heard her. Then, she quickly returned to the topic of Linda.

"Is that the Gucci Han who invited me to dance last time? Isn't he from your Beijing branch?"

"Yes, he was. Who knew some idiot upstairs would have him transferred here, saying that Shanghai Chuangying needed a boost and needed him to lead the operations for a while. I used to have a pretty good impression of him, but who knew that this bastard would cause even more trouble than that old lecher Zhu Lin (her direct boss, the head of Delong's Shanghai region). Because of that man, I've had to work overtime almost every day..." "So

, it turns out that I, a talented woman who is a senior interpreter, only earn a few thousand yuan and have to do what those people think. Unlike you, your mature business team is already so full. Sigh, it's really hard to compare people..."

Actually, Li Ying didn't want to continue this topic with Linda. She knew very well why she came here, but she didn't show it at all.

"Alright, young man, you have a long road ahead of you. Besides, I think that Gucci Han is quite something, isn't he? Handsome, capable, and tasteful. He's just a little older than you, but I don't think that's a problem anymore... I don't want you to be coming to my house alone again in a few years."

"Come on, Amy, why do you always tease me like that?"

"No way, I really meant it! You're such an ungrateful little girl, I've spoiled you for nothing."

"Then let me ask you, since he's so outstanding, why did you turn down his lunch invitation that time? Besides, he seemed to really have something to talk to you about, and he seemed very sincere."

"You woman, why are you dragging me into this again? I trusted you so much. Do you really think a married woman like me could easily go out to eat in that kind of place alone with him? Besides, although my Jiawei never says anything, I know he's actually quite sensitive about this kind of thing. I don't want any gossip to reach our family one day... It seems that in your eyes, I should be a successful woman who neglects her family for her career?"

"..." Linda seemed about to say something, but after hearing Li Ying's words, she fell silent for a moment, her expression calm. She glanced at Li Ying's half-exposed white chest and the brown scarf around her neck, smiled admiringly, and looked out the window.

"What's wrong, Linda? What, do you think I'm conservative?"

Finally, Linda's usually lighthearted expression turned serious, and her tone became more formal. "Amy.

Actually, although we haven't known each other for long, I really like your way of handling things. They're all my bosses, so I shouldn't be saying much to you... You, do you really not know, or is there some other reason?"

Actually, Li Ying had been waiting for this moment, and now, she was becoming increasingly hesitant about Linda's words.

"How would I know if you don't tell me? Don't be afraid of anything, I've heard about it. What is it?"

"Amy, I dreamed about you a few days ago..." Linda said, her expression becoming more focused, and she moved forward slightly.

"Oh dear, I'm going to call your older sister. Stop talking nonsense, why do you like to pry into people's minds so much... Get to the point, okay?"

"Please don't interrupt me, let me finish first!"

Seeing that Linda was getting a little impatient, Li Ying could only try to appease her.

"Alright, go ahead."

"That day, I dreamt that you came to the company to discuss cooperation with Zhu Lin and Han Yun."

"Us? Who else?"

"Oh, of course, it's your big boss, President Guo."

"Okay, continue."

"I don't know what happened, but out of nowhere, without knocking, I pushed open the door to President Zhu's office and actually saw..."

Linda deliberately slowed her pace, but when she saw Witte walking towards her with a coffee out of the corner of her eye, she quickly swallowed her words. "Wait, Amy, it's not convenient right now. Wait a minute..."

Amy paused for a moment, perhaps trying to figure out what Linda was trying to say.

"Okay, we'll call you when we need something, thank you!" Linda casually called away the neatly dressed young woman, Witte, and moved her face closer to Li Ying.

"In the dream, I was really terrified."

"Okay... enough nonsense, what happened next?"

Seeing that Li Ying was already a bit involved, Linda lowered her voice even more, and her expression became a little unnatural as she spoke. "Back then, on that big sofa in that office, I actually saw you naked and doing *that* with the three of them!"

"..." Although it was just a dream, upon hearing this, Li Ying's face turned bright red, and she suddenly became speechless, only managing to speak after a long while.

"Doing *that* kind of thing? Makelove!" As she spoke, her surprise was undisguisedly revealed on her flushed face.

"Yes!"

"And it was with... all three of them at the same time..." Li Ying's absurd and ridiculous expression, along with her emphasized tone, immediately made Linda across from her tense.

“Sister Amy, I feel like that dream was so real, the scene is still vivid in my mind. At that time, yes, you were wearing a shirt made of this kind of fabric, but your breasts were completely exposed. One was being pinched by President Guo, and the other by Zhu Lin, but the nipple was in Han Yun's mouth…”

“…I’m speechless…” Li Ying shook her head and rolled her eyes helplessly.

“Yes, I was clearly very embarrassed at the time, but I was still envious of your breasts…”

“…Ugh…” Li Ying’s gaze inexplicably turned to the window.

"It really was... I didn't realize I was dreaming at all. There were wads of dirty toilet paper on the floor, your black pants on the table and your beige underwear with a sanitary pad still on them. Every detail was so clear, and... and at that time... I really don't know how to say it."

"..."

"You... you were sandwiched between two men, Han Yun and Zhu Lin, with your buttocks completely naked and facing me. It really scared me. It's a bit... to say, but you actually had one in your vagina, one in your mouth, and even one in your anus." As she described this, a blush clearly appeared on Linda's lightly made-up face, and the shock in her eyes was mixed with a hint of shyness.

"I remember it very clearly, very clearly. Han Yun was fucking your cunt like he was fucking an enemy. Even though his testicles were already soaked with your vaginal fluid (the fluid that comes out of the vagina during a female orgasm), he was still thrusting hard, making water splash everywhere. The whole office was filled with 'slap slap...' And you, with your boss Guo's penis in your mouth, couldn't even make a sound. You could only moan 'mh...mh...'. Even now, thinking about that scene, I still feel a kind of indescribable feeling."

Linda's voice remained barely audible, only those within a meter could hear, but her tone grew increasingly agitated: "What's even more devastating is that I clearly saw you in pain from behind, but just as Han Yun's thing slipped out due to the force of his thrust, it was you who quickly shoved it back in. Oh, right! The diamond ring on that hand is exactly the same as this one." Naturally, Linda's bewildered gaze shifted to Li Ying's hand, adorned with her large wedding diamond ring.

It was precisely at this moment that Li Ying seemed to reach her breaking point.

"Hehe, okay, okay! No need to say anymore! You're going to throw up your breakfast, Jia Hui! How could you have such disgusting things in your head? What kind of dreams did you have... And the protagonist was...

me! You're making me speechless..."

Although she was still smiling as she spoke to her, she was completely suppressing her emotions. As the saying goes, what you think about during the day, you dream about at night. This white-collar woman was suddenly confused about how she was perceived by her friend Linda. But in order to understand her point, she still tried her best to maintain her usual composure, even joking in her tone.

"Hehe... Sister! So I'm really that worthless in your eyes, oh!"

"Amy, look, here you go again. Why are you still so impatient? Listen to me, even though it was just a dream, to be honest, I've been really suppressed because of you lately."

"Then tell me about that lewd dream you had, hurry up and tell me, what was it about?"

"Do you know why there were three of them in my dream with you?"

"How would I know?" "

You told me earlier that you admired Han Yun, saying he was outstanding and stuff, I admit that, anyway, we've already come this far, I'm going all out. Actually, he..."

"Hmm..."

"Actually, I've been worried about you, worried about your Jiawei, and even more worried about Xiao Qiqi."

"Just get to the point, okay?"

"Working under the same roof as him, I can't just say things like that. You see him as so charming and romantic on the surface, but his character is 'unquestionable' to the extreme..."

Li Ying finally felt that the topic was starting to attract her attention, took a sip of coffee, and became serious.

"Hmm...but what does his situation have to do with me, my family?"

"Listen to me, at first those scoundrels, I mean Zhu Lin and Han Yun, would mention you every time they took me to a banquet and got drunk. At the time, I thought they were just saying it for fun..."

"Wait...they mentioned me?"

Linda was already used to being interrupted.

"They all said you're an extremely capable woman, and Chen Jiawei is a complete cuckold."

"..."

In the blink of an eye, Linda noticed that Li Ying's expression was subtly changing, but she didn't stop.

"They keep saying that a man like him, who can marry a beautiful, smart, and gentle woman like you, should be content even if he's being cuckolded. And you, to have reached this position in Zhongying, whether in the upper echelons of your own group or among the authorities of your partners, you... your cunt... at least... must have been penetrated by dozens of men's penises." The table, filled with the mingled

scents of two different women's perfumes, holding two large cappuccinos, suddenly fell silent, remaining so for a good ten minutes.

"Heh... do you believe that?" Li Ying could still laugh. She deeply loved Jiawei and Qiqi. For them, despite her strong sex drive, the many and good men around her, and her outstanding qualities, she had remained chaste since marriage. Yet, in some people's eyes, she was considered that kind of woman, and even her husband had been having inappropriate thoughts about her these past few days. In an instant, the last vestige of a "smile" on her stiff facial muscles vanished without a trace.

"How could that be, Sister Amy? I'm not someone you just met. If you don't care, let them talk. The problem is, that so-called good man of yours, Han Yun, almost every time he drinks with Zhu Lin, I hear it. He makes a ridiculous bet with him that he can get you into a luxury suite at the Jinmao Hotel in less than six months, and then go there three times a week. He says there's no woman in Shanghai he can't handle."

"Heh... he said that?" Li Ying actually laughed, but there was a clear hint of sarcasm in the wrinkles around her eyes that were barely concealed by her skincare products.

"At the time, I still thought it was just a scoundrel venting his frustration because he couldn't handle you. I saw him ask you out to dinner a few times, and you always got turned away, right?"

Hearing this, Li Ying couldn't help but think of the lecherous Zhu Lin that Linda kept talking about. But wasn't he just like that?

It's just that Linda was still her subordinate, and she depended on him for her livelihood, so it was better to keep some things to herself in front of her. Li Ying had never forgotten that three years ago, Zhu Lin was even willing to abandon her decade-long relationship and family business in order to get her to divorce Jiawei, but in the end, she still couldn't sway Li Ying. Besides, it was all in the past, and there was no need to bring it up again at this time. All Li Ying could do at that moment was to try her best to stay calm and listen to what she had to say.

"So what actually happened?"

"But actually, actually..."

"What is it?"

"I only found out last week. That day, Zhu Lin and Han Yun invited your boss, Mr. Guo, to dinner in Delin Port, and I went too."

"Hmm, was it the time I turned down the dinner because of Qiqi's parent-teacher conference?"

"Well... probably. Anyway, I was busy all day. I tried to contact you on MSN, but you didn't reply. They didn't know about our close relationship, and they didn't ask me anything."

"Hmm... what happened?"

"The dinner had just started, and I'm sure the men hadn't even touched a drop of alcohol, when Han Yun bluntly told your boss, 'You haven't appreciated his kindness. Does he know that it's because of your illicit relationship with Mr. Guo, and you don't give him any chance to get close, just because you don't want to offend your boss?'"

Another terrifying silence fell, seemingly lasting even longer than before. Finally, even the cold smile disappeared from Li Ying's face.

"...So what was Guo Jiaming's reaction at the time?"

"Reaction? What kind of big reaction could he have? The decision on the renewal terms was basically up to Han Yun. Did your Guo guy actually slam his fist on the table? He just laughed and said, 'What are you talking about?'"

"That's it?"

"No, not really. Later, I suddenly realized that although your boss is good at business, he seems like a decent person. He actually told them that you have a happy family, and asked them to give Zhongying Shanghai some face. He said you're a pillar of the company, a woman of standing, so they shouldn't make things difficult for you. He told them that these kinds of unspoken rules aren't so easy to play."

This was probably the most comforting thing Li Ying heard that day, yet she remained calm.

"Hehe, and then what?"

"Then things immediately became awkward. Zhu Lin was unhappy on the spot. He said that since the cooperation began, especially this year, he and Han Yun had used all their resources, especially in terms of equipment costs. Han's channels directly gave everyone wings in operation. Since the cooperation was so successful, why did your company not give face when you asked for a woman at the crucial moment? Asking for a woman to sleep with you."

"Cooperation... woman... sleep with you... haha... do you think I, Li Ying, am a prostitute?... haha... what will my boss say then?" Li Ying's long-term business negotiations had made her composure a quality, and her deliberate sneer had become a habit.

"It's good, but someone has already turned against us. What can he say? He just said he wouldn't interfere or support it at most, as long as it doesn't affect the company's development and win-win situation. We don't need to mention any other messy things at the dinner table. Anyway, President Guo has been avoiding us."

"Hmm..."

"Who knew Han Yun would immediately tell your boss that he had already found out about you..."

"Go ahead, I'm used to it."

"He said he already knows, knows that you are actually, actually a very, very demanding woman..." "

..." This was the third time Li Ying rolled her eyes at the ceiling that day in Starbucks.

"So recently, I've been deliberately going out to those kinds of places with Zhu Lin, and the two of them have even been doing double...

double penetration... that is, one in the vagina and one in the anus at the same time."

Linda immediately noticed a detail. When she mentioned that part, Amy's cold expression suddenly showed a faint blush. The feeling of that moment seemed similar to the scene of her playing sandwiches with them in her dream. So she inexplicably stopped talking.

“I know! Go on.”

“He said… he… he’s already gotten to the point where they have a certain level of chemistry with double penetration, and you, well, you might be the kind of woman who isn’t satisfied with just one or two. On the surface, you’re all serious, but once you’re naked, you need men like them to handle you. He even said that once he’s in bed with you, he’ll definitely not hold back. He’ll invite Guo Jiaming to the hotel too, saying he’ll let him see the show.”

“Did Gucci Han say all this?” After all, she was a woman. Hearing this, even though Li Ying’s anger was almost rising in her throat, she also felt a few shivers of pleasure occasionally stimulating the nerves in her lower abdomen. It felt like when her husband was whispering in her ear while massaging her sensitive areas.

"How about that? Didn't you say he was a gentleman? Hah, isn't that ironic? Later, that so-called gentleman of yours even had the audacity to point his finger at Guo Jiaming, saying he was out of touch with the times, didn't even know how to have fun in business, and that if they all cooperated in the future, he would be involved in all the fun things."

"...Who else was at the table then?"

"Just the three of them, and me. When the topic turned to you, another intern assistant who graduated from East China Normal University went to the restroom."

"Linda."

"Hmm?"

"Aren't you afraid of working alongside someone like that?"

"I've thought about this problem a long time ago, but think about it, Sister Amy, if they wanted to use my brain, why would they wait until later? There would be too many opportunities. Han Yun isn't a dog, he has to be picky about food too. On another note, actually, as a woman myself, sometimes I really envy you. You're so beautiful, so elegant, and most importantly, so womanly..."

As she said this, Linda's sincere eyes inadvertently drifted to Li Ying's ample breasts, which were just large enough to be covered by her lace bra, and a hint of inferiority-tinged jealousy appeared on her face. After all, those were undoubtedly the most eye-catching sight in the entire Starbucks at that moment.

The large expanse of exposed skin was unintentionally made even whiter and more radiant by the coffee-colored silk scarf around her neck. Only the skin at the end of her straight, deep cleavage, where fine lines were present, had a slightly yellowish tint. Because of her upright posture leaning against the table, her breasts were pressed firmly against her arms, which were crossed over the edge of the table. Although they only trembled slightly provocatively with her breathing from time to time, it still made one worry—Li Ying might accidentally expose them completely.

Linda's envious tone continued.

"They're all several years older than me, but in the eyes of those sleazy men, they make this little woman feel ashamed. But now, when I think about what they said that day, and that...that dream about you, I'm really scared. Your Jiawei is taking advantage of you like that, and so is Qiqi. You don't know, Han Yun and those men are really lewd. I'm worried things will...I really don't want your perfect family to be ruined because of them..."

"Heh, you don't mean they'd rape Rui, heh, what kind of world is this, little sister? Besides, men like them who have reached this position must have to consider their status and future, okay!"

"I know that, the law will never be crossed, but the problem is, business dealings between the companies are inevitable in the future, and your job responsibilities are inevitably related to your interactions with them. I only just realized how skilled he is with women."

“Now, Han Yun can get married women to book hotel rooms with just one phone call. Really. I only found out now. He just likes to mess with married women; he's totally a psychopath.” Linda's concern for Li Ying became increasingly apparent.

“Methods! Haha, little girl, I know you mean well, but I have to be blunt, I'm finding you increasingly naive.” Li Ying's honest words seemed to lighten the atmosphere of their conversation. In fact, at this point, she completely believed that Linda's worries were unnecessary.

“Amy, it’s normal for you to think like this, but the problem is that your understanding of Han Yun is too superficial!”

“You’re wrong, I think it’s because you don’t understand me well enough.” Li Ying became serious again and continued, “Okay! Since that’s the case, I’ll tell you something too, but you must remember, I don’t want him to know about this.”

“You mean your husband, Chen Jiawei?”

“Yes, actually, I’ve thought about telling him the whole story several times, but I don’t want to cause him unnecessary worry, or even affect my career, so I decided against it.”

“Ah… Sister, could it be that you’ve already done something to betray him?”

“What?! You! What kind of logic is that, you little brat… I say you’re still too green!”

“Then, what is it?”

“Marrying a wife like me is a blessing he’s earned. If anyone is sorry, it’s him who has wronged me, it’s absolutely impossible for me to have done anything wrong.” Li Ying’s expression directly revealed a hint of undisguised excitement.

"Oh! I know, I know, just tell me what happened!"

"Little girl, do you remember that night on Kaixin.com when I told you about going to Jinmao to sign a contract and getting scolded for not answering the phone?"

"Yeah, it was only a few days ago. What happened?"

"Actually, he knew I was going to the hotel room to meet those two Americans to sign the contract, so he offered to come with me. I was actually quite happy; it showed he still cares about me after all these years."

"Hmm..."

“But if he were around, it would affect my work flow. Besides, he didn’t have the proper status to accompany me to sign that contract at the time. I didn’t want people to say that Zhongying’s senior executives always have their husbands with them, so I insisted on not letting him come along. I just had him wait in the car for me to finish before going back.”

“Hmm…I know…”

“Of course, later, he called, but I didn’t answer because my phone had been accidentally put into silent mode. Then he missed more than a dozen calls, as you know. Now that I think about it, being in a luxury hotel suite with two men for more than half an hour, and the key is that he didn’t answer the phone, it’s no wonder he got so angry…”

“Then what are you hiding from him?” Hearing this, Linda suddenly became anxious.

“Let me finish. That American CEO was a mentor to one of my old clients in Vancouver, so from the start, we felt very confident about this deal, it was just waiting for the right opportunity. Of course, as the host, Zhongying covered all his and his executives' expenses in Shanghai. They stayed at the Jinmao Tower for almost ten days and met with several of Zhongying's major shareholders. Even the contract details had been communicated to their headquarters and agreed upon. No one in the company, from top to bottom, expected this deal to fall through. Heh!”

“Uh…get to the point! What happened?”

“That day, when we entered the room, they said the payment method conflicted with their company's operations, and the cooperation required certain levels of understanding. At first, I was naive and presented many cases to refute them, but then I realized they…”

Linda seemed to have grasped Li Ying's meaning and became even more anxious.

“Could it really be a quid pro quo?”

Interrupted, Li Ying didn't answer immediately, only shaking her head expressionlessly. Then, with a strange expression, she said, "A Fortune 500 company, the core figures of a Fortune 500 company... two seemingly refined and proper men, actually, right in front of me, actually unzipped their pants, actually... and pulled them all out!"

Li Ying deliberately lowered her voice, but it still caused Linda to spray her coffee all over the table. She

was stunned for a long time.

"...So direct!"

"I don't even want to recall that scene now. Linda, I'm not afraid you'll laugh at me, but in all these years, besides his, I've never seen another man's thing like that. And that day, I almost fainted on the spot, and when he pulled it out, he even said the same thing as Gucci Han."

"..." Linda's eyes were still wide open like grapes, and she didn't care at all about the table she had dirtied.

"They even had the audacity to say that the essence of this deal was maintaining long-term and frequent sexual harmony. They even said that for me, it would be even better to kill two birds with one stone, since a woman like me needs at least two penises of their quality to be satisfied. If they had just been that direct from the start, it would have been better. At least Guo Jia wouldn't have been happy for nothing, and they could have been sent back home sooner."

As she spoke, Li Ying rolled her eyes again at the extremely high ceiling of the centrally-conditioned room, this time with a mixture

of helplessness and disgust. Linda was also a smart woman. Although she wanted to ask what kind of reward Li Ying would receive from this deal, she swallowed her words, thinking that no matter how close their relationship was, it was best not to touch on sensitive business issues. Instead, she quickly changed the subject.

“Amy, if you're going to say that such a tempting deal is right in front of you, and you can give it up without hesitation for Jiawei, are you trying to tell me that someone like Han Yun is even less of a problem, right…? Then why are you keeping it from him? If he knew, maybe he'd trust you more in the future?”

“Hehe, that's where you're still so naive!” Li Ying laughed easily again, a rare sight in the Starbucks that day.

“How are you naive? Fine, you're an old hand here. I'll ask you a question, and you absolutely have to tell me the truth.”

Linda seemed a little mysterious.

"Have I told you a lie today? Hmm?"

"Are foreigners' penises different from ours?"

"You're disgusting, why are you asking that?"

"Tell me, what is it?"

"Well, they're so big they practically forced it out. When it came out, it really shocked me. It's longer than the biggest banana you've ever seen in Shanghai."

"Really? Both of them?"

"About the same, maybe even a little longer, and one of them is even shaped like a banana, it's curved upwards." Perhaps Li Ying herself didn't realize that at this moment, her face was flushed red again.

At the same time, Linda, who was also a woman, suddenly felt something strange about a certain part of her body, but in order not to expose it, she went along with it.

"One more question, and you have to tell me the truth!"

"I'm throwing my coffee over here, I haven't been honest until now!" Li Ying immediately joked to scare her, raising the coffee cup in her hand, unintentionally causing her imposing breasts to tremble violently.

"Back then, seeing such a magnificent penis, weren't you even slightly tempted?"

Clearly, such a direct, incisive, and sensitive question had genuinely stumped Li Ying, who had just been dismissive. From a woman's instinctive and physiological perspective, how could a woman of her prime not be tempted? However, when it came to wifely duties and responsibilities, such stirrings and actions were two different things, and she felt she couldn't bring herself to say those words.

"Of course not! Do you think I'm a bitch? Your sister Amy only loves the one at home, okay? Please, don't ask such vulgar questions again!" Actually, Li Ying knew in her heart: "Ever since that day at Jinmao, I sometimes unconsciously find Jiawei's penis not international enough."

However, Linda guessed the answer from Li Ying's uniquely feminine shyness, but didn't want to expose her, nor did she continue the topic. After all, she wanted to leave some dignity for a woman older than herself. Just as she was about to change the subject again, a muffled ringtone came from Li Ying's bag. Li Ying immediately gestured and said, "It's Guo Jiaming calling, don't say anything yet."

"Hello... Boss, what's up?"

"Um... I'm going out to grab something, is something wrong?"

"Now?"

"Oh, then come back to the company now, the documents and last year's reports are almost done this morning."

"Okay, let's talk when we meet, um, that's all, bye..."

Linda saw that Li Ying had put the phone back in her LV bag, so she immediately picked up her handbag, unzipped it, and pretended to pay the bill, wanting to take the initiative.

"Then you go back first, I'll take care of things here."

"Um, Guo Jiaming said it seems that Zhu Lin and Han Yun have returned to the company, and he wants me to go with him to discuss some more detailed issues, so that we can deal with the people coming from above tomorrow. I'll pay the bill, you can treat me next time, okay?"

"Oh, anyway, it's better for us to remain strangers in front of them, you must be careful of Han Yun, that man is very good at putting on a show."

"Stop nagging! Why are you being so gossipy? Your sister Amy has come a long way in the business world, this is nothing. Those men might end up not even getting their mutton, and they might end up smelling like mutton."

At the Starbucks entrance, before parting ways, the two sexy, urban white-collar women, both with long, wavy hair, chatted casually: "By the way, sister Amy, please don't wear that scarf around your neck anymore, okay?"

"What's wrong, little girl?"

"Don't tell me I'm a woman, but even I get aroused! Look at your chest! Anyone who doesn't know you would really think you're deliberately trying to hook up with men! And your bra, buy a bigger one! Look at you, what are you showing off like!"

"Oh my god, how come you're more nosy than my husband? You've got a problem! Okay, okay, I have to go back now. I'll ask you to have a drink another day. I won't be on Kaixin.com tonight, log into my account and help me harvest some crops." Li Ying actually knew very well that the one she was wearing was already the largest size, and she always maintained a very low-key style, so she felt there was no need to explain further.

"Hmm, off to have some alone time?"

"You're such a gossip, aren't you? I'll tell you, it's our wedding anniversary, if you know what's good for you, don't call!"

"Hehe, you big pervert, see you later then, don't get pregnant, or Qiqi will be jealous."

"Get lost, haha, okay, bye-bye, Linda!"

"Okay, I'm off!"

After a burst of laughter, the two women parted ways and hurried towards their respective company buildings. Undoubtedly, Li Ying's voluptuous and graceful figure drew the lustful gazes and filthy fantasies of passersby. Her plump, firm, and undeniably feminine buttocks, encased in perfectly wrinkle-free black leggings, were a sight to behold, bursting with sensuality. With each rapid step, her flesh jiggled and radiated a captivating allure, as fiery and alluring as the blazing 　　sun 　　overhead 　　.

**************** 　　... Undoubtedly, Li Ying's voluptuous and graceful figure drew the lustful gazes and sordid thoughts of many passersby. Her slightly upturned, plump, and undeniably feminine buttocks, perfectly accentuated by her flawless black leggings, were a picture of voluptuous curves, bursting with sensuality. With each rapid step, her flesh jiggled and shone, radiating a captivating allure, as fiery and alluring as the blazing sun overhead. While 　　the sun shone brightly, the sky felt entirely different from previous years. From any angle, at any level, the azure backdrop was always dotted with endless clouds, a pristine and refreshing sight that inspired boundless imagination. It seemed the Expo project had indeed significantly impacted air quality. 　　After lunch, Chen Jiawei's mood was as clear as the city's air. Clearly, his wife's phone call that morning had erased all the doubts and anxieties he'd felt before leaving home. For this loving and family-oriented man, they were now nothing. 　　He sipped his fragrant green tea, browsing the day's news on his computer, but his mind kept replaying his wife's words from the phone call. 　　"You filthy bastard! I have good news for you, it's all settled! Our son isn't coming home with me today! You can do whatever you want tonight." 　　She was still deliberately carrying the same emotions she'd displayed when she left, and she clearly felt a little annoyed, but the hint of self-satisfaction in her words made Chen Jiawei deeply realize how genuine his wife's longing for home and marital bliss was. His previous sordid, even absurd, suspicions about her now seemed utterly superfluous. 　　So before leaving home, Chen Jiawei channeled his shame into motivation. After washing the sex toy that had almost caused another emotional "storm" time and time again, he rummaged through drawers and found the creamy white, embroidered, high-end bed sheet that his wife found most appealing, along with the long-unused, highly absorbent Simmons mattress protector. He also placed two pink heart-shaped cotton pillows from their honeymoon year in the center of the bed, making the entire bedroom clean, warm, and full of that special atmosphere. 　　Then, he specially bought a bouquet of fresh, vibrant tulips that she had always admired, along with European-style candles prepared a few days earlier, and two bottles of ten-year-old Petrus (considered the king of French red wines). The diligent husband practically brought a corner of "Sensbund" (a top-tier French restaurant in Shanghai) to his own dining room. 　　Meanwhile, the German imported steak and chilled fresh salmon, which usually appeared on the table every few days and were his wife's favorites, were already plentiful, but were neatly arranged in the refrigerator, waiting patiently for nightfall. 　　Immersed in a sense of accomplishment, imagining her surprise and emotion upon entering the room, Chen Jiawei, about to enter a busy afternoon, closed the stacks of web pages and quickly swallowed a long-lasting, imported American aphrodisiac granule. A few lines of satisfied anticipation appeared at the corners of his eyes. He firmly believed: once a man puts his heart into it, winning a woman's heart might be that simple. 　　Just then, his wife's doorbell rang, instantly making Mr. Chen Jiawei, the protagonist of our story, feel even more elated. He deliberately lowered his voice, adopting a refined yet mature demeanor. 　　"Hello, wife." 　　"Hmm." His wife's tone seemed even gentler and quieter than before. 　　"Why do you always call when your husband misses you the most?" Before even showing her face, flattery was still his usual style. 　　"Stop being so conceited. Look at your disgusting behavior, it's repulsive." Although she said this, Chen Jiawei unconsciously put his legs up on the desk, feeling a little smug. 　　"Yingying, I'm serious. Your husband is fine in every way except for one thing: he's honest and upright, haha! 　　But, just now, thinking about you, my penis immediately started acting up, oh... it's so swollen right now. Luckily, we're in the office. Otherwise, I'd be really embarrassed." " 　　Then I'll chop it up later and put it in the refrigerator with the steak, and see if it behaves itself. Hmm?" Although Li Ying lowered her voice a bit, Jiawei could still tell she was calling from outside. 　　"Sure, as long as you're willing, I don't mind. Do whatever you want with it. You can even eat it with the steak. Go ahead and do it." Knowing Li Ying's temperament, Chen Jiawei felt that continuing the joke might be boring, so he immediately got to the point. 　　"Yingying, are you outside? It sounds pretty noisy around here." 　　"Yeah, I just had something to eat with Jia Hui (Linda's real name), I'll be at the company soon." 　　"Oh, so what do you need your husband for at this hour?" Her playful tone slipped out unintentionally. 　　"Oh, so you mean I can't call you unless there's something wrong, right? Okay, that's settled then, I won't call you today."

"Oh, oh, oh, wife, wife, why did you misunderstand me again? How could you mean that? I mean, you rarely call at this time of day." Although he knew his wife was just saying it, this excellent quality of "always giving a woman a way out" had been honed by Chen Jiawei over their long married life and had become almost innate. It worked! Upon hearing this, Li Ying's originally charming tone immediately turned into a hint of coquettish grievance.

"Hmm, it's all that little girl Jia Hui's fault."

"Her? That well-behaved little sister, how did she offend you, my dear wife?"

"What! When we were drinking together earlier, you know how it is with two women, you always have to chat about little secrets, but she just had to be so explicit! She made me feel so uncomfortable down there! Honey! Even now, I still feel a little..." Because of the occasion, Li Ying didn't finish her sentence.

To his surprise, the half-finished sentence, spoken only because of the inconvenience of the occasion, sent a shiver down Chen Jiawei's spine, as if he had been struck by a weak 50-volt electric shock. Although he knew his wife might have already forgiven his "mistake" that morning, he didn't expect such a 360-degree turn, especially with such a flirtatious tone. This man was quite taken aback.

However, upon reflection, it's not hard to realize: "Actually, during those few days each month, when a woman is ovulating, which is the three to five days when Li Ying is particularly 'intense,' isn't she always so unusually feminine and so uninhibited?"

Looking at the exquisite box of aphrodisiacs on the table, and feeling his penis, lying diagonally in his crotch, rapidly swelling and even pressing against his inner thigh, Chen Jiawei felt a surge of joy, like someone who had found a treasure. He thought, "American stuff is really something! Hmph, wait till we get home, I'll show you what I'm made of. I'll make sure you remember me these next few days."

"What did you two talk about that made you so excited?"

A seemingly casual question caught his wife off guard.

The husband's half-hearted teasing early in the morning, the explicit conversation with his close friend just now, and the fact that she's currently experiencing her physiological characteristics these past few days—all these factors combined to make Li Ying feel like her body wasn't her own, even though she was in a sparsely populated but fast-paced crowd. There was a restless and endless energy stirring within her, as if a desire that had been extinguished for several days was being quietly rekindled.

However, even faced with this excitement unique to married women, her usual rationality made her very clear: "I absolutely cannot tell my beloved husband, Chen Jiawei, about those sensitive conversations that even she herself would find cringe-worthy."

"Hey, hey, hey! This is our woman's secret, okay! What are you asking about?"

"Oh my, making it so mysterious, fine, I won't tell you then. Since that's the case, then you go home now. Anyway, Lao Qi (his big boss) isn't in Shanghai these days, and the work I have can be put off until tomorrow. Hmm? Let's go home together, and then, well, you know. How about it?" "

Are you deliberately trying to provoke me? You're so quick-witted, unlike me. Besides, you know I'll be incredibly busy today, it's so boring!" Experiencing this kind of pain of being powerless in the workplace was nothing new for Li Ying.

“Then just bear with it a little longer. Time flies when you’re busy, and besides, we have plenty of time in the evenings, and it’ll be just the two of us. Your husband, I promise…” Chen Jiawei paused mischievously.

“Promise what?”

“I promise I’ll make you feel absolutely ecstatic, huh?” He deliberately softened his tone, making it very seductive. Chen Jiawei knew very well: this kind of slightly rhetorical, flirtatious tone was always what his wife loved.

Sure enough, Li Ying’s reaction was exactly what he expected; just a promise made her even more alluring.

"Okay! Honey, you have to keep your word, okay? Jia Hui knows everything. Last time you unintentionally let me... let me... that way, she said it was normal, you know? She even said it's called a woman's G-spot orgasm! It's amazing! The first time is definitely uncomfortable for most women, but once you get used to it, it's absolutely amazing. So, tonight I want you to... use that thing properly! Oh!"

Jia Wei listened intently to his wife's deliberately lowered voice as she spoke, and after understanding, he suddenly understood. The questions that had arisen that morning were now directly answered. It turned out that Jia Hui, that little girl, had broadened her knowledge in this area. Now that she understood the essence of this orgasm, it was no wonder that she suddenly went from being disgusted to actively wanting it.

But appearances can be deceiving; it turns out that Jia Hui, this seemingly innocent office lady, actually knows these things. Chen Jia Wei still retained a slight layer of surprise, but it wasn't revealed in his following words. In such a pleasant atmosphere, how could he let his wife, who had just calmed down, notice his question that directly touched upon their marital relationship?

"Hehe, I knew you were thinking about it. Last time you even said you didn't like that, and you weren't honest with me. Don't worry, I'll make it happen every time from now on, okay? I'm just afraid you can't handle it!"

"What? Back then, I didn't know. Linda even said that if you know how to play, using your fingers directly on that area will make it come faster. Honey! I want you to clean your hands thoroughly this afternoon, especially your nails. Try it tonight, okay?"

Although, after many years of married life, Li Ying never allowed him to put his fingers inside to prevent infection, Chen Jiawei had actually seen this kind of play many times in porn, and he was just waiting to try it out himself, so he didn't think it would be a problem.

"Oh, you know quite a bit, huh? Last time I was going to make you climax like that, but you didn't want to. Okay, okay! My wife's needs are just a matter of a word. Shall I go use some Dettol hand sanitizer later? Hehe."

"Hmm."

"But I'm still really hard down there, I can't get out."

"It's 13 o'clock, who wants you to go wash now? Okay, okay, I'm not talking to you anymore, the more I talk, the more it makes my lower abdomen feel... well, you know. We're almost at the elevator, honey, I'm hanging up."

"Okay, Yingying."

"Okay, bye-bye!" With that, Li Ying's signal was cut off.

The phone suddenly went silent, but Chen Jiawei still held it, looking a little smug. Every time his wife started to act coquettish, this "soft-hearted" behavior would always be displayed in this new Shanghai man.

The office door opened, and a thin man with a buzz cut walked in. Seeing Chen Jiawei put down his phone, he walked directly to the desk with a handful of documents in his hand.

"Hey Wei, did you finally get your 'long-distance call' sorted out? Was that your wife?" They had a good relationship because they occasionally played cards together.

"You rascal, how many times have I told you not to call me that? Why can't you change? It sounds awful!" "

Haha, it's a world-class brand, not awful at all. Besides, brother, I know you're not impotent at all. Right?"

"You little brat, if you tease me like that again, watch out, next time you take a shower I'll make you suffer terribly! So, are all the documents here ready?" Joking around, they quickly got down to business.

After a brief exchange, just as the young man was about to leave, he suddenly remembered something.

"Jiawei, what kind of good supplements does your wife usually take? How come she's so voluptuous?"

"Why are you, a man, asking about this kind of thing?" Although it sounded pleasant, Chen Jiawei seemed a bit dismissive of his friend's question, but his gaze quickly returned to his face.

"Have you seen her recently?"

"Yeah, just last week. I ran into her at the World Expo when I took a day off. I think it was at the entrance of the Turkish Pavilion. She was with some foreigners, and I said hello to her."

Hearing this, Chen Jiawei realized his recent forgetfulness. He remembered that his wife had mentioned that chance encounter a few days ago at dinner. To cover it up, he joked,

"Hey kid, why are you staring at women's bodies all the time?"

"No, but speaking of which, brother, your wife is so beautiful, and her body is so... well, when we're out doing business, I always feel..."

Although he hesitated a bit, Chen Jiawei immediately understood what he meant.

"Are you suggesting I stop her from using her talents and confine her to the home as a full-time housewife? Brother, times have changed. Besides, you know your sister-in-law's character pretty well. I'm not worried."

"I know! But you can't be too careful. At least I think you should tell her to be more cautious. There are all sorts of people out there. Like that day, after only a short conversation, I noticed those foreign men around her staring at her." "

Her chest?"

"Yeah, she's quite open about it, but what about the others? Well, if you walk by the river long enough, you're bound to get your shoes wet."

...

Having just gone through a marital crisis, Chen Jiawei was even more convinced that he wouldn't end up like some men, with a cuckold's horns. But even so, the moment his colleague closed the door and left, he suddenly felt uneasy again, as if something was constantly disturbing his almost calmed thoughts.

Just as I was about to delve into the documents in my hands, my train of thought was forcibly pulled away, and the image that had been frequently playing out in my mind for the past few days inexplicably began to play out again: a sign that read "Do Not Disturb" hung on the doorknob of a hotel suite. Through the door, which was locked from both sides, and through the foyer with its combined wet and dry bathroom, my gaze extended further inside. The modern and tidy room was made warm by the beige carpet, but it felt oppressive because of the two men and one woman who were busy "negotiating."

On the dark brown table, the iPhone 3GS, with its screen full of "missed calls from my husband," was too weak to call out anymore. A whole page of English text, like a newly signed contract, lay there, while next to it was a pair of silk lace panties, soaked in the crotch and emitting a pungent odor, the crotch turned inside out, accompanying it shyly and helplessly.

The woman, with delicate makeup, a demure young woman's hair tied back in a bun, and dressed in professional attire and high-heeled sandals, was straddling two muscular men standing opposite her, her legs spread wide in a hugging position. She was experiencing intense pleasure from her vagina to her uterus and anus, her lower abdomen throbbing with the sensations of impending orgasm. Her face, though her eyes were rolling back, displayed a strange expression—pain, embarrassment, shyness, and ecstasy—a complex mix of emotions that were difficult to describe.

No wonder, for two firm, large penises were relentlessly pressing against her plump, luscious, and completely naked white buttocks. The frequency of their thrusts was so intense, it was like the high-powered engine of a Ferrari running at high speed. As she struggled to cope, her expression gradually became distorted. Helplessly, she could only lean her full body slightly and tightly hug the neck of the man in front of her who was kissing her from time to time for support. She cried out and, because of their constant filthy whispers, she squeezed out a lot of incoherent and nonsensical words.

And each time she was close to climaxing, she would say the same few lines: "ah...ibm...doming...ah...ah...ha...ilovethisfeeling...oh!ba by...iloveyoufudkingmypussythis...i mdoming.imdoming.imdoming..."

Then she would speak more and more urgently, and shout louder and louder, so loud that the moans of a woman inside could be faintly heard in the corridor. A hotel cleaning staff member passing by the room door even laughed awkwardly.

And the two burly foreigners, in perfect unison, would immediately increase the frequency at the very beginning of her climax. Their two fiery penises seemed to be able to spark, and their two pairs of round, full testicles would immediately vibrate like four wound-up little steel balls outside her rapidly contracting vagina, sometimes even colliding. For a moment, they were so intense that they themselves would frown and shout "Oh...oh..." The scene could only be described as "explosive," and even that was a bit of an overstatement.

Time and again, they wouldn't stop until her lower abdomen cramped and her legs were splattered with love juice. They possessed an incredible sexual prowess. In just ten minutes, they brought her to at least five or six orgasms, leaving the carpet below soaked as if it had been splashed with something. Finally, she was utterly exhausted, her eyes glazed, and after kissing the two men in turn with a satisfied expression, she said seductively, "I'm so happy, my husband is so happy."

Though it was a fantasy, it felt so vivid, even Li Ying's unique American accent seemed real. Imagining every detail of this unbearable scene, and then thinking that this might be the reason why his wife insisted on not letting him accompany her upstairs that day, and why she didn't answer more than a dozen phone calls.

Chen Jiawei would feel a surge of intense excitement, even his erection, pressed against his pants, couldn't suppress the anger welling up inside him, a anger that was about to break free from the shackles of reason. If such a thing were to happen, would Chen Jiawei, who still deeply loved his wife after ten years of marriage, kill her?

However, whenever the reverie subsided and he gradually calmed down, his clenched fists slowly unclenched, and he would feel immense guilt and exhaustion for his impulsive actions. He would then ask himself, "How could a woman like Li Ying do such a thing! Absolutely not!"

This time, he felt even more convinced of how utterly unreliable he had been. Thinking about the marital turmoil that morning, about the phone call he had just ended with her, and looking at the photo frame next to the monitor—a picture of innocent and carefree Qi Qi laughing between him and his wife—Chen Jiawei was once again overwhelmed with shame and felt utterly humiliated.

As the radiant, high-powered office lady Li Ying arrived at the 39th floor of the World Financial Center, the level of the Shanghai branch of Zhongying Group, her mood, gradually settling into work mode, still seemed to carry a lingering sense of contentment, like the afterglow of a private conversation with her husband. When she walked confidently to the company's glass doors, the crisp, solid sound of her high heels alerted the employees seated in the lobby: "Vice President Amy is here."

As usual, she subconsciously tugged at the hem of her suit jacket a few times as she passed the reception desk, then pulled up her already tired bra, her gaze carrying a mix of respect, envy, and lewdness as she passed through the intensely work-oriented office corridor to reach the vice president's office at the far end of the building. This time, however, before entering, she went to the women's restroom to change into a clean sanitary pad. It was

n't until she returned to her office and opened the gift box that had been delivered along with a bouquet of tulips to her boss's desk that Li Ying's cheerful mood instantly evaporated.

The flowers, embellished with men's blessings, were nothing unusual; over the years, she'd grown accustomed to them. Aside from her husband Jiawei, she'd always have her secretary arrange them in the lobby for everyone to admire, regardless of who sent them. This exceptionally full bouquet of tulips was no exception. The problem was, the flat gift box, with its delicate pink hue and exquisite packaging, which arrived with the flowers, immediately put this capable, talented, and still charming deputy general manager of Zhongying Group's Shanghai branch in an awkward and embarrassing situation.

The postcard, still slightly scented beneath the seal, bore the words: "Why don't women treat themselves better? —

Han Yun, the man who has always admired and adored you. "

However, the two lines of elegantly written, expressive handwriting left Li Ying completely bewildered. Even more absurd, unexpected, and infuriating, as she unwrapped the layers until she reached the very back, she discovered that the mysterious object was actually a vibrating, semi-transparent silk thong.

A dark look crossed Li Ying's face. She thought that if Linda hadn't given her a hint earlier, she might have fainted on the spot. Holding the arousing toy in her hand, she felt a surge of anger rising within her.

Without hesitation, she threw the item, box and all, into the trash can. Several times she felt an urge to call and give him a good scolding; after all, she and Zhu Lin were relatively close, and she could at least ask him to relay her message. But the thought that this might directly affect her close friend Linda's career made her fall silent. After all, objectively speaking, simply sending a gift shouldn't have caused such embarrassment.

Li Ying suddenly thought, "Besides ignoring this kind of man, perhaps I should also avoid him altogether. He knows so well what I like and what I need."

After some contemplation, she decisively came up with an idea: after returning from the United States, she would hand over the work and no longer be responsible for managing the cooperation between the company and Delong. Perhaps only in that way could she avoid suspicion and prevent those embarrassing situations from happening again and again.

In any case, work had to continue. In the afternoon, the president and vice president of Zhongying arrived at Delong's Shanghai headquarters, a company also located in a high-rise building in Lujiazui. Although Li Ying's mentality was noticeably different from usual...

Even when she first entered Zhu Lin's office—a CEO-level office with a luxurious corner sofa made of pure leather next to the executive desk—she felt a little strange. However, after adjusting herself, she remained composed in every detail of the negotiations, acting as if nothing had happened.

Things were proceeding according to plan, but what surprised her was that Han Yun, this imposing, handsome, dark-skinned man with two doctoral degrees and a successful career—a "superior man" favored by many women—was actually more formidable than she had imagined.

Not only did he maintain his usual refined, professional, and nonchalant demeanor throughout the communication, but even when they were later alone in the CEO's office, he only earnestly discussed the details of the collaboration, never mentioning the "sexy underwear" incident, completely unconcerned.

Before leaving Delong, because the other party repeatedly expressed their sincerity, Zhu Lin and Han Yun, the two leaders, personally took her and Guo Jiaming to the construction site to investigate the situation, and then drove them back to Zhongying.

As for her close friend Linda, she stayed at Delong all afternoon and did not go out. She was the one who arranged the driver for the boss, and to show respect for the company, she, as the chairman's assistant, pressed the elevator button for Sister Amy and those high-ranking men and escorted them all the way to the company building. On the way back to the office, in the corridor in front of the coffee shop, she inadvertently overheard the following conversation inside.

Employee A: "Yeah, don't worry, he

won't be back for a while." Employee B: "You always know when to come! I heard he went to the construction site. Knowing Mr. Zhu's decisive style, he'll be back in less than an hour."

Employee A: "That's why you're so ignorant. Sigh, it's pointless to talk to you."

Employee B: "You... I just got asked to print out another copy of the bidding documents, saying that Mr. Zhu and Mr. Han are taking Zhongying's people to the site for inspection."

Employee A: "That's right, what happened after that?"

Employee B: "How would I know!"

Employee A: "Did you see that woman from Zhongying?" Employee B

: "You mean their vice president? That woman with big breasts, a big butt, and quite pretty?"

Employee A: "Yeah, she's here. Do you think those turtles will come back so early? Hehe, they might already be in a hotel! I'm saying, whether I can even go back to the company today is a question!"

Employee B: "..."

Employee A: "What's wrong? Don't you believe me?"

Employee B: "It's not that far-fetched! " At the second celebration banquet, she seemed to have brought her husband with her. Women with families are so easy to beat!

Employee A: "Nonsense, I also know she has a son." What's wrong with having a family? What era is it now? If you didn't see the way she took one step and shook her head three times, and showed so much to who, it's obvious that she was in trouble.

Despite her serious appearance, she might have already done it in the car. Anyway, it was just a matter of pulling down her bra and pulling down her pants.

The employee said: "No way!" You, where did you get the news?

Employee A: "Don't ask any more questions." It seems that I should charge you tuition. Haha, I guess you don't even know what a 'p' is and what a 'sandwich' is, right? Brother, you have been living in vain these past few years!

The employee said: "It's difficult. Is it difficult for you? You too?"

Employee A: "Who wouldn't want to, but for people of our level and status, let's forget it!" Take care of your own women. Today's women, especially women like her, hum, it can only be said that the more dicks, the brighter the future! "

...

Although the two women kept their voices down during their conversation, Linda, standing at the door, could hear almost everything clearly. She desperately wanted to rush in and do something for Li Ying, but for some reason, she hesitated. Returning to her office with mixed feelings, this outwardly capable woman wore a hint of helpless melancholy on her face.

Although the round trip from Delong to the construction site was only six or seven kilometers, it felt incredibly long to Li Ying in the back seat. This situation, usually so commonplace, of multiple men and one woman in a car, made her feel particularly uncomfortable that day. Every time the conversation stopped and the atmosphere became quiet, she felt a strange awkwardness. Han Yun, Zhu Lin, Guo Jiaming—these formidable figures from Linda's wild fantasies—were all gathered in this relatively spacious yet somewhat cramped Buick minivan.

Therefore, every glance, every word, deliberately radiated a restrained, almost aloof, elegance within her otherwise refined demeanor. Looking at the stock market closing data on her phone, Li Ying suddenly had an idea. She switched the screen to her contacts. Within seconds, the call was answered.

"Yingying, what's up?"

"Honey... what are you busy with?" She seemed to deliberately make those two words sound sweet and coquettish.

"What's wrong? Missing me?"

"Don't change the subject, I'm asking what you're doing!"

"What else could I be doing besides wanting to... you know?" Chen Jiawei didn't know Li Ying's call had ulterior motives.

"You're such a rascal, always so inappropriate."

"Hehe... isn't that what you like about me?"

"Okay, enough nonsense. I called to ask if you can come out early after you're done with your work. I don't want to drive today, can you come pick me up and we'll go home together?"

“Of course, I’m almost done here. It’ll be quick from Hongqiao, I’ll definitely be in Lujiazui before you get off work.” Actually, Li Ying rarely made such requests so as not to interfere with his work, so Chen Jiawei didn’t think too much about his wife’s unusual behavior this time, and instead felt a kind of delighted joy.

“Okay, then it’s settled. I’ll call you again after work, don’t keep me waiting too long!”

“I should be waiting for you then.”

“Okay, that’s good, bye, Jiawei!”

“Okay, see you later!”

A simple phone call, every word of which openly revealed her ambiguity towards her husband. Guo Jiaming, who had known Li Ying for many years, thought this was definitely not her usual style, and didn’t think much of it at the time. But Li Ying herself knew very well that someone like Han Yun, who paid attention to details, could indirectly warn him with such a phone call: this woman, at least in the family, was completely uncontrollable, don’t waste your efforts.

In fact, she could have remained calm, ignored it even if she faced it, and didn’t need to prove anything at this time. She could have maintained her confidence, yet a hint of worry about facing a formidable opponent still surfaced, perhaps even unnoticed by herself.

Thinking about their fun time that evening, Chen Jiawei pressed on, finishing the initial review of his proposal and suggestions a full half hour ahead of schedule. Stretching, he felt as energetic as a young man.

He took out his long-unused Boss cologne, spraying a few dabs behind his ears, a masculine allure gleaming in his eyes. Before leaving the company, he made sure to do one more thing: in the restroom, he applied a pre-ejaculate wipe to the edge of his glans, using two at once. These imported American wipes typically take an hour or two to reach their optimal effect, and their effects last a long time.

It seemed his assurance to his wife was now completely assured and without any worries.

As night fell, the last rays of the setting sun finally covered the veil of darkness. Under the bright streetlights, the bright red taillights of cars weaving along Yanggao Road gradually became sparse. In contrast, the Shuiqingmuhua Property Management Office in Lianyang Community, a neighborhood frequented by Shanghai's middle-class families, shone even brighter.

Opening the door, Li Ying was indeed moved by the warmly set dining table under the soft light. She didn't even bother to take off her shoes, standing on tiptoe and giving her husband a passionate kiss. This rare scene in recent years instantly filled the living room with a saccharine atmosphere. This woman, who had been aroused and restrained all day, only hoped this would be an even more special night.

As for Jiawei, the man who had already been aroused by his wife's gentle caresses in the car, his desire still burning, was now being stimulated by her thrusts and the rhythmic friction of her lips and tongue. Impulse instantly permeated every nerve in his body. If they were in the bedroom, perhaps they would have already taken their pants off.

However, after a passionate kiss, although both tried their best to suppress their burgeoning desire and postpone this "battle" that should have started long ago until after dinner, when Li Ying took off the black pants that had bound her all day, revealing only a black-trimmed, semi-transparent lace panty, and walked into the kitchen, her husband ultimately couldn't resist the visual impact of his wife's seemingly overflowing, wet abdomen and the tuft of pubic hair peeking out from the edge of the panty liner.

Even when she bent over to pick up the cutlery and unintentionally widened her buttocks, blurring the view of her anus through the fabric of her panties, he finally couldn't hold back any longer. He put down the half-opened bottle of red wine, unzipped his pants, and rushed into the kitchen.

Grabbing his wife's fleshy waist, Jiawei forcefully inserted his erect penis into the lace panty lining on the side of Li Ying's buttocks, pressing it diagonally between her panties and buttocks. With the entire penis held in place by the panty lining, the swollen, red glans stood out prominently. He knew his wife liked this novel form of foreplay.

Caught off guard, Li Ying was naturally startled. She felt a warm sensation spread across her buttocks, followed by a pungent, masculine odor. Despite this, pleasure remained written on her face. She even quickly put down the plate and moved one hand directly to the area where her husband's penis and testicles connected, gently pinching the source of the stench. Then, twisting her neck, she said something against her will.

"Are you trying to kill me? You haven't even eaten yet, why are you in such a hurry?"

Jiawei, who was already gently blowing into his wife's ear, couldn't see her expression but sensed her insincerity. He didn't answer, instead sliding his hand to the most prominent part of her fair belly, pressing down and feeling the pressure on his genitals intensify.

"Oh…you didn't…shower this morning? You smell so bad." Li Ying said, releasing his penis and deliberately bringing her hand to his nose. "Smell it, is it strong? It stinks." Then, she quickly pulled her hand back, her face filled with ecstasy from the stimulation of her sensitive lower abdomen.

"You...don't you like this smell? Hmm?" Jiawei continued to tease her earlobe, his hands moving as before. He could feel his wife's breathing becoming rapid.

"Oh...husband...you're making me...feel so good..." Through his pants, feeling his hot, throbbing penis trembling slightly, and occasionally touching his rough, increasingly elastic testicles, Li Ying felt a sense of indescribable discomfort. She didn't know whether to endure or enjoy the precise stimulation from below. Twisting her neck to its limit, she tried to catch a glimpse of Jiawei's expression through her hazy eyes.

"I know...you...you must have been doing something bad at work, right? Oh...come on! Confess."

"With a wife like you at home, would I still be looking for other women outside?" Jiawei knew his wife's words were purely to create a tense atmosphere to spice things up, but his deep-seated sadistic nature was directly unearthed. He quietly unbuttoned the top button of Li Ying's shirt, then hooked his fingers at the connection between her bra and breasts, paused for a moment, and suddenly pulled down hard.

"Ah..."

With a soft scream from Li Ying, the entire kitchen was almost bathed in fleshy light because of the large, white mass of flesh that had popped out from the woman's chest. Her two large breasts seemed to have regained their freedom, shaking even more wildly, pressing down on the poor lace bra until only the side straps were still sticking out.

"It looks so bad, people will see this!" Although she felt a sense of release for her breasts, Li Ying instinctively felt a little shy.

“We’re practically on the top floor, who else could see?” Jiawei, already standing beside his wife, pinched one of her nipples and pulled it aside. Suddenly, he thought, “If it weren’t for the drug taking effect down there, I might have already ejaculated.”

Soon, he could feel the granules clearly forming on Li Ying’s large areolas. To create the same atmosphere, he leaned back to her flushed ear and whispered, “Yingying, how can the men who work with you possibly resist a woman like you?”

“Do you think they’re all as lewd as you?” Knowing she was lying, Li Ying was unrestrained. Under her husband’s caresses, she no longer cared about the details, especially after her breasts came out. She even felt her body increasingly leaning towards losing control.

Finally, she couldn’t wait any longer. She pulled out his penis, turned around, and kissed him, her hand holding his penis to her lower abdomen, but not letting go. Clearly, after some fuss, the glans and the groove were purple, seemingly still smoking.

"Mmm...husband! Insert me, mmm...right now, let's finish...mmm...then we'll eat." Once a woman becomes lewd, she can be unusually proactive.

Chen Jiawei, who had been deliberately acting on her behalf, wouldn't answer her now. Seeing his opportunity, he pushed her out of the kitchen without a word, forcing her to turn her back to him. He then slammed her heavily onto the table, her upper body almost pressed against it, her buttocks naturally sticking out slightly. She knew what her husband was going to do, and a surge of pleasure

welled up inside her. After years of marriage, this was exactly the kind of bad boy feeling she craved. Chen Jiawei clearly wouldn't hold back any longer. He seized the opportunity and grabbed his wife's underwear, pulling it down to her knees. "Oh..." she let out a soft moan, stimulated by the sight. He then slapped her hard across the exposed, plump, round buttocks, which were so round they even had two distinct dimples above the cleft

.

The sound of the slap was so crisp and loud that Li Ying cried out "Ah..." again.

"Husband... I can't take it anymore, come in quickly!"

Sensing her pleading tone and hearing her repeatedly call out "husband," while lewdly eyeing her unrestrained back, this "obedient" husband lowered his guard even further, speaking with increasing recklessness.

"Look at your horny ass, still insisting on wearing those pants, today I'll make it look good!" With that, Jiawei slapped her plump buttocks, which were swaying from side to side, with another loud slap. A pale red hand appeared again on the plump, white flesh next to her slightly fan-shaped, light brown anus, then slowly disappeared.

"Ah! You're so naughty!" Li Ying hadn't been this seductive in the living room in a long time.

Jiawei didn't answer her, tightly closing his fingers, then, palm forward, fingertips down, deliberately and slowly inserted his hand between the two mounds of her buttocks, carefully feeling the friction between his fingertips and the outer rim of her anus. His middle finger was already pressing against the small opening for defecation. Instantly, he felt her buttocks clench tightly, rejecting him.

"Ugh...don't touch there! I finished my period this afternoon, and I haven't washed yet, honey!"

He didn't say anything to his wife's reaction, ignoring her completely. His hand paused for a moment before continuing downwards, until it touched the tender flesh between her labia, which were now slightly darkened. He quickly withdrew it.

"Why are you so wet? Look at you, what a mess." Jiawei held his hand, which was covered in secretions and had a slight anal odor, in front of his wife's face. He noticed the sanitary pad still pressed against her crotch was even more soaking wet and translucent.

"Ugh...what are you doing? I've been uncomfortable all day, I've been wet for a while now. You...don't let me smell that! You old thirteen!"

Actually, Jiawei always did this, because the expression on his wife's face after smelling that odor was exactly what he liked to see. That affected, disgusted, yet coquettish feminine charm made Jiawei even more determined.

Sure enough, the husband, having gone this far, could no longer restrain himself. He thrust forward, plunging his nearly 15-centimeter-long penis directly into his wife's shy and embarrassed vagina. It seemed a fierce sexual battle was about to begin, but things rarely go as planned.

From Li Ying's blissful, slightly distorted expression, it was clear Jiawei had indeed penetrated her. But just as he was about to unleash his full power, she suddenly remembered something and quickly pulled the wet penis out.

"Husband, no!"

"What's wrong, Yingying?" Jiawei was a little confused.

"You haven't washed yet? I'm afraid you'll... you've forgotten about the cervical erosion from last time?"

Jiawei seemed a little slow to react, his wet penis still standing erect outside his pants, looking quite innocent.

"Go wash up quickly, I'm going to the bedroom first. Make sure it's clean, hurry up, don't keep me waiting." With that, Li Ying pulled down her underwear, which was still tucked between her knees, and held it up to Jiawei's nose with two fingers, "Smell it." Then, her alluring white flesh jiggling, she ran into the bedroom. Recalling the strong, fishy smell, Jiawei felt his glans swell even more, and his penis even jerked upwards again.

Under the romantic light, his wife's long, wavy hair flowed freely, her shirt stretched taut by her body, completely unable to conceal her naked, plump, round buttocks. Wasn't that the image of her and those two foreigners in his imagination in the hotel room?

After washing up, Chen Jiawei styled his hair in a cream bun and rushed naked into the bedroom. The warm light and the few wedding photos displayed in the room already filled the air with his wife's perfume. The slightly yellowed wet wipes in the detergent dispenser had clearly just been used to wipe her anus.

Li Ying was lying on her side on the large bed, her eyelashes freshly drawn and lightly powdered. She was wearing a pink corset with lace trim, the back of which was connected by many knotted straps and tied with bows. This naturally accentuated her small breasts, making them appear extremely sexy, and her eyes held a hint of embarrassment.

Chen Jiawei then noticed that the large, plastic penis he had placed between the two heart-shaped pillows was now lying wetly on a sheet of toilet paper on the bedside table. The delicate skin beside Li Ying's full nose had a peculiar rosy hue. He walked over discreetly and removed the thick blanket she had just laid on the sheets.

"Yingying, we don't need this today."

"No, honey, what if it comes out again and makes a mess of the Simmons mattress?"

Li Ying slightly raised her body, causing a large patch of her breasts to jiggle.

“I’ve already put a waterproof pad underneath, no more can go down.” Because his peripheral vision hadn’t left that area of fat since entering the bedroom, Jiawei was clearly a little overwhelmed. His half-erect penis suddenly became erect, and he felt even more aroused after being washed with hot water than in the living room. But then his wife, with her plumper, white buttocks sticking out, crawled over from the other end of the bed, hugged him, and her eyes became fixed on him.

“Honey, I didn’t realize you were so thoughtful. I’ll tell you something too.” Their naked skin became “rough” as they pressed together, and Chen Jiawei’s nipples, not to be outdone, stood erect.

“Wh…what?”

“Honey, when you were showering earlier, I used that thing…that thing.” Although it was a whisper, Li Ying’s voice grew softer and softer, and in the blink of an eye, her face turned as red as a rock candy heart. Jiawei, however, enjoyed indulging in this pleasure and immediately asked, knowing the answer already.

"That? What do you mean, 'that'?"

"It's 'that' that' that's over, you're so naughty!" As she spoke, she instinctively lifted the hot penis that was pressed against her lower abdomen again. This time, she probably grabbed it closer to the glans, causing him to twitch slightly.

"What...what is it? Wife, you tell me. Oh...be gentle."

"I already had a little orgasm, you made me explain it so clearly, it made...you."

"Wow, so that means you won't need me as much anymore, right?" Actually, since the day he bought it, Jiawei had been mentally prepared for his wife to use it for masturbation, but the woman's low intelligence at this moment only made him enjoy it more.

"What is it? I was really uncomfortable just now because of you. That's why..."

"Put it in yourself, does it feel good? Hmm?"

"Not really, I still prefer you...you two...both of you at the same time!"

The sentence, though its meaning was clear, sounded strangely odd. It nearly shattered Jiawei's inner sadistic rage, while his penis, aroused by his wife's subsequent forceful movements to conceal her embarrassment, felt a cool, spicy sensation spreading from the groove behind his burning glans. The tangled veins on his penis were as strong as a muscular man's oiled neck.

Unable to bear it any longer, he took a deep breath, used all his strength, and lifted his alluring wife up, pulling her up by the waist. As she embraced him, he wrapped his arms around her thighs, lifted her again, and then released her slightly, allowing his still-trembling, large penis to plunge fully into her dripping, wet vagina.

Logically, this should have been tiring, but Chen Jiawei acted as if he were on stimulants, giving himself no chance to catch his breath. He took a small stance as soon as he entered, thrusting hard several times, his firm abdominal muscles slamming against his wife's crotch with a "plop, plop" sound. His mind was filled with only one thought: "I love it when both of you come in at once.

" "Ah...ah...ah...husband..."

Although his wife, unable to process the sudden pleasure, held him so tightly he couldn't see her expression, Jiawei could clearly feel his uncontrolled violence from the trembling cries beside him. The drug was indeed potent; normally, a few thrusts would have been enough to ejaculate, but this time, not only was the intensity undiminished, but even his glans felt no discomfort. Relieved, he felt the shell of male pride that had always protected him was crumbling layer by layer.

"Yingying...this is more...pleasant, isn't it...hmm?" With each word, he thrust several times, his testicles exposed as if he were on ecstasy.

"Husband... I'm just afraid of... two..." She was 　　still thinking about two

. Even Jiawei himself didn't know if this was motivation or a blow. Before she could finish, his leg muscles, stimulated by the nerve endings in his brain, tensed even more, and the 　　rhythm intensified again. " 　　Ah

... 　　Fortunately, despite this initial encounter, Jiawei still felt no urge to ejaculate. Instead, he felt a strange sensation when he rubbed the exposed skin between his glans and the outer wall of her anus, a burning, itchy, and irritating sensation. He turned over and lay down on the bed, his wife's legs forming an M-shape on top of him. He noticed that her eyes, still showing signs of pain, held a hint of reproach. 　　"Did you climax?" 　　"No, I just felt like I came. What's wrong with you?" Li Ying hurriedly shoved the penis, still basking in the scent of her anus, back into her vagina. It seemed she couldn't wait a second longer. "If you keep making a fool of 　　yourself like this, I'll give you a cuckold's hat." 　　It seemed that a woman consumed by lust spoke without thinking. In truth, she knew very well that this was impossible. 　　Unexpectedly, another lukewarm remark ignited Jiawei's fury. He was relieved that his three years of hard work on his abs hadn't been in vain. Using the mattress's elasticity, his penis bounced up and down, the precum dripping from his testicles onto the sheets, forming faint stains. 　　Jiawei always liked this position because he could directly see Li Ying's changing expressions. And now, her lips, yearning for a kiss, were close to his. 　　"Mmm... Husband... I love you... so much... mmm..." 　　"Mmm... should I still wear the hat... um..." Jiawei pulled her erect nipples apart as much as possible, because her chest felt itchy and uncomfortable from the pressure of her large breasts. 　　"Mmm... if I wanted to wear it... I would have... mmm... worn it a long time ago... mmm..." Li Ying's words were already somewhat incoherent; only the rapid "slap slap..." of their impact remained clear in the room. 　　"Oh?" Jiawei deliberately pushed her slightly, wanting to see her eyes clearly. Unintentionally, her slightly distorted expression of ecstasy amidst her pain only fueled his renewed energy. 　　"Husband..." 　　"Hmm!" 　　"Today...someone sent your wife flowers again..., huh..." Perhaps because her thoughts were already largely controlled by her body, Li Ying realized how strange it was to say such a thing at a time like this after she spoke. Fortunately, she quickly swallowed the thought of the "sexy panties" that followed. 　　"Damn it!" As her husband, Jiawei was naturally very unhappy to hear this, but he didn't curse out loud. His magnanimity had indeed reached a certain level. He even managed to transfer his anger to his penis as if shifting the universe, increasing the force, speed, and amplitude simultaneously. 　　"Who...sent them..." 　　"Hmm...I...already...throw them away...ahhh..." 　　"Which man sent them? Hmm?" Seeing that she was having difficulty speaking, Jiawei deliberately slowed down his pace. “Tell my husband, um…” He managed to speak gently, completely unaffected by the violence, his testicles throbbing with sweat, his vaginal fluids soaking his skin, yet a slight smile remained on his face. 　　“Han… Yun… is… the current CEO of De… Long…” Li Ying didn’t realize that the blush on her eyes had deepened slightly as she said this. 　　Sensing a hint of jealousy on her husband’s lips, she continued, “Mmm… husband…” 　　“Hmm? Han Yun?” Although she had met many De Long employees once, this name was unfamiliar to Jiawei, yet he remained calm. 　　“Mmm… he… started pursuing… me… a long time ago…” Li Ying had intended to stop there, but she couldn’t resist the thrill that stirred her heartstrings. “I feel… like it’s… coming again… husband, you’re so amazing… mmm… I love you so much… mmm…” After a long, drawn-out kiss, she braced herself slightly, looking at her husband with eyes overflowing with ecstasy and pain, her large, half-suspended breasts perfectly clamping his clearly pulsating neck. 　　“No matter what… I won’t give… him a chance… Ahhhhhh… I’m your woman alone…” 　　Seeing his wife’s face again, from her ugly expression and the words squeezed out, Jiawei, finally satisfied, knew it was time for a big thrust. He clenched his lower abdomen, and his “engine” revved to 5000 RPM. The tremors from her clitoris to her uterus forced Li Ying to lower her body and wrap her neck around her as she thrust, trying to alleviate the thunderous impact from behind. 　　Ignoring the growing tingling and numbness in her anus, Jiawei thrust hard, directly pressing his middle finger against her wide-open, defenseless anus. This seemingly simple action proved to be the perfect finishing touch; the moment he touched her anus, he felt his wife tighten her embrace, and her cries became short and sharp. 　　Completely unable to continue kissing him, the words that escaped Li Ying’s lips could probably only be understood by her husband below: “Ahhhh… anus… ah… how do you understand me so well… ahhhhh… husband…”

For some reason, at this moment, Jiawei, like a wound-up toy, suddenly thought of the scene a few hours earlier on Century Avenue, across the street from the World Financial Center building. His wife and three men in suits got out of a Buick, and Guo Jiaming threw a large wad of dirty toilet paper into a waste bin by the roadside.

Feeling his body becoming increasingly tense, Jiawei glanced at her profile. Her brows were furrowed, her eyes were rolling back slightly, and her mouth was wide open, revealing a mixture of emotions. In another fantasy that flashed through his mind, he imagined the same unspeakable, burgeoning expression on her face, but in the comfortable and sensual back seat of the Buick minivan.

The scene was like a high-definition movie. The interior of the car was neatly decorated but filled with a stench of sex. On the row of milky white leather cushions in the trunk, Li Ying, with her breasts exposed and her lower body completely naked except for pointed high-heeled sandals, was half-lying with her legs straddling. Her poor, expensive lace bra was pressed firmly under her pair of trembling, bare breasts. Her platinum wedding necklace was curled up in a ball in the center of her white, fleshy, flat breasts. She was holding one penis in each hand, pinching the penises of two men in suits with extremely conflicted expressions.

She was too weak to continue rubbing, because another man was kneeling in front of her, his three long fingers, palm up, thrusting fiercely into her hungry, plump cunt. Each time, he would insert half his hand, stretching her large labia until they touched her thighs, then thrusting in and out again, as if practicing a finger-thrusting technique. In an instant, that fertile triangle of pubic hair and white flesh, reserved only for Jiawei, was already splashing with water, a truly unsightly sight. The

tide was about to overflow, and she could only use his penis as leverage, no longer caring that her anus, which even her husband should avoid, was opening and closing, fully exposed to their view.

The more out of control she became, the more violently the man thrust, completely disregarding the splashing love juice gradually wetting his neat, crisp shirt cuffs, while feigning gentleness and repeatedly asking her questions.

"What is this? Hmm... what's coming out? Tell me. Hmm... so much. Tell me..." The man continued his rhythmic questioning, knowing the answer already, while Li Ying's surging climax was almost imminent, its release a matter of seconds.

"Ahhhhhh... Ahhhhh..."

Aside from groaning and moaning, the "plop... plop..." sounds of her being torn apart made it impossible for her to speak. Suddenly, the man in the midst of his assault seemed to sense something, quickly bending his middle finger and pulling hard with all his might. But he couldn't dodge in time, and a stream of fluid gushed from her still-contracting, closed vagina, splattering onto the back of the seat in front of her. "Plop... plop..." Several textured sounds.

"Ah..."

The car was stopped at a red light; if the windows hadn't been closed and the soundproofing excellent, perhaps the vibrating climax would have been heard by those outside the car. The Buick driver turned out to be Old Yang, the same Old Yang who had driven Li Ying and her husband home after the celebration party. Looking at the woman's embarrassed and helpless expression in the rearview mirror—a woman slumped over, her lower abdomen still twitching—his already stiff face became even more unnatural. Before he could recover, his boss's words startled him even more.

"Old Yang, pass that box of toilet paper over there."

Lost in his fantasies, Jiawei had completely forgotten the soreness in his abdominal muscles and finally felt a slight urge to ejaculate. But his still-mechanically functioning penis was forcefully pulled away by a hand.

"Honey, I'm here. Mmm..." The voice was very soft, like a warm breath irritating his ear. After speaking, Li Ying kissed her husband's lips, her eyes full of allure. Jiawei suddenly felt a warm sensation around his testicles, as if something was flowing down, a slight itch.

It turned out that the sounds his wife had made in his fantasies were actually real, including that long, wet moan.

Smelling the faint scent of Sassoon hair beneath his nose, he calmed down and began to feel satisfied. He knew clearly that the unpleasant car sex was just a fantasy; no matter what, Li Ying was a woman who absolutely did not like having sex in a car.

"Wife?" Jiawei stroked his still wet and somewhat defiant penis.

"Hmm?"

"Of the three men who went back to the company with you today, I know two of them. The tall, handsome one with the mustache, who is he? It can't be Han something? Oh, Han Yun, right?" Jiawei knew this was the perfect time to get information, but his wife remained silent for a moment.

...

"Yes, really?" For some reason, he felt a little nervous at this moment.

"So what if it is, so what if it isn't, honey, you're not doing it again, are you?"

"No, I just meant..."

"Don't say anything more, just remember one thing: your wife isn't an ordinary woman. It's their freedom to pursue her, but my 'little sister' is yours alone, oh, good girl!" As she spoke, Li Ying's hand moved to Jiawei's nipple and pinched it hard, instantly making him erect again.

Jiawei knew this topic should end, "Wife?"

"Hmm?"

"Was it comfortable just now?"

"Not really." Li Ying thought for a moment before answering. Hearing this, Jiawei felt a surge of satisfaction, but at the same time, he felt a little embarrassed.

"What, aren't you satisfied after this?"

"No, honey, I haven't felt that way since last time, you promised to give it to me tonight!"

Jiawei knew what she meant, and said, "Wake up that fake penis, and I'll let you have a complete climax, how about that?" Unexpectedly, his wife had already kissed him.

"Honey, I knew you loved me the most, but are you still up to the task?"

"What do you think?" Jiawei felt that in this state, he could still manage a vigorous performance.

"I don't care, if you can't, I'll make you a cuckold, the kind with two hunky men, you know, we'll book a double room at Jinmao, one in my vagina and one in my ass, let's see if you still dare to fail." As she spoke, a hint of lust appeared on Li Ying's face, which had just returned to normal. This was the second time in one day that this woman had blushed because of such a description.

Obviously, the effect of a "vicious" remark, which was absolutely insincere and only meant to stir up the atmosphere, was indeed very obvious. Jiawei couldn't help but feel extremely impulsive after hearing it. Without saying a word, he pulled in his stomach and pushed upwards, holding his stubborn penis, and forced it back into that juicy, wet hole, saying, "Is that so? Then don't blame me for making you look good." Then he reached out slightly and grabbed the plastic dildo that was still on the toilet paper.

The vagina, after the spasms, was indeed more relaxed. This time, inserting the fake dildo seemed less difficult than last time. When it was halfway in, Li Ying's face began to distort, but she wasn't in much pain. She even started rolling her eyes, seemingly enjoying the swelling sensation, while saying, "Husband...you're so bad...you didn't even tell me you were in...oh...swelling..."

How could her vagina not swell with two dildos inserted at the same time? After the one in his hand, which was obviously much thicker, was fully inserted, Jiawei's face also twitched a little.

"No...it wasn't to give you...a little surprise...um...slut..."

"Don't do that...call me that, okay...oh..."

"Isn't that right...um?" Jiawei even felt a little discomfort in his testicles. He slightly stirred the plastic dildo, letting it press diagonally against his own, and his stomach suddenly contracted. "It's coming!"

In the blink of an eye, the fierce battle began. Surprisingly, he immediately controlled the rhythm. Although both were fully inserted, they moved in and out alternately, quickly bringing out sparks. He even managed to use his other hand to stimulate her anus. After only five or six thrusts, Li Ying could no longer support her ample upper body and clung to him.

"Ahhh...it's...this is the feeling...just like this...ahhhhh...it's killing me...ahhhhhh..."

"Two...are they comfortable...hmm?" Jiawei's voice was unusually strained.

"Husband...I love you so much...ah...ahhhhh...how...so...amazing...ahhhhh..." Jiawei suddenly felt his neck being pulled even tighter. Sure enough, "Ahhh...I...feel...it's...not right...it's coming..."

Every time his wife was about to climax, it was the perfect opportunity to get information out of her. The husband, full of energy, didn't care about this last risk, as he was already holding back his ejaculation.

"The back...that one is real...it'll feel even better...oh?"

"Thirteen...you..."

"Who...do you hope he is? Hmm?" He deliberately emphasized the question, but received no answer.

"Liu Gang? Is it? Hmm?" Jiawei was always wary of this man, his wife's first love, whom she had maintained contact with even after marriage, and dared not underestimate him.

"Well..." Li Ying was already struggling to speak, only shaking her head a few times, perhaps unaware of how terrible her expression looked.

"Then it's...Jerry Yan?" He even brought up the muscular male star his wife had been infatuated with for over a decade.

"Oh... God... Ah... Ahhhhhh..."

Although the "slap slap..." impact sound couldn't be heard, the two penises were fiercely thrusting, making Li Ying's "little sister" look really miserable, her anus still being pressed against by fingers.

"Could it be... Han Yun? Hmm..."

Unexpectedly, Li Ying's lower abdomen suddenly began to spasm at this moment. How could she deny that kind of question like the last two times? "Husband... Don't ask anymore... It's... coming..." The sentence was completely squeezed out in a murmur.

Hearing his name, she had such a big reaction. A meticulous man like Jiawei naturally thought he had found the answer. In a moment of impulsiveness, he pulled out both penises on the spot without thinking. At that time, his wife's climax might have come out after just two or three more thrusts.

Her lower abdomen had already begun to spasm, and it was "cut" like that. It was like a man whose semen had already reached the glans, but then he was slapped. Jiawei had never seen her so resentful. Lying on the bed watching her leave the bedroom with her plump buttocks thrown into a fierce pose, his heart pounded with anxiety. The sound of water from the bathroom truly made him understand what it meant to be flustered.

"You're a... shameless... slut! How could you marry a man like you!"

His wife's tearful words were like nails striking his heart, relentlessly tormenting his conflicted and unvented emotions. A passionate lovemaking session had ended so awkwardly. As

eleven o'clock approached, the crowds in Xujiahui were gradually thinning, but the sky above was still illuminated by the red glow of fashionable advertising light boxes. Even in this modern commercial district, a touch of sordidness could not be ignored.

In a certain club, two men, freshly "steamed" and with white towels wrapped around their waists, lay side by side on massage chairs, chatting. Beneath each of them knelt sexy women with exposed breasts and bare buttocks, soothing their throbbing erections. The pervasive stench of sex in the room was almost suffocating.

Zhu Lin, seemingly still vigorous despite his age, glanced at Han Yun's dark, slightly shiny arms, concealing a hint of jealousy in his eyes. "I really don't understand you."

"What's wrong?" Han Yun's two erect breasts stood proudly against his slightly bulging chest. He glanced at the woman below, her young eyes revealing a touch of world-weariness. "What don't you understand now?"

"There are so many women in the company, which one doesn't vie for money and power? Why are you so fixated on that one?"

"Don't you understand me?"

"I understand you less and less. She's a woman with a child, what exactly do you want?"

"What do you think I want? Oh..." He seemed quite intoxicated as the woman rubbed his 20-centimeter-long sausage back and forth in her hand.

"If I knew, why would I ask you?" Zhu Lin's head had only just lifted after he had already ejaculated once.

“Oh… from the first time I saw this slut, heh… you toad, this so-called swan, huh?

Oh… I… I had an idea… I just wanted to see her in that pathetic state on the bed, to make her…

beg me to give her an orgasm like… a bitch.”

Zhu Lin actually trembled. “This… is what you’ve been willing to spend so much money and effort to do all this time?”

“Not worth it?”

“Sigh, you young people!”

“Don’t act like you’re so mature. I’ll show you how a woman you can’t handle calls me husband in bed.”

Instantly, the only sounds in the private room besides the “squeaking” of oral sex were the moans of the two.

A few minutes later, seeing that Han Yun hadn’t ejaculated yet, Zhu Lin turned his head away again.

"How did you get involved with the CEO of Jinmao Jinchang Property who we had dinner with earlier? How did you even get involved with this local tyrant?"

"Hehe, it's for cooperation. Don't ask too many questions yet. You'll see what's going on in the next few days. And Guo Jiaming, do you think I can't see through his scheming?"

Zhu Lin was confused again: "Li Ying is a woman of standing in this circle. Don't blame me for being nosy, but you've worked your way up. Don't do anything reckless."

Han Yun still kept his eyes half-closed, not even looking at him. "Brother Zhu, do you know why you're still just a regional agent in Shanghai? Do you think I'm as simple-minded as you?"

There was silence again. After about half an hour, Han Yun suddenly sat up, grabbed the woman's hair and yanked her face directly against his burning hot glans. "Come on, let me help you moisturize. Here comes a skin-nourishing lotion that's even more moisturizing than the ones from Aureo!"

Then a painful groan drifted out from the room.

Chapter 　　Three

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...

For a woman like Li Ying, the most detestable aspect of married life was sitting among men at business banquets or during business negotiations…

Her ample breasts bulged out, barely covering her thin bra, and she finished her phone call with her husband under the lustful gazes of two men nearby… The sofa, the coffee table, even the wine bottles and glasses were covered in a mess of her shameful love fluids… Two men's penises were simultaneously inside her, sometimes fully inside her vagina, sometimes dipping into her anus, rubbing and colliding, creating waves of pleasure that were unbearable, from her vagina to her anus and then straight to her uterus, a sensation reaching her navel…

Li Ying still loved her husband deeply as always, but…

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(I)

In the morning, the verdant, clear-eyed trees and shrubs exuded a serene tranquility, and due to the season, the sweet fragrance of osmanthus blossoms wafted through the air. Two young security guards, having just finished their night shift, were on their morning patrol. The long hours had left them both physically and mentally exhausted, but then a sudden flash of light caught their eye, and a

patch of fleshy skin came into view, startling them. Approaching them was a woman with long, curly hair, wearing a gray business suit, an LV handbag slung over her arm, and talking on her iPhone. Her sloping breasts were adorned with a beige lace bra, so large it peeked out from the V-neck of her shorts, yet it couldn't conceal a large expanse of white flesh. Her cleavage, deep enough to fit half a finger, was clearly exposed beneath a pure white silk scarf, a stark contrast to the surrounding flesh. This dazzling expanse of white skin, with its rapid, confident stride, gradually drew closer. As his blood surged, the young man's gaze shifted to her lightly made-up face, and he was even more captivated. Beneath long, curled lashes and coffee-colored eyeshadow, a pair of striking almond-shaped eyes perfectly complemented her high, slightly frivolous, and flawless nose. Her slightly upturned lips, enhanced by colorless lipstick, appeared full and alluring. It had to be admitted that this white-collar woman, while not young, was a beautiful young woman with both striking looks and a stunning figure.

"Could you keep an eye on things for me? Ask them to sit in the meeting room for a while. I'm already heading out..."

the woman said calmly into her phone.

The security guard's gaze, initially averted by her arrogant and unrestrained eyes, inadvertently fell upon her lower abdomen, igniting a surge of anger within him. Her sleek dress, stretched taut by her wide hips, accentuated the curves of her lower abdomen, revealing a tantalizing allure. Just as lewd thoughts began to fill his mind, the three men brushed past her, the faint scent of perfume lingering in their eyes, the young men unwilling to let her retreating figure escape their notice. Looking back suddenly, the grogginess from staying up all night was instantly swept away. What immediately caught their eye was a fiery, oily buttocks. Though tightly wrapped in a wrinkle-free uniform skirt, the large, fleshy buttocks still had clearly defined lines, gracefully unfolding beneath a not-so-slender waist. With each brisk step, they swayed wildly, their flesh jiggling and trembling, accentuated by fashionable high-heeled sandals, exuding a voluptuous and confident air.

The woman, however, unconsciously tugged at the back of her shorts several times. Only when her firm, powerful footsteps and graceful, voluptuous figure disappeared behind the parking garage sign in the distance did the two young men finally turn their attention away. Glancing at their crotches, they were both relieved that no one was passing by.

A moment later, with a soft "beep," a slender hand, made even whiter by a diamond ring, retreated into the gleaming white BMW 5 Series. A woman with an extraordinary air drove her beloved car, seemingly oblivious to everyone else, out of the main gate of Shuiqingmuhua and steadily heading towards Lujiazui.

Li Ying, the vice president of Zhongying Group, thus began a new day in her high-class office lady life. As property staff at Shuiqingmuhua, almost everyone knew this woman, understood her general background, and even agreed that her husband was a fortunate man. However, while they were envious and jealous, they also worried about him.

A ray of golden morning light seeped through the sheer curtains, gently illuminating most of the bedroom. On the six-foot-wide bed, the disheveled sheets still carried the lingering smell of their intimate moments. When Chen Jiawei woke up, he felt a slight headache. He checked the time; it was already nine in the morning.

The house was quiet; his intuition told him that his wife had already gone to work. Sure enough, the faint scent of Li Ying's French perfume still lingered in Qi Qi's room. Several sets of tried-on uniforms lay scattered on the flat sheets, clearly indicating that she had spent the entire night there and had left in a hurry.

In the bathroom, large enough to fit a triangular bathtub, a drowsy Chen Jiawei mechanically brushed his teeth, his mind blank, occasionally recalling the foolish things he'd done the night before. Returning to the living room, he only noticed his phone's notification sound when he saw his wife had texted him an hour earlier:

"Bacon and tiramisu are in the kitchen, don't forget to eat before you go to work, okay!" "Don't think I'll let you off so easily. Come home early after work. I'm giving you one chance; if you don't seize it, you'll face the consequences..."

Staring blankly at the two messages, Chen Jiawei was somewhat bewildered. His wife was a woman who rarely compromised, whether on work, the children's education, or emotional issues. After such a commotion, there should have been at least a few days of cold war, but right now... He was instantly captivated, and even knowing his wife would be busy that morning, he immediately dialed the number.

Beep...beep...beep...

After several rings, Li Ying's phone was finally answered.

"I'm in a meeting right now. What's up?"

His wife's tone was calmer and lower than he had expected. The husband, who had been beaming with joy, realized he had clearly called at the wrong time, but he couldn't bear to swallow the words that were already on the tip of his tongue:

"Yingying, about yesterday... about last night, I really know I was wrong..."

"That's it? Didn't I say it wasn't convenient right now? Let's talk about it later."

Li Ying hung up before her husband could reply. Jiawei didn't feel guilty; he knew he had indeed gone too far last night. Besides, Li Ying didn't like being disturbed while working, let alone during a meeting. Pluging his phone back into the charger, Chen Jiawei suddenly felt as if he had been recharged. Taking advantage of the break before work, he diligently tidied the house, trying his best to cater to his wife's tastes and create a warm atmosphere to make amends for his mistake that night.

Given the glass walls of the Jinmao International Financial Center, the most luxurious conference room of Zhongying Group's Shanghai branch appears exceptionally bright and spacious. Those who can sit in such a room, where a single leather chair costs 100,000 yuan, to conduct business are either members of Zhongying's board of directors or their top clients. To Guo Jiaming's surprise, besides Zhu Lin, Han Yun, and dozens of others, another extremely important figure was present at this annual contract renewal meeting: Zhang Qi, the president of Delong Group, a strikingly balding, high-class man whom Li Ying's husband had met briefly at a previous celebration banquet.

In the conference room, Li Ying, whose voluptuous figure was accentuated by her uniform, was the only woman present. She was a key figure in the Zhongying Delong cooperation. Zhang Qi's presence brought her some pressure. Although she had met this man at several important events and wasn't a stranger, at this moment, as Zhongying's representative, she was meticulously attending to every detail to ensure the signing ceremony for the contract renewal was flawless. She displayed her negotiation skills to the fullest, showing no restraint even with Han Yun sitting directly opposite her. Undoubtedly, the men present were all refined and distinguished individuals, but a few admiring glances lingered on her ample bosom. Li Ying ignored them, maintaining her upright posture, radiating confidence and commanding the atmosphere. Clearly, she had already composed herself, temporarily forgetting the unpleasant events of yesterday, focusing solely on performing well.

However, this seemingly straightforward contract renewal encountered an unexpected twist. Just before her husband Jiawei called, Zhang Qi's doubts about the Taiwanese side's publicity budget caused a stalemate in the meeting. Fortunately, Guo Jiaming had already left enough room in the media acquisition budget, which helped to ease the awkward situation. When Han Yun immediately called the deputy director of Oriental TV to arrange a meeting, all the representatives of Zhongying breathed a sigh of relief. Han Yun clearly wanted to use his connections to reciprocate Guo Jiaming's sincerity. Before yesterday, Li Ying would have had a better impression of him, but now, she only felt that this man was even more unfathomable.

Speaking of Chen Jiawei, he should be a very sexually fulfilled man. His wife, who was in her prime sexually, even held a celebration party with Zhang Qi, Zhu Lin, and others at noon that same day for a more passionate night of intimacy. But in the eyes of those who didn't know Li Ying, Chen Jiawei's cuckoldry was unparalleled. They didn't deny that the vice president was an extremely capable and intelligent woman, but that didn't explain why Delong repeatedly abandoned bidding and directly awarded orders to Zhongying. At noon, Li Ying was ostensibly hosting a lunch for Delong's executives, but as she and the men left the company, some employees speculated that a passionate sexual encounter might be about to unfold in a luxury hotel suite.

The high-class private room at Su Zhe Hui had a ten-person table. Since Guo Jiaming and Han Yun were absent, Li Ying and several Delong executives sat comfortably. Although it was all men, and Li Ying was the only Zhongying representative, she was completely unfazed by the situation. As the company's representative, she commanded the room, seemingly understanding everyone's thoughts, chatting amiably, and even opening three bottles of thousand-yuan red wine. To give Zhang Qi face, she even drank freely. As expected of Guo Jiaming's long-standing appreciation and respect, Li Ying was adept at navigating social situations with ease, engaging in lively conversations and jokes without ever crossing the line. For instance, after a few drinks, even a refined gentleman like Zhang Qi became somewhat indiscreet, asking such a blunt question. Faced with the strange looks from everyone present, Li Ying was genuinely surprised and embarrassed, but she maintained a smile and easily steered the conversation back on track, giving Zhang Qi a way out while simultaneously enlivening the atmosphere. Throughout the hour-long dinner, despite several drinks, Li Ying remained sober and vibrant. She knew how to make these Beijing gentlemen comfortable, how to connect with them, and how to maintain proper decorum. Also, because of Han Yun… In her absence, she performed with remarkable ease.

After the meal, Li Ying arranged for a car to take the Delong representatives to the Sheshan Golf Course, and then returned to her company.

Sitting alone in her spacious and tidy office, she took a deep breath, relieved to finally escape those dreaded social engagements. Thinking of her husband, Jiawei, her body began to heat up again. The effects of the red wine had already ignited a primal desire within this young woman during the luncheon when she was alone with those men. Zhang Qi's inexplicable question, "Ms. Li, how is your relationship with your husband? Do you have frequent sex?" "It didn't really bother her, but it intensified that feeling. In this situation, besides her husband's excellent performance in bed, what else could she look forward to? When she learned that her sister would be leaving at midnight and she would have to pick up her son, Li Ying specially booked a room at a business hotel near her home.

Before three o'clock, Li Ying had finished her work, handed it over to her secretary, and hurriedly drove away from Lujiazui. She had originally arranged to go shopping at Hang Lung Plaza with Linda after work, but she had to reschedule with her by phone. After getting a facial near her husband's company, she was almost ready to leave." It was almost time to get off work, perfect timing to drive Jiawei and their son home.

Seeing Jiawei dressed impeccably in his green and blue outfit, looking dashing, and feeling the warm, romantic atmosphere of a candlelit restaurant as they entered the house, Li Ying was overjoyed. Without even changing out of her suit, she rushed into the kitchen to cook her signature steak, and thoughtfully prepared a special aphrodisiac imported deep-sea shrimp sauce for her husband.

Dinner was exquisite and refined. Even Qiqi noticed that his father seemed particularly attentive to his mother, and that his mother was much gentler than usual. He mischievously asked,

"Mommy, Daddy, today is your special day, so I'll give you a gift too?

" "What gift?" Li Ying's cheeks were already slightly flushed.

"I got first place in my class in German, how about that, awesome, right?..."

"You're such a good son, wonderful! But is this gift to make me fulfill my promise from last time and get an iPad?" Li Ying looked at her son with satisfaction. Actually, she had already bought him the Apple tablet.

"Daddy, look how amazing Mommy is! She even guessed this!" Qiqi nodded quickly, too happy to say anything more, so she turned to her doting father for help.

...

Because of their son, the atmosphere in their small family was even warmer, but Qiqi's overly cleverness sometimes made Li Ying and her husband feel awkward. When their son seriously asked them where they were going and what they were doing when they went out, the two of them really didn't know how to answer truthfully.

The whole bottle of red wine was almost divided equally between the couple. It is said that wine can enhance one's mood, and sure enough, as soon as they returned to the bedroom, Jiawei and Li Ying couldn't help but embrace and kiss passionately. Fortunately, the thoughtful wife had already closed the door. The elderly couple, like lovers rekindled after three years, were instantly ablaze with passion. Jiawei transformed into a rough, masculine man, his hands frantically caressing every sensitive part of his wife's body. When his hands reached her lower body, feeling the smooth flesh of her buttocks and abdomen, he became even more excited. Clearly, the imported aphrodisiac he had taken at work was taking effect; his penis instantly swelled to its limit. Li Ying was equally aroused. Her lower abdomen was already throbbing with heat, and the pressure from her husband's erection made her breath quicken, her eyes becoming hazy. Of course, she wouldn't tell her husband that she had already felt aroused while drinking with them at noon.

"Today...today you...today, if it's like yesterday,...today...you're finished..."

she managed to utter the short sentence. At this moment, if her son hadn't been home, she would have immediately pulled out Jiawei's penis, lifted her skirt, and let it completely relieve her itch. But ultimately, she couldn't bear it and pushed her husband away.

"What's wrong?!" Chen Jiawei lay half-reclined on the bed, looking somewhat bewildered.

"I can't take it anymore! You know I can't resist, you had to make me look bad in front of our son! Now you've made me feel so uncomfortable, and I have to hold it in until the hotel, really!"

"Okay, okay, when are we leaving? Or we can go now and wait for the nanny to pack tomorrow." Hearing his wife's seemingly reproachful yet extremely charming tone, Jiawei's worries completely dissipated, and he was secretly pleased. In fact, he knew very well that his wife had taken the initiative when they first came in, which was understandable; women are naturally very concerned about their image. Therefore, Chen Jiawei felt that his suspicions about his wife were entirely a mistake.

"Hmm, I knew you were in a hurry. Let me prepare first." Li Ying didn't say anything more, but instead chased her husband out of the bedroom. As soon as the door closed, her phone rang. It was Guo Jiaming calling. Before answering, she calmly took out the plastic penis and wet wipes and stuffed them into her bag.

Qi Qi was already watching TV on the leather sofa in the living room. Sitting not far from his son, Chen Jiawei seemed somewhat absent-minded. It took a while for the discomfort in his groin to completely subside. However, when his wife, with her hair styled in a low bun, suddenly appeared at the bedroom door, he couldn't help but feel an erection again. Jiawei couldn't tell whether it was the drug's potency or his wife's attire that caused this.

It was a black French-imported business suit, paired with tight-fitting cropped trousers. The design was so figure-hugging that Chen Jiawei always felt uncomfortable with his wife wearing it out, so it had remained in the closet. Even with all the buttons fastened, the V-neck only covered her lower chest, let alone Li Ying's figure. The upper half of her purple lace bra was completely exposed, the cups so low they barely covered her areolas, leaving a large expanse of her breasts exposed, making it seem as if her two large breasts might pop out at any moment. The fitted waistline also made her hips appear incredibly wide and fleshy. Adding to this, his wife had gained a little weight in the past two years, and her lower body, encased in silk trousers, was so voluptuous it was indescribable. Just by standing there, one could already sense how incredibly sexy her buttocks were.

As a woman born in the 1970s, Li Ying herself didn't like dressing so provocatively, but she found satisfaction in her husband's irresistible gaze. Wasn't this the effect she wanted at this moment? Moreover, she was already wearing a lace camisole that barely covered her breasts and buttocks; clearly, she had put a lot of thought into preparing for their upcoming intimacy.

Before Jiawei could speak, Li Ying called him back to the bedroom. Firstly, their son was still in the living room, and secondly, she really had something to tell him.

"Guo Jiaming called and asked me to go to KTV right now… really…"

"Now? What for?" Although Chen Jiawei didn't want to have any more unpleasantness with his wife about her work, at this moment, he couldn't maintain his smile.

“He said Zhang Qi is flying to Hong Kong early tomorrow morning, and those people are at the KTV on Fuxing Road giving him a send-off, saying it's not good if I'm not there.”

“Zhang Qi???”

“Oh dear, look at your memory! I told you about him yesterday, the guy with the fried egg hairstyle from that banquet last year. The head of Delong.”

“Oh…” Jiawei seemed to be recalling something, remaining silent for a while.

“They had plans with me tonight, but I already canceled them. Anyway, I'd still have a chance to meet them tomorrow, but who knew he'd fly away so soon? So annoying.”

“Then… do you want to go?” As soon as he asked, Chen Jiawei realized it was unnecessary. He knew Li Ying's personality well, and quickly replied…

“Why don’t you go? It won’t take long anyway. It’s only a half-hour drive from here to KTV. I’ll drive you.”

Li Ying knew her husband was being superstitious, but she still turned around and went to the wardrobe, opened the door and looked for something. She said, “Honey, I really don’t want to go, but you know how it is in this situation… Here, I’ll get it sorted out as soon as possible, and then we’ll go straight to the hotel. But I’ll have to change my clothes. Really…”

Seeing that the matter was settled, Jiawei decided to be generous in front of his wife. He walked behind her and pressed himself against her. The faint scent of perfume filled his nostrils. His hard penis, pressed against his wife’s plump buttocks, felt quite swollen. As his hands slowly slid from her round thighs to her full belly, he felt Li Ying’s breathing quicken again.

"Don't change it, just leave it like this. You can wear another scarf to cover your chest."

"What are you doing? You're bothering me again, aren't you annoying... You know I have things to do." Li Ying pushed away the two hands and turned around. "Okay, okay, how about you come upstairs with me?"

Actually, she certainly didn't want her husband to agree. Being with those businessmen would affect her conversation.

"What would I do upstairs? I have nothing to talk about with them. I'll just wait for you in the car. On our wedding anniversary, you're busy with work, and I'll wait for you outside. Don't you think that's romantic?"

"You, when did you become so romantic? Let me tell you, tonight you can make me orgasm with your hand. Even if you are romantic, okay, I'm not going to waste my breath on you. Let's go." For some reason, Li Ying did feel more favorably towards her husband after this. Actually, she knew Han Yun was also at Qian Gui, and she really wanted to tell Jiawei about Han Yun, but she couldn't bring herself to say it. Perhaps she felt that if she could handle it herself, why should her husband interfere? After entering the bathroom, Li Ying carefully touched up her light makeup.

When Chen Jiawei arrived in the living room, his son had already gone back to his room to do his homework. The faint fragrance had already filled the living room. His wife was bending over in the hallway putting on her shoes, her buttocks, tightly wrapped in trousers, were sticking out prominently, so hot it was irresistible. Jiawei got hard again, but for some reason, several waves of inexplicable unease surged in his heart at the same time.

Five minutes later, a white imported BMW with an "ilovejj" sticker on the rear drove out of Shuiqingmuhua, and then, another bright red light appeared on the asphalt road of Lianyang.

Although it wasn't a weekend night, the Qian Gui Fuxing flagship store, located in a prime corner of the city center, was still fully booked. In a luxurious VIP room on the third floor, the spotlights cast a soft, elegant glow. The frosted crystal coffee table was piled high with expensive imported liquor and cigarettes. On the imposing black leather corner sofa, each man had his arm around a voluptuous barmaid. Outside the room, amidst this lavish revelry and the cacophony of laughter and song, young Victor remained vigilant. He knew that the dashing, handsome man with a beard inside, Han, was not only a close friend of the CEO of the KTV headquarters but also a man not to be trifled with.

Linda and her driver, Lao Yang, were the only ones present who didn't drink heavily. Accustomed to such scenes, they didn't flinch at the sight of the debauchery. Accompanying a high-ranking executive from headquarters, they were even more radiant. Unlike Lao Yang, while seemingly welcoming the barmaids, Linda harbored a deep, unspoken unease. Zhang Qi was nowhere to be seen among the group.

"Just like that, he's gone? Good things are about to begin. Guo Jiaming just left like that? I knew he was a scoundrel."

Han Yun, with his arm around the woman in his arms, said, already pulling down his shirt collar, seemingly to reveal his gold chain and bulging muscles—a stark contrast to his professional demeanor.

Zhu Lin, who had just taken a sip of Hennessy, swallowed it without even tasting it after Han Yun's words.

"What...what, are you serious?"

"Don't believe me? Don't you know I booked a room at the Hilton? Do you think I'm like you?" Han Yun repeatedly stroked the woman's buttocks on his lap, looking at Zhu Lin with disdain.

“But… Li Ying, she…”

“But what? Didn’t you always say she had high taste? Isn’t the Hilton class enough?” He then turned to the other two men dressed in gold and green, saying, “Jianjun, Guoliang, come on over. I don’t mind. The bed is big enough.”

At that time, only Zhang Guoliang and Yu Jianjun, the vice president of Delong’s headquarters and vice chairman of the board, were present at the signing ceremony and Li Ying’s banquet. In their eyes, Han Yun was just joking, because they knew that Han Yun was not the only high-ranking man in Delong who wanted to sleep with Li Ying, but who had succeeded?

"Old Han, you're too kind. I don't have any penchant for group sex. You should just go for it yourself and not get her pregnant."

"Yeah, you've really reached a new level. How did you manage to get involved with a married woman? I'm far behind

... far behind..."

Their seemingly casual conversation only made Zhu Lin's face turn even uglier. Li Ying was the woman he had harbored feelings for all these years. Even if she had principles, Han Yun was, after all, a man who would stop at nothing to achieve his goals. Zhu Lin always felt that something unexpected might happen.

"I think you shouldn't go too far. After all, business still needs to be done. Won't it be too awkward?!"

"Awkward? Awkward my foot! Take your pants off now and see what kind of person you are! Don't pretend in front of me, Zhu Lin. Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. What's wrong with sleeping with her? If you don't sleep with her, how can your business grow?! You didn't even want to sleep with her?"

Han Yun was furious. He even yelled at Zhu Lin by her name, his face flushed red, showing no regard for anyone else. This instantly froze the smiles in the room. Linda, who was singing loudly, went off-key, while only the driver, Lao Yang, remained expressionless. Coincidentally, at that very moment, Zhu Lin's phone rang; it was Li Ying calling.

With the hostesses gone, the room felt much more spacious, but the strong scent of perfume lingered. Linda was now the only woman in the private room. Everyone else busied themselves tidying their clothes to welcome the Zhongying vice president who had just arrived downstairs.

Han Yun appeared unhurried, slowly buttoning his expensive shirt, while Lao Yang called Hilton in his name to reconfirm the room reservation.

(II)

The night on Huaihai Road was shrouded in darkness, the dazzling neon lights painting the sky red. A white BMW stopped in front of the opulent Qian Gui KTV. A smiling waiter rushed up and opened the passenger door. A long leg clad in black leggings emerged, its foot encased in beige stiletto sandals with pointed toes, the straps crisscrossing around its slender, fair ankle.

"Honey, wait for me in the car! I should be down soon!" Li Ying rarely addressed her husband, Jiawei, as "honey," but that night she used the term repeatedly. After getting out of the car, she glanced at the valet in front, tossed her long, glossy hair, turned back to Jiawei in the car with a toothy smile, and walked directly towards the entrance of the KTV.

Unwittingly, her alluring figure attracted countless lewd gazes.

"Welcome,"

the two men at the entrance said casually, their eyes darting around at the approaching woman. By the time they saw her back to the elevator, their groins were already throbbing uncomfortably. They had seen all kinds of women, but one that aroused them like this was truly rare.

Chen Jiawei moved the car to the side of the road near the entrance of Fuxing Park and turned off the engine. As he savored the lingering French fragrance and his wife's tasteful touches in the car's interior, and gazed out the window, a warm feeling washed over him. The scenery before him was so familiar, so evocative of their courtship.

Compared to the days when he relentlessly pursued her in school, his current life felt like a luxury. The lingering warmth of the smooth leather seat beside him was a testament to the woman he had dreamt of becoming his wife, and now their son was ten years old. What could be more blissful than this? He turned on some soft music, sometimes closing his eyes to rest, sometimes gazing at the distant, fading night view, hoping his wife would come out soon.

On her way to Qian Gui, Li Ying learned that Guo Jiaming was no longer there, but she remained unaware that Zhang Qi had already left with him. With an elegant and dignified demeanor, she followed the attentive Victor to the door of the third-floor private room. As soon as she stepped inside, the sight of her trembling breasts instantly drew all eyes to her. Linda seemed to be trying to be friendly, but inwardly she was thinking: "Sister Amy, you can't be serious, why didn't you wear a shirt when you went out?"

Facing the men's welcoming yet shifty gazes, Li Ying remained composed .

"I'm sorry, everyone, for keeping you waiting."

She smiled and shook hands with them, her slender hand adorned with a diamond ring, unaware that all the executives were already aroused. Although Han Yun's gaze lingered on her deep cleavage and lace bra for a moment, his expression remained relatively natural. He said very gentlemanly,

"Ms. Li, you look exceptionally stunning tonight!..."

The

events of the past two days had made Li Ying re-evaluate Han Yun. This despicable man still frequently appeared in her sexual fantasies during intercourse with her husband. Under the weight of her strong moral conscience, Li Ying had to intensify her resistance towards him.

A mere compliment made Li Ying's smile appear forced, yet she couldn't abandon her usual public relations demeanor. She smiled faintly at Han Yun and said, "Thank you..."

When Li Ying learned that Zhang Qi had already left Qian Gui due to other business, she wanted to leave immediately but was afraid of offending the other two guests from headquarters. So, she said coquettishly, "Really, look at your CEO Zhang, why didn't she wait for us before leaving?" and then chatted with them charmingly, even deliberately telling them that her husband, Jiawei, was still waiting for her downstairs.

Han Yun, of course, was meticulous, but he also knew Li Ying too well. He knew that a vice president of a Fortune 500 company would never lose his business acumen in public. So, he deliberately made a small space between himself and Zhu Lin, poured a shot of Remy Martin into a crystal-clear glass, and warmly invited Li Ying to sit down.

Han Yun easily succeeded. Young Victor outside the door kept glancing into the room. Seeing the newly arrived VIP already seated upright among the men, he felt a surge of heat again. Even after pulling his gaze away, the image of that slightly trembling chest kept flashing through his mind, and inexplicably, he imagined scenes from obscene pornographic films.

Li Ying already disliked business banquets; being squeezed among men made her body sensitive enough to feel the pungent odor in the air. Especially tonight, with her intoxicated state not yet fully satisfied, she was about to have a few drinks with these esteemed individuals who habitually thought with their lower bodies, and to make matters worse, someone was right beside her. She decisively raised her glass.

"Come, everyone, let me be the host today! I'll start by toasting you all, but please be gentle!"

Her confident, polite words easily ignited the atmosphere, and the room, filled with the sound of clinking glasses, instantly became a lively scene.

"You're too kind, Mr. Li, you're too kind. Of course we'll accept your hospitality!"

"Yes, we're truly flattered! Come on! Cheese, cheese!"

"Hehe, look, this 25-year-old premium Black Label is specially prepared for you, Mr. Li!"

...

However, the joyful atmosphere was quickly shattered by Han Yun.

"Have mercy? Mr. Li, how can having mercy make the climax even more intense with a woman like you?!" As

soon as the words left her lips, all the smiles turned awkward. The blush on Li Ying's face spread all the way to her neck. Han Yun's blatant use of language in public left her speechless, and before she could even think of how to respond, something even more shameful followed. At that moment, Han Yun's hand wandered to Li Ying's buttocks, which were tightly wrapped in her pants, and began to grope her roughly.

Li Ying almost spat out the wine in her mouth, and her smile finally vanished.

"Zhu Lin! You...look, isn't this man drunk?!"

Despite a shameful itch spreading throughout her body, Li Ying resolutely pushed away the strange, rude, and dirty hand, and stood up as if cramping.

Linda's singing stopped again, and Zhu Lin's face turned even more ashen.

"This...this..." Just as everyone was about to lose their composure, Han Yun completely abandoned the conduct of a corporate executive. Before Li Ying could even step out of the coffee table, he raised his hand and aimed at Li Ying's plump, slightly upturned buttocks, then slapped them hard across the face.

"Ah~"

The crisp, fleshy sound, mixed with Li Ying's undisguised, seductive scream, instantly suffocated the entire room. The fact that

such a sound could be made even through her pants was enough to make Old Yang lose his composure.

"Disgusting!!!"

Being a straightforward woman, Li Ying lost her temper. Having been insulted like this, if it weren't for the occasion, she would have slapped Han Yun across the face. But she held back and picked up her still warm LV handbag. Before she could leave that place of trouble, Han Yun's words suddenly changed her mind.

"Keep pretending, Mr. Li. You want to leave? Fine, check your things before you go." With that, Han Yun picked up a bag from the corner of the sofa, rummaged through it, and then calmly said to the others, "By the way, why don't you all make yourselves at home, so as not to embarrass our Mr. Li later? Huh?"

Clearly, Zhu Lin's worries were not unfounded; a long-brewing drama was finally about to unfold. But as business associates who would inevitably run into each other, who would be willing to get involved when someone was confidently about to pull out their trump card? Before the trump card could be revealed, Zhang Guoliang and the other cowards had already hastily left using fabricated excuses. As for Zhu Lin, despite his extreme inner conflict, he ultimately didn't openly offend this powerful colleague for the sake of a woman.

Although Linda was just a secretary, her anxious state of mind was the most complex among the group that left. Was she genuinely worried about Amy, or was there another reason? Thinking back to Amy's calm and composed demeanor at Starbucks yesterday, her unease subsided somewhat. However, even though she clearly saw Chen Jiawei in the white BMW downstairs, she deliberately avoided it.

In just a few minutes, the lavishly lit, alcohol-scented private room felt somewhat deserted. The music was turned down, the spotlights dimmed, and Old Yang sat in the corner of the sofa, feeling a sense of tension, his gaze still fixed on the wall-mounted television. Han Yun sat down next to Li Ying expressionlessly and handed her the photo; everything was exactly as he expected. Li Ying appeared calm, but her expression had instantly become flustered.

The image, captured by a webcam, was remarkably clear. The photo clearly showed Li Ying's face, but what was truly horrifying was the image accompanying it: a naked male genitalia, erect and bulging with veins—two of them! Li Ying vividly recalled the events at the Jinmao Hotel that day. She had even mentioned it to Linda at the coffee shop yesterday: out of loyalty, she had immediately rejected the sudden offer of a quid pro quo contract. But now, what was even more shameful was that she noticed another kind of expression on that panicked face, an expression that anyone who saw it would understand. Faced with this

image, Li Ying's hand burned. She couldn't imagine what would happen if her husband, Jiawei, saw the photo.

Han Yun finally spoke.

"If this thing accidentally ends up in the hands of your son or his classmate, hehe, Ms. Li, wouldn't that be exciting?!..."

Faced with such a threat, could Li Ying remain calm?! She flew into a rage, tearing the photo to shreds. She was too agitated to even ask where it came from, though she knew there must have been a copy. She swung her hand, aiming a vicious slap at Han Yun's face…

But things never go as planned. Han Yun, quick-witted and agile, grabbed Li Ying's hand just in time. But in that instant, Li Ying's trembling, full breasts further enraged him. No longer caring about the situation, he abruptly grabbed the strap connecting Li Ying's bra cups with his other hand, saying, "You slut!…

I'll teach you to pretend!" and yanked hard…

"Ah!~"

Poor Chen Jiawei. Without the support of a bra, how could his short shorts possibly cover Li Ying's enormous breasts?

A large expanse of captivating flesh caught Old Yang's eye. He quickly arched his back to cover his throbbing crotch, only to see that Li Ying's pair of snow-white, large breasts were already fully exposed. He was so overwhelmed that he almost cried out, and was embarrassed and didn't know what to do.

No wonder Old Yang reacted that way. The sheer fullness of her breasts was something even Zhao Ming from "Let the Bullets Fly" couldn't match. Li Ying's breasts were so large they practically flared out to the sides, the two large areolas still retaining the allure of her breastfeeding days, creating a striking contrast with the surrounding glossy flesh. They trembled, as if about to burst forth with milk—enough to feed five infants. Large, mature nipples stood erect on those alluring areolas…

No matter what she wore, the Vice President of Zhongying's breasts always aroused lustful thoughts in men. Now, however, they were completely exposed… It

was utterly shameful. Li Ying almost fainted. Her breasts, which she was ashamed to show even in front of her 10-year-old son, were now completely exposed to two strange men. She panicked and frantically tried to cover herself, barely managing to conceal her nipples. Thankfully, no one was outside the door at the time. Despite this shameful incident, her flushed face lost all its former sharpness.

Han Yunzong had seen countless women's bodies, but faced with such a voluptuous figure, he couldn't take it anymore. His nerves felt like they were about to burst, and he lost all sense of self-respect. He decided to stop and change his plans again. He yelled at Lao Yang to block the door, and with a "whoosh," he unzipped his pants…

The air downstairs was exceptionally fresh. Chen Jiawei comfortably reclined on the soft BMW seat, absentmindedly counting the passing cars on the road ahead. He occasionally glanced at the KTV door through the rearview mirror, hoping to catch a glimpse of his wife. He knew she rarely returned quickly from her social engagements. Even though less than 15 minutes had passed, it felt like an eternity. He took out a cigarette and lit it outside the car, determined not to leave any cigarette smell in his wife's car. But right now, only smoking made time seem to pass faster.

The corridor on the third floor of the KTV was bustling with people. The door to room A was tightly closed, and a man's figure inside blocked the view through the glass door, looking somewhat uneasy.

After her hand was released, Li Ying frantically straightened her clothes, wanting only to cover her unsettling breasts. Just as a familiar scent wafted into her nostrils, she jolted awake. She was about to faint again when a throbbing, erect penis stood proudly next to her face, so close she could feel its trembling. The 20-centimeter-long penis was already bent, its veins clearly bulging, the glans swollen and purple.

Li Ying's face burned with shame. She had to avert her gaze. She made a decisive decision: she would rather wrap her hands around her clothes than leave this shameful scene. Although she could no longer muster her anger, she still struggled to stand up.

"You beast!... Let me go!"

Han Yun, how could he possibly let go of the fat meat in his mouth at this moment? Before Li Ying could even reach the center of the room, he stepped in front of her with his erect penis, grabbed her arm, and easily let one of her breasts slip out of her collar. He then took the opportunity to pinch her shy nipple and pull it hard...

Clearly, Han Yun had figured out a woman's natural weakness. In just one move, he had already made Li Ying's legs weak, and she couldn't help but moan "Oh~". This was just the beginning. Han Yun directly plunged his head into her once again naked, snow-white breasts, wantonly pecking at every sensitive spot on her full breasts. As he bit and sucked, he made a series of "tsk...tsk..." sounds.

Li Ying was on the verge of collapse. She struggled with all her might, slapping Han Yun's face, but she couldn't muster any strength. The tingling sensation at the tips of her breasts stirred up waves of suppressed desire within her. Despite suffering this immense humiliation, her face slowly revealed a shameful allure. Her

nipples, in fact, hardened under these circumstances.

Old Yang, a man of vigor and vitality, witnessed everything with a mixture of excitement and conflicting emotions. When he saw the undisguised ecstasy in Li Ying's shocked eyes, he knew a disgraceful act might be about to unfold. Yet, his conscience compelled him to sympathize with another man. Old Yang clearly remembered how congenial he had been with Chen Jiawei on the way home after a dinner party.

Han Yun was indeed formidable; his forceful assault had already aroused the woman's sex hormones. Hearing Li Ying's barely suppressed moans, he suddenly released her already extremely excited breasts and grabbed her waist and back. He tried to force a kiss on her lips, but she dodged him. Instead, he breathed on her ear repeatedly to provoke her. Their chests and abdomens were pressed tightly together, his erect penis pressing hard against Li Ying's lower abdomen, which was currently ovulating. The secretions on his glans stained his black pants with silver stains, while his ruthless and filthy hands had already explored every part of Li Ying's voluptuous body that was most arousing.

Was it the alcohol, or Han Yun's skill, or perhaps the blatant threat...? Li Ying seemed to still be twisting and struggling, but her tone had finally changed.

"Ah~ Oh~ No, no... No, you know I have a family... I can't betray my husband... Ah~" "

...It's okay, he won't know, huh? You slut, still pretending... Are you itching so badly..."

"No... It's impossible, I only love him, please let me go..."

"...Just this once, we'll both get what we want, I'll make you feel so good you'll die, is his as big as mine?

Huh? Is it..."

"Impossible... Impossible... Don't ask anymore, you're too lewd..."

"What kind of woman are you? Do you think I don't know... Huh?... Your man even got a plastic one for you..."

"You... How did you know..."

"How about it? Did you use those panties yesterday... I had someone bring them from Japan..."

"...You... You... Oh..."

"Mr. Li... How about this... Let's not talk about anything else, the photos are just a small matter... If..."

…If you were to bid for the entire market in South China…I think you know a bit about my connections in Beijing…Let me give you a good time…Hmm?…” The warm, ambiguous air filled their ears, and amidst the lewd talk, their noses brushed against each other several times. Although Li Ying didn't let her dry lips meet the rogue's, she found it increasingly difficult to resist his handsome face. However, what struggled against the rapidly swelling desire that was troubling her was her no longer firm consciousness. It wasn't just about the photo; Han Yun's final, obvious hint was enough to make her waver.

A woman is still a woman after all. Just as Han Yun's unreasonable hand unintentionally slid across Li Ying's crotch, where her vulva was still exposed, the situation instantly changed in a way that even Old Yang couldn't believe. Li Ying could no longer bear it. Despite still crying out "No...no...", her hand had already grabbed Han Yun's massive penis, firmly grasping the thick flesh between the shaft and glans... She twisted the glans until it swelled violently. This was the first time in her life she had touched a penis other than her husband's. A sudden wave of guilt towards her husband washed over her, but what she felt was an unprecedented strength. As her heart stirred once more, her vagina became even more itchy.

Poor Chen Jiawei…

Han Yun succeeded once again. He quickly seized the opportunity and, taking advantage of Li Ying's lack of resistance, directly unbuckled her guggid belt and forcefully pulled down her black tight pants, along with her underwear, up to her knees…

This dignified vice president of Zhongying Group hadn't even had a chance to cry out before her voluptuous lower body was completely naked. At that time, her buttocks were slightly protruding. If there hadn't been anyone covering the door, the scene…

it was truly one wave after another. Faced with this wave of lush flesh rushing towards his eyes, Old Yang really couldn't resist. If he weren't afraid of Han Yun, he would have pulled out his throbbing penis and released himself directly. As the driver accompanying her, Old Yang had been filled with lustful thoughts the first time he encountered this woman in Lujiazui, drawn to her alluring and seductive buttocks. Now, in the soft lighting of the private room, Old Yang could clearly see every inch of skin on her ample, white buttocks. With the slightest movement, the two plump buttocks jiggled, and the cheeks were rounded with the fullness of a woman who had just given birth. Such buttocks spread out at the bottom of her fitted shorts, revealing a full, wide belly in front, made even more striking by a tuft of inverted triangular pubic hair, adorned with a thin line. No wonder she was a woman who had given birth; Old Yang couldn't resist after just a few glances.

The air conditioning in the room was strong, and Li Ying felt a chill run down her lower body. Even though she regained some composure, she was instantly overwhelmed with shame. Normally, she felt uncomfortable even dressed provocatively in public, but now… She tried to pull up her pants, but frantically couldn't find the waistband, only able to cover herself, her face flushed with embarrassment. Her large, white breasts trembled uncontrollably, and she was utterly mortified.

Han Yun couldn't bear it any longer; his penis was throbbing as if it were about to explode. He glanced at the doorway and shoved Li Ying onto the sofa. A man with strong arms is different; he rushed to Li Ying, overpowering her resistance, and in a few swift movements, ripped her pants and underwear off between her legs, leaving only her high-heeled sandals on her feet. "

This is so perverted!" Han Yun held the woman's sexy panties to his nose and smelled them repeatedly. He deliberately tore off the already soaked, ultra-thin panty liner that was still stuck to her crotch. His eyes were filled with lust. He said wickedly,

"You slut, you're so wet, and you're still pretending to be coy in front of me. Come on, don't worry, I'll make you feel good. Mmm~ smell it yourself, this scent~ no wonder you're the vice president of Zhongying Group!" As he spoke, Han Yun forcefully pressed down on Li Ying, who was curled up on the sofa, and forcibly spread her legs into an M shape.

Li Ying resisted, too shy to exert any strength. She lay there in terror, her legs forcibly spread apart. The bottom edge of her lush pubic hair and her shyly moist vulva were exposed between her fleshy hips. Her two plump labia majora were rolled outwards, and her pink vulva, dripping with juice, contracted shyly. Perhaps even now, her confused mind could not accept the reality before her, that the man who looked at her so ugly was not her husband! There was another one not far away in front of the door, but she could only clench her buttocks tightly, not letting her most embarrassing anus be exposed.

"No!...No...I'm going to call for help, I'm going to call for help, no, no!"

"Go ahead and call, let more people see your shamelessness. Shall we film you in an AV? Hmm?"

"No, no, don't do this, we still have to cooperate, we all have to cooperate, right, my husband is still downstairs, I can't."

"Call him over here, let's see who's better at it, huh? You slut, I'm not just a slut, I can make you cum with just my hands, look how wet your cunt is, still pretending..."

Han Yun's voice was very loud, as if he wanted Old Yang to hear him too. After saying that, he suddenly grabbed Li Ying's clitoris, gently pinched it and then pulled it. Taking advantage of the woman's somewhat distorted expression, he directly stabbed her with his palm. Before she could react, the middle three fingers were already inserted into her seemingly desperately wanting to be comforted cunt. His palm was slightly arched and facing upwards. The two labia were already stretched wide. It was obvious that he had taken advantage of the fact that Li Ying's cunt was very loose after giving birth, and he was not worried about hurting her at all. At that time, only his thumb and little finger were still stuck at the entrance of the cunt.

Han Yun was indeed a master in bed. His thrust didn't hurt Li Ying at all; instead, it hit that crucial spot on her vaginal wall, instantly making her weak and indescribably comfortable. She felt extreme shame and hatred, yet she was already overwhelmed with urges to ejaculate. As his hand gradually increased its frequency and hit the mark each time, Li Ying's limp legs could no longer hold on, involuntarily opening wider and wider. She tried to suppress it, but moans escaped her lips.

"No...no...you beast...you're finished!..."

The words were difficult to utter. Han Yun was excited by this. "You slut, let's see who's finished! Hmm?"

He deliberately asked rhetorically, while simultaneously increasing the force. Instantly, a series of "plop...plop..." friction sounds emanated from her vagina.

In less than 10 seconds, Li Ying's expression distorted. She couldn't bear to look at Han Yun again. A twisted, lewd look suddenly appeared on her face. She desperately suppressed her screams. She felt a surge of pleasure building up, but her mind was still clear: No! No! How could she climax at this moment?!

How could Han Yun not see it? When he noticed Li Ying's nipples were erect, he thrust even harder, teasingly saying, 　　" 　　Coming 　　...coming...coming!

"

... "Ah! ~~ 　　... The shameful vaginal fluid gushed out uncontrollably. Li Ying was about to faint. Her consciousness was filled with extreme humiliation and indignation, but the surging tide just wouldn't subside. The feeling was more pleasurable than ever before. No matter how hard she tried to hold back, her body was just so uncooperative. The vaginal fluid leaked out as if she had lost control, splashing everywhere around her with that wicked hand. Luckily, the sofa was leather... The details of her conversation with Linda yesterday suddenly flashed through her mind. She had actually called her a naive girl... 　　Li Ying's anus could no longer hold back. It opened wide and contracted violently with the surging tide, sucking in the streams of vaginal fluid. She didn't care about being ashamed anymore . 　　" Ah ... He didn't care about the cuffs of his shirt anymore; he just wouldn't let her come down from her pedestal, continuing to humiliate her. 　　"Oh my god, so much!? How come there's so much!?..." 　　This scene completely stunned Old Yang. He had never seen anything like it in real life, and what's more, the woman on the sofa, behaving so disgracefully, was actually the leader of Zhongying Group, and still the dignified and elegant Li Ying?! 　　Old 　　Yang's blood was boiling with pent-up desire, and 　　he was also afraid. What would happen if this woman's husband rushed in? After all, he was an accomplice. "Ah ... 　　Poor Chen Jiawei... 　　lay convulsing on the sofa. Li Ying's voluptuous body trembled slightly. Old Yang thought the boss would instruct him to clean up the scene, but Han Yun didn't. He straightened his back, took some tissues to dry his hands, and then dialed two numbers on his phone. 　　(III) 　　The city's night view was intoxicating. The refined Victor stood in front of the Qian Gui KTV, diligently greeting guests. Chen Jiawei finished his second cigarette and returned to his car. He checked the time again; his wife had been upstairs for almost half an hour. His phone screen showed his wife's number, but he didn't dial it. He knew his wife would manage her social engagements, and urging her would only disrupt her plans. 　　Li Ying lay naked on the damp sofa, confessing to her husband. The physical excitement lingered. How much she longed for the stimulation that should have come from her husband, yet this ecstatic orgasm was brought on by another man. 　　After making the call, Han Yun's manhood remained erect and proud. Now was the time to act. He decisively stripped off all his clothes, no longer hesitant, because the call was to the CEO of Qian Gui KTV, and now which employee would dare to interfere? With a leap, he grabbed Li Ying's lower back, lying on his side on the sofa, pinning her face against his. His enraged penis thrust in forcefully, penetrating her wet vagina in one go, his testicles still lodged outside. 　　Li Ying was going crazy. A tingling sensation in her cervix and an unprecedented swelling in her vagina instantly brought her back to reality. It was too late. "Jiawei, I'm sorry," she whimpered, barely suppressing a moan, yet unable to hide the "satisfaction" on her face. 　　Han Yun's penis was too long; even her uterine walls felt the burning heat of the glans... 　　"Beast!..." 　　she cursed weakly, enraged. Tears instantly soaked her delicate eyeliner. Assaulting Han Yun, thankfully still able to straighten her back, she swung her hand and slapped the man's face. 　　The slap only enraged Han Yun, but he didn't dodge or block. Instead, he focused all his strength on his hips and started fucking. Using his signature fucking position, his penis was so hard that even his testicles jumped up, like a pair of out-of-control steel balls. The two men's abdomens and hips collided instantly, making a series of "slap slap..." sounds. 　　Despite her hatred, how could Li Ying endure such tormenting pleasure? The friction inside her vagina repeatedly penetrated her lower abdomen, arousing her anus as well. She tried to suppress her cries, but her expression was already out of control. Her nipples hardened, and her buttocks involuntarily parted, a chill running down her spine. She suddenly remembered a man watching from behind, and felt utterly mortified. Normally, even picking something up in public, she would straighten her back, but now… To increase the penetration, Han Yun deliberately spread her snow-white buttocks, her anus gaping open… 　　“How is it, Ms. Li…? Is it good?… Hmm?… Is it better than your husband’s?… Hmm?… 　　…” After repeatedly asking these questions, he ripped off Li Ying’s open-collar suit jacket… 　　“…Don’t ask anymore~ Don’t ask anymore~ Don’t ask anymore…”… 　　Even so, Li Ying was still being fucked so hard that her words trembled. She was completely unable to extricate herself. That expression, the expression she only showed during sex, was finally revealed to a man other than her husband. 　　Old Yang couldn’t hold back anymore. Hearing the “slap slap…” sounds mixed with lewd words, and witnessing such an unsavory sexual act, he pulled out his penis and began to masturbate. Was the woman in front of him still the dignified, elegant, and domineering vice president of Zhongying? Her snow-white, voluptuous body was only covered by a lace camisole, two thin straps digging into her fleshy back, and her lower body was only covered by beige stiletto sandals. She straddled the man, her snow-white buttocks spread wide open, so full they could make one's blood boil. Her seemingly reserved cunt was being relentlessly pounded by his savage penis, which was like a piston bearing in an engine, beneath her fleshy anus. Her testicles were getting wetter and wetter... Her posture didn't lie; she was already thoroughly enjoying herself. Old Yang understood that this woman had basically finished having sex. He wanted to take a picture of this scene with his phone, but he was also worried: Li Ying's husband mustn't come in at this moment. 　　On the clean asphalt road in front of Qian Gui, cars were parked one after another. A bright white BMW was still parked in the same spot. Chen Jiawei lay back in the comfortable seat. To shake off his drowsiness, he turned on the stereo and put in the CDs that he and his wife both loved. The melodious atmosphere was soon broken by noise from afar. A bright red Ferrari sports car sped from Huaihai Road, accompanied by the roar of its engine, and stopped abruptly on the side of the road across the street. A burly man in a leather jacket jumped out. Completely disregarding that the car was still in a restricted area, he lit a cigarette and strode towards the entrance of Qian Gui.

Entertainment clubs like Qian Gui install transparent glass on the doors of each room to facilitate staff surveillance and prevent illegal activities. It was precisely because of this directive that the VIP room on the third floor became an exception. Seeing a figure obscured by the door, Victor knew perfectly well that something shady might be happening inside, but who would dare to be a hero with a professional shill? True

to his reputation as a bed-playing expert, Han Yun grabbed Li Ying's two trembling, large breasts, twisted her nipples, rubbed her areolas, and thrust his hips so hard that their bellies clashed repeatedly, pumping dozens of times in a row. He was completely immersed in appreciating the woman's lewd side. Overwhelming pleasure surged from her vagina to her lower abdomen and then spread to her anus. Her lower abdomen trembled with the anticipation of orgasm. As her expression shifted dramatically, Li Ying finally let out a series of screams, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." The surging cries echoed through her long, flowing hair, reaching even Old Yang behind her, who had just finished masturbating and couldn't help but ejaculate. Fortunately, the room was very soundproof; otherwise, the sound would have carried throughout the entire corridor. Even so, she endured it, restraining herself, thinking: "Don't orgasm, please don't orgasm." Han Yun, his neck veins bulging, was about to send this woman to the heavens when he mischievously slowed down abruptly, gently grinding against her clitoris, preventing her from reaching orgasm, instead causing her to feel an unbearable itch and a surge of desire.

Despite her restraint, Li Ying was still a woman. After being repeatedly played with like this several times, she had completely lost control. As her buttocks lifted, her body involuntarily clung tightly to Han Yun. With her beautiful eyes closed, her face filled with wanton cries, she cried out incoherently,

"

Ah

...

"Ah!!!!!!!!!..." The continuous moans suddenly turned into a scream that went off-key. The woman on the sofa, who was turning around in panic, was utterly ashamed because her most shameful and lewd parts had been exposed to this uninvited guest. Her expression was extremely disgusted. The look of fear and embarrassment was mixed with a lewdness that she could not hide. Her waist and back were tightly held by the man below her. She could not get off the ground and tried to cover her buttocks, which could not be closed at all, but her hands were pinched... That night, Li Ying could be said to have suffered the most humiliation of her life. But this time, she was so ashamed that she wanted to die. The man in front of the door had a sexy stubble like Han Yun. He also had single eyes and hooked eyebrows. He was rugged but not without some delicacy. His strong body was wrapped in a PRBDB leather jacket. He was so handsome that he would make many women's hearts flutter. His anus was exposed to him in a blatant manner. The obvious wetness was still hard on his face. For Li Ying, a mature woman, this was really the most ugly thing ever. Even more embarrassingly, Han Yun, with his erect penis still inside her cunt, actually started introducing them.

"Old Ke, this...this is President Li of Zhongying Group, whom I often mention to you. She's a very influential woman in the East China business world..." Luckily, Old Yang closed the door in time.

Han Yun was so calm because this man called Old Ke was the one he had called. The Ferrari downstairs was just one of his favorite cars. His wealthy family background made him and Han Yun, like-minded people, become best friends. Sure enough, one phone call and he arrived in five minutes. Despite having seen countless bodies, the moment Lao Ke stepped into this room, his blood boiled instantly. Embarrassed, he managed a humorous tone:

"Ms. Li, hello, hello, it's a pleasure to meet you!" Then he turned to Han Yun and said,

"You don't need to be so hot-blooded, do you? Why are you doing this right here?... I was left waiting like an idiot at the Hilton, I even took a shower, damn it..."

He was usually a cautious person, but when he stood before Li Ying, facing those two ample breasts, he finally couldn't hold back. He immediately started taking off his clothes, his tone changing drastically,

"Ms. Li, you truly are a powerful woman! Your son is already so grown up, yet you still tirelessly pursue public relations! Don't worry, my skills in bed are no worse than Han Yun's."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Hurry up and come help. Mr. Li's husband is still waiting downstairs." Han Yun finished speaking with difficulty, a sinister smile on his face, somewhat forced. At that moment, he was exerting force, pulling his penis out of Li Ying's vagina a long way each time before thrusting it back in.

What could Li Ying say at this point? Thinking of her husband and son, she felt so guilty she wanted to die. Her eyes welled up again, yet her lust was repeatedly fueled by the shameless pleasure. She felt the agonizing friction in her lower abdomen, and with each "slap slap..." the impact intensified, her demeanor irresistibly becoming wanton

. Her moans turned into frantic screams, and finally, she cried

out, "Ah ...

He already knew a little about Li Ying's character from Han Yun's words, but seeing the woman's lewd expression and the carpet and sofa splattered with her love juices, he was still surprised. He said,

"Han, you're too rough! You got it all messed up before I even got here! Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!... Look, it's everywhere."

As he spoke, he grabbed a handful of toilet paper, straddled Li Ying, and while wiping the wet stains on the sofa, he admired the woman's anus, the flesh clearly defined. Suddenly, he said fiercely, "Slut!!!" and slapped her hard across the defenseless ass.

"Ah~"

Old Ke understood women too well. He hurt Li Ying, but he saw an even more lewd expression on her face as she writhed in pain. Her snow-white ass was slapped open even wider. Old Ke got carried away. Every time he thrust into Han Yun, he would slap her hard. Not only that, he also knew how to verbally arouse women. With each thrust of his engorged member against Li Ying's ugly face, he would repeatedly ask her,

"Is it good?! You slut?... Hmm? Is it good?... Hmm? How's mine? Hmm?!... Is it good enough?!... Hmm??..."

Li Ying couldn't take it anymore. Her out-of-control expression was stared at by the man's captivating and masculine gaze. His penis inside her was relentlessly thrusting against her clitoris and rubbing her G-spot, while the one next to her face was so close it reeked of a fishy smell. As a woman at her sexual peak, how could she endure such torment? Her consciousness finally blurred, and with a sob in her voice, her surging, incoherent cries escaped her lips.

" 　　Ah

...

Han Yun, still thrusting into Li Ying with his arms around her waist, handed her the phone. "President Li, business is indeed busy. It's Director Zhang calling. Should you answer? Hmm?" He was clearly doing it on purpose, watching Li Ying shake her head with a slutty expression, crying out, "Ah

... 　　"

Ah 　　! 　　~~ 　　... 　　Li Ying's face was still flushed, and her voluptuous body was even trembling slightly, but she had no choice but to respond in a normal tone, "Director Zhang, hello." She was helpless, after all, there was still a huge hard object inserted in her vagina. In fact, she was ashamed to talk to someone like this when she was having sex with her husband, let alone at this moment. 　　"Sorry, my phone wasn't with me just now. Director Zhang, is there something you need?"... "Oh, is that so? But next week, I have to go to the US for Delong's business."... "How about this, I'll book a large private room at Su Zhe Hui on Huaihai Road tomorrow. You can invite Director Wang and Lao Ji."... "I'll treat you! We can also discuss our Zhongying financial statements in detail." 　　After all, this was a brand that couldn't be offended. Even after all this, they were actually talking to each other. But when he heard this, Han Yun got excited and started acting recklessly. He aimed at the woman's waist and thrust his hips hard, directly fucking her. He kept increasing the speed, thinking to himself, 　　"You slut, choosing Su Zhe Hui in Hong Kong Plaza, it's obvious you want to go to the top floor with them for a big bed after you've had your fill of food and drink?!" In fact, in his opinion, those tax bureau bureaucrats, including Director Zhang, weren't all people who thought with their lower bodies. 　　Li Ying was utterly speechless. They were still on the phone; she couldn't just brush off Director Zhang's call. Yet, an unbearable, intense pleasure from the friction kept spreading from her vagina to her uterus, then wave after wave, reaching her anus. If she hadn't pursed her lips in time, she would have cried out. No matter how hard she tried to hold back, her voice still carried a seductive quality from the act of lovemaking. With each movement, she unintentionally grasped another erect penis, her ecstasy becoming increasingly difficult to conceal. 　　"Don't worry~ okay~~~ I'll call~~~ Tony (Li Ying's secretary) tomorrow morning~~~ to send it to your office first~~~"... "~~~~~~~"... 　　No matter how much she tried to control herself, the strangeness in her tone was still noticed by the other party. "Really~ it's not inconvenient~, my husband is giving me~~ a~~ foot~ massage~!" she lied, giving Han Yun a reproachful look hoping he would stop. Little did she know that Han Yun was deliberately trying to embarrass her. 　　Han Yun was utterly shameless. After a few warm-up thrusts, he suddenly concentrated all his strength in his hips, his rhythm and force shifting like a motor. His wet, thick penis displayed its true power, repeatedly thrusting into the clitoris and pulling out... In response to the increasingly fierce thrusts, he grabbed those two fiery, plump buttocks and spread them apart, opening her anus wide. 　　Just as their hips collided with a series of loud "slaps," Li Ying, still on the phone, was brought to her knees by the intense fucking, her delicate eyebrows furrowing in ecstasy. Her overflowing lust could no longer be contained, spilling from her intoxicated expression, and she unconsciously gripped the other penis in her hand even tighter. Even with her lips pursed, she couldn't help but let out a soft moan. 　　"Hmm... Hmm... Ah..." 　　Facing the barrage of questions on the phone, she forced herself to answer, her large, snow-white breasts trembling. 　　"Nothing... Hmm..." "He... is so strong..." 　　Just then, Lao Ke felt the throbbing pain in his penis and could no longer suppress it. In fact, he had already understood the hint in Han Yun's eyes. He leaped onto the sofa, straddling Li Ying behind her. Facing forward, Han Yun leaned forward, sandwiching the woman like meat filling in a sandwich. He deliberately wanted the driver at the door to witness two men having sex with one woman. His legs were spread wide, completely exposing Li Ying's ample, white buttocks. The position was awkward, but his rock-hard penis was precisely aimed at Li Ying's fleshy anus… 　　However, when Lao Ke thrust in hard, everyone was stunned. Li Ying nearly dropped her phone. Looking at Han Yun's pained and reproachful face, Lao Ke suddenly felt a strange tingling sensation, realizing he'd inserted it in the wrong place—his penis had also entered Li Ying's vagina, almost entirely inside. 　　Li Ying collapsed. In that instant, although she felt immense fulfillment and unprecedented overwhelming joy from a woman's perspective, the first thought that flashed through her mind was: Husband, can you still forgive me? 　　Sigh... This green hat is so green... 　　Two swollen penises were squeezed into one cunt at the same time. Han Yun and Lao Ke's faces changed. Such cooperation was unprecedented. Neither of them was willing to give in. They decided to start this battle and see who could hold out until the end without ejaculating. While the other end of the phone was still talking, the two penises started to fuck each other. Neither of them wanted to hurt Li Ying. At first, they fucked very slowly, and the rhythm was easy to control. Just as one penis reached the entrance of the cunt, the other penis immediately plunged deep inside. With each insertion, the labia were stretched to the sides. With each insertion, the glans of either penis could easily rub against the most sensitive G-spot on the delicate inner wall. If they hadn't both applied medicated wine, the mushroom-shaped glans and the tender flesh behind it rubbing against each other like this would be unbearable for any man. But at this moment, the two of them were speeding up, rhythmically going in and out again and again. 　　Li Ying was so overwhelmed with pleasure that she no longer listened to Director Zhang's words. This feeling was something her husband and a dildo could never provide. Her G-spot was being repeatedly and forcefully rubbed; the rhythm, the intensity—a fierce orgasm seemed imminent. Gradually, both penises were working like clockwork, their thrusts causing her vaginal muscles to bulge outwards. While Han Yun and Lao Ke were both bulging with veins, panting heavily, and even making strained "uh...uh" sounds, Li Ying was already on the verge of tears, her eyes rolling back. If she didn't hang up, she would truly make a fool of herself. 　　"~Director Zhang~, I can't take it anymore~~~, my phone~ is dead~~~~~ I'll call you back later." 　　She didn't even wait for Director Zhang's response. She had just pressed the end call button when she couldn't help but scream, "Ah~ ah~ ah~ ah~ ah~ ah~ ah~ ah~ ah~ ah~..." She thought the call was over. The friction between the upper and lower walls of her vagina, accompanied by the pressure on her G-spot, sent waves of 　　sensation straight to her uterus. From head to toe, her vagina was filled with a tingling, trembling, surging tide of pleasure… Following that shameless rhythm, she couldn't help but repeatedly ask herself: How do they understand me so well? …How do they understand me so well? …Han Yun's extremely masculine and handsome face was right in front of her. When he suddenly and urgently kissed her, the moment their lips touched, Li Ying's expression instantly went out of control. Her eyebrows furrowed, her beautiful eyes closed tightly, and she incoherently squeezed out a string of words, 　　“Husband, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!…It's…it's…it's…it's…it's…ah!”

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How could Li Ying, who had reached such an orgasm, bear it?" With a trembling scream, the freshly dried sofa was splattered with her vaginal fluid. Even at that moment, the two men hadn't stopped. They seemed completely immersed in the process. Li Ying's ugly state only fueled their strength, making them fuck her with great pleasure... The afterglow of the previous wave hadn't even dissipated before the next wave was about to come...

The pink-cased iPhone screen on the sofa slowly dimmed at that moment.

Opening the clear car window, the night breeze seemed to carry the fresh scent of osmanthus. Still not seeing his wife in the rearview mirror, Chen Jiawei saw a couple in love embracing and kissing at the intersection not far away, a scene of warmth... A wave of emotion washed over me. I recalled Li Ying's alluring smile as she got out of the car, and I was once again immersed in the joy of being lovers. I picked up my phone again, but hesitated to dial.

The corridor on the third floor of Qian Gui KTV was still bustling with people. The door to VIP room 3A was still blocked by a man's body. The difference was that, despite the loud bass music, faint, unbearable screams of "Ah~ Ah ah~ Ah ah ah ah ah ah~ Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah..." drifted out.

Those who heard it understood; their faces turned awkward. Some even reported it to the staff, but none of the waiters dared to intervene. They had never encountered such an absurd situation in their careers. The cleaning worker had stopped for a while in front of the door as he passed by. He had been in the hallway when Li Ying entered the room and knew that she was being with more than one man. The intense, ecstatic screams made him realize that cleaning this room would be a major undertaking.

On another note, thankfully, Old Yang was extremely diligent in his duties; otherwise, the unsavory scene in the room would have undoubtedly become the most embarrassing story online, especially since it happened in a high-class club like Qian Gui. A woman wearing only a maternity bra was sandwiched between two completely naked men, her plump, white buttocks exposed to the door, two large, erect penises busily working between her shameless buttocks, repeatedly intersecting and simultaneously... The rapid thrusting and pounding made his trembling testicles echo the rhythm of Jolin Tsai's "Butterfly"...

Who could bear such a scene? Old Yang masturbated and ejaculated again. Fortunately, the two men and one woman busy having sex completely ignored his presence. He simply took out his phone and snapped several pictures in a row, feeling fortunate that his wife wasn't a woman of outstanding talent and beauty who insisted on struggling in the business world to make a living.

Li Ying didn't know what was wrong with her. She didn't care about anything else—dignity, shame, fidelity. Her legs were sticking out as the two men fucked her. When Old Ke's penis was outside due to excessive force, she actually shouted those words,

"Come in!...Come in quickly!" ..."Her words were clearly pleading, poor Cheng Jiawei.

A series of climaxes followed, and in less than three minutes, Li Ying herself lost count of how many times she had come. Married for ten years, Chen Jiawei, no matter how hard he tried, had never given her such sexual bliss.

Taking advantage of a brief rest, the two shameless hunks helped Li Ying stand up. Seeing her unsteady, they flanked her, taking turns kissing her. Li Ying felt indescribably good; shame had long since gone numb. Each of them held one of their hot, thick penises, and her pent-up desire slowly rekindled. Her breasts were pinched, her nipples and areolas were pulled, her lower abdomen was touched, her buttocks were slapped, her cunt was stroked, her anus was rubbed... Suddenly, her whole body was crawling with erotic urges again. She only... Determined to continue this sinful sexual act, they completely forgot that their husband was waiting downstairs.

Han Yun and Lao Ke drank a glass and immediately got back to work. They first attacked from both sides, one fucking her vagina while the other gave Li Ying oral sex. They switched positions and fucked her again. Then they picked Li Ying up and sandwiched her between them, attacking her cunt simultaneously. The movements were so skillful that they couldn't be done without a certain level of expertise. Fueled by alcohol and pressure, the two took turns switching positions, using every available position. In just a few minutes, they had created a pool of vaginal fluid.

Then they went back to the "sandwich" position, this time with Lao Ke on the bottom. Li Ying had a premonition that Han Yun was going to invade her anus, and she felt a chill. Lao Ke, however, seemed to understand her perfectly, looking at the woman with an ambiguous gaze, and then thrusting into her with full force. He began to pound her cunt relentlessly, and just as she was about to burst into pleasure, unable to close her anus, Han Yun had already positioned himself. Regardless of her wishes, he thrust in with a powerful, forceful stroke, his entire penis plunging into her rectum…

one in her cunt, one in her anus. Such shameful indulgence might be unthinkable for most women, but for Li Ying, as she felt the burning pain of her anus being torn open and the pleasure of her labia being rubbed together, her lower abdomen throbbing uncomfortably, she worried that she wouldn't be able to handle it when both men were fucking her at the same time.

Fortunately, as the two men's rhythm quickened, and the pain in her anus gradually numbed, indescribable pleasure surged forth. She then realized that the two large penises rubbing against each other inside her, the collision through the inner walls, was bringing her intense pleasure… Sensations surged and churned, coursing from her vagina to her anus and then surging towards her uterus. Below her navel, her lower abdomen, filled with sensations, trembled with an intense, agonizing pleasure. The tingling and numbness at her G-spot intensified, while the walls of her anus felt like a machine constantly generating electric currents of desire, surging and pounding against every nerve in her uterus. The seemingly awkward position was indescribably pleasurable.

Her hard nipples were constantly being pulled, her face contorted in ecstasy as she was gazed upon by two pairs of masculine, alluring eyes. The penises inside her vagina and anus were as hard as if they had just been wound up. Before Li Ying could even process what was happening, her juices gushed out. This was the first time she had ever experienced such an orgasm. Still convulsing, another wave surged forth. Lao Ke and Han Yun weren't about to let her off easily; a series of male roars of "Ugh! Ugh!..." and "Ah ...

...The moans of pleasure quickly merged into the woman's lightning-fast climax. Each time her expression changed drastically, she would utter incoherent, trembling lewd words, audible to passersby outside the door. Old Yang was stunned. He truly admired his boss for managing to transform a once dignified married woman into this state.

Sigh... Qian Gui Fuxing Store must be even more famous now.

The two men finally ejaculated all their semen onto Li Ying's breasts, still managing to give her a final, decisive orgasm. They had made her completely shameful, forcing her to face the door. One man lifted one of her legs, making her stand on one leg, while the other violently thrust three fingers into her vagina. Old Yang dared not look directly, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw her two full breasts, perched outside her lace nightgown, trembling. When the unrestrained moans of pleasure washed over him, he finally glanced at them: those hands were too ruthless. Below Li Ying's full, taut belly, love... The fluid gushed from her vagina, hitting the floor with a "plop...plop..."

sound each time. Seeing her expression, Old Yang couldn't help but ejaculate for the third time... The orgasm lasted for several seconds, and his wicked hand only withdrew when no more fluid could be released from her vagina.

Li Ying lay dazed on the sofa for nearly half an hour before being awakened by Jiawei's call. She told her husband she would be downstairs soon. Fortunately, Old Yang was still blocking the door, but Lao Ke was gone. Han Yun was smoking on the sofa, and the USB drive that appeared to contain photos and files was already on the coffee table.

Li Ying repeatedly wiped every inch of her skin. The toilet paper in the trash can was piled high. After getting ready, she didn't have time to clean up the scene, nor did she speak to Han Yun. She simply touched up her makeup briefly in the restroom near the private room before hurriedly leaving Qian Gui. She didn't know that her shameful cries had reached outside, but she decided never to return to that establishment.

Han Yun left after a while. When the cleaner entered the room, which reeked of a sexual odor, he was immediately startled. Considering that other clients were waiting in the room, he could only call another cleaner to help clean.

Chen Jiawei shook off the sleepiness on his face and sprayed the cleaning spray. The crisp, solid sound of high heels was getting closer, and his wife's figure appeared in the clear rearview mirror. Li Ying's back was accompanied by several accusing gazes as she walked, her hand covering her lower abdomen. Only when she sat in the passenger seat of the white BMW did her husband notice the barely concealed fatigue beneath her forced smile.

"What's wrong? Is your stomach upset?"

"Yeah, a little."

"Why is your face so red? Did you drink a lot?"

"Yeah, it's alright. Those people are such a pain. Sigh, never mind."

"Did they give you a hard time?"

"No, not at all. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting so long, honey."

"It's okay. You were just doing this for work. I was just worried about your health."

As he spoke, Jiawei leaned closer to his wife, but his seemingly ordinary kiss was rejected. How could Li Ying allow her mouth, which had just been inside another man's penis, to kiss her husband again? She awkwardly avoided the kiss, her eyes flickering uncertainly.

"Honey, I... I feel a little unwell, maybe I drank too much. Honey, should we go home first?"

Chen Jiawei was indeed a little surprised, but his love for his wife was always reflected in the smallest details, and this was no exception. He paused for a moment and then immediately said, "Should we give Linda a ride? By the way, where is she?"

"She's already home. Let's go, I'm really tired."

With the roar of the engine, the gleaming wheels slowly rolled, and the white BMW with "I love JJ" stickers on the rear drove towards Huaihai Road, disappearing from the sight of the KTV staff in the blink of an eye. After opening the car window, a refreshing breeze rushed in. Although Chen Jiawei was disappointed, his heart was warm. His usually strong wife had been as gentle as a little bird all night. He turned on some soft music again and gazed at the bustling night view. He felt very good.

Li Ying's mind was finally clear. She felt the emptiness in her vagina and the occasional burning sensation in her anus. The intimate photo of the three of them on the dashboard had already brought tears to her eyes several times. Now, sitting beside her husband, the overwhelming guilt tormented her heart like needles. On their anticipated wedding anniversary, her body had received such unforgettable and lingering satisfaction, but it wasn't from her husband, nor could he possibly provide it. Although overwhelmed by guilt, Li Ying found it difficult to calmly face the man beside her, yet she couldn't be sure she would commit such a shameful act again. Such a huge business opportunity, such an unprecedentedly stimulating sexual experience, such temptation… Finally, she made a decision. Perhaps only by letting go of Delong and completely severing ties with that man could she feel at peace.

The city center's night view was captivating. As the BMW drove onto the elevated highway towards the Yan'an Road Tunnel, the cleaning staff at Qian Gui were still diligently cleaning the VIP room where vaginal fluids had spilled.

It was late at night. Zhu Lin lay beside his sleeping wife, unable to fall asleep for a long time. The scene from the phone call earlier kept replaying in his mind. It was Han Yun calling, and the music playing was accompanied by waves of unbearable moans:

"...Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ahh ... "

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Everything remained peaceful as before. Linda continued her relationship with Amy (Li Ying), the two of them meeting up every few days at Starbucks or other trendy places for drinks and shopping at Shanghai's most fashionable plazas. However, in their private conversations, Han Yun was no longer mentioned, and the topic of "sex" was no longer discussed. Their

comfortable life made time fly by, and six months passed in the blink of an eye. As a female business tycoon and vice president of Zhongying, Li Ying remained busy both at home and outside. Her husband, Chen Jiawei, in this seemingly happy and fulfilling life, had indeed lost all suspicion of his wife. Until one day…

The exciting sequel is coming soon, please stay tuned. The Ugly Secrets of Mustard Marriage 　　Chapter

Four

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To become a "mature woman," a woman generally needs to meet the following standards:

1. The first standard of a mature woman is maturity. This means being calm and composed, having a multifaceted and complex understanding of various things, a strong character, a mature mind, and a noble temperament. The age range is roughly 16-36 years old.

2. She must possess maternal instincts. On one hand, she displays a strong, assertive nature; on the other hand, she must have a broad capacity for tolerance and maternal instincts. She can give people a sense of reliability; only those who can do this are qualified mature women.

3. She should have hobbies appropriate for her (psychological) age, such as enjoying drinking.

4. She must be knowledgeable and wise. A mature woman's composure is based on extensive knowledge. Facing difficulties, only by knowing oneself and one's enemy can one be victorious in every battle.

5. She must have sufficient self-confidence. And self-confidence is also based on a high level of understanding. It is clear that the characteristics of a mature woman are interconnected. A mature woman is confident in everything about herself: her figure, personality, intellect, judgment, skills, temperament…

6. She generally has a strong support system.

Why did Zhang Qi appear on the day the contract was signed, and why did he say those things at the dinner? Will Li Ying be able to pull back from the brink? A fascinating story awaits your reading. Thank you for your love of Mustard.

Friendly reminder: To expand on the following chapters, Mustard 3 has been rewritten. Brothers who are following Mustard, please enjoy the new Mustard 3 link: viewthrebd.php? This article is welcome 　　to be forwarded

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In the serene and beautiful Lianyang community, a Mini Cooper stopped downstairs just before noon. Chen Jiawei, carrying suitcases and a bouquet of fresh roses, exuded the air of a returning overseas Chinese. At the elevator, he encountered his neighbor. Having always gotten along well, they chatted casually. But when Chen Jiawei spoke frankly, telling his neighbor he had been out of town for the past few days and had just returned from Pudong Airport that morning, a strange look of surprise flashed in his neighbor's friendly eyes. Jiawei felt awkward and tried to ask why, but his neighbor changed the subject, deliberately as if they had some unspeakable secret.

In the blink of an eye, the elevator stopped on the familiar floor. After a polite farewell, the doors opened and closed, leaving only Chen Jiawei alone in the hallway. The neighbor slipped into the house, but Chen Jiawei didn't pay much attention. Right now, he just wanted to get home quickly, lie on the sofa for a while, and recharge his energy for a romantic dinner.

As the door opened, a faint, pleasant fragrance wafted out. He hadn't smelled the scent of home for days, and a feeling of comfort washed over him as he put down his bag. The house was clean and bright, with gentle morning light streaming through the flawless floor-

to-ceiling windows, illuminating every corner. Chen Jiawei sighed once more, thinking how wonderful it was to have a home with a woman. He went to the kitchen, made himself a strong cup of tea, and was about to return to the living room when his gaze suddenly fell on the kitchen countertop. Under the influence of his slightly obsessive-compulsive wife, Jiawei had become a very meticulous man, and now, he noticed three long-spouted wine glasses, still damp with water droplets, lying upside down on the gleaming gravel countertop…

His wife usually didn't drink alone, his son Qiqi was still young, and the housekeeper was even less likely to. But what about the glass in front of him? He rushed to the liquor cabinet and found that the unopened bottle of XO was almost half empty.

Leaning back on the cream-colored leather corner sofa, Chen Jiawei turned on the TV. He guessed that relatives or friends had been visiting these past few days, so the alcohol wasn't surprising. However, when this family man took off his sweaty shirt and stood in front of the washing machine, he froze again…

The contents of the dryer looked too familiar. His wife's silk camisole and lace-trimmed frosted back panties hung inside, their pink hue making them stand out brightly against the dryer's white interior.

A huge question mark immediately formed in Chen Jiawei's mind. His wife would never wear these clothes normally, nor did she like to. She only used them before sex to create a very passionate atmosphere, but he had been away on a business trip these past few days… He absentmindedly opened the washing machine lid and was even more speechless. A seemingly freshly spun bed sheet was curled up inside.

He clearly remembered that the sheets had been changed the day he left. According to his wife's habits, she would only clean the house once every one to two weeks. But now… the sheets, the underwear, and even the glass and the wine! He couldn't help but recall the neighbor's strange expression. Could it be that his wife's moans were very loud when she was aroused? Could it be Li Ying? Had the neighbor heard something? The unavoidable possibility was immediately apparent in his logic, and Chen Jiawei dared not think any further.

The bedroom was filled with the pungent scent of incense, so strong it seemed to be masking something. Chen Jiawei didn't care about any of that. He rushed into the bedroom, immediately pulling back the neatly made sheets, and his whole body went cold.

Every time they made love, Chen Jiawei would put a thick bath towel on the sheets to prevent the soiling from spilling down there. But now, on the milky white Simmons mattress, there were clearly visible spots that looked like they had been splashed on. One or two spots had even accumulated into puddles, and when you touched them, they were still wet...

The exquisite and warm wedding photo was hanging on the wall behind the bed, and his wife's radiant smile was so innocent. Chen Jiawei slumped onto the edge of the bed, desperately trying to convince himself, "Impossible, absolutely impossible..." But no matter how hard he tried to restrain himself, unbearable images kept flashing through his mind like scenes from a pornographic film. The moans of his wife making love with other men seemed to echo in his ears, her vaginal discharge so intensely pleasurable...

The housekeeper, Qiqi, opened the door and told Jiawei that Li Ying had arranged for him not to come home these past few days. Jiawei could no longer contain himself. Although he still believed it was all a misunderstanding, he rushed out of the house. If he didn't confront Li Ying and get to the bottom of things, he was going to go crazy.

He took a taxi to the Jin Mao International Financial Center in Lujiazui. A man who would never be so reckless had already reached the Zhongying building, only to be stopped by a beautiful receptionist and a group of well-dressed male employees.

"Sir, have you made an appointment with Ms. Li?"

"An appointment? What appointment? I'm her husband!"

"Oh, hello, this is our standard procedure. Please understand, and please don't give us any trouble. Besides, Ms. Li isn't in the company right now." The receptionist said politely, but upon learning the identity of this impudent man, she and the people around her couldn't help but look at him strangely.

"Out? Did she say where she went?"

"Sir, Ms. Li doesn't need to tell us where she's going when she's out. She's probably meeting a client. She just said she might not be back today. Perhaps you can contact her again. In any case, unauthorized personnel are not allowed in the office, and neither are we, so please cooperate."

"Is Guo Jiaming here?"

"Sorry, Mr. Guo is on a business trip."

Chen Jiawei returned to the elevator corridor. The people passing by all had such cold eyes. He was extremely anxious and couldn't wait any longer. Finally, he dialed his wife's number on his phone. The dial tone continued until it ended, but

no

one answered. Finally, on the second attempt, his wife's voice came through the phone. It was quiet.

"Honey, what's wrong? So urgent? I'm busy."

"I...I have something to ask you."

"It's really not convenient right now, I'll call back later..."

The call ended abruptly. Chen Jiawei hadn't even had a chance to ask, "Where are you?" before his next call went straight to his phone's automated message. His wife

's tone in those few words seemed unusual. Chen Jiawei panicked; he couldn't find a better solution. He remembered someone. He immediately called Linda, and the call was quickly answered.

"Jiawei, what's up?"

"Linda, to make it quick, do you know where Li Ying is? I need to talk to her urgently."

"Amy...Sister Amy is...at our company signing a contract..." Linda's answer was concise, but somewhat hesitant. This only fueled Chen Jiawei's suspicions. He clearly remembered that his wife had already relinquished control of the Delong business; why was she at their company now?

Fortunately, the Jinmao Tower and the World Global Center were only a short drive away, and Chen Jiawei arrived at the Shanghai branch of the Delong Group in just five minutes. Before the luxurious glass entrance, a huge reception desk stood, and several young but seemingly capable women were smiling at him. Chen Jiawei, however, had lost his usual composure.

"Is Li Ying from Zhongying inside? Quickly call her out. I'm her husband."

The quiet and formal atmosphere was shattered. Chen Jiawei's words startled several employees on the floor, their eyes filled with varying degrees of sarcasm, seemingly aware that a good show was about to unfold.

One of the receptionists panicked and hurriedly said in a warning tone:

"Sir, please don't speak so loudly! Our CEO is here today, so please speak slowly. It's still working hours!" However, she was also puzzled; as she spoke, she picked up the phone and whispered something into the other end, her flustered demeanor suggesting she was tipping someone off. At the same time, another receptionist was notifying the property management to have security arrive immediately.

Everything was too obvious. Chen Jiawei wasn't stupid. Ignoring the attempts of the men around him to stop him, he stormed into the Delong office lobby like a madman. Faced with countless desks and employees with varying expressions, his temper flared, as if he had become a completely different person.

Just as the security guards were about to stop him, Linda appeared. She said nothing, but subtly gave Jiawei a hint, directing his gaze directly to the end of the corridor. Two teak wood doors, painted with a clear lacquer, were tightly closed, with the English words "President's Office" neatly inlaid on the sign beside the door.

Linda's eyes held a mixture of helplessness, unease, and pity.

"Stop him!...Stop him!..." Countless shouts came from behind, but even so, Chen Jiawei, like an enraged beast, rushed towards the room and kicked the door hard...

The moment the door was kicked open, a panicked woman's cry came from inside, "Where are my pants? Where are my pants?..." Everyone outside was speechless. Faced with the vast expanse of flesh exposed in the completely open office, all eyes became awkward. The men's blood boiled, and the atmosphere outside the door instantly became suffocating.

The floor-to-ceiling glass exterior made the bright office appear exceptionally luxurious and grand. Such a formal office space, yet it ruthlessly housed a sordid and embarrassing scene, so sordid that it was unbelievable.

The dignified Vice President of Zhongying, Chen Jiawei's wife of ten years, was at the time sharing a room with three naked men. Apart from the jewelry on her snow-white and voluptuous body, she was only wearing a coffee-colored lace lingerie nightgown around her waist, with high-heeled sandals on her feet. Due to the angle and her fair skin, her two large breasts and plump buttocks, which were slightly trembling outside the clothes, were directly facing the gaze from outside the door. A tuft of pubic hair, which did not cover much, was particularly conspicuous on the lower edge of her snow-white and full abdomen.

"Ah!!!"

Li Ying couldn't help but scream, her panicked expression distorted beyond description. One hand clutched her unput-on bra, the other gripped a tissue stained with vaginal fluid, frantically trying to cover herself, but she couldn't simultaneously cover her breasts, buttocks, and lower abdomen. Even worse, her cheeks were flushed with shame… How could a dignified, confident, career-driven woman bear such an ugliness?!

Sigh, this green hat...

It was afternoon, the sun was shining brightly, but Chen Jiawei felt like he'd been struck by lightning. He was so devastated that his legs went weak. The worst part was that the huge penises of those men were still standing erect between their legs, like sharp swords stabbing into Jiawei's wounded heart. He had wanted to see what other men's penises looked like when they were erect, but this was how it had happened. If you looked closely, those bulging, fleshy rods were still wet. The impressive-looking desk still had the signed contract on it, but what had just happened here was obvious to everyone! Chen Jiawei felt like he could kill someone if he had a knife in his hand... Linda, like the female employees at the door, was blushing with shame and speechless.

Outside the door, a lean, handsome man in a silver tie jumped out, acting like a hero in a chaotic world, saying to everyone, "Alright, alright, stop looking, everyone back to your posts, what's there to see?" He seemed determined to show off his abilities at this moment. However, almost everyone had already noticed that of the three disheveled men in the office, one was the boss, Han Yun, and another, perhaps even the boss's boss, Zhang Qi, had already awkwardly avoided the scene. In the end, only a few security guards remained, standing there dumbfounded and excited, seemingly at a loss for what to do.

"This woman's appetite is too big!" someone said from outside the door. Just then, Han Yun finally came to his senses, clutching his enormous genitals, and began to curse at the security guards.

"What are you all looking at? Drag him out! You bunch of idiots, close the door right now! ...Fuck!

Who's the receptionist today?!"

These words only enraged Chen Jiawei further. He lunged at Li Ying, but his foot landed squarely on his wife's soaking wet underwear (sigh, she really went all out with the foreplay, leaving her underwear out like that). He almost slipped and fell, but managed to steady himself. Li Ying was standing next to the leather sofa. As she approached Chen Jiawei, she noticed the fresh, wet stains of vaginal fluid all over the sofa and floor, along with several wads of toilet paper stained with her vaginal fluid scattered about. (They really are a bunch of ruthless characters, making such a scene in the office; no wonder Li Ying was so embarrassed, her face still flushed). The scene at home spoke volumes. In their ten years of marriage, Chen Jiawei had never spoken ill of his wife, let alone laid a hand on her, but now…

"You slut, you whore, busy? Huh?! You're busy with this? Hmm?"

With that, a resounding slap landed hard on his wife's face. Before that, tears had already welled up in Li Ying's eyes.

"Jia...Jiawei...no, don't..."

Li Ying was jolted to the side by the slap, and Chen Jiawei, as if possessed by a beast, forcefully slammed her onto the table, forcibly prying open her hands that were covering her buttocks. Ironically, the diamond ring on her slender, white hand shone brightly in the sunlight.

"What are you still covering up for, you shameless slut? Stop covering up, let everyone see, huh?...Our son's all grown up, how come I never knew you were this kind of person!"

With a harsh remark and a gesture, he directly spread his wife's trembling, snowy buttocks, revealing her wide-open anus and half-open vulva. Her two ripe labia were swollen, and anyone who knew could tell at a glance that her anus had just been penetrated. If there had been a knife, the irrational Jiawei probably would have stabbed her. Three security guards were following behind, their crotches bulging from the sight, but duty called, and they worked together to pull this unreasonable man out of the room.

That afternoon at the Delong Shanghai branch was truly lively. No one knows who called the police, but they arrived ten minutes later. The problem was, who would stand up for the poor man out of a sense of justice? When the police arrived at the supposed scene, there was no trace of sexual activity left, and even the sex bucket was clean, without a trace of dirt.

That's how things are in a world where officials protect each other. Under the relentless accusations of Han Yun and others, Chen Jiawei was detained for a whole day on charges of seriously obstructing official duties and maintaining public order. He was only released on bail by Li Ying. For him, if only divorce could alleviate his heartache, then why did he insist on confirming it when he already knew at home?!

And why did he have to stage a scene of catching them in the act? This was so shameful that neither of them could save face! Even if he caught them, why didn't he take pictures with his phone on the spot?! And then it ended in a dismal way in the divorce court. In fact, if it weren't for Li Ying's timely intervention, he might have been crippled by Han Yun's revenge.

A month later, the two divorced. At the woman's request, the court awarded the house to the man. In the empty house, Chen Jiawei seemed lost and dejected. His son was no longer by his side. He had finally made the right decision, not revealing the real reason for the divorce to his relatives and friends. He didn't want to leave any darkness in his son's young memory. Lying alone on the sofa, Li Ying's words before the divorce still echoed in his mind, words that left him bewildered yet etched in his memory:

"Just because of this, you say I have no sense of family? Chen Jiawei, you're talking nonsense! Who created this superior standard of living? Where did our son get such an extraordinary educational environment? Just because of your meager monthly income of less than 10,000 yuan?! Just hiring a nanny costs more than 5,000 yuan. You say you're studying for an MBA, but where is your certificate?"

Even if I pass the exam, so what? ...

You only feel satisfied when we get a divorce, right? Yes, I admit I cheated on you. If that's all, you say I don't love you? You're just talking nonsense! What generation are you from? Is your education limited to that level?! Do you have to confuse love with sex? You say you love me, yes, I admit that, but what can you give me?! Can you truly provide for this family's basic needs?! Can you give me the quality of life I truly want?! You know I like men with stubble, have you changed your look?! ...

The key point is, can you give me the quality of sex I want?! Can you give me the passion I crave? When I want it most, they're all willing to do it with me at the same time, can you?! Can they even clearly remember my menstrual cycle every month, have you ever done that?! ...I, Li Ying, am not the kind of foolish woman who would sacrifice everything for a man.

...Chen Jiawei, in your opinion, love has to be selfish, right?! You insist on taking over, don't you?! Haha, how ridiculous... You insist on getting a divorce, don't you? As for Qiqi, don't even think about it. Only I have the ability to provide him with a superior environment and the ability to support his studies abroad. "Apart from this, I can compromise on everything else..." 　　Linda stood 　　at the entrance of

Shuiqing Muhua, having made up her mind several times. This time, she finally came here, seemingly having a lot to say to Chen Jiawei, yet also hesitant. What else did she know? How many unspeakable secrets did 　　she 　　have ?

The exciting sequel is coming soon, please stay tuned 　　. 　　Chapter 　　5 　　******************* ... " 　　We arrived early, we've all showered. Today's game was really enjoyable; those were all newbies, our team wiped them all out. Qiqi has improved a lot. By the way, was the flight smooth? Why did it take you so long to arrive?" 　　"Really? Hehe, congratulations! The flight arrived on time, but you know how bad the traffic is there, even worse than Shanghai. I'm already at the hotel, that's why I called you." 　　"Oh, I see. How are the hotel facilities? Is it clean?" " 　　Of course! This is a super five-star hotel. Zhongying is here for recuperation, and you're still worried? Really." 　　"Then you should rest. I know you have a banquet tonight, don't overwork yourself. I'll contact you again tonight. I'll go make something for Qiqi to eat." 　　"Okay, sweetie, I'm relieved to have you here. I'll hang up now. Oh, and don't stay up too late on the computer tonight, remember to set a good example for the child." 　　"I know, my good wife." " 　　Mmm, bye~" 　　Li Ying, wearing a semi-transparent nightgown, sat on the toilet in the synthetic bathroom, her snow-white buttocks spread wide. She hurriedly hung up the phone, and as soon as she put the phone on the sink next to her, she groaned, her face flushed with ecstasy. The camera moved over her body again, and a man's hand was tightly squeezing the large breast that was stuck outside her clothes. The areola was already granular, and the nipple was erect. Suddenly, the hand slapped the fattest part of her buttocks with a "smack," making her snow-white breasts tremble. Li Ying's face was contorted with embarrassment. 　　"Your husband talks too much nonsense. Are you done yet? Hurry up, Mr. Zhang is all naked. Do you want to have dp (one penis for vagina, one penis for anus) or dpp (both penises for vagina) first? You choose." 　　The formally dressed man stared at Li Ying with lewd eyes. His erect, drool-covered penis was sticking out naked between his open trousers. Li Ying pushed him away, her tone alluring and innocent: 　　"You men are so filthy!" " 　　Keep pretending. Wait until I make you go through wave after wave of orgasms, then let's see if you're still pretending!" With that, the man left the bathroom with a wicked grin. 　　All of this seemed to unfold before Jiawei's eyes. He frantically dialed his wife's number again, only to be met with a voicemail notification: "No, Li Ying, no!" ..." 　　Chen Jiawei quickly realized it was just a dream. He lay numbly on the sofa, feeling his heartbeat, his palms sweating profusely, slowly returning to reality. 　　They were already divorced, but subconsciously everything remained in the past. Everything that had happened in the past month felt like a dream. Looking at the sweet photos of the two of them on the coffee table, he found it hard to accept the reality before him, but it was reality, and there was no going back. 　　He didn't want to open his eyes; beautiful memories with Li Ying flashed through his mind. Did he regret it? 　　But how could he forget what happened in the president's office at Delong that day? That humiliating, flesh-colored scene was truly chilling. 　　The doorbell rang at that moment. Chen Jiawei suddenly snapped back to reality. Could it be Qiqi returning? He rushed to the door, hoping to find a last glimmer of hope. However, the person outside disappointed him, and surprised him somewhat. 　　"Jiawei, so you're home." Linda 　　stood at the door, her expression seemingly cheerful, yet tinged with unspoken conflict. Perhaps because it wasn't a workday, she wore a light-colored V-neck dress, a cleavage peeking out from her snow-white breasts. Although her ample bosom couldn't compare to Li Ying's, it was still quite alluring. 　　"It's you, Linda. What brings you here? Come in first, I'm sorry, the house is a bit messy." 　　Chen Jiawei was stunned for a moment, then quickly welcomed her into the house, gave her slippers to change into, closed the door, and was about to go to the kitchen to pour tea when Linda's slender hand grabbed him tightly. " 　　Brother Jiawei, I, I..." 　　Linda looked at Chen Jiawei with a pained expression, as if she had a thousand unspoken words to say. As her words trembled, her eyes welled up with tears. Staring at the man's listless and inexplicable face, she hugged him tightly. 　　Chen Jiawei suddenly felt lost, awkwardly trying to push the woman away, but he couldn't muster any strength. As a man who hadn't been with a woman for dozens of days, he couldn't control the changes in his body and was overcome with uncontrollable impulse. 　　"No, no, Linda, don't do this, let's talk slowly, come, let's go inside and talk." “ 　　Jiawei, I, I, actually I…” 　　Linda, her body pressed against Jiawei's, could feel his heartbeat. She even changed her address, standing on tiptoe and kissing him directly on the lips. Even though Chen Jiawei was unwilling, how could he resist such initiative? The two kissed absurdly. 　　The quiet living room instantly became warm, until they moved to the sofa, their delicate high heels still on Linda's feet. But just as her palm touched Jiawei's slightly protruding crotch, she was abruptly pushed away. 　　“No, no, Linda, we can't do this.” As he said this, Jiawei's flickering gaze lingered on his wedding photo with his wife on the coffee table. 　　“What’s wrong, Jiawei? Why can't we do it now?! From the first time I saw you… I don't want to deceive myself anymore, and I don't want to deceive you.” 　　“You know, she and I only…”

“So what? Aren’t you single now? Besides, besides…” Linda seemed to know exactly what Chen Jiawei was trying to say, interrupting him directly, then stopping halfway through her sentence.

“Besides, it was Sister Amy who wronged you first, why would you… Don’t you have any feelings for me at all? Tell me the truth.”

“But, you know, we’ve only… only, and besides, it was me who brought it up… How could I… Linda, you’re a good girl.” Chen Jiawei spoke haltingly, the word “divorce” always eluding him. However, his wavering only strengthened Linda’s resolve.

“Jiawei, I came here today to tell you… to tell you, actually, I… I’m sorry to you?” Looking at the bewildered man in front of her, who was still breathing rapidly, she continued,

“Actually, I’ve known about Sister Amy for a long time. I’ve always wanted to tell you, believe me, I’ve struggled so much, but every time I came to your house and saw you two so loving…”

Hearing this, Chen Jiawei suddenly felt his wounds being touched. He really didn’t want to hear anything more shameful about Li Ying, but a strong curiosity arose spontaneously.

“How did you know?!”

“It all started half a year ago, Jiawei. Do you remember one night when Sister Amy went to Qian Gui for a date? You were the one who took her there?”

Jiawei suddenly felt like he’d been struck by lightning. His memory was usually pretty good, and the scene was vivid in his mind. He clearly remembered waiting for his wife downstairs for more than an hour that night, without feeling anything was wrong at all. After Linda said this, he was speechless. He had actually been cuckolded for half a year. He tried to remain calm, wanting to hear the whole story.

"Okay, go ahead."

"When Sister Amy came back that day, didn't you notice anything unusual about her?"

"...No, no, she was just quite tired from drinking, took a shower, and went to sleep."

"Tired from drinking? Heh...you were quite careless," Linda laughed sarcastically, a sarcasm that made Jiawei feel embarrassed. He seemed to remember something; his wife never liked washing her underwear before bed, but that night was an exception, and she washed it for a long time.

"Jiawei, actually, I don't know what Han Yun used to blackmail Sister Amy that day, but I was there, there were many people there. I think you know Han Yun's power. Everyone left, even President Zhu left, so of course I couldn't stay to help her..."

"Blackmailed? Was she blackmailed by Han Yun?!..." Chen Jiawei couldn't stay silent any longer, interrupting Linda, his fists clenched tightly.

"Yes, don't be impulsive. Listen to me. Actually, that lewd man had been eyeing Sister Amy for a long time, but he hadn't succeeded. So at the time, I always thought that no matter what trump card he used, Sister Amy wouldn't give in. But afterwards I found out..."

"What do you know? How did you know?!"

"Jiawei, listen to me. At the dinner party, Han Yun was telling General Manager Guo from Zhongying how incredibly passionate and exciting his night with Sister Amy was, how loud it was. I was listening and thought he was just exaggerating and making things up. But... a good friend of mine works as a supervisor at the Qian Gui Fuxing branch, and that day he was on duty. He knows Han Yun is my boss, and he called me that night. He said that ever since he received the order not to interfere in that private room, it's been incredibly 'lively' inside. Although you can't see anything, the noise is so loud that anyone who hears it understands. The woman is almost constantly having orgasms, and it seems like another man went in and joined in. My friend doesn't know Sister Amy, but based on her description, that woman is... she is Sister Amy..."

Seeing that Chen Jiawei's fists were still clenched tightly and even trembling, Linda continued.

“Actually, I kept warning Amy that that guy was a ruthless character, but she didn’t take it seriously, saying she didn’t care who it was, Han Yun or anyone else. But if she could control herself then, how could things have turned out like that, especially in a place like KTV… My classmate said the cleaners had to put in a lot of effort to clean that room. The sofa, the floor, it was all…it was…woman’s fluid. Sigh, it’s unbelievable, she was already having such an orgasm.”

As an upper-class woman, Linda couldn’t bring herself to say the words “vagina fluid,” but she blushed as she spoke. Hearing this description, Chen Jiawei, sitting next to her, was so angry he was panting, his lips trembling as he muttered,

“Bitch!…No wonder she wouldn’t do it that night…”

Linda’s eyes flickered with sympathy, but she got more and more excited as she spoke, and she moved closer to Jiawei, sitting very close. On the sofa, their bodies were pressed together.

"Everyone in the industry knows that once Han Yun gets what he wants, he'll go even further. Those married women he hooks up with will go to hotels at least two or three times a week. He's utterly despicable. This bastard's fetishes are truly filthy; he just loves to sleep with married women and even invites powerful men to join in… to have group sex. So, after that night, I really wanted to tell you the truth, but… but then something strange happened. Even though Han Yun still diligently sent her a bouquet of roses every day, Sister Amy never gave him another chance. To escape him, she even gave up on Delong. I was conflicted at the time, but Sister Amy had changed her ways. Every time I had afternoon tea or went shopping with her, I could feel that she still loved this family. So, I could only convince myself to let go."

"Then… then how could it… turn out like this again?" Chen Jiawei wanted to hear more. Linda's hand slowly moved to his knee. Seeing that he didn't avoid it, she paused, then continued. And now, the real drama was about to begin.

"Jiawei, when we caught them cheating, among the three men, do you know who the one with the thinning hair is?"

"...Of course I know! Isn't that slut your group's big boss? I actually had a pretty good impression of him before. I must have been blind! Has he lost his mind? To sleep with that bitch (Li Ying), he actually awarded all the country's business to Zhongying? Are there no women left in the world?" "

It seems you only know one side of the story. Actually, you should have seen him a long time ago. Perhaps he's changed so much that you didn't recognize him."

Seeing Chen Jiawei's bewildered expression, Linda leaned closer to him again, her hand sliding from his knee to his leg, clearly about to cross the line. "Well, let's start from there. Three months ago, didn't you and Sister Amy have a cold war for several days because of Qiqi?"

"Yes, she did. Did she tell you?"

"Yes, during those days, she was unhappy about that. She said that during the turmoil, you two didn't have sex for two whole weeks, and she was very disappointed in you..."

At this moment, Chen Jiawei's pale face showed even more confusion: "Just because of that...?... She wouldn't have done that just because of that...?"

"It's not that, but someone took advantage of the situation. I still remember everything that day vividly. Sister Amy accompanied President Guo to attend Delong's press conference for nationwide investment promotion. That evening, she couldn't refuse their hospitality and attended their banquet at the Hong Kong Plaza super-star hotel. Almost all the business people came to show their support, so it was very formal. The company even booked a presidential suite with a living room on the top floor for guests to have a small gathering after dinner. At that time, Sister Amy was a little drunk and chatting with those management personnel in that living room, while I was downstairs helping to arrange the banquet." As we were wrapping things up, and seeing the guests off, I overheard some people coming down from upstairs saying things like, "I couldn't stand being in that living room anymore. Even with the bedroom door closed, the woman's screams were unbearable..." At first, I didn't think much of what they meant, but when I went back to the suite to get my bag..."

Linda described it very carefully, telling Chen Jiawei every detail. At this point, she paused, looking excited, her face slightly flushed, as if she sensed that Chen Jiawei had already guessed what would happen next.

"When I returned to the apartment, the living room was empty, but! The bedroom door was wide open, and Amy, Sister Amy, was inside! She was completely naked! Her bra was only covering her abdomen; her breasts and buttocks were completely exposed. The problem was, there were two naked men standing next to the damp, white bed! Han Yun was holding a pair of pants, trying to step inside, while Zhang Qi was holding Sister Amy's lower back, clearly having just been kissing her! There were wads of toilet paper all over the floor—how shameless! Knowing that there were so many people outside the door..." "So many people, and they were all such high-ranking individuals... Jiawei, you know, I was terrified at that moment, I almost cried. I couldn't bear the look in those two men's eyes. I was even worried I'd be fired on the spot. It's one thing to keep these things unspoken, but to witness it firsthand is just... so incredibly embarrassing!"

Listening to Linda's scathing and vivid account, Chen Jiawei remained remarkably calm. He lit a cigarette, his gaze fixed steadily on Linda's face.

"Hmph, where else in the upper class is there corruption if not?! They're all sluts! But the question is, how did this bitch... and what about Zhang Qi? What are you trying to tell me? What do you mean by only knowing one side of the story?"

"Jiawei, you need to calm down after you hear this."

"We're already divorced, what's there to be calm about? Just say it."

"Actually, Amy had already sobered up. That night, we went to a bar and talked for a long time. Since things had already gone that far, she was quite frank. At first, she was unconsciously having her clothes removed by the two men. But as the pleasure from the two penises rubbing inside her intensified, she became fully awake. She wanted to resist, but she couldn't resist the overwhelming lust that had been aroused. Zhang Qi's penis was inside her vagina, and he was extremely vigorous, working in tandem with Han Yun's penis inside her anus, bringing Amy to orgasm almost continuously. As they were doing it, he told Amy that he was actually her senior from university, and that he had secretly loved her for five years. When they met again at the mall, he had given Amy hints several times, but to no avail." And so, out of desperation, they brought in Han Yun as the vanguard to expand their business. He told Amy that he only wanted to maintain a long-term sexual relationship with her while doing business with her, nothing more, and it wouldn't affect their families...

As the truth was revealed, Jiawei collapsed. He couldn't hide his breakdown in front of Linda at that moment. He leaned back on the sofa, trying his best to control his excitement. He finally remembered something. It turned out that the beast surnamed Zhang had actually attended his and Li Ying's wedding banquet ten years ago. Back then, his hair was still thick, and he only vaguely remembered greeting her... He actually attended the wedding with that kind of mindset! Chen Jiawei was speechless for a long time before he excitedly said,

"I, I don't care what that Zhang wants to do, Linda, I just want to know, how could Li Ying still be with them... how could she become like that after sleeping with them once? You know, she shouldn't have been that kind of woman!

Did she tell you? Huh?!" "

Linda thought that after revealing this ugly truth, the man in front of her would be completely disillusioned with Li Ying, but that wasn't the case. Seeing Chen Jiawei's anxious questioning, she finally lost her temper, as if she had suddenly become a different person.

'She treated you like this, why do you still care about those things? You were the one who proposed the divorce, but I don't think you can accept this reality at all! Is it worth it for you to be with a woman like this? Do you know what she's thinking right now?! Okay, I'll tell you now. That night she told me herself that she would never again give up the lifestyle that was rightfully hers for you... Do you understand what she means? Huh? I think you understood long ago, didn't you?!'

Linda became more and more agitated, pulling out a stack of photos from her bag.

'These, these are all backups I secretly made from Han Yun's computer. Look! Look! ...A woman like this, and you still can't let her go? Divorce is just you deceiving yourself, isn't it?! ...Don't you want to win back custody of your son?'" Look at these photos, are they considered solid evidence? "

One after another, filthy and scandalous photos flashed before Jiawei's eyes, showing Li Ying and Zhang Qi having sex with those men in different locations and from different angles.

" I really admire Han Yun, he actually took pictures of them all! Let's look at this one first. "Linda casually pulled out a picture. The background was a very high-end hotel bedroom. The teak bedside table was inlaid with gold trim. On a large, soft bed with beige sheets, Li Ying was sandwiched between two men, her back to the camera. Her large, white buttocks were facing the camera, and two hard, veiny penises were inserted into her vagina at the same time. Only the back of the man on top could be seen. Although it was a static picture, you could completely feel the intensity of the fucking. There was a clear stain on the carpet by the bed, probably from when Li Ying orgasmed during foreplay.

"Look, the man in this picture is Zhang Qi. These days, whenever he comes to Shanghai, he always finds a super-luxury hotel room and invites your wife over. Sometimes he also invites a few other men. This room should be in the hotel above our company... Have you noticed your wife has been busier lately? Look at what she's been busy with

... And look at this one... Look how lewd this bitch is!" "

Linda even changed how she addressed Li Ying. The photo in her hand clearly showed the faces of the three men, but due to the angle of the two men above and below, their full faces weren't visible. Yet, one could easily imagine how fiercely they had been having sex; the veins in their necks were bulging. Li Ying's tearful face was sandwiched in the middle, facing the camera, her features distorted with lewdness. Her delicate eyebrows were furrowed, her beautiful eyes were tightly closed, her mouth was wide open, and a blush of intoxication was clearly imprinted on her cheeks. She was so overwhelmed by orgasm that she had lost all sense of direction. If that expression were shown to a jury or judge, and it happened to be a man, who could resist it?

" And this one too, haha, they did it in the meeting room. Zhang Qi probably just arrived in Shanghai. Look, they just finished a meeting, and this woman is already like that! "...Linda said, switching to a different photo. The picture showed a man and a woman kissing passionately. A large corner of a conference table was visible on the side of the frame, with several open documents on it. Next to it lay a pair of pale purple lace-trimmed panties, and a thin, damp sanitary pad was visible in the crotch (this man's foreplay was quite intense). The camera was shooting from the side. Li Ying's long, shiny hair was piled up, and a gray, open-necked blazer hugged her voluptuous body, her waist cinched high. Her voluptuous lower body was completely naked, revealing large expanses of flesh. Because of her high heels, her snow-white buttocks appeared very pert. Her protruding lower abdomen was being pressed against by a penis so erect it was practically sticking out of the glans. A tuft of pubic hair adorned the lower edge. The two were kissing passionately, like dry wood meeting a raging fire. The man's face was obscured, but his hairstyle was Zhang Qi's unique. His penis was dry, the glans swollen and purple. Clearly, a fiery kiss was taking place." Sex was in full swing.

Sure enough, the next picture was taken later, also in that conference room. They were having sex. Li Ying was still wearing her little suit jacket, her two large breasts fully exposed, pressed down by her bra, spreading out to the sides. Her two large, glistening areolas contrasted sharply with the surrounding snow-white skin, making them particularly eye-catching. Li Ying was standing on the floor, holding onto the table, while Zhang Qi stood behind her protruding, plump buttocks. His penis was probably inside Li Ying's vagina, or maybe in her anus. Li Ying had a slightly awkward, numb expression, because she was holding her phone and talking to someone. The shutter clicked at a very opportune time. If you look closely, another penis is sticking out at the edge of the picture, wet and glistening, obviously just pulled out of her vagina.

Linda laughed sarcastically, "Heh, your wife is speechless. Having sex without interfering with business. Maybe she's talking to you on the phone? She told me that no matter what she's doing, she won't miss your call." ...Come on, look at this one, this one's even more intense.

The next picture, if placed in front of Jiawei a month ago, would probably have made him faint. The background was so familiar: a huge wedding photo of Li Ying and himself hung on the wall behind the cream-colored leather headboard, their happy smiles enviable. Now, with her long, wavy brown hair cascading over her shoulders, Li Ying stood on the edge of the bed, supported by two men on either side of her. Her face, flushed with menace, wore delicate makeup. The man grabbing her left breast and lifting one of her legs was a foreigner. Zhang Qi was grabbing Li Ying's right breast on the other side… Li Ying stood with her legs spread wide on one leg. On the floor, her snow-white, full lower abdomen was taut. A third man was kneeling in front of her, three fingers inserted into her vagina. Judging from the bulging muscles on his arms, he was fucking her very hard. In the still moment, it was clear that streams of vaginal fluid were spurting from her vagina. No wonder her expression was so disgusting. Drips and splatters were on the floor, and the sheets next to her were also splattered. Alas, it was in her own bedroom... What was even more shameful was that, with such a fierce orgasm, the man was still holding a tiny penis under Li Ying's vagina, and it was even a picture of her husband.

"Slut! You're a slut!" Chen Jiawei finally couldn't help but curse. At that moment, Li Ying's hysterical screams of pleasure seemed to be right next to his ears. When he noticed that the bedroom window in the photo was half open, he finally understood the neighbor's reaction that day. Linda spoke again.

"She used to ask me out for coffee and shopping, but now?! She only has time to see me during her period, and it's almost daily. Once, after getting drunk at a bar, she told me that on her best day, she slept with Han Yun three times—once in the office, once in the meeting room, and once at a hotel before leaving get off work, with another man along. You're so oblivious, after all this time, you didn't notice anything? And now you're even bringing it home… Those men are really shameless, and this foreigner is even Chinese..." "Ying just brought in a new client, sigh, no wonder this prostitute's business is getting bigger and bigger..."

Li Ying's lifelike lewd poses came into view one by one. Listening to Linda's description, Chen Jiawei basically understood the woman's intention. His indignation gradually subsided. On the contrary, looking at those flesh-colored photos, he actually felt his blood swell up and his crotch bulged. Just then, he felt a strange hand gently touching his crotch until his zipper was pulled open. He suddenly felt a chill and his hot, hard penis was grasped and directly pried out of his pants hole. Intoxication was revealed on his cheeks.

"Sigh, no wonder she couldn't satisfy Amy, it's so short, but I like it!" Linda said, throwing herself into Jiawei's arms. "Forget about her, cherish what you have now."

Chen Jiawei didn't refuse again, kissing the proactive woman for a while before pulling her into the bedroom...

When he woke up, he was lying alone in bed, Linda was nowhere to be seen. Back in the living room, the photos were still scattered messily on the coffee table. Chen Jiawei smoked, his mind blank. Suddenly, he remembered that Linda seemed to have mentioned something during their intimate moment, and she had been very detailed.

"Zhang Qi is coming back to Shanghai tomorrow, and Han Yun's room is already booked. He always uses my credit card to pay for rooms..."

Chen Jiawei suddenly perked up, no longer as lost and dejected as before. He thought to himself: You are heartless, don't blame me for being unjust. After picking up his phone, he found a close friend who worked as a journalist and decisively dialed the number. The call was quickly answered.

"Dude, there's a sex scandal involving a Fortune 500 executive. I have some photos here that I think will interest you. If you want to expose it live, just wait for my call tomorrow for the time and specific hotel room. As for who to bring, you can decide..."

By now, you're probably already incredibly aroused, right? Thank you again for your enthusiasm for this article!

Frankly speaking, I wrote this piece with my own feelings in mind. Although the story itself was indeed inspired by a close friend's personal experience, with a different title and some embellishments added to the plot, the realism of the details in the sex scenes is something I can attest to through my long-term life experience. Therefore, in between, I would like to share some insights about sex with you, as follows:

First, the phenomenon of squirting is absolutely real. What is considered fake is the sex in those European and American porn films about female orgasms, where the women mostly squirt urine. They drink a lot of carbonated drinks before the film, and the squirting is entirely self-inflicted. The liquid is also very clear, coming out all at once like water from a faucet. But real squirting is not a single ejaculation. It is caused by the rapid stimulation of the G-spot at a certain frequency during orgasm, squeezing it out repeatedly. The force must be both precise and forceful. The woman cannot control the squirting, unlike men who can hold back their ejaculation. If done well, the orgasm can last for several seconds. Once the ejaculation subsides, there's no more fluid. The amount ejaculated varies from person to person; some women can spray the bed very wet, and the fluid is cloudy white and has a fishy smell after drying. Penis alone is difficult to achieve, so squirting requires the hand. Japanese actresses admit that filming squirting scenes is a very enjoyable process, especially with experienced male actors. Actually, to be honest, my wife didn't try it at first; she thought it was perverted and unhygienic. But after I constantly studied her optimal spots and tried to imitate the methods in the films, she's now addicted. Except for her period, she needs me to give her a blowjob almost every night, otherwise she can't sleep well. That's why I never grow my nails long. Luckily, I've honed my skills to perfection now; she works for a German company, otherwise I'd have a lot of worries, haha, you know what I mean.

Secondly, among the various sex positions, the most comfortable for women is actually the cowgirl position. However, the woman must lie flat and embrace the man, and during penetration, her buttocks should ideally be slightly raised so that both of their hips collide fully for the best effect. This requires a lot of abdominal muscle strength from the man, so honestly, I don't really like it. Initially, my wife thought that me standing behind her and holding her buttocks was the most comfortable because it allowed for deep penetration. But once she experienced the cowgirl position, she never wanted to change it and insisted on doing it in that one position every time, which has made my abdominal muscles quite strong now. Also, during penetration, the man shouldn't be afraid of getting dirty. It's best to use your fingers to press against the woman's anus, without inserting them, just pressing on the anal opening. My wife's personal experience is that vaginal pleasure is mainly emitted through the anus. Once the anus is pressed against and the buttocks are spread apart, the orgasm will definitely be faster. However, if the woman's buttocks are exposed like this, remember to lock the door! Don't laugh, but that afternoon, my cousin happened to be at my house. I thought he was asleep, or maybe I was just confused, but I clearly remember the bedroom door being locked from the inside. My wife and I were having sex, and she was in a position with her buttocks facing the door. Coincidentally, just as she was about to climax, my cousin came in. He was there to get a portable hard drive. Damn it, a woman's climax can't be stopped in time. I still feel embarrassed thinking about it now. Although he wasn't an adult, that guy was still a teenager. My sister-in-law's anus and vagina were completely exposed like that. Even now, my wife still feels very awkward when she sees him.

Third, having two objects inside the vagina simultaneously, regardless of thickness, with alternating thrusting, is incredibly effective and will make the woman feel even better. Multiple orgasms are not a dream. My colleague tried it; he was joking. Once, when he hired a prostitute, he brought a dildo. He said that when he only used one, the woman seemed unresponsive. But when the dildo went in, she orgasmed after only a few thrusts. I wanted to have her come a few more times, but I couldn't handle it and ejaculated quickly. He asked the prostitute how it felt, and she said it was hard to describe, but the friction between the two objects was incredibly pleasurable. It didn't have to be deep; once the rhythm was right, it was incredibly comfortable. Later, he became a regular customer and they stayed in touch like friends. He also said that if the other object was in her anus, she wasn't satisfied and only tried it once before quitting. However, some Western actresses have shared their experiences, saying that simultaneous penetration of the vagina and anus is the easiest way to achieve orgasm, but it's recommended to use anal lubricant beforehand. ...Regarding this, I think it's best to just be aware of it and not try it yourself, especially if your girlfriend or wife is a beautiful woman. In this society rife with lust and debauchery, wolves lurk everywhere. It's one thing for a woman to be satisfied with a dildo, but if she encounters a greedy man with many men in her social circle, once she becomes addicted, those men will have even more opportunities to take advantage of her. Otherwise, why are there so many cases of one woman having multiple partners in China these days, and most of the women involved are married women? Just ask any friend in the hotel industry, and you'll know.

Okay, that's all for the topic of "sex." I hope this helps improve the quality of your sex lives. Next, I'd like to share a personal opinion: never try to surprise your girlfriend or wife with the mindset of a "good man." Sometimes it's better not to know; ignorance is bliss. It's important to maintain privacy in your relationship. Otherwise, you might end up "surprised" yourself instead of her…

Like my dear friend who inspired this post. He spent a lot of money to have his wife and child immigrate to Canada so they could get permanent residency. That day, wanting to surprise his wife, he impulsively flew there. When he arrived at their home, his child was playing with other children in the yard, telling his father that Mommy and the uncles were inside having some business. But when he opened the bedroom door, what business? They were busy in bed… He couldn't even bring himself to tell me about the scene. It was truly pitiful; he couldn't possibly fight those three men. ...Because they discovered his wife had fair skin, excellent temperament, large breasts and a big butt, and a very hot figure, the magazine staff approached her under the pretext of creating a special issue for Eastern women. During the lingerie photoshoot, you know how it is—things got out of hand. With her husband frequently away, and those men being exceptionally handsome and skilled in bed, how many women in their thirties could resist? This sordid relationship had been going on for a whole year... Instead of surprising her, and maintaining a loving marriage, wasn't this just asking for trouble?

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