【Fallen】(01) Author: fl7898256

Author: fl7898256
Word Count: 11023

If you love him, bring him
to new York for her.

If you have him, bring him to new York for her
.

My name is Yi, and I've been in America for many years. I vaguely remember the
excitement
. Back then, I was just a simple student, here only to study. Years later, the bitterness of beer is stimulating my taste buds, and I can almost understand the meaning of that famous line from "A Native of Beijing in New York": Heaven and
hell are separated by a fine line, a single thought. One choice creates a different world. Some past events, if bottled up for too long
, become inner demons. I still yearn for my future and will never let these inner demons destroy me,
so I'd rather release them through writing, killing and crushing them.

I first met Jing on Chinese New Year's Eve of my second year of graduate school in the US. My school was located in the American Midwest,
a typical rural area, lacking the glitz and glamour of big cities but possessing a quiet rural atmosphere. In other words, it was quite
boring . The annual Chinese New Year's Eve party became one of the few forms of entertainment. A
friend introduced me to a girl I had never met before, Jing, who would later become my wife. She wasn't particularly
beautiful, but her features were delicate and pleasing to the eye. Her eyebrows resembled those of the Taiwanese singer A-Lin, and she was especially beautiful
when , serene and composed. She was 1.67 meters tall, with a curvaceous figure, and her every move exuded
good upbringing. I was captivated by her smile. We lived close by and were both from northern China,
so we naturally found common ground, and then we fell in love. Jing was very conservative; she was still a virgin
when , which was almost
unimaginable in this day and age, especially for a beautiful girl from a big city. Jing had a few short-lived relationships before, but they all ended without a trace. She said perhaps her
assertiveness scared them away, after all, she had been a student council member until her undergraduate years, and she had never shown this assertiveness
to me. In my presence, Jing was always soft-spoken and gentle, and I felt like I had found a treasure.

A year and a half after we met, we got our parents' permission to return to China and get married, and then went back to the United States to
continue our studies. After graduating with my master's degree, I chose to pursue a PhD in agronomy, while Jing changed her major to pursue a double master's degree in statistics.
Jing's conservatism was evident in our sex life; even after many years of marriage, she was still ashamed to undress
in
front of me, and even more ashamed to show her 34C breasts in bright light. However, at my request, she would obediently cooperate with my favorite sexual positions and preferences. Sometimes I would use positions I learned from adult films on her, and she would just blush
and say "you pervert," and then cooperate with me. I'm a stocking fetishist, and she knew it. But I don't know when it started,
wearing stockings during sex became a reward for me. However, unless absolutely necessary, she refused to wear stockings in
public , saying it was uncomfortable, while I felt more embarrassed. Jing's legs were beautiful, especially her calves, smooth
and flawless, like a section of white lotus root. Combined with her plump, delicate feet, they often captivated me, and with stockings, they were
simply breathtaking. So life was peaceful and uneventful, filled with warmth and joy, until Jing graduated.

After graduation, Jing found an internship in D city, not far from ours,
analyzing data for a medium-sized feed company. It's not easy for foreigners to find jobs in the US, and I even helped
Jing during her job search. Because the company had a collaboration with my doctoral supervisor, and with Jing's dual background in agricultural science and statistics, she finally got
a job offer. From initial anxiety to gradual mastery, Jing began
to demonstrate her professionalism and adaptability; I could clearly feel her confidence. Since
starting a month ago, Jing has always looked tired when she gets home, and she starts complaining of being sleepy around 9 PM,
usually going to bed before 10 PM. This is tough on me; I'm a typical STEM guy and a night owl, not sleepy until after
midnight . We used to have sex three or four times a week on average, but now it's only once a week on Saturdays,
forcing me to often deal with the urges that come around 11 PM. I'm a little dissatisfied, but I've
never told Jing. I know we're both working hard for this family,
working hard to establish ourselves in this unfamiliar place. Jing is working very hard, and I can't let her be upset because of my own unsatisfied desires. However,
what gave me a new understanding of Jing, this family, and myself.

It all started that Friday during my third year of PhD studies, when Jing had already been working for two months. I
tried to get home by 6 PM every day. But in my third year of PhD, with graduation exams approaching and
experiments , I sometimes worked very late, like this Friday,
preparing materials for a new round of experiments. At 6:30, I received a text from Jing saying that her boss, Spencer, would be coming over for dinner
at 7:00 and asked if I was free to come home early. I estimated my experiment would take until
8:00, so I replied that they should eat first and not wait for me, just leave me some leftovers. Jing replied sweetly,
"Thank you, honey :), we'll eat first. The boss probably won't be able to leave then; he wants to chat with you."
I smiled at the text and continued my experiment. Work progressed faster than I expected;
I had everything ready before 7:20. I hurriedly packed and ran home,
hoping to get closer to Spencer and see if I could work for his company in the future. Being with Jing would be
the most convenient. I arrived home in ten minutes. I live in a one-bedroom student apartment with the door directly
facing the kitchen. I unlocked the door and saw Jing cooking, with Spencer standing behind her.
Spencer was a tall, white American, probably over 1.9 meters tall, half a head taller than me. His broad
shoulders gave him a rather imposing presence, but he was undeniably very nice. The moment the door opened, I
vaguely thought I saw Spencer pull his hand away from Jing, but because of the doorway, I couldn't see where it
came from. Spencer was very happy to see me enter. "Hello, Yi! Long time no see!" he said,
giving me a big hug. "Hello, welcome to my home," I replied politely, shaking his hand.

His fingers felt sticky, like something was stuck to my hand, and I subconsciously rubbed my fingers together. Spencer
seemed to notice my confusion and explained, "Sorry, sorry, I forgot I just caught some fish. I was just helping Jing with them."
"You ordered the fish for dinner, right, Jing?" I said, turning to look at Jing.

"Yes, Spencer helped a lot," Jing said, turning her head slightly to the side. Her face was a little red, probably
from the stove, I thought to myself. But for some reason, Jing's posture was a little awkward. Her snow-white legs were tense
, her right leg slightly tilted as if she was squeezing something between her legs, and her voice trembled slightly. "
You came back early today," she said.

"We have guests at home, how can I let you do everything alone?" I said, and then I wanted to go over and hug her from behind . Just as I was about to go over, I heard Jing say, "Go wash your hands and change your clothes first, dinner is about to be served." I thought that made sense, so I said goodbye
to Spencer and went to the bedroom to change. The soundproofing in the student apartment wasn't very good. I heard Jing say something, and then Spencer laughed and said, "It's okay, it will be delicious." I changed my clothes and came out of the bedroom. I asked them what they were talking about. Spencer explained, "Jing said the hot dogs were a little burnt, and I said don't worry, they will still be delicious." As we were talking , Jing came over with a tray of hot dogs. She looked at Spencer with a strange, almost angry, gaze. Then she brought over steamed fish and rice. Jing's gait was still odd; her buttocks were sticking out, and her upper body leaned . "Does your back hurt?" I asked Jing with concern, a common problem for office workers. "A little," Jing replied, her pretty face slightly flushed . I stood up and took the food from Jing's hands. Jing then sat down at the table, letting out a soft hum as she did so. At that moment, it reminded me of the sound I made when I licked her earlobe during sex. "I'll give you a massage after you finish eating," I said with concern. "Okay, ah..." Jing answered, her head down, her voice slightly hoarse, probably from exhaustion. Spencer, standing nearby, interjected, "Jing works very hard; she's already our best employee, haha." He then helped distribute the food to our plates and took the first bite of a hot dog, saying, "Sorry, I was starving, and the food is really delicious," before glancing at Jing. Jing looked down at her plate and didn't reply. "Yi, we're out of napkins. Could you go to the bedroom and get me a box?" Jing suddenly looked up at me. I glanced at the table and saw that the napkin box was indeed empty, so I gave an "OK" sign and went to the inner room. While I was looking for napkins, I vaguely heard them talking. Jing sounded unhappy. I took the napkins and went out of the bedroom, just in time to hear Jing exclaim in surprise. When I got to the living room, I found Spencer bent over behind the table. Because of the tablecloth, I couldn't see what he was doing. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Nothing," Spencer straightened up, shook the hot dog in his hand, " The hot dog fell on the floor." He then immediately took a bite of the hot dog he had just picked up and said, "I won't waste it. It's very delicious and juicy. Jing's cooking is really good." He looked at Jing after saying that. Jing only glanced at him, her face flushed , almost as if she was being coquettish. She just said lightly, "Let's start eating." The rest of the dinner was just chatting about everyday things. Spencer was a warm and talkative man; there was never a dull moment with him around. We ate and chatted until nine o'clock, then said goodnight to each other and ended dinner. After helping Jing clear the table, I hugged her from behind as she washed the dishes, kissing her neck and behind her ear—her erogenous zones. She moaned and took a breath, looking very comfortable, then turned and kissed me. Our tongues intertwined, and I gently sucked on Jing's fragrant tongue, while my hands became restless, reaching around to her chest, pulling up her bra, and gently teasing her nipples. Jing's breathing became more intense, her eyes slightly hazy, and she lowered her head shyly, softly humming, "I want it." The voice wasn't loud, but it was deafening . My left hand continued to play with Jing's full, pendulous breasts, while my right hand slid between her legs, gently parting her labia and placing my fingers inside. Jing's labia seemed to have a spirit; as my fingers were inserted, they gently closed and enveloped them, her vagina seeming to have tension, sucking on my fingers rhythmically. Her lower body was already overflowing with lustful fluids. I chuckled wickedly, saying, "You got into it so quickly today," "It's all because you teased me, ah... ah... squeeze gently..." My fingers were now restlessly teasing her clitoris, and Jing's juices were already flowing down my fingers. Driven by lust, I pulled my left hand out from her breasts and abruptly pulled down Jing's shorts and underwear, exposing her buttocks to the kitchen light with a gasp. "Not here, someone will see! You pervert Yi!" Jing looked out the kitchen window while anxiously trying to cover her buttocks, but her hands were still covered in dish soap-soaked latex, so she could only helplessly twist her hips, her lustful fluids flowing down her thighs. I controlled Jing's buttocks, pulled out my already impatient , lifted her right leg with my right hand, and thrust my lower body forward, smoothly sliding into her already muddy honey hole. "Ah...be gentle...put me down...ah...so embarrassing...oh...I'm so embarrassed..." Jing used her left hand to support herself on the counter to maintain her balance, and tried to push me away with her right hand, but unfortunately, the position was too awkward and her strength was completely suppressed by me, so she could only remain in the position and be manipulated by me. This position and location were too stimulating for me, and in less than five minutes I felt my seminal vesicles tighten and I had the urge to ejaculate. I quickly wanted to pull out my penis and shoot it on Jing's buttocks. I didn't want to have a child at this critical moment of graduation. Unexpectedly, Jing sensed my intention and actually used her right leg, which was being supported, to hook my thigh backward. She turned her head, her face flushed, and her eyes were seductive. "Shoot it in. There's nothing wrong today. I'm almost there too. Hurry up, a few more...a few more times...almost there...ah...ah...ah ..." Amid Jing's intense moans, I sprayed all my semen into Jing's honey hole. The heat from my semen caused Jing to reach orgasm as well. She tilted her head back, suppressing the moans in her throat, and collapsed onto the kitchen counter. Exhausted, I lay panting on Jing's back, gently kissing the back of her neck. After a few minutes, Jing got up, pushed me away, threw me her gloves to clean up the mess, and said, "I'm going to take a shower. If I get pregnant, you'll have to accept it!" She playfully wrinkled her nose at me and ran into the bathroom. After cleaning up, I went to the bathroom to wash my hands. Jing seemed to be washing her genitals, making soft panting sounds. For some reason, those panting sounds reminded me of Spencer. What was going on? I shook my head and went into the bedroom, lay on the bed , and stared at the ceiling. I had a short, hazy dream, dreaming of Jing's moans, Spencer smiling at me, tonight's dinner, my experiment—a jumbled mess of events. Jing woke me up, I took a shower, and when I came back, I held Jing and fell asleep . Five days had passed since our passionate encounter in the kitchen last Friday, and Jing showed no signs of pregnancy, which relieved . We would have our own child, but not now. Now wasn't the right time.

On Wednesday afternoon, my supervisor asked me and my labmate to go to EF company in D city on Thursday to pick up some samples
. EF is the company where Jing works, and I didn't tell her this, planning to surprise her.
We arrived at EF company at 3:30 PM on Thursday. I had timed it perfectly; arriving at 3:30 meant we'd finish picking up the samples around
4:30 , and I could wait for Jing to leave at 5:00. As planned, we finished at 4:30,
sent my labmate off to take the samples back, and then went to find Jing, only to find she wasn't in her office. I went to ask
Andy, the receptionist.

"Hello Andy! Is everything alright?" I greeted Andy. "Everything's fine, Yi! Thank you! Are you
here to see Jing?" Andy sensed my purpose, and after receiving my affirmative answer, she said, "Jing
went to the factory with Mr. Spencer to test data. You can wait here for them to return, or you can put on a safety helmet and go
check it out yourself. I don't think my boss will mind you going into the factory." For some reason,
my heart clenched at the thought of Jing and Spencer together, and I decided to go find them myself.

After thanking Andy, I donned my hard hat, goggles, and thick gloves and entered the feed processing plant. The smell
inside was unpleasant, mostly the residue from alcohol fermentation, quite pungent. I felt bad that Jing
, such a clean and tidy girl, had to work in such an environment; I'd definitely find her a better job in the future. I walked
around the production line, seeing a few workers here and there, but no sign of Jing and Spencer. I
asked around and learned they had gone to the warehouse. The warehouse was at the far west of the factory, requiring me to pass through their own
experimental field and several dilapidated livestock pens slated for demolition. I heard that the factory leaders had previously wanted to produce their own feed and raise their own cattle,
but it was obvious they weren't experts in livestock farming, so they were going to demolish the old ones and build a new feed production line. I
walked towards the warehouse alone, feeling bored, and started looking around aimlessly, and then I witnessed what happened next. Two men
were making love in a dilapidated livestock pen. They were clearly unaware that someone would be walking towards the warehouse at this hour. They were going at it very hard;
the woman was moaning loudly, and for some reason, the sound was familiar, but I couldn't make it out clearly because of the wind. I
have no voyeuristic tendencies, nor am I a pervert, but people are always curious. I looked around; there was no
one in sight, so I pressed my face against the old wooden door and peered inside. The woman was sitting on top of the man, her body
arched high, then she slumped down heavily with a moan. One hand seemed to be touching her face, while the other
caressed her genitals being penetrated. The man's right hand was on the woman's waist, and his left hand was kneading her breasts; they were clearly
experienced, and the two were very in sync. I tried hard to see their faces, but the setting sun shone directly
into my eyes, and I could only see two dark shadows, one above the other. The woman seemed much smaller than the man;
her thighs were illuminated by the setting sun, and her sweat reflected a dazzling light. "Americans are so open-minded!" I thought
to myself , "Don't they mind how dirty this place is?"

Just as I was about to leave to find Jing, I saw them make a commotion, which startled me, thinking I'd been discovered
. Luckily, it was just a change of position. The man stood up and roughly pushed
the woman, who had just been about to stand up, back down to her knees. Then he slapped her face with his penis, apparently wanting her to give him oral sex.
The woman clearly didn't like the position or the man's attitude, pushing away with both hands in resistance. Unexpectedly, the man
grabbed both of her wrists, hoisting her arms up and pulling her head to the same height as
his penis. With his other hand, he guided his large penis into her mouth.
The woman lost her support and could only let her mouth be penetrated, making muffled moans and occasionally gagging.
It seemed the man's penis was going in quite deep. I watched this couple's rough, outdoor sex with great interest,
then suddenly remembered it was almost five o'clock. If I missed Jing, we wouldn't be able to go home together. Just as I was about to leave,
the man roared and ejaculated. The woman choked back a sob; her expression was obscured, only white semen dripped
onto the sun-lit ground. It seemed the man had ejaculated quite a bit, and the woman hadn't accepted it all. Afterward, they
started getting dressed. The man whispered something in the woman's ear and then laughed. The woman gave
him a suggestive shove, knelt down, and cleaned the remaining semen from his penis. Such a provocative woman in EF company! The battle
was over, and I, the spectator, should leave. I jogged to the warehouse, only to find the door locked. I
yelled "Damn it!" and took a shortcut through the experimental field back to the office building. The staff had all left,
but thankfully the door was still open, and my wife's car was there too; she hadn't left yet, otherwise I wouldn't know how to get home.

Jing wasn't in the office, so I sat in her chair and waited for her return, looking around aimlessly out of boredom.
A drawer caught my attention. It was located on the bottom left of Jing's desk, about half
the thickness of a typical drawer. If it weren't for the key stuck in the lock, I wouldn't have noticed it at all. I know my wife; she's a
very organized person with almost obsessive-compulsive tidying habits. Leaving a key in the lock is almost
impossible for her, unless something distracted her. Curious, I opened the drawer and found it filled with
odds and ends: a wallet, a few cosmetics, a half-eaten bag of cookies, a company
T-shirt, and several food storage bags that looked like they contained small items of clothing. Jing has
a habit . A sense of confusion arose within me. I picked up the outermost bag, and it looked like a pair of stockings!
Crumpled into a ball, Jing was only so careless with laundry. But how could Jing have worn stockings in
the office ? I'd never heard of a company requirement to wear stockings. She herself had said that the pair of
black stockings we wore when we made love at home were the only pair she'd ever owned. So what was this? Just as I was about to open it for a closer look, I
heard footsteps and voices outside. The man was Spencer, but the woman was someone I didn't recognize; Jing wasn't
among them. I tensed up. After all, I wasn't an employee of this company, and it
wouldn't be right for someone to see me going through my own wife's drawer. So I quickly threw the plastic bag back, closed the drawer, and hid
behind the office door. The two of them didn't stop, chatting as they walked deeper into the corridor. As far as I knew, that direction led to
the changing rooms; they were probably changing and going home too. I breathed a sigh of relief and left Jing's office.
It was better to wait in a more conspicuous place to avoid being mistaken for a thief. But the worn black stockings still
made me suspicious. Just as I was debating whether to go back and check again, Jing returned.

My wife clearly hadn't expected me to be there. She stared at me, stunned. "You... what are you doing here?"

"Missed my wife, huh? Surprise!" I explained to Jing why I'd come,
but for some reason, she seemed a little distracted.

"You didn't even tell me you were coming! What if I left early?" Jing complained, but also seemed quite
grateful as she hugged me, gave me a light kiss, and said, "I'm going to change my clothes, I smell awful."
"Yeah, you really do smell like cow dung." "You're so annoying! I can say no!" Jing said coquettishly.
I then noticed that Jing was wearing a dark blue work uniform, with some yellow dirt on her knees. "
Where did that dirt come from? Did you slip and fall?" I went over and patted Jing's knees with concern, but she took a step back.
"No...it's nothing, it's just...it was an accident...thankfully there was grass on the ground so I wasn't hurt..."

"I'll definitely work hard after graduation so my wife can leave this awful place as soon as possible," I said with heartache.
"Mm," Jing didn't reply, her eyes red, seemingly very moved. Then she lowered her head and whispered, "I'm going to
change."

Just as she turned to leave, she suddenly froze, then turned back, blushing, and asked me, "
Did you hear that?" Her voice trembled slightly.

"Hear what?" I walked over and stood next to Jing, looking around in confusion. It was almost six o'clock,
and the huge office area was already empty. Where was there even a sound? "Ah...ah...ah...fuck me,"
I heard it now, a surge of lust rising from the direction of the changing room. It must be Spencer and that woman I didn't
know . "Come on, let's go see," I said to Jing with a wicked smile.

"No, how can I do something like this..." Jing's face was already flushed with embarrassment, her head lowered, staring intently at the ground.

"They dare to do it here, so they're not afraid of being seen. What's there to be embarrassed about? Let's go." Without another word, I pulled
Jing towards the changing room.

The voice came from the women's changing room. I glanced around; it was quiet, so everyone must
have left . I boldly dragged Jing into the women's changing room. Jing resisted desperately, but dared not make a sound, and could only
let me do as I pleased. Only the bathroom lights were on in the changing room; the changing area lights were off, which made it easier for us
to move. I pulled Jing and quietly stood against the metal cabinet by the bathroom door, turning my head to look inside. Through the frosted screen in the bathroom area
, I saw two white figures entangled together, standing face to face. The woman was leaning against the wall with her hands
on the man's shoulders, while the man's right hand was supporting the woman's left leg, and his left hand was supporting her slender waist. His penis was thrusting
upwards forcefully. "Faster...faster...it feels so good...fuck me...fuck me to death..." the woman screamed exaggeratedly
, her voice hoarse and desperate.

"You slut," the man leered, it was Spencer. "It's only been a few days since I touched you and you're already this horny
, walking around the factory naked. I'll fuck your cunt raw."

"Fuck me...fuck me to death...ah...ah...ah...mmm...it feels so good...I haven't felt this
fulfilled in so long...fuck me as much as you want...ah...if you don't come soon, I'll have to go find Tommy to quench my thirst..." the woman said in
a seductive tingling voice.

"Stephanie, this cunt of yours is mine, mine! No one else can touch my toys!" Spencer roared, and
the woman groaned, as if Spencer had just fucked her hard.

"Hmph! My master, so rude to me! Ah...ah...faster...yes...yes...
ever since you got that little bitch...ah...you've been ignoring me...so deep...I'm the one who got her for you
...ah...I'm there...ah..." the woman screamed, her waist giving way and she could no longer hold onto the wall, so she hung there panting

, her hands like rings around Spencer 's neck.
She gasped, "Why haven't you come yet? Are you trying to kill me? Didn't you just come
once?" It seemed Spencer, that bull, hadn't ejaculated on this woman named Stephanie yet. But she said
she just ejaculated—where did she ejaculate? Perhaps with that couple in the pen? I was starting to get a clue, but
who was this "little bitch" Stephanie was talking about? I turned to look at Jing, confused. She seemed lost in thought, and when she suddenly realized
I was looking at her, she trembled, and the hand holding mine was sweaty. I had completely misunderstood my wife's
reaction; I was just indulging in the thrill of watching others have sex.

I lowered my voice and said to Jing, "Your company's relationships are pretty messy, huh? How many people is Spencer messing around with?
Hey, don't pinch me!" As she said this, Jing pinched me hard, her eyes red as she looked away. "Don't
be angry, I was just kidding. Who's this Stephanie? The name sounds familiar, you mentioned her to me, right?"
I quickly changed the subject. Jing opened her mouth to answer, but was interrupted by Spencer's voice.

"The new chick is good, tight and cunt-tight, and her tits are much more fun than yours. She's incredibly horny when you fuck her, haha. You
found me a good one, I'll reward you properly today!" Spencer laughed smugly, flipping Stephanie
over and pressing her against the frosted glass wall. The strong pressure deformed Stephanie's breasts,
pressing them against the glass wall, forming two round mounds in our view, the nipples like large grapes embedded in the mounds. Suddenly,
Stephanie's body jerked upwards, letting out a muffled groan. Spencer's big cock seemed to have entered her again, and a new
round of piston-like movements began, accompanied by the sound of water as he thrust in and out.

Stimulated by this lewd scene and sound, my penis also became hard. Looking down, I saw Jing intently
watching Stephanie's blurry figure, her breathing noticeably heavier. It seems my wife is aroused too! My hands started to
wander , sliding under Jing's body from behind and touching her vulva. Jing let out a comfortable moan, glancing at me
with a flushed face. "I hate you, Yi Bao!" Jing said, but her eyes were full of seduction. She twisted
her hips as if trying to get rid of my touch, but whether intentionally or unintentionally, my fingers slipped into her honey pot.
It was sticky and wet inside, almost soaking her panties. I couldn't take it anymore. I was about to pull down Jing's pants
when she stopped me. "We'll be heard," she said, glancing at the two of us moving like pistons, her eyes filled with complicated

emotions. "Can you use your hand to help me? It'll be too noisy if we really do it," Jing pleaded.

"Then what should I do? I don't mind if I don't use your mouth, hehe," Jing always refused to give
me oral sex, and this time I took the opportunity to threaten her.

"You pervert!" Jing rolled her eyes at me and actually took the initiative to release my erect penis, gently licking
it . Jing's soft, fragrant tongue enveloped my glans, her cheeks gently sucking on my penis, sending a jolt
of electric pleasure straight to my brain. I couldn't care less about being gentle; my right hand quickly teased Jing's clitoris, while my left hand gathered her
long hair to aid my thrusts into her mouth. Opportunities to be so rough with my wife were rare indeed.
I'll apologize later! Pleasure had already taken over my brain. Jing glared at
me but thankfully I didn't thrust too deep, and since she was enjoying the stimulation from my fingers, she
gave up resisting and gave me oral sex in rhythm with my movements.

I watched the intense sex behind the frosted glass while enjoying Jing's oral sex and her wet, slippery vagina.
During this time Spencer used filthy, vulgar language to insult Stephanie, and the slut Stephanie didn't complain at all,
accepting it all and even demanding that Spencer fuck her hard. After about ten minutes, with a
loud roar from Spencer, Stephanie convulsed and collapsed face down on the ground. Seeing this, Spencer pulled out his penis,
ejaculating all his semen onto Stephanie's back, then turned to take a shower. As they finished, I also
released my semen into Jing's mouth. Jing had just reached orgasm, her throat desperately suppressing the surging
moans , but the sensation of my semen made her cough. I was startled and, without even pulling up my pants, quickly
grabbed Jing and fled the changing room. Perhaps the sound of the shower water masked Jing's cough, as no one came out to check on her.
I breathed a sigh of relief and turned back to check on Jing. She had only choked a little and was otherwise fine, but she
had swallowed all the semen and looked unhappy. However, the lingering dampness from earlier hadn't completely subsided, making her look like she
was sexually frustrated. Jing pulled me and quickly ran towards the office. We
should leave while Sisi and the other person were showering to avoid an awkward situation. I waited at the office door while Jing ran to her desk to pack
her things . I heard the sound of a drawer opening and closing. Jing hurriedly stuffed something into her bag and rushed out to pull me
out.

But as soon as she stepped out of the office, the sound of high heels clicking came from the direction of the changing room.
Stephanie came out. Facing the two of us, both looking embarrassed, Stephanie seemed completely unsurprised, her expression relaxed
and natural, as if she had just changed and was going home.

"Hi, you're Yi, right? We met once, at the new employee welcome party," Stephanie
greeted me politely.

I remembered, Stephanie was also at the welcome party two months ago. She's the HR
manager , one of Jing's interviewers. No wonder she sounded familiar. Back then, she wore a business suit, black-rimmed glasses,
and had a serious expression, looking rather unapproachable. Today, she looked much brighter, wearing a light blue sleeveless
top with a white
cardigan over it, a black skirt, her legs straight and slender, and patent leather high-heeled sandals. Her bright red toenails contrasted sharply with her almost translucent white skin. She wasn't
particularly beautiful, but her large eyes, combined with her small face and short, golden hair, gave her a playful and
cute . She wore heavy makeup, with a thick black eyeshadow that gave her a wild look, but the purple-rimmed glasses concealed
this wildness, leaving much to the imagination.

"Hello Stephanie! I remember you. Thank you for taking care of Jing all this time." I replied politely,
noticing that she wasn't wearing a bra, and her two nipples, still stimulated, were conspicuously erect on her chest.
Her breasts weren't large, a size or two smaller than Jing's, but they were firm and perky, quite attractive. Her chest rose and fell slightly as she breathed
, still recovering from the earlier stimulation. She came out so quickly, probably without showering,
rushing to leave, perhaps with some semen still on her back. The thought of possibly
going commando under her short skirt was incredibly stimulating.

Stephanie seemed oblivious to my stare at her breasts, smiling as she said, "Taking care of her? Of course, it's what
I should do. Jing tried very hard, and we got along very well, right, Jing?" Her gaze swept past me to
Jing behind her.

"Of course, of course..." Jing's voice was somewhat hesitant and uneasy, as if she were trying to escape.
Stephanie 's gaze was full of mockery and provocation, which I couldn't understand.

"That's enough for now," Stephanie broke the silence. "We're all a bit tired, aren't we, Jing?
Have a nice evening! Yi, it was nice to see you. Maybe we'll see each other again soon. Goodbye!" Without waiting
for a reply, Stephanie walked straight through us and headed out. As she passed me, I was certain she glanced at my
penis , licked her lips, and smiled at me. That slut! I cursed inwardly, yet I also felt a strong urge to pin
her down and fuck her hard.

Following Stephanie, we quickly drove away from the company. We drove onto
the highway from D City to A City, where we lived. Jing remained silent the whole way, staring thoughtfully out the window. I could clearly sense that she wanted to say something to me several times,
but hesitated and held back each time. Perhaps the scene earlier was too stimulating for the conservative Jing, I thought
to myself . I'll have to talk to her about it when we get home.

After returning home, I apologized to Jing for my rudeness in the locker room.

Jing turned and hugged me, pressing her face against my chest. "Yi, don't apologize. I'm willing to do
anything for you. I love you!" she said, looking up at me with teary eyes. "Don't you think I'm a slutty,
bad woman?"

"How could I!" I said firmly. "The woman I chose is the best in the world. You are my
wonderful wife, Jingjing!"

"Thank you, Yi!" she said, tears streaming down her face, looking pitiful. Her lips were tightly pursed, making it hard
to tell

she was happy or sad. Seeing that she had almost processed what was happening, I joked, "If you want to be horny, just let it out. I'll
take it." I playfully slapped her buttocks. Jing flinched, hummed in response, and looked out the window without
saying anything more. After a while, Jing rubbed her eyes, kissed my neck, and said, "I brought a
gift for Yi Yi!" She then walked to her bag and took out four food storage bags containing silk clothing—the very ones I
had seen in Jing's office drawer.

"Look for yourself," she said shyly, standing to the side.

I unfastened them one by one: a pair of black stockings with suspenders, a pair of purple stockings with a crotchless opening, a black
lace see-through bra, and a pair of blue fishnet stockings with large holes. Holding them, imagining these sexy lingerie wrapped around Jing
's beautiful body, I got hard again. Jing saw through my intentions and firmly refused, "No, not today. I'm so tired.
You already tormented me at the company." Seeing my disappointed eyes, she couldn't bear it and said, "How about the weekend?
Give me one night, and you can torment me however you want." Seeing my lewd smile, she pouted and
pushed me away, "You pervert, I hope our child won't be as perverted as you. I'm going to take a shower," and dashed
out of my reach into the bathroom.

Listening to the sound of running water coming from the toilet, I reminisced about the day's romantic encounter. Although it was a feast for the eyes,
EF company was a mess, and Spencer wasn't a good person. As her boss, I hoped he hadn't made things difficult for Jing. Anyway, I needed to
graduate quickly and take Jing away from this place to a big city. Looking at the sexy stockings and lingerie on the table, a hint of
doubt arose. When I took out these four items, they were all neatly folded, clearly Jing's doing. So
where was the stocking I saw rolled up in a ball? I looked at the black suspender stockings in my hand. Was this it? I
couldn't tell, and in my haste, I couldn't remember how many bags there were. Also, Jing's skillful oral sex technique
didn't seem like a first time. Where did she practice before? A wicked thought suddenly entered my mind:
"These stockings weren't for you; you only found out and had no choice. That skillful oral sex is
from licking other men's penises every day." I was startled. How could I have such an absurd thought? It must be because
I saw too many erotic scenes today.

To be continued...

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