extramarital affair with a colleague

That night, when I returned home, I opened the door and walked into the living room. The house was silent. Suddenly, someone hugged me from behind, startling me so much I turned pale.
"Who are you?!" I cried out.
"Jingjing, it's me! I'm home!" my husband said.
"You scared me to death! I thought a thief had broken in.
" "I just got home too," my husband said, kissing my neck.
Soon, his hands gripped my breasts, and he gently nibbled at my earlobe. The man I had missed every night for three months was now embracing me, his hands teasing my sensitive spots.
I felt my vulva become wet again. He held me tightly, kissing my ear, and reached inside my panties. I struggled desperately. He impatiently carried me to the sofa, my heart pounding. Under his intense caresses, I desperately wanted him to pull down my panties and insert his penis into my vagina.
When my hand touched his thick, hard penis, my heart nearly jumped out of my chest, and my vaginal lubrication increased dramatically. When his hand caressed my wet vulva, my whole body went limp.
My cheeks burned, and I felt utterly powerless, letting him lay me sideways on the sofa. He pulled down my underwear, grabbed my ankles, spread my legs, and slowly inserted his thick, hard penis into my vagina.
I finally felt fulfilled.
He began to thrust, his movements powerful, as if to make up for the three months of unfulfilled desire. I felt a tightness in
my chest. My husband, seeing the satisfied expression on my face, became even more smug. His movements quickened. He brought me to the brink of ecstasy, and I couldn't help but hold him tightly. At that moment, my husband suddenly ejaculated into my vagina. His penis throbbed several times inside me during ejaculation. He lay on top of me, leaving his penis inside me, continuing to enjoy the throbbing within my vagina. I started to feel the urge to have his penis lessen, but I still wanted more.
"Honey, I want more."
"Take a shower first, then cook me a late-night snack. You can have it all tonight," my husband said with a gentle pinch on my nose.
Unsatisfied, I reluctantly found the underwear my husband had pulled off for me on the carpet, put it on, put on some toilet paper, straightened my clothes, and went to the kitchen to quickly cook some instant noodles with an egg. I rushed to take a shower after finishing the noodles, but when I finished showering and changed into the sexy nightgown my husband had given me for our wedding anniversary, I couldn't wait to return to the bedroom. My husband was already fast asleep, and I couldn't wake him up no matter how much I shook him. Men are all like that; they don't even consider how others feel after they've taken care of themselves.
My husband is the factory manager of a company stationed in Shanghai. He only gets to come back for seven days of rest every three months. I used to live alone at home, but I couldn't stand the loneliness, so I found a job in insurance sales. During the day, I don't overthink things at work, but the loneliness I feel when I'm home alone at night is really hard to describe.
I was watching a late-night HBO movie on TV. Suddenly, the phone rang. It was Xiao Yang calling.
"Oh, why are you calling so late?"
"Oh! Jingjing, I'm sorry, you're still awake, aren't you?"
"What's up?"
"Jingjing, are you free tomorrow? I'd like to invite you to dinner." Xiao Yang's voice was magnetic; every word he spoke was irresistible.
"How about this? Tomorrow night at the National Hotel's coffee shop, 6:30. I'll wait for you." Before I could decide, his words had already made their decision: "I won't disturb your sleep. Goodbye." His brief and cheerful invitation left me with no choice but to accept. I slowly put down the phone, a wave of confusion washing over me. If I accepted, I would clearly be stepping into the danger zone of marriage, but could I refuse? Four years into our marriage, my husband was sent to Shanghai, leaving me all alone in Taichung. At first, I didn't feel anything, but as time went on, all sorts of problems surfaced. I had originally wanted to have a child for companionship, but after the miscarriage, I gave up that idea. I cried alone in the hospital for three days.
I met Xiao Yang at a dinner party. He was a car salesman, and the majority of my property insurance business involved vehicles. About six months after my miscarriage, he entered my life. That year, after the year-end party at Lianyuan, everyone went to a karaoke bar until 1 a.m. After paying the bill, Xiao Yang volunteered to drive me home.
Along the way, his conversation revealed his extensive knowledge; he could talk eloquently without being boring.
When we stopped at a red light, he gently cupped my face in his hand and said, "I love you!" His words were simple, but they struck me like a thunderbolt. My heart pounded, and I didn't know how to react. Gazing into his eyes was the beginning of a mistake. His deep, affectionate gaze made me flustered and at a loss. I even closed my eyes and waited. At that moment, my lips were dry, and my heart was racing.
He finally kissed me, his thick, passionate lips pressing against mine. I was so nervous, my heart pounded like a child caught doing something wrong. He kissed my lips, my face, my ears, and then my lips again. I felt a wave of dizziness and weakness wash over me.
I couldn't resist taking deep, passionate breaths; undeniably, I loved his touch. He stroked my cheeks, my thighs, my navel, and even reached inside my clothes to touch my breasts. A feeling of guilt made me freeze. I pushed him away and lowered my head.
"No, I already have a husband,"
he said, not forcing me. He sat still beside me, and we sat there, lost in thought in the dim light of the car. The cars behind us honked, urging us to move on. Just as we passed the redevelopment zone, Xiao Yang suddenly stopped the car and embraced me again. I couldn't resist either. We rubbed against each other, kissed passionately, and caressed each other's bodies.
He impulsively lifted my clothes and kissed my breasts. We couldn't suppress our desires; the passionate caresses were incredibly arousing. He reached under my skirt and touched my vulva.
"Ah! No! No!" I cried out. But undeniably, alcohol makes people bolder, and we both needed it.
It was the first time I'd been touched and kissed by a man other than my husband, and I was both shocked and terrified. Xiao Yang lowered the back of my electric chair, lifted my skirt, and kissed my legs through my stockings. I trembled uncontrollably, just like when my husband and I made love for the first time. I let his lips and hands roam over my body. He took off my high heels, caressing my feet while kissing them incessantly, and even pulled my hand to his penis.
When my hand touched his penis, my heart nearly jumped out of my chest, and my vagina began to secrete fluid. When his hand touched my slightly moist area, my whole body went limp.
Xiao Yang clumsily tried to pull down my stockings and panties. Because the car was cramped and I was nervous, I didn't move. Later, he directly tore the stockings, lifted my panties, and licked my labia vigorously, occasionally nibbling and tugging at my thick pubic hair.
When he used the tip of his tongue to tease my clitoris, I was already overwhelmed by desire. I grabbed his hair tightly and swayed, moving my waist, trying to get his tongue to lick my clitoris heavily. My breathing became heavier and heavier.
I realized that since my miscarriage, I hadn't let my husband touch me when he came home for half a year. The long-suppressed desire was about to burst forth. My cheeks began to burn, and my whole body gradually lost strength. Xiao Yang used a pillow to raise my buttocks, then used his hand to guide the head of his penis and tentatively rubbed it back and forth on the outside of my labia. Then, he moistened the head of his penis with some saliva and slowly inserted his hard, thick penis into my vagina.
Because his penis was a little different from my husband's. Slightly curved, it occasionally touched my G-spot during thrusting. I couldn't help but hug him tightly, and after a series of vigorous thrusts, I orgasmed! I released my grip and weakly lay back on the chair. Xiao Yang, who had been drinking, showed no sign of stopping, continuing to pound into my vagina.
His relentless onslaught showed no sign of abating. I was truly exhausted. I muttered to myself. I forget how much time passed, but finally, he ejaculated a large amount of semen into my body.
I lay there, stunned, my conscience forcing me to sob. Xiao Yang used tissues from the car to wipe my genitals.
Seeing me still crying and motionless, he covered me with his coat and drove off.
I wrapped myself tightly in Xiao Yang's coat and returned to my apartment, afraid the building manager would see my torn stockings. Once inside, I went straight to the bathroom, gazing at my reflection in the mirror after the passion. Xiao Yang's semen, left in my vagina, dripped down, making my genitals sticky. I tried to wash myself clean again and again. I'm a slutty woman; I'm sorry to my husband. I had sex with another man. The inner turmoil kept me awake all night.
The next day, I endured the sleepless night and went to work. All morning, I suspected my colleagues were looking at me strangely, at this slutty woman. Luckily, it was the weekend, so I endured until noon, quickly packed my things, and left.
My husband's long-distance call woke me up. Feeling guilty, I spoke to him hesitantly. My husband, far away in Shanghai, thought I was sick and wanted to come home early. I hurriedly explained some lies I had never told before.
Shortly after my husband hung up, Xiao Yang called. I hung up immediately when I heard his voice.
Words cannot describe my feelings at that moment.
For the next month, I avoided seeing Xiao Yang completely, until we ran into each other again at a New Year's dinner party. He acted as if nothing had happened, but I was incredibly nervous, terrified that my colleagues would find out about our affair.
He cornered me at the bathroom door.
He whispered in my ear, "If you keep going like this, people will find out." Then he wanted to talk to me after dinner, but I refused.
After the dinner, I returned home and was about to close the door when Xiao Yang rushed in. Before I could scream, he had already sealed my lips with his. I broke free and slapped him. But after the crisp sound of the slap, I was captivated by his deep, affectionate eyes. We stood there, frozen. The eyes that had fueled my dreams every night for the past month were now standing right in front of me.
Later, he knelt down, hugged me, and cried, telling me how much he had missed me over the past month. I struggled between morality and desire. I am a married woman; I cannot fall into this again. I cried out in my heart.
Xiao Yang's hands began to wander over my thighs, the gentle sensation battling with my conscience. But desire triumphed over my conscience, and I slumped down, letting Xiao Yang caress and kiss me.
Honestly! Xiao Yang was much gentler with me than my husband. My husband always finished quickly, and once his lust subsided, he ignored me. But Xiao Yang's foreplay and his special penis... What happened in the car that time almost made me talk about it in my sleep when my husband returned to Taiwan for the Lunar New Year.
When he touched my breasts, my vagina involuntarily felt something strange. He kneaded my breasts and sucked on my two sensitive nipples. He kissed me all over. He kissed my face, my earlobes, my neck, my vulva, even licking my toes. Finally, his nimble tongue attacked my genitals, gently biting my crotch, making me tremble with pleasure.
His newly grown stubble prickled my inner thighs, a tingling, numb, and prickly sensation. Then he lifted my legs, exposing my anus and vulva completely naked before his eyes. I shyly closed my eyes. Xiao Yang was actually licking my large anus.
This was something my husband had never done to me since we got married. Every time, my husband would hastily tease my clitoris with his hand before thrusting directly into my vagina. Xiao Yang's lick sent my soul flying.
My vagina was itchy, like a million ants crawling inside. I gradually swayed my hips, trying to relieve the itch by cooperating with Xiao Yang's tongue. He stirred his tongue inside my vagina, and every time he stirred, he would lick my clitoris, which was swollen with excitement, hard.
Each lick deepened my desire; morality had vanished. All I wanted now was for a man to penetrate me, to fuck me. My mouth was dry with excitement, and all I could make were monotonous "Mmm... Ahhh!" sounds.
Xiao Yang lifted my legs, arching them into a curled position. I opened my eyes slightly and saw my small, swollen vulva. My pubic hair was wet with Xiao Yang's saliva. Xiao Yang, with one hand guiding his penis, slowly inserted it into my vagina.
Gradually, he increased the speed, thrusting in and out repeatedly. My vagina swallowed Xiao Yang's thick, hard penis, and the fluids I secreted due to excitement made my vulva wet. As Xiao Yang moved, there was a squeaking sound;
his penis pulled in and out of my little hole, making "squeak! squeak!" sounds. Xiao Yang placed my legs on his shoulders, again guiding his penis to my vaginal opening. The glans, wet with my vaginal fluids, glistened under the light. He thrust his hips forward with lightning speed, penetrating deep into my vagina.
I only let out a soft "Ugh!" before closing my eyes, enjoying the pleasure of Xiao Yang's special penis thrusting into my vagina.
I lifted my hips in rhythm with Xiao Yang's movements, welcoming his penis deep into my vagina. My moans and Xiao Yang's panting echoed in the living room. My husband had thrust into me many times on this same sofa, but now it was Xiao Yang's turn. I was burning with desire and couldn't care less about anything else.
Only in my dreams could I feel the fullness and pleasure of being filled with a penis. Now it was happening, bringing my long-dormant excitement to its peak. I involuntarily cried out, and then my whole body went limp with pleasure. Xiao Yang had brought me to orgasm again.
This was the pleasure my husband hadn't given me in a long time.
I gasped and moaned, trying to say something, but I couldn't speak. I had to open my mouth to breathe, but his mouth sealed mine. Now I lay limp on the sofa, he had put my legs off his shoulders, and his hard penis was still inside me. He kissed me deeply while teasing my nipples. The fullness of his penis inside me made me hold onto Xiao Yang, not wanting him to move.
A few minutes later, Xiao Yang began thrusting into me again with small, rhythmic movements. The passion I had just experienced made me want to reach another climax. I released my arms from his embrace and moved my hands to his hips, directing Xiao Yang to lift me up forcefully. Xiao Yang's hands were also busy; one hand played with my breasts while the other rubbed my clitoris with his thumb, giving me a double, electric-like stimulation.
After a long while, he finally thrust his penis deep into my vagina, ejaculating hot semen. My cervix was being drenched by a stream of hot fluid—this feeling! I couldn't help but groan and cry out.
The throbbing sensation of his penis as it ejaculated gave my vagina another inexplicable pleasure. After he ejaculated, I didn't want Xiao Yang to pull his penis out, but he pulled away and lay on top of me, licking my clitoris intensely. This brought me to my third climax.
After resting for a while, Xiao Yang carried me into the bathroom to shower. Under the bathroom light, I could finally see Xiao Yang's penis clearly; it was quite large even when it was limp. Unlike my husband, who usually looks like a small sausage.
The feeling after three orgasms left me tired and languid. Soaking in the hot water, I gradually calmed down from the passion.
My sense of morality returned and battled in my mind. Xiao Yang squatted by the bathtub, caressing me, and then looked at me with those irresistible eyes.
"Don't come to my house again," I said.
Xiao Yang nodded tenderly, "Then you can't avoid me anymore." I nodded, struggling internally.
I dried myself and put on my pajamas; Xiao Yang was already dressed. I saw him to the elevator and watched him leave. I was left wondering how he managed to get past the security guard and into my house.
That night, I slept soundly until dawn, no longer disturbed by my erotic dreams.
Jingjing stubbed out my cigarette in the ashtray on the bedside table and continued telling her story.
With a heavy heart, I called my husband's company in Taiwan.
"Please connect me to Manager Zhang."
"Which way is it?" the operator said.
"I'm his wife."
"Honey, are you coming home for dinner tonight?"
"No need to cook, Lao Ye and the others are inviting me. Are you coming?" my husband replied.
"I might not make it; I'm discussing commission matters at the car dealership tonight and might be home late," I lied guiltily.
"See you at home tonight!"
After my colleagues left one by one, a feeling of regret began to creep into my heart. Once in the taxi, I blurted out involuntarily, "National Hotel."
Xiao Yang had been waiting for me at the coffee shop for a while and offered to take me to dinner first. I told him my husband was coming home and I couldn't be home too late, so I declined the dinner offer. Then he led me upstairs in the elevator; it turned out he had already booked a room. I wandered aimlessly, like a lost soul, as he carried me to the room.
As soon as we entered, Xiao Yang showered me with kisses, his large hands caressing my breasts, kneading them, and pinching my erect nipples through my clothes. He kissed me, praising me incessantly. As he spoke… His hand touched my knee, then moved up my thigh and slipped under my skirt. Just as I involuntarily parted my legs slightly, his fingers reached the top of my thigh and began to scratch at my panties…
He also used his other hand to push my knee apart, causing my bent legs to spread even wider, pushing up my tight skirt until my entire underwear was exposed to Xiao Yang's eyes.
The touch on my sensitive area caused my buttocks to clench tightly, my anal sphincter muscles contracting, but I still kept my legs apart to allow his fingers to move. However, I quickly couldn't withstand the stimulation. I braced my feet against the bed, raised my entire buttocks upwards, and arched them to meet his caressing hands. I twisted and turned, then rubbed them against the bed...
As he continued to tease me, he smiled and asked, "Feels good, doesn't it?...Do you like this?... " I half-opened my seductive eyes and murmured, "Mmm!...Mmm...!!" Xiao Yang quickly teased my vulva with his fingers, but my buttocks were already trembling uncontrollably...I was so lewd!
At this moment, he slowed down and moved his hands to my full, protruding mons pubis, gently stroking it. I finally let out a breath. Although my lower body stopped twisting wildly, it was still trembling.
Xiao Yang smiled and moved his hands to the inside of my thighs, pushing them outwards with a little force, making my legs spread wider, clearly showing the large patch of "water stain" soaked with my vaginal fluid in the center of my panties.
He stared intently, "admiring" it. I closed my eyes in shame.
Xiao Yang forcefully pushed my legs down until my lower body was folded and curled up, my entire buttocks lifted off the bed and suspended in mid-air, my hands resting on the back of my thighs that were turned upwards. Between my legs, the white panties tightly wrapped around my genitals were already soaked with my own love juice, clinging to and highlighting my plump, full vulva. At this moment, he used his straight fingers to press against the slit in the center of my vulva, and through the panties soaked with my own love juice, he pushed down into my recessed flesh, thrusting and probing.
Unable to resist the stimulation, I cried out loudly, "Ah!...My...God!...Don't tease me like this!...If you keep teasing me like this,...I'll...I can't take it!" For the first time, even during sex with my husband, I had never cried out so lewdly.
But he didn't grant my request. Instead, he used his fingers to pull aside the hem of my pants at the top of my thighs, revealing my wet, swollen vulva. Then, he rubbed, kneaded, and stroked my plump, bright red labia with his two fingers, which were wet with my vaginal fluid. He would also occasionally slide his fingers to my clitoris, scratching and teasing my already erect and hard clitoris, making it swell even more, turning it into a fleshy ball standing tall.
At this point, I screamed even more unbearably, "Oh my god!...Oh my god!...You're making me...I can't take it anymore!...Oh my god!...Oh God!...You...are really...going to kill me!" But as I screamed excitedly, I also pulled my knees open with both hands, trying to spread my legs even wider!
Finally, Xiao Yang slid his finger to the entrance of my vagina, and with a flick of his fingertip, inserted it into my already thirsty and empty vagina...
...and I cried out loudly, "Ah!!...Ah~!!..." The sound echoed throughout the small room...stimulating Xiao Yang, he stopped teasing slowly and carefully, and began to quickly thrust and insert his finger into my narrow, yet extremely wet, passage... At this point, my "shame," "honor," and "self-esteem" were all thrown to the winds in my urgency. My eyes were fixed on Xiao Yang's exposed penis after he pulled down his pants. I maintained the position of holding my legs together, wantonly exposing my vulva, and then he reached down, lifted my narrow skirt, and completely wrapped it around my waist. Then he reached down to my panty waistband, hooked it over my plump buttocks, and peeled it off, exposing my vulva that was already overflowing with lust.
He bent down and unbuttoned all the buttons on my shirt, pulling it open to reveal my bra. He then kneaded my breasts with both hands, causing me to half-close my eyes and moan softly. I murmured like a dazed child,
"Ah!...Look at me like this...my clothes...are all messed up!...Then...then if I go out with all my clothes...wrapped up...I'll be even more...unpresentable!" He completely ignored what I was saying, moving the large glans of his penis to my wet vulva, smearing slippery love juice on my tender flesh. Xiao Yang's penis finally penetrated me, and combined with his skill in bed, I couldn't help but cry out loud. The deafening moans echoed throughout the small room.
And I was like a dam bursting, letting the "tidal wave of lust" flow freely, completely transforming me into a greedy, wanton, shameless "slut"... After Xiao Yang's penis entered my vagina, my reaction became passionate and unrestrained. I thrust my vulva repeatedly, actively seeking more friction and stimulation, while moaning:
"Oh!... You're so good!... You're making me..."
"Ah...!"
"Mmm...!"
My vagina, tightly wrapped around the large penis, overflowed with even more lustful fluid, wetting the entire vaginal cavity and walls, making me even more unbearably wanton, and I arched my buttocks, swaying gently. Then Xiao Yang simply grabbed my legs, spread them wide apart, and pushed them towards my chest until my whole body was curled up, my thighs clamped between my breasts, my feet pointing to the sky, and my buttocks hanging high off the bed.
He then used his shoulders to brace against my legs, pulling up my narrow skirt that was rolled up to my waist, all the way up to my navel, exposing my entire snow-white belly without any concealment. My plump, full, and prominent mons pubis stood out vividly and beautifully against the backdrop of a thick, dark tuft of pubic hair.
In this position, I could clearly see my labia flipping in and out of my vagina as his penis entered and exited. Ever since I first saw this, I had been incredibly excited. I loved this position and the sight of his penis entering and exiting my vulva.
With Xiao Yang's continuous thrusting, my vaginal secretions overflowed, repeatedly drawn out by his huge penis, filling my stretched-open, sunken vulva. When it could hold no more, it spilled out, flowing down my labia and down to my buttocks...
Xiao Yang's penis began to thrust powerfully and deeply into my vagina, each thrust penetrating deep inside, slamming the large glans against my cervix, causing me to scream with high-pitched moans. At that moment, I couldn't care less about anything else. I was enduring the penetration of his penis, caught up in the raging lust and pleasure, too busy enjoying the feeling of being filled to think about the shame of "cuckolding" my husband and "cheating."
Especially now, his penis was thrusting in and out of my vagina more and more rapidly, more and more powerfully, penetrating me again and again. His body was slamming against my erect mound, and deep inside me, his glans was slamming heavily against the ridges of my cervix. The intense pain pierced my heart, making me unable to stop myself from screaming and crying out to the heavens.
Just as I was dazed by the successive orgasms, I suddenly felt an emptiness inside me, followed by a hot spray on my chest and abdomen. Xiao Yang had ejaculated. He rolled over and lay down beside me, panting heavily, but I felt I still wanted more. Xiao Yang had awakened my primal desires; like my husband, he could no longer satisfy my continuous demands.
I went to the bathroom, but I didn't dare use soap. I rinsed off the semen with clean water and checked my clothes to make sure they weren't stained. After getting dressed, I left Xiao Yang lying on the bed and fled the hotel like a thief hiding from the police, only daring to flag down a taxi at the city police station.
Back home, I quickly took off my clothes and threw them into the washing machine. The hot water didn't dissipate the passion from earlier; I longed for my husband to be home so I could continue the encounter. Thinking about it, I even started masturbating, mimicking scenes from porn.
My husband was carried home by four colleagues. After seeing them off, I laboriously removed his shirt and wiped his body with a hot towel. Looking at his weak, erect penis, weakened by alcohol, I burst into tears.
Actually, Jingjing's account wasn't this detailed; I embellished it. But after hearing her recount her experience, I couldn't help but mount her again and thrust violently. We both fell into a deep sleep, exhausted. The next day, on the drive back to Taichung, she continued telling me why she frequented pubs to hunt for men.
After a long and tiring day with the car dealership owners, everyone was exhausted. The owner of Dechang Car Dealership suggested we go to a sauna to relax, so we sluggishly got into Yunxi's Mercedes and headed to a newly opened women's sauna on Daya Road. Along the way, the two women, as if they knew the place well, introduced me to the place. Women, when they get together, either complain about their husbands or talk about their figures.
They were all starting to gain weight, which inevitably led to their husbands cheating. Among these women, I was superior in figure and looks. From their compliments about my figure, I knew they were burning with jealousy.
For the sake of business, I unconsciously blurted out lies, making them practically fly with pride.
After parking the car, we entered the lavishly decorated sauna, found our lockers, and saw them starting to undress. I couldn't help but feel embarrassed. Although they were all women, being naked in public was still quite awkward for me, as it was my first time experiencing it.
Seeing that it was my first time there, they gathered around to comfort me. Gradually, after adjusting my mindset, I followed them into the bathhouse. The three of them split up to find massage tables and lay down. I, however, was shy and soaked alone in the large tub, enjoying the high-speed water jets.
The proprietress, Yunxi, was waiting because the bathhouse was full, and seeing me soaking alone, she came over to explain the equipment and some basic information about the sauna. Seeing them endure the high temperatures in the sauna to steam off their excess fat, I admired them greatly. I went in and out more than ten times. I simply couldn't stand the heat.
After the sauna torture (for me), I dried my hair and got a facial, then the group went to the relaxation area to drink and chat.
During our conversation, they kept praising the oil massage and urged me to try it. Encouraged by them, I followed them to the oil massage area, just to see what would happen.
Lying in a dimly lit little room, I wondered why they designed it like this, with such a confined space. About five minutes later, the proprietress of Yunxi and the head waiter brought in a tall, handsome man with slicked-back hair.
"Jingjing, since this is your first time here, let me introduce you to a masseur." "Isn't he a woman?" I exclaimed, startled. I quickly scrambled to my feet.
The proprietress smiled and leaned closer to me, trying to persuade me. After her words and the head waiter's assurances, I nodded in agreement to his services. Initially, I sat there staring at the man, but he seemed used to first-timers like me, reassuring me, "Try my oil massage skills first. If you're not satisfied, you can stop immediately." He served me, taking off his bathrobe and helping me lie face down on the small bed. He then covered me with a towel and began to massage my head. To lower my guard, he started chatting with me, and gradually I let down my guard, enjoying the service of his nimble fingers.
Knowing it was my first time, he used a gentle massage technique and massaged my body very carefully. His skill seemed quite good, so I closed my eyes and let him do as he pleased. After finishing the upper body, he slowly moved to the lower body. I felt something teasing my private parts; it turned out that while massaging my buttocks, he had deliberately teased my labia with his fingers.
It felt so good, so I let him do as he pleased. Soon, I was trembling uncontrollably, and his teasing increased my vaginal lubrication.
This man was indeed very skilled at flirting. After finishing, he gently helped me turn over. At this point, I had lost my initial reserve and began to be bolder. He covered my genitals with a towel, poured some hot oil on my chest, and caressed my breasts. His large, warm hands cupped around my breasts, gently kneading my nipples and massaging my breasts, which were neither too big nor too small.
A little while later, he moved to my thighs, calves, and small feet, kneading them until I felt light and airy.
Just when I could barely contain myself, he looked up and asked if I wanted the full
service or the half service. I asked him what the difference was between the two. After he explained, my desire was burning, and I agreed to the full service.
He moved back to my feet and started taking off his clothes. Suddenly, he put my toes in his mouth, his tongue carefully licking between all my toes. His tongue gradually moved up my calves, thighs, and mons pubis. He gently bit my groin ligaments, making me tremble all over. His lips and tongue teased my vulva. He would rhythmically suck on my clitoris, and sometimes tease my vagina with his tongue. Right now, I wanted him to insert his thick, hard penis deep into my vagina.
Just as I was about to lose control, he took out a small piece of something from inside his clothes. I peeked out and saw that he was taking out a condom and installing it. At that moment, I was waiting for him to insert it into my vagina, practically yearning for it to happen quickly. But he seemed to be teasing me. He lifted my legs, fully exposing my vulva and anus, and then continued to lick my clitoris and anus.
Ever since Xiao Zhang had licked me a few times, I craved having that area licked every time we made love. With his lick, I couldn't help but ask him to lick it a little longer. He was indeed quite skilled, carefully licking around my anus until I let out a satisfied moan. My
vagina felt like it was crawling with ants, incredibly itchy and numb. He gently turned me to the side, lifting one of my thighs with one hand, and his hot, hard penis smoothly entered my vagina. Then he moved in and out, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, without making a sound, but his strength was perfectly controlled—truly a professional. Although this was my first time hiring a male prostitute, his skills were a thousand times better than my husband's and Xiao Yang's.
Finally, he lifted me to the edge of the bed, grabbed my ankles, and raised my legs to penetrate me. He said my thighs were fair and tender, and praised my feet for being beautiful. He then put my feet in his mouth and sucked on them, licking my toes with his tongue. I was so excited I was completely out of control, and had no time to respond to him.
With a series of intense thrusts, I climaxed. His condom-covered penis trembled inside my vagina. My limp body was aroused by these tremors. I arched my hips, wanting to thrust a few more times before he softened. Seeing that I wasn't satisfied, after he withdrew, he used his nimble tongue to lick my clitoris, bringing me to a second orgasm. I watched him remove the condom, panting softly; it seemed there wasn't much inside.
It was the first time I had carefully examined a man's genitals. His wasn't very special, similar to my husband's. But his foreplay made up for it.
After he finished, he helped me to the small bathroom to wash me off, and I played with his penis for a bit. He carefully washed away the oil from my body with shower gel, then dried me off with a towel, helped me put on a bathrobe, and saw me to the door. Before leaving, he gave me a business card, telling me I could call him if needed or chat with him if I was bored.
I smiled, put the card away, and returned to the lounge area. On the way home, I remained silent, while the two women kept saying they felt completely relaxed. Seeing my silence, they smiled and told me not to worry. Actually, I was still immersed in the afterglow of my climax and didn't care about them. They had set me up like this simply to shut me up.
Those two women ended up in pretty bad shape; they became obsessed with male escorts, lost money, and almost got divorced by their husbands. I won't go into details here; you've probably seen their stories in the newspapers.
In my relationship with Xiao Yang, I was afraid of developing feelings, so it was always Xiao Yang who asked me out; I never took the initiative to ask him out.
I also felt that Xiao Yang only wanted my body. His reputation has never been very good.
One boring weekend night, Xiao Yang didn't come to see me again. While tidying my briefcase, I found the business card that man had given me last time. After thinking about it, I tried calling him. After he called back, he asked me to meet him at a pub on Wenxin Road. I had never been to a pub before, and I was very nervous going. When I got there, it was full of teenagers, and I felt very uncomfortable sitting there alone. I only felt relieved when he arrived.
That night, we just chatted. I didn't think about anything physical. He was on a long vacation, and I didn't want him to be too tired. We didn't leave until 2 a.m. During that time, he introduced me to many people and asked me to come and support him.
Alcohol is a strange thing. After drinking, the distance between people shrinks a lot. My parents also gave me a stomach that can drink. After getting to know a lot of people in the pub, I would go there whenever I was bored. I've been to almost every pub in Taichung.
However, I preferred going to a few specific places for the same atmosphere. One weekend night, I had sex with three men simultaneously for the first time.
I had lost a bet and, after drinking a bottle of ballantine, I followed three men to a motel in Phase 7 while still tipsy. Before the car even stopped, they had already stripped me naked.
They carried me to the room. I was so drunk that I didn't feel anything no matter what they did to me. They had also drunk quite a bit, because there wasn't much semen inside me.
The next day at noon, after showering, I saw the three men lying naked on the bed. I couldn't help but laugh and start playing with one of their penises. He woke up from my arousal, and I also felt aroused. Since they had already penetrated me the night before, I boldly shook the other two awake and posed lewdly to tease them.
Now that I was sober, I wanted to enjoy the experience of being served by three men. They offered to suck their penises, but I refused. They even mocked them, hurting their pride, and the three of them attacked almost simultaneously. I was happy to lie there and let the three of them satisfy me.
Two of them stroked and sucked my nipples, and I took the opportunity to masturbate them. Another one fiercely attacked my clitoris. My whole body trembled slightly as I enjoyed the feeling. The one attacking my genitals rubbed my vaginal opening with his penis, creating an intense itch that almost drove me to the brink of collapse!
I opened my eyes to look at him and saw me looking at him and smiling, as if I were mocking him. He got angry and thrust his penis in. I trembled and gradually closed my eyes. His attack made my heart beat twice as fast, and the rubbing and pinching of my breasts made my breathing rapid. I was already experiencing some pleasure, and a lewd and satisfied smirk appeared on my lips.
This smirk further aroused them.
After dozens of thrusts, the man was about to ejaculate. I told him not to ejaculate inside, and shortly after I finished speaking, he pulled out his penis and sprayed it onto my stomach. I felt a sudden emptiness inside as his penis withdrew. I grabbed a towel, wiped the semen off my stomach, and rolled over onto my stomach! I shook my vulva towards the man on my right, taunting him. As for the man on my left, I took his penis into my mouth and started sucking.
The man on my right pressed down on my buttocks with both hands, and his penis was fully inside. I didn't make a sound because my mouth was stuffed with an angry penis, but I tried to thrust my hips back to meet his thrusts, intensifying the pleasure. I couldn't help but moan and pant slightly, gripping his penis with both hands. My whole body trembled as if chilled, sinking into a state of ecstasy.
Just then! He ejaculated into my mouth. A strong smell of tap water and disinfectant hit my nose. As soon as his penis stopped trembling, I quickly spat out the semen from my mouth. The first man to ejaculate sat in his chair and said nonchalantly, "That's so nutritious! It's a waste to spit it out!"
I rolled my eyes at him and ignored him, continuing to thrust my hips in rhythm with his movements. I was overwhelmed by a powerful, surging attack, moaning with excitement. This man was quite resilient, thrusting into me repeatedly, bringing me to orgasm after orgasm. In the final, fierce attack, he actually ejaculated inside me.
Ignoring my state of excitement, I quickly rolled over and slapped him, then picked up the phone and called the front desk to ask her to call a taxi for me. While I was getting dressed, the three of them, seeing that I was angry, begged me to forgive them. I scolded them, telling them that when people go out to have fun, they should consider others and not prioritize their own pleasure at the expense of others' safety.
They kept trying to persuade me to stay, but I still got dressed and left, leaving three astonished faces watching me go.
When I got home, I quickly washed myself with a vaginal douche and then sprayed on feminine wash. Actually, since my miscarriage, I haven't been able to conceive easily. I just wasn't used to having a stranger's semen inside me.
We talked until we arrived in Taichung. I took her home first. After I went upstairs to relieve myself, I teased her a bit, and then, on the sofa, I lifted her skirt and started having sex with her without even taking off her clothes. Actually, having sex with clothes on is quite fun. Those with wives or girlfriends can try it sometime. I'm not one to make empty boasts.
Since Jingjing's husband came back, I haven't been able to meet her. To be honest, I've started using Jingjing as a sexual object. Bored, I was watching TV, wondering what to eat tonight, and decided to buy some ginger duck. So I drove to my usual restaurant on Zhongming South Road.
"Boss, one to go, plus an offal dish!"
Suddenly, someone called me. I turned around and saw it was Jingjing. There was a man next to her, whom Jingjing introduced as her husband. I wanted to leave quickly, but Jingjing and her husband insisted I stay for the meal. Do you know how uncomfortable this meal was? At her husband's enthusiastic invitation, the two of them drank a bottle of strong liquor.
I was incredibly nervous, afraid of saying the wrong thing, but Jingjing acted as if nothing was wrong.
Her husband has a high alcohol tolerance; I was already tipsy, but he was completely unaffected. After the ginger duck, her husband dragged me to her house to make tea. At her house! I finished two more bottles of Sichuan sorghum liquor I brought back from the mainland. Her husband, quite the worldly man, knew I was renting a place and actually offered to rent me a room.
During their detailed discussion, it turned out they had decided to do IVF to have a child; her husband had taken a month's leave specifically for this.
I only agreed to move in with her husband because of Jingjing's pressure. The rent was 5,000 yuan a month, including meals, but on the condition that I take care of Jingjing's daily life.
Jingjing had already included me in her plans while she and her husband were discussing this. Meeting them at the ginger duck restaurant was my bad luck; otherwise, I certainly wouldn't have eaten with her husband. With their diligent care, Jingjing finally got pregnant. A week before her husband returned to Shanghai, I moved in with them. Before moving in, I drank with her husband almost every day; once, the two of us even went to a sauna to see girls.
The next day, Jingjing gave me a good scolding, and her husband fared even worse; until he returned to the mainland, he looked like a panda with dark circles under his eyes.
After her husband left, I took his place and treated her with the utmost care, like my own wife. Women can be incredibly temperamental during pregnancy, and I was extremely tolerant to prevent any mishaps. Four months later, the doctor was satisfied that the fetus was normal and there were no problems. Her husband, whenever he had free time, would either call or pretend to go back to Taiwan for work.
It had been a long time since I'd had any release; her husband was having a great time! There are plenty of beautiful women in mainland China. He didn't need to worry at all. Meanwhile, I worked during the day and had to spend time with Jingjing at night. Plus, I was often taken care of by friends, so I was too exhausted to go out and find other women, resorting to masturbation. Finally, when her husband came back and I got paid, I sneaked off to a sauna for a good rest and some sex.
The next day, I went straight to work. When I got home, Jingjing was sitting angrily in the living room. She immediately demanded, "Where did you go last night?"
I casually replied, "Where I went is none of your business!" Then I went to my room to change. After coming out, I realized dinner wasn't cooked and asked, "Where's dinner?"
"What do I care about your dinner!" Jingjing said sarcastically.
"Hey! Miss! Get this straight, I'm not your husband! You're acting like this..." "Okay! Okay! You men are all like this!" Jingjing said unhappily.
Seeing things weren't going well, and worried that her anger might affect the baby, I quickly tried to appease her with a mix of sweet talk and lies. I originally thought her husband would stay for three to five days, but he flew back to the mainland early this morning! Only she, who had quit her job, was left at home. Her phone had run out of battery last night, and she'd forgotten to change it. She called me all day, but I didn't answer.
She's pregnant! She… oh well! Finally, under her persistent questioning, I confessed what happened last night, and she immediately turned on me.
"Bang!" The door slammed shut, leaving me standing there dumbfounded in the living room. So, if a woman ever asks you if you've done *that* kind of thing, never deny it, not even if she beats you to death.
The cold war lasted three or four days, until my shameless pleas finally brought a smile to Jingjing's face. After this incident with Jingjing, I was deeply considering how to correct her misconceptions. My living here was already inappropriate; continuing like this would cause problems for her family and me.
In the days that followed, I tried to instill some ideas in her, urging her to return to her behavior before her indiscretions.
She gradually accepted my teachings and wanted to be a good wife.
I skipped work on the weekend to take Jingjing for her six-month prenatal checkup. After dinner, I went to sleep. That evening, I had a dream, seemingly a wet dream, in which Jingjing was giving me a blowjob.
Gradually waking from the dream, I realized it really was Jingjing giving me a blowjob and hurriedly got up. Not wanting my hard work in teaching her kung fu to fail, I refused her advances, partly because I feared she might miscarry again, and partly because I wanted to maintain a normal friendship with her. In the end, I failed.
After she earnestly explained what the doctor had said that day, she also wanted me to have sex with her for the first time since she became pregnant.
My penis, swollen and painfully erect from Jingjing's ministrations, was painfully hard. I helped her lie down slowly, arching her legs, which were slightly swollen due to pregnancy. I pulled down her panties, which were soaked with vaginal discharge, revealing her long-unseen vulva. Her genitals looked much larger due to her swollen abdomen from pregnancy. She might have masturbated while I was asleep. It looked very wet now. I first tried licking her labia, then spread them apart, finding her clitoris, which had retracted inwards. Each lick sent shivers through Jingjing's body.
After several minutes of licking, her clitoris gradually became erect, and the long-absent vaginal discharge increased. Seeing that the time was right, I raised my penis and teased her thick labia with the glans, using it to lubricate her with some of her secretions. Jingjing seemed to be aroused as well; seeing me teasing her at the entrance without penetrating, she tried to thrust deeper.
After playing with her for a while, I was afraid she was getting too tired and couldn't bear to continue teasing her, so I slowly inserted myself.
"Ahhhhhh!" Jingjing let out a long moan.
I lowered my head and kissed her, whispering in her ear,
"Don't move around too much, it's bad for the baby."
She nodded at me with a wanton expression. "Mmm..." As I slowly thrust deeper, I could feel the glans pressing against something; I thought it must be the fetus!
After assuming some positions the doctor had instructed us on, we gradually got the hang of it. We started to get wild. Jingjing also let out wanton moans.
"Mmm, mmm," Jingjing groaned.
"Hmm, good! Good! I feel so good, mmm... mmm..."
I thrust into Jingjing's hole, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily, sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly.
"Tsk! Tsk!" The slight sounds of my penis during the thrusting mingled with Jingjing's moans, sounding incredibly beautiful.
My lower abdomen pressed tightly against her vaginal opening, the head of my penis, which was inserted and then withdrawn, teasing the G-spot that Jingjing had told me about last time.
"Ah!" she cried out
, "So good! So good! How can this be!" She gripped my arm tightly and said, "I... didn't know that sex during pregnancy... felt... so... good... I've already... had an orgasm...!" Her eyes were glazed, and she arched her upper body.
"I... am going to come again!" She enjoyed another orgasm.
She hugged my neck tightly, and because of her protruding lower abdomen, I arched my body to avoid putting pressure on her, my penis deeply thrusting into the depths of her vagina, feeling the peristalsis of her vaginal walls. This feeling was truly wonderful.
After resting for a while, I slowly began to thrust. I straightened up, looking at her breasts, swollen from pregnancy, and couldn't resist touching and kneading them. The swollen breasts hurt when rubbed, and Jingjing whimpered, begging me to be gentler.
I stopped touching them, feeling sorry for her. I slowly thrust in and out, carefully observing Jingjing's body changed due to pregnancy. So beautiful! No wonder they say pregnant women are the most beautiful. Just then, I felt my penis loosen, and quickly withdrew from Jingjing's vagina. Streams of semen sprayed onto Jingjing's protruding belly, slowly flowing down due to gravity.
I played with it with my fingers, and Jingjing moaned, "You're so naughty! Hurry up and wipe it off!" I laughed and wiped the semen clean with toilet paper, then helped Jingjing to the bathroom to shower. We played around in the bathroom for a while before coming out. After a simple dinner, we watched TV in the living room, and Jingjing fell into a deep sleep on my lap.
When I was staying at Jingjing's house, I sometimes really thought of her as my wife, which was a bit of a surreal feeling, especially when her husband came home; I would even feel jealous. As
the due date approached, I called her husband, asking him to come back two weeks before the due date, but he had some work-related issues and couldn't get away. Jingjing's temper was also getting worse. The day before the due date, I called several times urging him to come back.
At 2 AM, Jingjing frantically knocked on my door. She said the contractions had started, and her husband was stuck in Hong Kong and had missed the last flight. I was completely lost and didn't know what to do. I hurriedly called the hospital emergency room, and the nurse asked me to calculate the frequency and duration of the contractions. There was also blood when Jingjing went to the toilet.
By 5 AM, the contractions were occurring every ten minutes. I quickly packed my things, left a note for Jingjing's husband, and drove straight to Cheng Ching Hospital's emergency room. After watching Jingjing being wheeled into the delivery room, a nurse took me to fill out a bunch of forms. A problem arose when I was filling out the consent form: I wasn't her husband!
After some discussion, I signed it on her behalf, and her husband would sign it later when he returned. After paying some fees, I went to the delivery room. Jingjing was already in excruciating pain and cursing incoherently. As soon as I arrived, she launched into a tirade. Seeing that the other women in the beds were in similar situations, I could only smile and let her rant.
During this time, Jingjing kept insisting on a C-section. However, her husband repeatedly told me that she absolutely had to have a natural birth because Jingjing's implantation rate was already very low, and he was worried that a C-section would make it difficult for her to conceive in the future.
Jingjing grabbed my hand, pinching and biting it, leaving a lot of bruises. I called my company at 8:30 to say I was out, and it wasn't until 11:25 that the doctor agreed to let Jingjing enter the delivery room. About ten minutes after Jingjing was wheeled in, her husband finally arrived.
After briefly explaining the situation to him and taking him to fill out the necessary forms, I went home to sleep. I had just gotten home when her husband called to tell me that she had successfully given birth to a boy. After hanging up, I happily fell asleep on the sofa.
Since the arrival of the baby, my life has been completely disrupted. Fortunately, the elders of Jingjing's family came to help, giving me a temporary respite. However, Jingjing and her husband's family are quite large, and they couldn't stay here to help indefinitely. Six months later, her husband brought her and the baby to live with them in mainland China, while they allowed me to continue living in their home until I bought my own house. Now, their house is occupied by her brother-in-law, and every year I have to start preparing red envelopes for my godson who was pregnant and born alongside him.
Since the baby's birth, Jingjing's temper has become very bad. She gets angry easily, and the baby disrupts her entire life. Later, after discussing it with her and her husband, we decided to bring Jingjing and the baby to mainland China so they could take care of them more easily and avoid traveling between the two places. Some items that needed packing had already been sent to her husband's factory and would be shipped in with the container;
all that was left was to obtain the Taiwan Compatriot Permit before the trip. When the travel agency brought the plane tickets and documents, Jingjing completely changed. We started discussing whether she should go or not. We talked for two days, and for the sake of our family's happiness, I promised her that her past foolish behavior would be a thing of the past.
She would go to the mainland and start anew as a good wife and mother. The night before she left, after the child fell asleep, she came to the living room. She watched TV with me, and I reluctantly held her while we watched. Around 11 PM, I went to take a shower to prepare for bed. When I came out of the bathroom, the living room was dark.
I thought Jingjing had probably gone to sleep too. I went into the room, and Jingjing was lying naked on my bed.
It was the first time I had seen Jingjing naked since the baby was born; stretch marks were clearly visible on her lower abdomen and thighs.
After getting into bed, we didn't say much. I first kissed her deeply and caressed her. Her figure had indeed changed slightly due to pregnancy, and her abdominal muscles were loose. Her nipples and areolas had turned from pink to black. The biggest change was in her vulva; previously, Jingjing's labia minora were slightly exposed, but now they were covered by her swollen labia majora. In other words, her vulva was much larger.
Jingjing kept her eyes tightly closed, like a virgin, unlike her previous passionate and wanton self. I started caressing her breasts, navel, and clitoris along her pink neck. I began to caress her with my tongue and fingers.
"Mmm, ah~ mmm..." With the movement of my tongue, she was already in the mood.
Jingjing's full breasts. They were so elastic; I couldn't believe these were breasts that had given birth. I had heard rumors that women's breasts and vaginas would become loose after childbirth, but that was a complete lie!
"Mmm~ ah mmm~" Amidst pleasurable gasps, our lips met again.
Her nipples hardened from the touch of my fingers, and her skin turned red. My fingers moved faster and faster.
"Ah, ha, mmm~ pillar~"
Soon! My right hand slid from her nipple to her thigh. I kept touching her labia with my fingers. Love juices flowed like tears, soaking the sheets. I inserted my fingers deeper into Jingjing's clitoris. My right hand caressed her clitoris, while my left index finger rubbed her anus.
These two pleasures brought her to her climax.
My penis was already hard, and I wondered why Jingjing was like this today? Or was this their final farewell sex?
My penis, as hot as a fire stick, was already hard like a raging horse, and a little fluid had seeped from the tip. I grabbed her ankles and bent her two pink legs behind her head, so that her plump vulva between her thighs was completely exposed. Her two large red labia majora were slightly open, and the cleft in the middle was still a little moist, surrounded by thick black pubic hair.
I used my fingers to separate the pubic hair on both sides, and then inserted my fingers into the slightly open and wet cleft, grasped the hard and slightly trembling clitoris, and began to touch that rose-colored little thing that looked like a button.
Holding Jingjing's small hand, I lowered my head and inserted my tongue into her vulva. An indescribable expression of pleasure immediately appeared on Jingjing's face. As I buried my tongue between her labia, kissing and licking her passionately, then took her clitoris into my mouth, gently sucking and biting until she was almost driven mad with pleasure, shaking violently, thrusting her vulva high, and moaning, "Ah...ah! So good!" I sucked and licked every part of Jingjing's trembling vulva until she convulsed, letting out a soft "ouch" before her body went limp.
Is it true that it's easier to orgasm after having children?
At this moment, I knelt down and leaned over Jingjing's tender body. I held her slender waist with my right hand and wrapped my arms around her neck with my left. I pressed my lips against her moist and slightly parted cherry lips, kissing her passionately, licking her, and gently chewing her tongue, sucking her saliva. At the same time, I rubbed my chest against her two high breasts, and my legs kept stretching and wriggling.
My body pressed tightly against Jingjing's soft, white body, and I rubbed my feet against her delicate little feet, while my penis rubbed against her smooth, soft abdomen and the area around her vulva. I straightened up, grasped my penis, and assumed a ready position.
Jingjing's two pink legs automatically parted to the sides. Holding my penis, I began to rub it against her two white, tender thighs and the area around her vulva. Then, I inserted the head of my penis into Jingjing's slightly trembling, wet slit.
"Ugh! Wait! It hurts!" Jingjing suddenly cried out.
"Wait a minute! My incision still hurts."
It turned out that the doctor had cut her perineum during childbirth, and now the incision was inexplicably painful. I remained still, watching Jingjing's pained expression.
I was caught between two uneasy positions. I gently asked Jingjing, "Does it hurt a lot?" "Mmm!" Jingjing nodded. After a moment of stalemate, I slowly thrust in, because maintaining that position was exhausting.
I pushed in again with a spiral motion. She closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and her cherry-like lips parted slightly, a happy and comfortable smile gradually appearing on her face.
Her two jade-like arms wrapped around my body like ivy. My penis was fully inserted into her vagina, her labia swollen and flattened. Her vagina was so tight it enveloped my penis completely. I began to slowly thrust in and out.
The penetration caused her vaginal fluids to flow freely, producing a series of "plop!" sounds.
Jingjing moaned comfortably, "Oh! Oh!"
Each time my penis went in, she instinctively lifted her pink buttocks and arched them upwards. The wound probably didn't hurt anymore. After a period of gentle, slow thrusting, the pace suddenly quickened. I thrust harder and faster, causing Jingjing to writhe her plump, white buttocks in response. Soon, Jingjing let out another groan of intense pleasure, arching her buttocks upwards and twisting her body a few times before tilting her head back.
Her secretions continued to gush out like a hot spring from an unseen source, soaking both of our genitals and the sheets beneath her.
I thrust even harder, increasing the speed of my movements, my penis rapidly entering and exiting her vagina, twisting and turning. The point of our union made a constant "squelch! squelch!" sound.
The continued flow of Jingjing's secretions provided a unique stimulation, bringing my pleasure to a peak. After a series of violent thrusts, I held her body tightly and groaned, then my head drooped limply, pressing against Jingjing's face.
Meanwhile, my thick penis, which had been thrusting in and out of Jingjing's vagina, throbbed and ejaculated a stream of hot, sticky fluid that shot all the way into her cervix. Jingjing bit her cherry lips, shivering all over. After soaking in Jingjing's vagina for a while, my penis gradually softened, and I reluctantly withdrew it from her vagina. Jingjing remained lying on her back, a happy and satisfied smile on her beautiful face. I wiped
my wet penis with toilet paper from the bedside table, then held Jingjing, and the two of us fell asleep.
The next morning! When I woke up, the little devil was lying next to Jingjing. Jingjing had probably breastfed him and then brought him to sleep with her.
I washed up first and then woke Jingjing.
We didn't say a word the whole way, driving Jingjing and the little devil. It wasn't until I helped Jingjing get her boarding pass and took her to the customs area on the second floor that Jingjing left without looking back, tears streaming down her face.
This affair story ended there. The couple always come back during the Lunar New Year and visit my house. Every year, I prepare a red envelope for my godson to give me a New Year's greeting.
Extramarital Affair (Part Two) Adapted Version
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I really can't find this one; I'm rewriting it based on my memory of the plot.
When I wrote this one, it was very short; I remember it was only 5 or 6 KB in TXT format. Now I'm rewriting it, adding fantastical elements.
This is completely different from the original; I think I'm getting more and more perverted!
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"Can you get me out of this mess?" said Xiangjun, my senior, lying in the bathtub. The water was stained red with her blood. I quickly used a towel to bandage the wound on her hand. Then I dialed 119 to ask the fire department to send an ambulance.
I'm currently a fifth-year vocational school student and live with my senior; we don't have any special romantic relationship.
I'm just a smokescreen she created to get rid of her boyfriend. She let me live in her house, charging only 3,000 yuan a month in rent. However, the condition was that I would play the role of her new boyfriend in public.
She was three years older than me. I joined the calligraphy club during freshman year recruitment, drawn by her beauty, and that's how we met. Her family was very wealthy, but her mother had only given birth to her and then disappeared without a trace. Her father, naturally, kept a mistress.
I originally shared an apartment with three classmates, right next to hers. Her mother fled to Canada because the Americans wanted to sever ties with us; rich people are really afraid of death. Her mother married her father, who was twelve years older than her, very early, and was only eighteen when she gave birth to my senior, Xiangjun. Looking at photos of the mother and daughter, one would think they were sisters.
I moved into her house a year after she graduated, during the summer before my senior year of college. She wanted to get rid of a boyfriend of the same age who was harassing her, so she asked me to move in with her to play a role. Her boyfriend was the youngest son of a high-ranking military officer, and perhaps he inherited the military's tendency to demand obedience. My senior, Xiangjun, couldn't stand his attitude and wanted to get rid of him.
I had only been living here a few days when he brought his men to the school to ambush me and beat me up. The drill instructor, fearing his father's power, forbade me from reporting it to the police. From then on, I began to look down on the drill instructor and constantly opposed him.
The drill instructor also had no temper with me because he handled the beating incident in a cowardly manner.
My senior, Xiangjun, stormed into her ex-boyfriend's father's house and told him all about her son's wicked behavior. Despite being a soldier, he still had a sense of honor and had his son hung up and beaten severely. Then, he sent his servant to deliver fruit and 5,000 yuan for my medical expenses. Back then, 5,000 yuan was almost two months' salary for a factory worker.
After dealing with her personal relationship issues, Xiangjun didn't ask me to move out. My classmate Zhiming, who was renting the same place, had already moved in with his previous female classmate from the business school. I originally wanted to move back, but I couldn't stand Zhiming's roommate, who often walked around in her underwear, showing great disrespect to my other, single classmate, Junhao.
That slut also accused my lonely classmate Junhao of stealing her underwear and peeping at her while she showered. I stood by Junhao because I knew his character. He moved out and rented a place with other classmates.
Zhiming was left alone, burdened with the enormous apartment rent. Out of desperation, he started working as a valet at a nightclub at night. His live-in girlfriend soon dropped out of school to work as a prostitute at the same nightclub. She didn't last long there before dumping Zhiming and becoming a kept woman for a wealthy businessman. After losing his woman, Zhiming finally turned back to apologize to us, his close friends.
But Zhiming's mindset had shifted to living to exploit women. It was something I never expected that my senior, Xiangjun, would fall in love with him. I have to blame myself for bringing Xiangjun to our barbecue party.
I've had a crush on Xiangjun since I first entered university in my freshman year. She was the one who greeted the new students, and she was my dream girl. I
was overjoyed to move into her house. But all I ever saw at her house was her wearing shorts, revealing her long, slender, white legs. Xiangjun always treated me like a junior, and we never crossed any lines. After that barbecue party, I had no idea that Zhiming and Xiangjun had become lovers.
Zhiming was incredibly good at keeping it a secret; Junhao and I, who spent every day together, didn't notice anything amiss.
Zhiming's night job already made him quite well-off, and after Xiangjun helped him out, he actually bought a Yulon Bluebird. Junhao and I almost asked Zhiming to help us get a job as a parking attendant.
A parking attendant could buy a Bluebird? My dad, a factory manager, drives a Yulon 301.
After Junhao and I started working as parking attendants, Zhiming had already been promoted to foreman, not long after! With his shrewd social skills, he was transferred to the bar as the assistant manager, introducing girls to customers and helping them earn more tips.
The girls in the bar now needed to curry favor with him to increase their table count and bonuses, and more and more women were being taken advantage of by Zhiming. He was quite generous, providing several women for Junhao and me to sleep with. For Xiangjun's sake, I remained a virgin.
Junhao was already Zhiming's shadow, having tasted the pleasures of sex, he had fallen in love with women's vaginas.
Junhao, by Zhiming's side, could pick up the women he was tired of, like a gladiolus clinging to a tree trunk, absorbing nutrients. Their dissolute lifestyle was a bit much for me, and I tried to reason with them! All I got in return was laughter. Our best friend relationship continued like this.
It wasn't until we entered fifth grade that I discovered Zhiming and Xiangjun's affair. That day! The practical course instructor was going to take the technician promotion exam as an assessor, leaving us free to do as we pleased. Zhiming, who frequently missed classes, was already on probation. Because of family reasons, Junhao and I couldn't go to school like Zhiming, so we both forced ourselves to stay awake.
That day! I got home at eleven o'clock, wanting to get a good night's sleep. But as soon as I entered, I heard a woman's painful groans coming from the living room sofa, interspersed with heavy breathing from a man. I peeked out and saw two fleshy worms entwined on the floor. I stood there, stunned, unable to move. Zhiming's penis, which had been inside countless women, was now inside my dream girl—Xiangjun.
"Hey! A woman's cunt is meant for us men's dicks!" Zhiming said to me as I chug beer. "You've lived here for almost a year, leaving this beautiful cunt untouched, you idiot!" Before Zhiming could finish, I had already overturned the table and punched him. Junhao quickly stopped me, preventing my impulse. Taking a punch to the nose, Zhiming coldly said:
"Idiot! Wanting to eat but not doing anything!" "For the sake of our friendship, I'll show you just how depraved women can be!"
"My cold war with Zhiming has begun!" My colleague Xiaohu paused, took a sip of beer to moisten her throat. I continued listening to him, ignoring my next client visit.
Zhiming and Xiangjun started having sex everywhere—the living room, the kitchen, the bathroom, the stairwell. The worst time was when Zhiming deliberately had Xiangjun, who was leaning against the balcony railing, on the balcony, and even bragged about it to me, who had just finished class. I stood there watching Zhiming enter and exit my dream girl, and he even made her turn around and eat his semen.
Why did Xiangjun let him do whatever he wanted? I don't know! In front of me, she still presented a pitiful and charming appearance, unlike the wanton side I saw during sex. After getting dressed, she reverted to her girlish reserve. I even went to the bookstore to look through psychology books about this.
With the information available at the time, I couldn't find the answer I was looking for. For her sake, I continued to remain a virgin. Once she sees Zhiming's true colors, she'll come back to me.
After the severing of diplomatic ties between Taiwan and the US, the economy began to boom. After Zhiming helped her father secure clients in the business world several times, their relationship became very close, and he was practically her father's right-hand man. Her mother finally couldn't stand the boring life of being a stay-at-home mom abroad and ran back to Taiwan. Her mother's return made Xiangjun and Zhiming afraid to have sex at home. I was genuinely happy for a while, as Zhiming, who had been expelled from school, was now working with Xiangjun's father.
Xiangjun's mother and her husband had no sexual relationship whatsoever. She insisted that I stay, treating me like a son. I had only seen Xiangjun's father once, when I was parking his car at the shop; I had never seen him in this house. I felt indignant for my godmother, but I was powerless to do anything about it.
Watching my godmother's husband and Zhiming indulging in a life of debauchery, I was helpless. All I could do was offer my care and concern to this 39-year-old woman, the mother of my dream girl, who had a 21-year-old daughter. Many things happened this year, one after another.
My virginity, which I had preserved for Xiangjun, was taken by my godmother.
Xiangjun's father finally suffered a cerebral hemorrhage and was hospitalized. My godmother kicked out his mistress, who had given birth to his son, from the company and officially took over her business. As the saying goes, "The most poisonous heart is a woman's!"
My godmother paid people to tie up that mistress and gang rape her for several days, driving her insane and sending her to a mental hospital. She also broke the testicles of their five-year-old son, rendering him incapable of having children. I only learned about this much later when my godmother casually mentioned it.
Zhiming lost his backer and returned to work at the hotel. I thought to myself, "Heaven has eyes!"
During the summer vacation, at my godmother's request, I quit my nightly hotel parking job and went to work for her company.
With the efforts of me, Xiangjun, and my godmother, the company completely controlled the internal power struggles after the boss fell ill. After the dynasty was established, a series of killings to eliminate dissidents ensued, and mistresses and old shareholders were kicked out of the company one by one.
When my godmother held the shareholder register after the company's reorganization and laughed wildly at her own name as the person in charge, that was the night she took my virginity. Exhausted after a long day, I took a shower, put on my BVD underwear, and lay down to sleep. That night! I had a night of erotic dreams.
I dreamt that Xiangjun finally came into my arms, she helped me take off my only underwear, grabbed my penis that I had just masturbated, and sucked and licked it fiercely, as if to compensate for the emptiness of neglecting me for so long. In the dream! My clumsy movements made her tell me to lie still and let her serve me.
My penis finally entered Xiangjun's vagina. The dream was so real. I watched my glans slowly disappear into Xiangjun's plump, voluptuous vagina. I wanted to freeze the scene; the heat my penis felt inside her body made me unable to believe it was a dream.
Watching my penis thrust in and out of her beautiful cunt, I ejaculated instantly. I released so much semen. After my orgasm, Xiangjun straddled me, looking at me unsatisfied. My semen was dripping down her thighs from her cunt, some even landing directly on my chest.
This wasn't a dream! I was really making love with Xiangjun. I quickly got up to lick her beautiful cunt, dripping with my semen.
My penis instantly became erect again. Clumsily, I pressed down on Xiangjun's body to fuck her. She was on all fours like a dog, and my penis thrust wildly against her ass.
Unable to find the entrance, suddenly! Her hand reached out from between her legs and grabbed my penis. Guided by her, I once again entered the cunt I had dreamed of. This time, I didn't ejaculate so quickly. I wanted to compete with Zhiming in stamina. Her moans made me believe that I could satisfy her better than Zhiming.
My thrusting back and forth, along with her limp body, became a series of up-and-down thrusts into that cunt. She was already moaning so loudly her voice was hoarse. The semen that had flowed into her vagina from my previous ejaculation was being stirred up by my thrusting, like egg whites rising in a cake. When I ejaculated a second time, I didn't stop. I kept thrusting until she was so turned on that she slammed her forehead against the spring mattress.
I ejaculated a total of five times. Her inner thighs, anus, and pubic hair were covered in foamy semen. Finally, she pressed her beautiful buttocks against me, refusing to let me penetrate her any longer.
"No! If you continue, I'll get hurt!" she said.
I kept my penis inside her, holding her as we slept. She gripped my arms tightly, and we fell asleep like that. The next day! I woke up and rushed to the bathroom to pee. The woman sitting naked on the toilet was my godmother, not Xiangjun. I then remembered that Xiangjun had gone to Kaohsiung on a business trip the previous evening.
I had slept with my godmother! I even lost control of my bladder. After washing her buttocks with the showerhead, my godmother knelt in front of me and began to give me oral sex. I was completely confused. How could I have sex with my godmother? The person I love is Xiangjun.
I was like a wooden doll, letting my godmother move my body around. She bathed me, soaped me, rinsed me, and dried me off, then pulled me back to my room to get dressed. She drove me to the company, and I didn't know what I was doing all day! During the evening's social gathering, my godmother kept putting food into my bowl, and I mechanically stuffed the food into my mouth.
That night! My godmother dragged me to her room to sleep, and she sucked on me three more times. I wandered around the room naked. My godmother was already satisfied and asleep. I knocked on Xiangjun's door, and she let me in and sat on the bed, looking at me expressionlessly.
I told her about being raped by her mother, without any expression or words coming from her. I confessed my love for her, and then she slapped me, waking me up. She didn't kick me out of the room; she cuddled me in her pajamas and slept with me. The next day! I grabbed a small bag and ran back to my dad's house.
Three days later, Xiangjun came to my house and took me back. She let me sleep with her mother. I could only feel more at ease if I treated my godmother like Xiangjun. Zhiming started vying for my attention again because his boss, his backer, had suffered a second stroke and was no longer considered a patient by the doctors. I was also jealous and fought with him.
I tried to please my godmother in front of her and entertain her in bed, but! I failed! Zhiming's rich sexual experience conquered my godmother. She learned from Xiangjun that I was living with her, and that my godmother had been penetrated by Zhiming's penis after drinking too much at a social event.
My godmother started to complain about my skills in bed. I didn't know she had already had sex with Zhiming. I tried watching pornographic videos, learning strange positions to satisfy her, but women can't be satisfied forever. My godmother asked me to bring her a clean set of clothes to the restaurant, and the person who opened the door was Zhiming! My godmother was taking a shower.
Looking at the bag Zhiming gave me, the clothes stained with semen, and the way he swaggered in to open the door,
I knew! I had lost again! I went back to my original room to sleep. Zhiming officially moved in, taking my place in my godmother's bed. Xiangjun still had that same attitude, making me wonder if she had something wrong with her head.
In the third month of becoming my godmother, a month after Zhiming took my place, Xiangjun attempted suicide in the bathroom. Luckily, I skipped class that day and saved her life. Having failed to snatch Zhiming back from her mother, she chose suicide.
We moved out of the house together. She worked as an accountant at a food store, and I quit my job at my godmother's to focus on finishing my remaining year of studies.
Xiangjun was finally my woman. Our sex life was very ordinary and normal. I was content with living with Xiangjun. She never had the spoiled air of a rich girl. We were like a loving young couple, living together.
But! Xiangjun still left me.
My colleague Xiaohu couldn't continue, tears streaming down his face. I had to drink with him to calm him down so he could finish the story. After drinking three bottles of Taiwan Beer, he continued.
After Xiangjun and I escaped her mother's control, she took care of my daily life, paying for my rent and living expenses with her meager salary. She was quite content and told me not to work and to focus on my studies. I also worked hard and finished the seven credits I had missed in the previous semester.
During the summer vacation, I worked at her company's food factory. I gave her my entire first month's salary, and she took me to a Western restaurant for a good meal. She was fulfilling her duties as a wife and wanted to make up for her past messy relationship with Zhiming. I kept telling her not to care about her past, but she was still worried that I would look down on her.
She started keeping a close eye on me. There were many female workers in the food factory, and I, a young man, was very popular there. Xiangjun's jealousy began to grow. After receiving my second month's salary, she forbade me to go to work. She wanted to isolate me from the opposite sex. Her attitude actually made me happy. She was jealous when other women talked to me, which meant she loved me.
Her jealousy drove me to work harder on her beautiful cunt. To hold onto my heart, she imitated the actresses in pornographic films, entertaining me in bed. No matter how tired she was from work, she tried her best to imitate the positions of the actresses in the videos to release my pent-up desires, like a dog in heat.
In the second semester of fifth grade, she became pregnant. I panicked. My family couldn't afford to raise the child. They were already struggling to pay for my private school tuition, and I didn't dare tell them. I wanted Xiangjun to have an abortion, but she cried and said I despised her. I explained my family's situation to her, but she said she would take responsibility for raising the child.
I couldn't persuade her otherwise, so I had to let her continue working despite her unmarried pregnancy. Back then! Being pregnant out of wedlock meant enduring strange looks and gossip from those around us, but Xiangjun silently endured it all. I finally graduated. She was also five months pregnant, her belly bulging. Only then did I dare to tell my family the truth.
While waiting for my military service, my father helped me and Xiangjun secure positions at her factory. Xiangjun was already part of my family. My mother was overjoyed about her unborn grandson. Before I received my enlistment notice, my father arranged for me to marry Xiangjun. Xiangjun's mother and Zhiming attended my wedding banquet together.
Having grown tired of many women, Zhiming, after the wedding banquet, turned his attention back to Xiangjun. Less than two weeks after my marriage, I enlisted. Zhiming then blackmailed her with old nude photos of Xiangjun. He didn't want money; he had already obtained a large sum from Xiangjun's mother. What he wanted was Xiangjun's voluptuous and alluring body after her pregnancy.
I was completely unaware of this because Xiangjun couldn't tell me. Zhiming threatened to send the nude photos to my father's factory manager's office, forcing the pregnant Xiangjun to have sex with him. Zhiming forced Xiangjun to come home after work or on Sundays when she was off work, where he could rape her.
Xiangjun's mother was taken back to Canada by Zhiming to handle some matters. Xiangjun wanted to go back to her parents' home, but my parents didn't notice anything amiss. Back then, a VCR cost over 80,000 NT dollars, and that perverted Zhiming actually spent 400,000 NT dollars on one to record his horrific rape of Xiangjun.
Xiangjun endured it from me for three months, until Zhiming, even after her water broke, continued to rape her while she was in labor.
On the night of her child's one-month celebration, Xiangjun hanged herself. Before she died, she sent me a ten-page suicide note. My parents kept the news of Xiangjun's death a secret from me. I only received the suicide note a week later and rushed home to see Xiangjun one last time.
I didn't dare tell my parents the reason for Xiangjun's suicide. Xiangjun was such a virtuous daughter-in-law; I couldn't let them grieve any further. I only told them to assume it was postpartum depression. Growing increasingly enraged, after returning to my unit, I deserted while on guard duty one night, carrying my weapon. I rushed to Xiangjun's parents' house and, while Zhiming was having sex with Xiangjun's mother who had just returned from abroad, grabbed his hair and severed his erect penis with a sharpened bayonet.
I left my screaming godmother, covered in blood, and returned to my unit to turn myself in. The political instructor and company commander immediately took me to Xiangjun's parents' house. My godmother, engrossed in sexual pleasure, was unaware that her daughter had been driven to death by the man beside her.
The political instructor was a smart man and immediately understood the family's complicated situation. He instructed the company commander to explain to the police and military police.
My godmother only learned of Xiangjun's death after seeing the suicide note I gave her. It was too late for regrets; according to Xiangjun's wishes, she had already been cremated and laid to rest on her favorite beach. After this incident, the company commander used every means to suppress the military police, while the political instructor placed me under his supervision. Military matters can be serious or minor.
Reporting this would make it difficult for the company commander and political instructor to get promoted. My godmother used her connections to make Zhiming's wound fester, requiring three surgeries, and the doctor completely removed his remaining penis. This serious assault case, thanks to my godmother's money and pressure on Zhiming, ensured I was released. My
remaining service time passed quickly. After my discharge, I went to the beach every day to remember Xiangjun. My daughter has Xiangjun's shadow in her; I didn't know how to explain to her where her mother was. My godmother came to see me several times, wanting me to help at her company, but I only wanted to be with the daughter Xiangjun had given birth to and refused her offer.
My daughter's smile made me forget my resentment. Zhiming's fate was also tragic; having lost his male testicles, he became increasingly feminine. Originally handsome, he started dressing as a woman, and his godmother continued to support him, abusing him and causing her to lose a daughter. I only learned of Zhiming's condition when I took my daughter home for Chinese New Year.
His godmother sent him to America for surgery, where a section of his intestines was removed to create a vagina, replacing his male genitalia. My godmother insisted I stay the night. After putting my daughter to sleep, Zhiming knelt naked before me, and my godmother told me to handle it myself.
She showed me footage of Zhiming abusing Xiangjun, trying to provoke my anger. I was truly furious. Looking at the footage of Xiangjun bound like a pig, I raised my leg to kick Zhiming. But I couldn't bring myself to do it. Zhiming begged for my forgiveness, and my heart softened! I turned and went back to my room to sleep with my daughter.
But the cries of Zhiming after his gender reassignment surgery kept coming, and I didn't want to watch how my godmother abused him. My godmother coaxed my daughter to stay, and my daughter, who adored this grandmother, begged me to stay. I love my daughter dearly, and I couldn't refuse her. I stayed for a month, and my godmother constantly tried to provoke my abusive tendencies towards Zhiming.
Honestly, I was infected by my godmother's twisted psychology, but I couldn't let my daughter's mind be corrupted from a young age. After sending her home, I told my parents I was going to work here. My father was happy that I had overcome my longing for Xiangjun and was starting to work and earn money.
I worked at the company during the day and abused Zhiming with my godmother at night. Ever since returning from surgery abroad, after being searched and given strange looks by customs at the airport, Zhiming refused to leave the house, spending all his time at home waiting for his godmother's abuse at night. I'm not a psychologist, and I'm too lazy to explore his psychological changes.
The first time I abused him, I actually stood aside, observing the changes in his body. He, who already had health issues exempting him from military service, was completely different from my previous impression. His already thin body now had silicone implants in his chest, making them bulge. His small breasts and areolas were exaggeratedly prominent at the tips, and his nipples were very small—male nipples are naturally small.
Even after the surgery, he still had a lot of pubic hair, but his labia were strangely large.
"I asked the doctor to do this!" my godmother said.
She ordered him to lie down and spread his legs so I could see clearly. I didn't want to touch Zhiming; after all, he was my former classmate and best friend. My godmother inserted and rubbed his private parts, and I could see Zhiming's pained expression. My godmother, however, happily said, "Feels good, doesn't it! You slut!"
Seeing her perverted behavior, I couldn't help but reach out to stop my godmother's abuse of Zhiming. Zhiming looked at me gratefully. Now that he was my godmother's possession, he couldn't live without her, so he had to continue living here!
"Do you think I don't want to leave here?" "After my godmother left, Zhiming said to me during our conversation. 'I can't hate you for cutting off my penis because of Xiangjun's death! I...I...I can only rely on you and her from now on!' Looking at Zhiming like this, I actually started to feel sorry for him. It was me who cut off her genitals (Zhiming had already undergone gender reassignment surgery, it was time to respect him as she was). After this conversation, Zhiming stopped confiding in me and silently endured his godmother's abuse.
At this point, my colleague Xiaohu was already drunk, and I couldn't hear what he was saying. I had to help him home first and then slowly dig out the story hidden deep in his heart!
My colleague Xiaohu started avoiding me, not wanting to tell me what happened afterward. No matter how much I begged him, he wouldn't agree. I could only wait for the opportunity when he wanted to tell me. Finally, after three months, after drinking at the year-end banquet, he came to my house and continued to tell me what happened afterward.
I hate this godmother. Back then, she knew that Xiangjun and Zhiming had a relationship, but she still had an affair with Zhiming." According to Zhiming, his godmother seduced him first, which suited his desire after losing his backer. The time I delivered clothes to the restaurant was their third time making love. Zhiming's penis and his extensive sexual experience at the time were no match for mine.
I wasn't jealous because the person I loved was Xiangjun; I was even happier that they were having an affair. I knew Xiangjun was almost mine. I gave up my place in my godmother's bed, also for the sake of having Xiangjun. I loved her unconditionally. I didn't endure it for long before moving in with Xiangjun.
You know, I still remember my first time with Xiangjun. She was like a virgin, hiding under the covers. It took a lot of effort for me to pry open her legs and insert my penis into her beautiful vagina. I couldn't bear to thrust;
I just let my penis soak in her juicy vagina. I lay on top of her all night, neither of us sleeping, staring at each other with wide eyes. That night, Xiangjun learned of my feelings for her; she had completely transferred her love for Zhiming to me. I didn't save Xiangjun back then, and maybe I wouldn't be like this now, or I might be living in their house as my godmother's plaything.
"You've already told me this, tell me about living at your godmother's house and Zhiming!" I didn't want to hear his story anymore, urging him to tell the rest.
My sexual relationship with Zhiming was related to his increasingly woman-like behavior. My godmother dressed her up every day, making her skin better and better. Her toes, tightly wrapped in gauze, were no longer as thick and round as a man's, and her leg hair, after being plucked with wax, stopped growing. This change allowed Zhiming to finally dare to go out a year later. As long as she didn't make a sound, no one would think she had ever been a man.
When she went out, she started wearing a women's bra and only went out after she was properly dressed. I am a man, I also have needs, but I refused my godmother's advances. I hated her, I hated her to death!
That day! Because I had drunk too much at a business dinner the night before, I stayed home watching TV, not wanting to go to work. Zhiming, returning from shopping in high heels, rubbed her toes, which ached from the shoes. Her posture aroused me; I actually got an erection!
I leaned forward, grabbed Zhiming's foot, and played with it. She lay down, letting me caress her beautifully maintained feet. Her barely visible panties made me want to look at her vulva. I hadn't looked at her vulva since that close observation a year ago, and now I really wanted to see her large labia.
She seemed to know my thoughts; lying down, she unbuttoned her suit jacket, revealing her front-fastening bra, which easily exposed her breasts. Her areolas were pink—how did she do that without me noticing? I leaned down to kiss her breasts and suckle her nipples. Her breasts felt like they were stuffed with plastic bags.
I could feel the silicone bags inside her small breasts. Zhiming closed her eyes, enjoying my kisses and caresses. She pulled her dress up to her waist and used her hands and feet to remove her panties. I looked at her private parts. He was no longer my former classmate and best friend, nor was he Zhiming, who had killed my wife Xiangjun.
She was now completely a woman, Zhiming! She was a woman! She was a woman! Because she made me erect, he wasn't a man! He wasn't a man! I shouted in my heart. I bent down and kissed her passionately. She used her artificially shaped labia, her hips thrusting in rhythm with my tongue's licking.
I licked her, and she reciprocated, pinching her nipples with her index fingers and thumbs, a reaction just like when she deliberately made Xiangjun pinch her nipples in front of me. I used my teeth to bite her plump labia, making her tremble.
Her vaginal opening secreted a sticky fluid, which tasted sour. I immediately inserted my already erect penis into her vagina, and her reaction was the same as a woman's. She tightly gripped her calves with both hands, making it easy for me to enter and exit. After a while, she tightened her grip on her calves with her wrists, while her hands spread her labia apart.
Since Xiangjun's death, I haven't had sex with a woman. This was the first time in over two years. The person I had sex with was Zhiming, the woman whose penis I had cut off. I quickly ejaculated into her artificial vagina. Stiff and exhausted, I lay on top of her, and Zhiming kissed my neck passionately.
"Classmate! Do you forgive me?" Zhiming's voice made me quickly get up. She knelt before me, covering her genitals, my semen dripping between her fingers.
I had already forgiven her the moment my penis entered her. That day! I ejaculated once in her mouth, once in her vagina, and once in her anus. She repaid her debt to me with her body, and I gradually fell in love with her. Every day, when my godmother wasn't around, I would go and have sex with her once or twice. I tried to hide the fact that we had already slept together, but! I couldn't keep it a secret.
*Slap!* *Slap!* *Slap!* *Slap!* *Slap!* *Slap!* "That day I sneaked back to have sex with her. Right after I ejaculated, as our lips and tongues intertwined, my godmother's applause jolted us awake from our sexual reverie.
'Are you satisfied with my training?' My godmother waved for Zhiming to go upstairs and said to me.
'What do you want?' I asked.
'You'd rather have sex with her than be good to me?' my godmother said. 'You treat the person who killed your wife better than I, the one who gave you my virginity! All the money and time I've spent on you, can't it make up for your hatred?'
She said this, and I remained indifferent. Her sharp tone had turned into pleading. Finally! My heart, almost melting from her, was jolted awake by her shouting for Zhiming.
'You slut! Hurry up and bring a basin of water to clean up the filth you've left behind!' Zhiming quickly brought down a basin of water to clean the dried traces of my ejaculation." My godmother turned and went upstairs. I quickly said to Zhiming, "Can we leave here?" "No!" Zhiming shook his head. "I can't live without you!" My godmother lets Zhiming do whatever he wants, as long as he lets her abuse and serve her at night. This has become a habit for Zhiming. As a transgender person, she can't stand on her own in society. She is my godmother's possession. She can't leave here. No matter how I try to persuade her, she just shakes her head at me.
"Ah~! Ah~!" My godmother moaned as I thrust into her. "You see, only a dick can make me feel good." She said to Zhiming, who was kneeling beside her, helping to push my buttocks.
I had to have sex with my godmother again. I wanted to save Zhiming from leaving. Zhiming pushed my buttocks and hers with a blank expression. She was like a maid in ancient times, serving the master and mistress who were having sex.
I refused to have any oral contact with my godmother. She wanted Zhiming to perform oral sex on her instead.
She also made it impossible for me to get an erection in front of my godmother's erect penis. Whether we were on top, Zhiming had to help push her hips, or my godmother was used as a sex toy. Inserting my penis into her vagina was already my biggest concession; I wouldn't kiss any part of her body. After being whipped a few times by my godmother, Zhiming had to kiss her or her breasts when she needed him.
No matter how obedient Zhiming was, he would still be whipped by the small leather whip she kept by the bedside. Once! I was so angry that I broke that small leather whip. The next day! My godmother brought back a longer, thicker one. Each lash tore Zhiming's skin. I surrendered to her. I started kissing her, biting her; I wanted to protect Zhiming.
I started secretly accumulating money and connections, preparing to take Zhiming away. The first escape attempt failed when Zhiming couldn't stand the hardship of simple meals and secretly ran back to my godmother's house. Every job I found was sabotaged by my godmother, and I was laid off.
Having run out of money, I had no choice but to return to her house. This only made her more arrogant, and she continued to abuse me and Zhiming. Zhiming and I served our godmother like sex slaves. She began to pervert, subjecting us to enemas in the bathroom. The smell lingered for a whole month after the first enema in the bedroom.
After renovating her master bedroom, she knocked down the wall of my room and enlarged the bathroom. She could then lie in the jacuzzi, watching Zhiming and me, head to toe, injecting the liquid from glycerin bulbs into each other's anuses. She made me insert ten glycerin bulbs into Zhiming, then watch him spray the fecal-mixed liquid onto my face.
Unable to endure the abuse any longer, I fled again. This time! I was caught in Taipei after six months on the run. She knew that as soon as I enrolled in labor insurance, she could find out where I worked. I was doing odd jobs at a construction site, and the foreman's kindness in getting me insurance had exposed my location. This time! She sent men to sabotage the construction site, leaving me with no way out.
Gangsters forced me back at gunpoint. For six months, I toiled on the construction site, my skin becoming dark and rough, the sun and sand making my face even more rugged. I've never acknowledged her as my mother-in-law; what mother-in-law forces her son-in-law to have sex with her? I feel more comfortable calling her godmother.
My godmother handed a thick envelope to the gangsters who brought me back. As soon as they left our villa, she lifted her skirt and ordered me to kneel and lick her cunt. It had accumulated a whole day's worth of smells—the stench of urine and vaginal discharge. She ordered me to lick it clean. I suppressed the urge to vomit and licked her old cunt clean.
After she checked her labia in the mirror to make sure they were clean and spotless, she called for Zhiming to serve me my meal. I could barely swallow; my mouth was filled with the stench of her old cunt.
"She hasn't bathed for three days since she found out where you are; she's only made me wipe myself down!" "Zhiming whispered in my ear.
I had just finished eating and was drinking the hot soup Zhiming had served me when my godmother actually wanted me to lick her feet, which she had just walked barefoot in the garden. Her command almost made me spit out the soup. I suppressed the urge to vomit and licked the dirt off her feet.
That night! She ordered me to bathe her with my tongue, licking her until my tongue ached and my jaw almost dropped.
After this abuse, she didn't order me to have sex with her. Instead, she wanted Zhiming to apply a hot towel to my face. Looking at the increasingly beautiful Zhiming, I immediately became erect.
'Don't call me Zhiming anymore, call me Mingming, okay?' she asked, and of course I nodded in agreement.
She bent down and used her mouth to reduce the swelling of my penis. The semen I hadn't ejaculated in six months shot into her mouth all at once. Mingming swallowed my semen and even licked the remaining semen from the head of my penis. Mingming hugged me as we fell asleep." I held her all night, unable to sleep. Strangely, my godmother didn't bother me anymore; she went straight to work the next day.
She had Mingming soothe my emptiness of the past six months, and we made love every day. I climaxed inside Mingming's vagina for three days before my godmother finally went home. I don't know what major case she finished with, but she ordered Mingming to massage her feet and then commanded me to clean her old cunt with my tongue again. Licking her cunt, I could smell blood, like she was menstruating.
"Godmother! Are you menstruating?" I asked, looking up.
"No! I just had sex last week!" she replied.
She ordered me to continue licking, then told Mingming to grab her raised leg and for me to get up and pound her hard with my penis. I don't know how long I pounded her. She changed positions and lay face down on the sofa, wanting me to enter and exit her from behind. No matter how well she maintained her figure, when I was having sex with her, she was just a lump of flesh in my eyes.
"Ah~! Blood!" Mingming's scream startled her awake from her sexual daze and pulled me back from my daze.
Her vagina was gushing out bright red blood with each thrust of my penis, the amount of which shocked me. Mingming was in a similar situation when I chopped off her penis. Mingming quickly called the fire department for an ambulance, while I quickly used her underwear to plug her genitals.
Mingming went to the hospital with the ambulance, while I cleaned the blood off myself before going. It was probably a ruptured cervical tumor that caused the massive blood loss. I listened to the doctor's diagnosis; the surgery was already complete. Her uterus had been removed. Mingming stayed with her at the hospital the
whole time; I was hoping she'd die soon. She asked Mingming to bring me to the hospital. After I went, she begged me to take over her company. I didn't agree, but I started going to work and helping her with things. After that, her attitude towards me and Mingming completely changed, reverting to the doting mother she was when she first returned from Canada.
After she was discharged, I handed the company back to her and went home to be with my daughter. That's when I found a job working with you. I know she's been helping me behind the scenes. But I don't appreciate it. Mingming moved into my house.
My parents don't know she's Zhiming, my best friend from back then. Mingming's daily work is taking my daughter to school and then looking after her at her house. This time, she approached our company for a collaboration and specifically asked me to be in charge, probably to help me. I brought you into this project to use you as a shield.
I hate seeing her again, so I kept insisting you go to her company to make contact.
I listened incredulously to my colleague Xiao Hu's story: the slender beauty who delivers things when he works late—his wife, Mingming, used to be a man, and was actually his best friend and classmate. I've never heard his wife speak to me; every time she delivers something, she kisses Xiao Hu and leaves.
Xiao Hu often calls out Mingming tenderly and affectionately on the phone when he has to work late, making us colleagues envious.
Having a beautiful wife is the dream of us single guys. I used to jokingly ask her if she had a sister-in-law. Now, I dare not say that anymore.
Mingming drove to my house to pick him up. I looked at Mingming driving, her Adam's apple. I couldn't imagine what she looked like when she was a man. I've kept this to myself for a long time. Xiao Hu didn't ask me not to tell anyone; I was just fulfilling my basic moral obligation by posting it online, based on the privacy it offers.
Knowing a secret was too painful to keep inside, so with Xiao Hu's permission, I wrote it down and published it.
He laughed at my embellished sex scenes and even asked me to print a copy for his wife, Mingming. This article finally got Mingming to speak to me—a hoarse, deep male voice.
The couple now often come to my house to chat or discuss business, and incidentally read the erotic stories I've written. They say these stories greatly help their time in bed. His daughter has been sent to study in Canada by her grandmother. I compared her to a photo of his ex-wife, Xiangjun, and they really do look alike.
Mingming, being transgender, cannot have children, but it's a good thing that she has a happy and fulfilling marriage.
[The End]
**
This is a plot I added after seeing a news report about transgender people while trying to rewrite an older work. In the original story, Zhiming was murdered, and the male protagonist was sentenced to death. The original had a tragic ending, and given the current dire economic situation, I didn't want readers to be infected by this sad atmosphere.
Extramarital Affair (Part 3)
Chapter 1
Life rarely unfolds as we plan. Fate is cruel; I never imagined I'd lose my job, becoming one of the middle-aged unemployed in the newspapers without warning. My current job is "stay-at-home dad." Every morning, the first thing I do is prepare breakfast, then wake my still-sleeping wife so she can eat and go to work refreshed.
Just over thirty, I'm already considered middle-aged, and my previous work experience has all been in human resources and general affairs. In the past eight months, I've sent hundreds of resumes to employment service centers and newspaper job postings.
Sadly, only about ten companies have offered me interviews. After each interview, I'm told to go home and wait for news, but the phone never rings.
"What do you want to eat tonight?" I asked.
"Nothing! I have a business dinner tonight, you'll have to figure it out yourself!" my wife, Qianhui, mumbled as she brushed her teeth.
"Don't drink too much; I heard they're cracking down on drunk driving these days!" I said.
"I know! Don't worry!" Qianhui said after spitting out the water she
used to rinse her mouth. I cooked a pot of congee with the leftover rice and water from last night. Last night, after Qianhui returned home, she was slightly drunk and complained of an upset stomach. It was probably because she had been drinking too much at social events lately. On those boring days at home, I started reading the women's magazines my wife had bought. I remembered an article that said toast is bad for the stomach!
So this morning I cooked some congee for her. The magazine also said that congee can soothe stomach discomfort, especially for those with excessive stomach acid.
"Here! This is your favorite soft-boiled egg!" I handed the freshly fried egg to Qianhui.
"Have you not heard back from the companies you applied to?" Qianhui asked.
"Yeah! They all think I'm over thirty and have a low level of education!" I said. "Schools are opening up like crazy these days. A single sign falling down could crush several graduate students. I'm an old college graduate, and I'm not getting any younger. Some interviewers at companies even complain that I'm a generation gap with them!" "I see you're just idling around anyway, why don't you go for further studies?" Qianhui suggested.
"I've thought about it, and I even got some brochures from a few companies, but I don't know what to study," I said.
"Don't worry! I'll keep my promise and support you!" Qianhui said with a smile. "Okay, I have to go! Bye-bye!"
Qianhui kissed my cheek, picked up her handbag, and went out. Years ago, after our first time together, Qianhui said, "Don't worry, I'll take responsibility for you!"
I originally thought girls would cry after their first time, but Qianhui didn't cry. Instead, she was laughing and talking nonsense. This made me think Qianhui wasn't a virgin. It wasn't until I woke up in the middle of the night, driven by the urge to pee, that I found Qianhui crying under the covers.
Qianhui was the type of person who wouldn't show her insecurities or pain to others. At the time, I had been out of the military and working for three years. Qianhui was a new employee in her company's purchasing department. Fresh out of college, she had short, straight hair. I met her while cleaning up defective products for the company.
A graduate of a university's business administration department, she was easily swayed by my sweet talk after only a week of getting to know me. Less than a month after we met, I took her virginity. Three months later, we moved in together. At the time, I used the insurance payout from my deceased husband's death to buy this house.
Her family strongly opposed our relationship, especially her father, who was very prejudiced against people from other provinces. As a second-generation mainlander, I was naturally called "taro" by her father. Despite her family's objections, she moved in with me. Her father even published a notice in the newspaper severing all ties with her. We didn't get married until two years before I lost my job, when we finally went to court to register our marriage.
The wedding banquet only had ten tables. Since I had no relatives, I invited only colleagues and former classmates.
Qianhui's mother and younger brother secretly came to attend.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" My Motorola phone suddenly rang like a duck.
"Honey! I forgot something. Could you deliver it to the XX building for me at 11:30? I'll wait for you at the guardhouse!" Qianhui said in a string of words, then described where she had placed the item and its shape.
After hanging up, I went to the study to look for it, following her directions. After five minutes, I finally found it on a desk piled with miscellaneous items. This study really needs tidying up. I finished the porridge on the table, washed the dishes, and then started organizing the study.
I put the books and magazines back on the bookshelf and cleared out two storage boxes to categorize Qianhui's and my belongings. A lot of my things were just odds and ends; after some consideration, I decided to throw them away. Qianhui has been working overtime frequently these past few months, so I cleared out a lot of empty packaging boxes for stimulants.
"Can Qianhui's body handle this?" I muttered to myself, looking at the empty pill boxes.
Both storage boxes were filled with Qianhui's things. After tidying up the room and the desk, I started organizing the drawers. The drawers were also full of medicine. I checked them one by one and surprisingly found birth control pills. Qianhui and I originally wanted to have a child, but my unemployment made that idea fall through.
But when we have sex, I always ejaculate outside; is it really necessary to be so cautious? I wondered to myself as I organized. In the far corner of the drawer, I found an opened box of condoms. There were only two left out of the three-pack. I had never used condoms since I met Qianhui.
Moreover, we have absolutely no habit of using condoms. I quickly ran to the bookshelf, relying on my memory, to find a magazine. I flipped through a feature article in a women's magazine—it was a sign. After a man loses his job, his virility begins to decline, his partner no longer respects him, and she begins to have affairs.
I've become so bored at home that I've started reading women's magazines; even watching TV shopping channels is another way for me to kill time. I'm now rereading that magazine carefully, my thoughts a jumbled mess. Will she really have an affair? Or am I just being too idle and overthinking things?
I glanced at my watch; it was already past ten. I quickly changed into a polo shirt and jeans, packed the things Qianhui had asked me to do into my backpack, rushed downstairs, and hopped on my old Wild Wolf 125—a used motorcycle I bought for eight thousand dollars after losing my job, which I'd given to Qianhui to drive. The
worn-out chain made the old Wild Wolf creak and groan as I rode it. I arrived at the location Qianhui had mentioned at 11:00 AM. At 11:20 AM, Qianhui arrived to collect her things.
"Darling! Thank you!" Qianhui said, then kissed me on the cheek before turning and going upstairs.
My wife is so loving towards me, how could she possibly go looking for another man? I thought to myself as I rode my beat-up motorcycle, occasionally shaking my head to try and shake the thought of my wife's infidelity out of my mind. Suddenly, I didn't know what had happened. When I woke up, I was lying in a hospital bed, with a woman standing beside me, her face full of worry.
"How did I get here?" I said with difficulty, my head throbbing with every word.
"Sir! You're awake!" Now a nurse in a uniform spoke. "Wait! I'll go get the doctor!"
"Sir, how are you feeling?" the worried woman asked.
"My head hurts so much!" I said, then fainted again.
I slept until 6:00 PM that evening before waking up. The nurse told me there had been a car accident, and I had a concussion and needed to be hospitalized for observation. Because I didn't have any identification on me, they and the police couldn't identify me. After I woke up, I gave the nurse my wife Qianhui's mobile phone number.
"Here are your identification and some cash. I have an important engagement. The doctor said you need to stay in the hospital for observation. I'm a little drunk, I'll come pick you up tomorrow!" Qianhui, reeking of alcohol, handed me the identification and cash and left.
That night, I spent the night in a hospital room with three empty beds. Qianhui came to see me before going to work, but I told her not to come pick me up; I would take a taxi home myself. The woman who hit me arrived at the hospital around 10 PM to pay my medical bills. Because a witness told the police, and after on-site measurements, the fault was hers.
"Mr. Lin! I'm sorry! I wasn't paying attention to you at the intersection because I was on the phone!" The woman kept
apologizing to me all morning! "I'll compensate you for your medical expenses and your motorcycle!" the woman continued.
So, I'll have some money to fill my meager wallet. Although there were still over two million yuan in the bank account, Qianhui still gave me money to cover household expenses. Our incomes were kept separately. After helping me with the discharge procedures, this woman even drove me home, and on the way, she bought me a box of Fuji apples from a fruit stand at the intersection near my house.
"I'll come back in a couple of days, when you're feeling a bit better, to take you to the police station to complete the settlement procedures!" the woman said before leaving.
Back in this boring house, I was a little hungry and munched on the apple the woman had given me. Only then did I remember to call Qianhui to tell her I was home.
"Sorry! The number you dialed is not in use!" came the monotonous voice from the receiver.
"Strange! Qianhui's phone is always on 24 hours a day, how could it be off?" I wondered to myself.
Not believing it, I dialed three more times, but the response was still the same. I started to overthink again. My scrapes were still a bit painful, so I decided to go to bed.
Entering the room, it looked exactly the same as yesterday. Qianhui didn't come home to sleep last night? My husband was almost hit by a car yesterday, but after she went to the hospital, I don't know where she went. A surge of jealousy welled up inside me, and I lay in bed, unable to turn over, lost in thought.
I woke up to the sound of Qianhui taking a shower. When she came out of the bathroom and sat at the vanity drying her hair, she didn't even notice that I was awake. She used to wash her hair in the morning, so why was she washing it at night? That news report flashed through my mind again.
"You're awake?" Qianhui saw me lying there, eyes open, deep in thought, before she got into bed.
"I woke you up!" Qianhui continued. "Come to sleep!" She kissed me, her breath reeking of alcohol, then turned over and fell asleep, her absorbent towel still wrapped around her head.
The hunger in my stomach made me get up, and my muscles started to ache. I struggled to get up and went to the kitchen to cook instant noodles. After eating, I went to the study.
I opened the drawer, and the birth control pills and condoms were gone. I couldn't have taken them; it must have been Qianhui.
I'd slept all day, and now I couldn't fall asleep at all. Come to think of it, it's been three months since we last made love. These past few months, every time I've been aroused, Qianhui has either been drunk or too tired to make an excuse. The other day she even encouraged me to sign up for nighttime classes. All these signs make it hard not to be suspicious.
I went to the shoe cabinet in the entryway; her usual shoes were covered in dust. Next to the cabinet was a pair of thin-heeled high heels, and in the laundry basket was her uniform—the skirt had been altered to be very short. A woman's changes in clothing are understandable, but they still made me start to overthink.
I hadn't slept all night and went out early this morning to buy breakfast from the breakfast shop at the alley entrance.
"Did you tidy up the study?" Qianhui asked.
"Didn't you come home to sleep the day before yesterday?" I said, watching Qianhui eat her breakfast.
"Why didn't you tidy up the drawers for me?" Qianhui changed the subject.
"Didn't you come home?" I pressed.
"Yeah! After leaving the hospital, I was dragged back to the company to work overtime, so I didn't even change my clothes yesterday and I smelled of alcohol!" Qianhui answered my question casually. "I've been so busy lately! You should remind me to keep a few more sets of clothes in the car to change into! So I don't embarrass myself like today!"
"By the way! I'm going to Shanghai on a business trip the day after tomorrow, remember to take the car to get it serviced!" Qianhui said while eating.
Her company's Shanghai factory recently completed construction and started mass production, and the company wanted to send her there to be stationed for a while. I was unemployed and had nothing to say, now I could only wait for that time to come.
"Are you going to start moving in?" I asked.
"Soon! I'll go there after I get the land certificate for the second factory!" Qianhui said. "This is just a business trip! It's getting late, I have to go! Bye!"
As usual, Qianhui kissed my cheek and left. I felt like I was mechanically going through a routine. Qianhui's departure left me feeling exhausted. I climbed into bed without clearing the table.
Qianhui had taken a colleague's ride to the airport early that morning. My sleep schedule had been completely disrupted since the accident. I couldn't sleep at all with Qianhui at home; I could only sleep peacefully after she left. Just as I lay down, the doorbell rang. The scabs on my abrasions started to itch, and I tried my best not to scratch them.
"Mr. Lin! Are you available today?" the woman who hit me said after I opened the door.
"What is it?" I replied.
"If it's convenient, let's go to the police station to settle things!" the woman said.
"Okay! I'll go change my clothes!" After changing, I got into her car and headed straight to the police station.
Actually, I didn't ask for much money; the woman just handed me 66,600 yuan in one go. Anyway, that beat-up motorcycle only cost eight thousand yuan when I bought it, and she paid all the hospital bills. I took the money she gave me without even counting it, and after signing the settlement agreement, we each took a copy and left.
I looked at her signature on the settlement agreement in her car; she did all the talking the whole way. I didn't ask her any questions. "Yan Liu Mei" truly lived up to her name—a willow-like figure and a charming face. At noon, she even treated me to lunch at a small Jiangzhe restaurant. After two cups of sorghum liquor, my mouth, which had been closed for eight months, finally opened up again.
I didn't realize she could hold her liquor so well; we finished a bottle of sorghum together. Our conversation had drifted to products on TV shopping channels.
"This house was bought for me by my boyfriend!" Because I was in her car, she insisted on taking me to her place.
"My boyfriend now runs a factory in mainland China and only comes back once every six months!" she said.
From our lunch conversation, I already suspected she was a mistress, and now I was even more certain. Judging from the furnishings in her house, her lover had given her a good life.
"Do you want to drink some more?" she asked.
"Can you still drink?" I countered.
"What's a bottle of sorghum liquor? I can drink more than two!" Her voice was already tinged with drunkenness.
Before I could even respond, she had already opened a bottle of "Jiugui" (a type of strong liquor). Emboldened by her drunkenness, I put my arm around her and helped her open the bottle.
"Do you want some snacks with your drinks?" she asked, seemingly unconcerned about my actions.
"Soup would be best!" I said.
"I have Buddha Jumps Over the Wall in the fridge, can you get the stove out for me so I can prepare it?" she said.
I helped her set up the small gas stove on the table while she heated the soup in the kitchen. I poured myself a glass of "Jiugui" and took a sip; it tasted pretty good, but the spices were too strong.
We continued drinking the soup together, her eyes glazed over with intoxication, which accentuated her mature womanly charm.
When she was about seven-tenths drunk, I didn't dare ask her to drive me home and wanted to call a taxi. But she stopped me, so we ended up chatting in her living room.
"Does it still hurt?" She grabbed my hand, looking at the scab on my elbow.
The moment she grasped my hand, a strange sensation rose within her, a burning heat rising in her lower abdomen. I took the opportunity to lean against her shoulder, inhaling the scent of her hair. Suddenly, she turned her head and brought her mouth close, and in an instant, the dry tinder and raging fire became uncontrollable.
Our mouths didn't separate, yet in this position, we were able to strip each other naked. Our tongues, intertwined, allowed my hands to roam over her body. Her small breasts weren't enough for me to touch, so I turned to explore her private parts. Already aroused, her vulva was wet.
My middle finger was already roaming inside her vagina, and her tongue, which had been entwined with mine, was now tightly sucking on my tongue. My tongue ached slightly from her sucking, so I let her lie down on the sofa. After our tongues freed, I began to lick her entire body as if savoring a dessert.
Her breasts were small, with pink areolas, unlike Qianhui's which were dark. I'd read in women's magazines that it was a matter of constitution. Her nipples, small as raisins, stood erect with excitement. The alcohol fueled a desire to torment them; I gripped her breasts tightly with both hands, taking turns sucking and biting them.
"Mmm! Ah! Oh!" Different sounds of excitement escaped her lips. The pain I intended to inflict on her instead elicited wanton moans.
Her silent lovemaking with Qianhui only fueled my lust. Qianhui, no matter how I teased her, only made heavy nasal breathing, while she responded with moans of satisfaction or pain. Her
thick pubic hair was already smeared with my saliva, indistinguishable from her own. I sucked on her clitoris; her vulva was like a young girl's, without Qianhui's slightly everted labia.
"Bite it! Bite it! Please bite it!" she cried.
As soon as I pulled away from her mouth, wanting to admire the alluring opening with my eyes, she cried out in uncontrollable groans, so I had no choice but to continue sucking.
"Don't suck! Bite! Bite!" I had no choice but to obey her instructions, gently biting the clitoris with my teeth.
"Harder! Harder!"
I bit down hard, making her body tremble repeatedly, and I suddenly felt a gush of moisture on my chin. My chin was rubbing against her labia, and I deliberately used my stubble to scrape her labia.
"Good...! Good...so good! I...can't take it anymore! Ah!" Unable to bear it any longer, I rushed to insert my erect penis into her overflowing vulva.
"Oh!" she cried out as I slowly inserted.
"Faster! Faster! Harder!" Each thrust seemed unable to satisfy her.
For the sake of my male pride, I had no choice but to thrust into her vulva quickly and forcefully. Having not exercised for a long time, I gradually felt exhausted. However, a man's pride cannot be ignored. Having sex after drinking is really strenuous. His limbs and waist are already sore and numb, but the glans penis is neither sore nor numb.
"Oh...so good...! You...so amazing...! So comfortable! So...comfortable...!" she cried out, but I was exhausted and in pain. My muscles ached all over, and the wound on my elbow was soaked with sweat. Her excited, absent-minded behavior had broken the scab.
"I can't take it anymore! I really can't take it anymore!"
This time, I couldn't take it anymore either. The fatigue in my muscles finally made me give in. I got up and sat on the sofa, letting her lie there moaning.
"You! So amazing!" she said as she stroked my penis. "Ah! Your wound?" "You did this!"
"Quick! Let me
put some medicine on it for you!" She bent down and took out the first-aid kit from under the coffee table, applying mercurochrome to my wound. I used my other hand to play with her small breasts.
"Do you want to come?" she asked after she finished applying the medicine to my wound. I nodded in response.
Then, she squatted down in front of me and took my penis into her mouth. Her oral skills were quite good, unlike Qianhui who was reluctant to give me oral sex.
Her nimble tongue teased the frenulum connecting my glans and penis. Like licking ice cream, she was also licking my testicles, and I closed my eyes to enjoy her oral service. Suddenly, I felt a strange sensation in my testicles and quickly opened my eyes.
She was swallowing and spitting out my testicles; that strange sensation was caused by my testicles going in and out of her mouth.
The soft sofa made me sink in slowly, and she easily lifted my legs and licked my anus. This kind of pleasure, which you can only enjoy by paying money in a sauna, is what you get from the services of massage girls.
She was doing just that.
The penis that I had been struggling to thrust into her without ejaculating was now surrendering to her oral skills. The semen that had been held back for more than three months gushed out all at once, and she only came to her senses after being sprayed with semen in her face before taking my glans into her mouth.
The throbbing sensation of ejaculation lingered for a long, long time. She kept my gradually softening penis in her mouth, then used both hands to smear my semen all over her face.
"This is the best collagen!" she said with a smile afterward.
In the bathroom, she carefully dried my body, avoiding my wounds. After drinking and vigorous exercise, she was already asleep in my arms as soon as we got into bed. Soon after, I also fell asleep in her arms.
Since moving in with Qianhui, I had only been to a sauna three or five times with colleagues after drinking. After showering and lying on her bed, I still felt a little guilty. However, fatigue and alcohol quickly made the guilt disappear. Only
with her did I experience the warmth of family. Being with her made me regain my dignity as a man.
I didn't want to leave her house, and she wouldn't let me leave. In these three days, we were penniless, and we could start doing things whenever either of us wanted.
The living room, the kitchen, the stairs... all bore the marks of our lovemaking. A jobless man, a woman whose lover was on the other side of the river. If her savings hadn't run out, we would still be living like this.
While shopping at the supermarket, I suddenly remembered my car needed servicing. After a kiss goodbye, I quickly hailed a taxi home. After finding the car keys in the study, I still had to find the car in the parking lot. I hadn't touched my Peugeot 205 in ages; it was filled with Qianhui's belongings.
Shoes, clothes, documents—it was practically a garbage dump. In the small trunk, there was a bag of dirty underwear. The underwear still had dried bodily fluids, making me increasingly suspicious that Qianhui had cheated on me. After tidying up the car, I packed the mess into a large garbage bag, planning to settle the score with Qianhui when she got back.
The car was being serviced, a long and tedious wait. While flipping through the newspapers and magazines provided by the mechanic, the phone suddenly rang.
"What are you doing now?" Liu Mei's languid voice came through.
"Waiting for my car to get serviced!" I replied.
"Do you miss me?"
"Yes!" I replied.
"Liar! You men always lie!"
"Then how can I make you believe me?" I asked.
"I'm not telling you, let's see how you behave!" She hung up the phone as soon as she finished speaking.
Her languid and charming tone made me really want to rush to her house and insert my penis. Thinking back on these three wonderful days, it felt like a dream. I sat there smiling foolishly.
"Sir! Your car is ready!" The service center lady called me two or three times before pulling me back from my reverie.
I used the money Liu Mei had given me as compensation to pay for the car maintenance, but I couldn't find the money Qian Hui had left. I had to use the money I wanted to return to Liu Mei to pay for it first. I drove the newly maintained car to Liu Mei's house. I wanted to put my already swollen penis into the right place.
On the way, I withdrew some money from an ATM at a bank, intending to return the 66,600 yuan to her. I waited at her house for an hour, but she didn't come out to open the door. Her car was also there, the hood still warm.
Unable to wait any longer, I left a note, slipped it under the door, and left.
When the police knocked on my door, I was still asleep. For the past few days, I'd only been waiting for my phone to ring, completely ignoring the home phone; Qianhui and Liumei wouldn't have called that number.
"Mr. Lin! I'm here to inform you to come to the airport to identify the body!" The policeman's words left me completely confused. Qianhui was going to Shanghai on a business trip. The plane that crashed in Dayuan was flying back from Indonesia.
"My wife was going to Shanghai; she couldn't have taken this plane back from Indonesia!" I told the policeman.
"But according to the airline passenger list and the passport we found, it's definitely your wife!" the policeman said, looking at the documents in his hand. "Please come to the airport!" Four days had passed since the plane crash, and the airport and airlines were still in chaos. Some of the deceased's relatives were wailing, while others were cursing. The collected body parts were gathered in the hangar to await identification; only those identified by family members were sent to the funeral home.
Qianhui's lower body was missing, and her pale, swollen corpse made me doubt whether it was her. However, the passport and the cell phone in her handbag definitely belonged to my wife, Qianhui. I arranged for the airline to handle all the funeral arrangements at the Taoyuan Funeral Home.
Holding the cremated urn, I placed her in the columbarium. I completed Qianhui's funeral arrangements in three days. The day after returning home, I went to Qianhui's company to inquire.
"Mr. Lin! Qianhui wasn't on a business trip ordered by the company; she took special leave to travel abroad," the HR manager said. "Look! This is her leave slip!"
I looked at the file the HR manager handed me; the leave slip stated she was going on a second honeymoon. The HR manager looked at me with a sinister expression, as if to say her husband hadn't gone on his second honeymoon. After leaving Qianhui's company, I called her former department, looking for one of her close friends.
"Xiaojuan! Tell me honestly, who did she go abroad with?"
"Mr. Lin! It's not convenient to talk on the phone. Wait for me at 'Yuan' on Zhongzheng Road after work!" Xiaojuan hung up immediately after saying that.
I waited at "Yuan" coffee shop for four hours before Xiaojuan finally appeared.
"I originally thought she was going on her honeymoon with you, but someone from the company died on this plane!" Xiaojuan said.
"Who was he?" I asked.
"This...I...!" She stammered, unable to speak.
"A simple investigation would reveal the truth, stop stammering!" I said angrily.
"It's...it's the boss's son, the business manager!"
This was like a bolt from the blue for me. I immediately asked, "You two are so close, tell me honestly, how long have you been together?"
"To be honest, I broke off my relationship with Qianhui because of him!" Xiaojuan said resentfully. "He deserves to die, that playboy, who knows how many female colleagues he's messed around with in the company!" "Please! Miss, you're also a married woman. Just because your husband is stationed in mainland China doesn't mean you can have all sorts of affairs!" I said angrily.
"Hmph! Men can mess around, but we women can't?" Xiaojuan retorted. "Now you're doing well, after receiving that compensation you don't have to look for a job anymore, you can continue being a lord!" "That's right! I'm being a lord all along, do you think I want to?" My raised tone made the customers at the next table turn their heads.
"It was Qianhui who said that, and I relayed what she said to you! Qianhui said that she's been supporting you for the past year, and you haven't wanted to find a job at all. She also said you've become weak in handling things!" Xiaojuan's words almost made me furious, but I suppressed my anger and continued listening.
"That playboy has a house in the XX villa area. Your wife should still have the key. After he dumped me, he changed all the locks. Go there yourself sometime! You should be able to find your wife's clothes. I only broke up with them because I found the underwear that Qianhui and I bought there. That's all I know. I'm leaving now! Goodbye!"
After Xiaojuan finished speaking, she got up and left, leaving me sitting there in a daze. The customers at the next table, thinking that Xiaojuan and I were a couple having a breakup, all gave me sympathetic looks.
When I got home, I took out all of Xiaohui's belongings and checked them one by one. I emptied her briefcase and finally found a key I didn't recognize. The house was in the upscale villa area where Liu Mei lived. I picked up the key and drove over.
The layout was the same as Liu Mei's house, but there was hardly any furniture. It seemed like a villa that rich people simply used as a brothel. I looked through each room, even rummaging through the wardrobes. There were indeed a few of Qian Hui's clothes there. In the top-floor room, I found a room full of V8 videotapes and a bunch of sex toys.
The videotapes were neatly arranged by date. I used a VHS converter to put them into the player and looked at the most recent one. The video started with Qian Hui tied to exercise equipment, with a ping-pong ball-like object in her mouth, but the ball had holes in it. A strap went around the back of her head to secure the ball to her mouth.
After the focus was adjusted, a naked man entered the frame and rubbed a prosthetic penis covered in spikes against Qian Hui's vulva. Then, a clear liquid was poured onto Qianhui's sparse pubic hair. Qianhui arched her mons pubis and swayed it lasciviously, as if begging the man to insert his penis.
Qianhui's stammering voice sounded like she was pleading with the man. In the eight years I'd known Qianhui, I'd never seen her treat me like this. The man was abusing her, but her expression was one of satisfaction. It was then that I discovered another side of Qianhui. After the tape finished playing, the man hadn't yet inserted his penis, so I quickly found the second tape from the same date and continued watching.
The camera then zoomed in on a close-up of Qianhui's genitals. Two clips were clamped to her inner labia, and a thread was visible through her anus. The man pulled on the thin thread on the clips, exaggeratingly stretching Qianhui's inner labia apart. There were already red bruises on Qianhui's buttocks, like signs of corporal punishment.
Lately, Qianhui hadn't let me touch her body, and even when she slept, she wore shorts under her pajamas. So that was the reason. The thin thread protruding from her anus was being pulled, and then steel balls were slowly pulled out one by one. I even carefully counted how many there were—seven, seven steel balls gleaming with oil.
In the second film, Qianhui was stuffed with things into her anus and vagina, and then pulled out.
I played the third film; the scene began with a close-up of a syringe. The syringe was filled with a clear liquid, and after a few shakes, the camera focused on Qianhui's anus. After the tip of the syringe was inserted, the clear liquid was slowly pushed into her anus. After the injection, a plug with a groove in the middle was inserted into her anus.
Qianhui's buttocks began to sway wildly, and a pair of hands appeared to hold them still. Then the man's penis was inserted into Qianhui's vagina. The reciprocating motion of the penis made me press the fast-forward button on the projector. It wasn't until twenty minutes had passed on the screen that the penis was withdrawn, allowing me to resume normal playback speed.
After the plug was removed, a stream of black liquid spurted from Qianhui's anus, and the syringe continued to inject the clear liquid. This time, she wasn't blocked. She received three injections and ejaculations in a row. The liquid gushing from Qianhui's anus was no longer black, but a clear liquid mixed with some objects. Her anus was now prolapsed, and the man easily inserted his index finger, stirring it inside.
Then, his penis slowly entered Qianhui's anus, the slow thrusting gradually increasing in speed. In the video, Qianhui, wearing a gold bracelet, inserted a transparent artificial penis into her vagina and thrust it in and out. That gold bracelet was a birthday gift I gave her. The man finally ejaculated, stopping his thrusting as he ejaculated. He shot his semen deep into Qianhui's anus. The withdrawal of his penis left Qianhui's anus still open. The semen
slowly flowed out, and the artificial penis inserted into her vagina slowly slid out. The camera zoomed in on the anus, a close-up of the anus and the flowing semen, which made me involuntarily masturbate. On the blue background after the tape finished playing, I let my semen spray onto the television screen.
I wanted to vent my frustrations on Liu Mei, but all the lights were off in her house, and no one answered the doorbell. I went home alone, lost in thought, unable to imagine Qian Hui's other side of herself. The next day, I went to an old classmate and borrowed a nine-seater van. It took me three trips to finally bring the tapes from that room home.
I also brought back the sadomasochistic toys, all the books in the study, and Qian Hui's clothes to a secondhand dealer. The dealer gave me 1400 yuan, saying it was the price after weighing the paper. On the way back, I went to a furniture store and bought a modular wooden cabinet.
I restored the tapes to their original arrangement according to the dates, and moved the 29-inch TV from the living room to the study. Lying on my chaise lounge, I continued watching the tapes. For seven days, I survived on instant noodles while watching them. I finally finished watching Qian Hui's part in seven days. According to the dates, Qian Hui's affair occurred during this period after I lost my job.
The earliest date on Qianhui's tapes was when she was drunk and unconscious. That's the Qianhui I remember. I watched the tapes again; Qianhui lay on the bed like a dead fish. The man was having sex with her while simultaneously using a camera remote to zoom in and out.
Qianhui vomited by the bedside, but the man continued to have sex with her from behind, letting her vomit fall onto the bed. The tapes all ended with semen flowing from her vagina. Then I remembered that the man habitually ejaculated inside Qianhui; the birth control pills I found last time were probably for Qianhui to prevent pregnancy. Of
the fifty-odd tapes, that penis had only worn a condom once, when he ejaculated on Qianhui's face. I connected the dates with Qianhui's strange actions after returning home. The last tape's date was the night of my car accident, when she lied to me, saying she was going back to the company to work overtime until dawn.
That clear liquid was what made Qianhui take a shower as soon as she got home. I also brought back the two and a half buckets from that house. The clear liquid was oily, and it was a better lubricant than shower gel for masturbation, without the irritation of soap. It was clear and had a slight fragrance, a scent I had smelled on Qianhui before.
No wonder Qianhui's skin has been so smooth lately; it's the effect of using this stuff. Looking at myself in the bathroom mirror, I resembled a wild man, my beard long and my hair a mess. After seven days of instant noodles, my stomach was starting to protest. I shaved off the beard, washed my hair, and combed it neatly.
I went out to a buffet restaurant, eating while thinking about the contents of the other tapes. Were those women like Qianhui? After finishing my meal, I went to the supermarket and bought a whole case of instant food packets and rice. I continued watching the second woman—Xiaojuan.
Chapter Two
I unplugged the phone line at home, and my cell phone was off, lying on the table since it was out of battery. I didn't bother charging it; these past few days, my mind had been completely absorbed by the contents of the tapes.
The scene began with Xiaojuan, also tied to the exercise equipment. Her clothes were slowly torn apart, gradually revealing her full, slightly plump figure. Naked, Xiaojuan was splashed with a ladle of clear liquid. Then, a small black whip began to lash her full breasts.
Her full, snow-white breasts were soon covered with red welts from the whip. The areolas, which had initially spread widely, began to wrinkle and fold from the whip's stimulation, the wrinkles resembling the labia majora.
A close-up of the man's hand appeared in the shot, his fingers forcefully pinching her nipples. The sound recording wasn't very good; Xiaojuan's voice sounded as if it were coming from an empty room, as if the volume on a stereo amplifier had been turned up too high. The sound conveyed the pain of Xiaojuan's breasts being violated; she didn't show the same enjoyment as Qianhui.
"It hurts! It hurts!"
Her nipples were clamped, with weights hanging from them. Xiaojuan's cries had turned into wails, but the man ignored them, continuing to whip her buttocks. Her anus was plugged with the same plug he'd used on Qianhui, presumably filled with a clear liquid.
"Ugh! Ugh!" The
scene shifts to Xiaojuan hanging upside down on a weightlifting platform, her body shaped like a Y. A ball is stuffed in her mouth, and saliva drips down her cheeks and into her hair. The camera moves upwards from her face; the clips on her nipples are still there. When it reaches her mons pubis, shaving foam is sprayed onto her pubic hair. The
excessively long pubic hair is difficult to shave with a razor, and the shaving process takes about ten minutes. Her snow-white, high mons pubis makes her outer labia resemble the two outer edges of a hamburger, while her inner labia are like the hamburger patty. A clear liquid is poured onto her vulva, and the man's hand rubs it.
Ignoring my hunger, I quickly play the second tape. A close-up of Xiaojuan's genitals immediately appears on the screen, a thick, flesh-colored artificial penis thrusting violently. At this point, I begin to wonder if there is another cameraman present? Why can the man's hand alternately thrust into that artificial penis?
The camera seemed to follow the male protagonist's gaze. Judging from the interior space, it should be the gym of that villa. In the first volume of Qian Hui's story, the technique used was a fixed camera, probably with a tripod on the camera, and the man using a remote control to extend and retract the lens.
A very monotonous filming technique. I pulled out Qian Hui's tapes again to try and compare. How exactly did he film it?
Thinking was also tiring. The feeling of hunger made me unable to resist eating. I put some instant noodles wrapped in rice and ate them with gusto.
I continued to think about how he filmed it. After eating, I drove back to that villa. I had already ransacked the room where the tapes were kept. I took the tapes and VCR home as compensation for him sleeping with my wife!
The camera! Yes! Where is the camera?
Finally, I found it in the next room. In a dehumidifier box as tall as a person, I found seven cameras and five Leica cameras. Damn! This man has surprisingly good taste. I went through the manuals for all seven cameras; one even supported wireless transmission and came with a lens that could be worn like glasses.
Inside the dehumidifier, I also found a bunch of slides. These five Leica cameras used negative film, and all the footage was developed into slides. I was wondering how to move this huge dehumidifier home. I first moved the slides and camera equipment to the car, then looked up a moving company in the phone book. Two indigenous
movers loaded the dehumidifier and gym equipment onto the truck—just like before! I considered it compensation from the original owner for his infidelity with my wife. I placed the exercise equipment on the empty third floor of the house, and moved the dehumidifier to the room originally intended for the children. Only
then did I realize that the mailbox had been overflowing for the past ten days. I threw the advertising mail into the wastebasket and started sorting the rest of the bills, starting with Qianhui's credit card bills. Anyway, she's dead; let the bank handle the bad debt.
Bank! I smacked my head. Stupid! I hadn't sorted out Qianhui's bank accounts yet. Looking at the clock, it was almost 3 PM, and the banks were about to close. I had to sort out all of Qianhui's passbooks first and then go to close the accounts tomorrow.
Unexpectedly, Qianhui's laziness allowed me to easily complete all the work with just one stamp. Seven banks, nine accounts—all done with one stamp. I transferred all the money from those accounts to my own. The more troublesome one was the securities account; after the teller helped me open a new account, she took care of the stocks for me.
I also paid the water, electricity, and phone bills and set up automatic debit. This way, I could stay home all day, studying those 6,000+ tapes. Qianhui had less cash than me, only a little over 500,000, but her stock holdings were worth a considerable sum.
While I was sorting out whether I had forgotten any of Qianhui's other accounts, I received a call about renewing the bank's safe deposit box rental.
Qianhui actually rented a safe deposit box? I took her death certificate and my ID to the bank. After filling out a bunch of forms, they finally opened the safe for me to see.
Qianhui had hidden so much jewelry! Inside the safe was a book of Qianhui's nude photos and a file folder.
The folder contained A4-sized nude photos and land and house ownership certificates.
I was practically in a frenzy moving everything. The villa was already in Qianhui's name, and I signed a contract to renew the safe deposit box lease. Leaving Qianhui's jewelry behind, I took the photos and documents home. Qianhui's nude photos were beautifully taken; similar photos appeared on the slideshow.
I looked at my former beloved wife, her wanton side in front of other men. An image I'd never seen before—a wanton, masochistic woman.
I met up with a former junior high classmate who now works as a clerk and asked her how to handle the house transfer.
"Marital property is jointly owned, exempt from inheritance tax! I'll take care of it for you!" my classmate said confidently. "I heard China Airlines is going to pay 20 million this time, is that true?"
"I didn't attend any of the coordination meetings, how would I know?" "I said, 'That's true too. I've been so engrossed in these tapes that I haven't even watched the news.
' 'Hehe! You're the richest widower now, it's my turn to chase after you!' Yangyang said with a grin.
'I'm not kidding, you should accept my condolences!' '
Consolate my condolences? How can I accept this when my wife has done these things?' I thought to myself.
'I'll take these seals and documents with me, and I'll let you know when it's all done!' Yangyang left after packing up. I originally wanted to treat her to a meal to thank her for her help, but she declined because she had other things to do."
Yangyang was practically my childhood sweetheart, the neighbor's daughter I was always scolded by. It was all my old man's fault for constantly leaving me with her. Yangyang had a very fiery temper as a child, but as she grew up, she seemed completely different from the person I remembered; she became quite feminine.
After I lost my job, I worked at Yangyang's legal document drafting firm, helping her with land administration. Her marriage wasn't happy; her architect husband had a mistress, and given her temperament, they're currently separated. I heard they're already in the process of getting a divorce.
After Yangyang left, I started playing with that wireless camera. Wearing the glasses-style lens, I walked around the house.
Back in school, I also participated in a photography club for a while, and now I own five Leica cameras, which I used to dream of. The wireless camera's range is about 300 meters; beyond that, the image becomes rainy.
As I played with the camera, I fantasized about being the man. I was next to the exercise equipment on the third floor, striking the same pose as him, with Qianhui seemingly strapped to it. Finally, I reached my climax. Just as I ejaculated, the doorbell rang.
"Mr. Lin! Hello! We are from XX Life Insurance. Your wife has life insurance with our company!" Five people from the insurance company arrived, one of them speaking. "Because we couldn't reach you by phone, we came in person to offer our condolences and deliver the claim check!" "
Oh! Come in!" I said, stepping aside to let him in. Then, gesturing to the living room sofa, I said, "Please sit down!" "Mr. Lin! These are your wife's life and accident insurance policy details with our company. Do you have her policy at home? Let us compare them!"
"Wait a minute! Let me look!" I couldn't find it in the study, as I had cleared everything out.
I had to go to the bedroom, to Qianhui's personal dressing table.
In a drawer of the dressing table, I found a red life insurance policy. She had been quietly paying my premiums without my knowledge.
"Mr. Lin! This is yours, please take it and keep it safe. We only need your wife's!" After taking back my policy, I sat down and watched them fill out the comparison forms.
"This is your claim check, may we take a picture?"
"Take a picture? Why?" I asked.
"The company wants to publish it in the insurance magazine, could you please cooperate?" "Can I refuse?" Before I could speak, the man who identified himself as the manager was already sitting next to me. He held the check, grinned foolishly at the camera, and pressed the shutter four or five times.
"By the way! Mr. Lin! Your premium is due soon, would you like us to send someone to your home to collect it?" "Can I use automatic bank deduction?" I asked.
"No! You can write a check or we can send someone to your home to collect it!" "How much?" I asked.
"Your family has always paid annually, totaling 186,792 yuan!" The photographer read the amount aloud while looking at a receipt.
"I don't have that much money right now! Send someone to collect it in a few days!" I said.
"Okay! We'll call you before we come!"
After seeing them off, I looked at the check and laughed wildly. A check for over 17 million yuan—anyone who saw it would do the same thing. Qianhui's death had actually given me so much money, and the airline hadn't even paid out yet. I started collecting the money Qianhui was supposed to leave me.
Because I hadn't attended any of the air crash reconciliation meetings from beginning to end, the airline's funeral allowance had already been spent on Qianhui's funeral. Qianhui's family had no dealings with me at all, and I didn't want them to get a share of this money.
The humid climate in Taiwan caused the tapes to start getting moldy. I had to find a way to salvage the situation. After consulting with the photography shop, I bought the cheapest dehumidifier for the room, and also a basic editing and conversion machine costing 48,000 yuan.
At the shopkeeper's urging, I bought nine Proton 29-inch screens to create a TV wall in my study. The editing machine
was on my desk when the freight company delivered the ten boxes of VHS blank tapes I had ordered. Just as I was about to start playing with the machine, the doorbell rang again. I had just
seen off the airline coordinator when several people claiming to be members of a self-help group arrived.
"Sorry! I've already signed an agreement with the airline, you're too late!!" I didn't let them in. They wanted to protest; I just wanted to get the money quickly.
The airline's compensation check was quickly delivered to me, and as usual, I laughed hysterically at the check all day. I lack confidence in stock investments, keeping only a portion for living expenses and putting the rest in fixed deposits. The interest on these fixed deposits is more than what I used to earn working; now I have no worries about food or clothing.
Every day I spend my time organizing and editing those tapes. I've already finished five VHS tapes of Qianhui's parts. I play them all day long; I have to remember her. It's because of her that I have this kind of life now. Qianhui's tapes keep my penis constantly erect, and when I watch Xiaojuan's parts, I have to masturbate to keep it from softening.
Half a year has passed, and I've finished organizing all the tapes. In the study, the dehumidifier is on 24/7; I can't let that man's and my hard work get moldy. Looking at the walls and cabinets full of videotapes, only Qianhui and Xiaohui's parts have names labeled.
Why don't I find out their real identities? This thought arose, and I started planning in my mind.
"Xiaohui! Long time no see! How have you been?" I said into the microphone.
"You're the one who's doing well! You've made so much money, now you're living like a king!" Xiaojuan said sarcastically.
"Are you free? Shall we go out for coffee?" I asked.
"Why not! Anyway, I'm single again now, you can pursue me if you want!" "We agreed on a time. Judging from her words, she should have divorced her husband. Now I need to teach her a lesson."
I charged my phone, which I hadn't used for six months, and waited for Xiaojuan to get off work.
"Crack! Crack! Crack!" The phone rang, which I found unpleasant. It took me a while to realize it was my phone ringing.
"Hello!" I said, and the other person immediately launched into a barrage of curses!
"You damn jerk, you finally turned your phone on!" "
I'm sorry! My wife died in a plane crash, so I turned it off for a while!" I said.
"The one in Taoyuan?"
"Yes!" I replied.
"Feeling better now? What are you doing?"
"Thinking of you! I've been to your house a few times, but no one answers the door." I said emotionally.
"Hmph! Thinking of me? You're kidding me!" "
Really! I miss you day and night! But where have you gone?" "My fuck buddy finally came back, so of course I had to shower her with sweet words.
'I stayed in mainland China for over a month, and when I came back, I only found your note at the door. I called hundreds of times but got no response! Do you want to see me?'
'Of course I do! But I have something to do, so can I come to your place later?' I said.
'Okay! I also have to attend a wedding banquet tonight, so come over after 10:30!' After agreeing with Liu Mei, I started fantasizing about making love with her.
Xiao Juan appeared at my door at 7:00. I had her sit on the sofa, and then I played her videos for her to watch."
"What do you want? Threaten me? I'm divorced anyway! I'm not afraid!" "I don't want anything! I just want you to make me do it the way it's in the video!" I said.
"You wish! If it weren't for this diamond necklace, I wouldn't have done this!" She held up the diamond necklace and said.
"Fine! You said it! You can leave now!" I gave her the order to leave.
"I'm taking this tape with me!"
"Go ahead!"
Xiaojuan pulled the tape from the projector and stormed off. I was giving her a chance to consider it; I didn't believe she wouldn't give in to me for the sake of her reputation. Getting me to spend money was out of the question; Xiaojuan wanted to shatter my dream of being a rich guy. I had other ways to deal with her.
Tonight, I was going to fuck Liu Mei's woman properly; her oral skills were something I couldn't forget.
"Mmm! You bad man! You. You. You're really bad!"
I slowly thrust my penis in and out of Liu Mei's vagina. She was tied to the bed in a spread-eagle position. Like the man, I was no longer satisfied with ordinary sexual positions; a woman couldn't get an erection without being bound.
At first, Liu Mei resisted my binding, but she was no match for my strength.
After being bound, she cursed me as a pervert.
"So what if I'm a pervert? Women love bad boys!"
Liu Mei's vulva was already leaking lustful fluids under my fingers. Her hips swayed, wanting my fingers to stimulate her G-spot.
"Please. Please. You.! Come in. Come in.!"
"You should say begging my big cock to come in!" I said teasingly.
"Please. Your. Big. Cock. Come in.!"
I kept urging her to add the words I wanted to hear, not stopping until I was satisfied. After she pleaded and uttered a string of lewd words, I finally inserted my already erect penis.
"Mmm! You bad man! You...you're so bad!" Liu Mei kept muttering this after satisfying the fullness of my penis inside her.
In my memory, the first time I had sex with her, she experienced an unusual pleasure from the pain. Especially her small breasts; the pain in her nipples caused her to secrete copious amounts of lubrication. Now, the sheets were already soaked, down to her buttocks.
As I thrust in and out, I occasionally bent down to bite her nipples and suckle her breasts forcefully. Before coming to her house, I drank half a cup of sorghum liquor; the small amount of alcohol kept my penis firm without premature ejaculation.
Liu Mei excitedly tried to hug me, but her bound limbs hindered her movements. Looking at the woman's expression, I felt a pleasure I had never experienced in my previous sexual encounters.
Just before I was about to ejaculate, I lay on Liu Mei's face and fucked her mouth like a vagina. I let my semen shoot deep into her throat. My penis went in too deep, and ignoring her urge to vomit, I forcefully thrust it into her throat, spraying freely.
The resistance from her mouth and teeth caused my penis pain, but that pain also gave me a different kind of pleasure; the ejaculation seemed endless.
"What are you doing? Did you become a pervert after your wife died?" Liu Mei complained after we finished.
"Don't you like it?" I asked. "I do
n't mind! But it was so uncomfortable having that stuff in my mouth at the end, I wanted to spit it out but couldn't! And you kept shooting that stuff, it even got into my nose!" she said, blowing her nose.
"Look! My nose is full of your stuff!" She held out a tissue for me to see.
"It's your snot!" I said.
"Snot is your big head! Pervert!"
"I'm not bad! Will you love it?" "I said, playing with the tip of her nose.
'How unlucky I am to have bumped into a pervert like you!' Liu Mei brushed my hand away from her nose.
'If you hadn't bumped into me, would you be so sexually happy?' I emphasized the word 'sexually' with a wicked grin.
'Go away! I'm ignoring you!' Liu Mei turned and left the bed, entering the bathroom.
I followed her into the bathroom, squatting in front of the toilet to watch her urinate.
'You really need to see a doctor, you pervert!'
I ignored her verbal curses and continued to admire the beautiful sight. After the urine spread her labia, it rushed into the toilet. Liu Mei tried to close her legs, but I stopped her with my hand.
'Pervert!'
'Don't you know how beautiful you are down there?' I said. 'You haven't seen it yourself, have you?' 'Pervert! I can't see it like a guy like you!'
'Wait! I'll show you!'" I quickly ran to her dressing table, grabbed a mirror, and went back into the bathroom. I placed the mirror under her and used my index finger to stroke her labia.
"Ugh! I'm so embarrassed! I don't want to look!"
"You have something so beautiful, and you say you're embarrassed! Are you kidding me?" I said.
"I'm not used to it!" "
Come on! Take a good look at yourself, your weapon that drives men crazy!" Liu Mei carefully examined her vulva, moving the mirror left and right.
"Isn't it beautiful and alluring! I love it!" I said.
"That's right! You cheap men, all you want to do is put your dicks in here, you have no mercy for a beautiful woman!" "Fine! If you like it, I'll pamper it and scent it!" As soon as I finished speaking, I leaned over and started licking her labia.
"Get lost! I don't want to scent you anymore!" Liu Mei pushed me away with her foot. I licked away the remaining urine on her vulva, and she pushed me away before getting up on her own.
I followed her downstairs, and as she opened the refrigerator to drink ice water, I caught the dripping water on her chin.
"Pfft!" I suddenly grabbed Liu Mei's breasts, spraying water all over my face.
"You bad boy!" I squeezed her chest hard, confirming my deduction. She would experience pleasure from the pain in her breasts.
"Squeak! Ugh! Hmm!" Liu Mei squatted down in front of me, trying to make my penis erect.
My penis, which had just ejaculated, gradually became erect under Liu Mei's oral skills. I made her lie face down on the dining table and thrust into her from behind. The dining table shifted several tens of centimeters with my thrusting movements. Liu Mei's limp body was completely lying on the table, her vulva sinking with her buttocks, making it difficult for me to enter and exit. I
lifted one of her legs off the table, thus exposing her vulva and anus. The opening was level with my penis, and I moved in and out with nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one. With each deep thrust, Liu Mei would exhale a satisfied breath.
"What do you mean by this?" Xiao Juan tossed the tape I had sent her to me.
"You already knew what I meant!" I said.
Xiao Juan dodged past me and entered my living room. After standing there for a long time, she began to take off her clothes. Her snow-white, voluptuous skin was visible as she faced away from me. The proportions below her hips were the opposite of her upper body; her thighs, like bird legs, had an opening, and her buttocks protruded to the side.
Her inner labia were slightly exposed. She stood there for a long time before turning around. After our eyes met, she lowered her head.
"You can tie me up, but you can't hang me upside down or use clamps!"
"Hehe! You're afraid of pain! You can endure pain for a diamond!" I said, patting her.
"Come on! Why all the nonsense?"
I tied her to the armchair my dad used to sit in, her legs and feet spread apart on the armrests, her vulva wide open. I stuffed the ball into her mouth and tightened the straps. I blindfolded her, put on the glasses-like camera, and then used scissors to trim her already long pubic hair.
I forgot to buy shaving foam, so I had to use shower gel instead. Xiaojuan's saliva was already dripping down her chest and onto her navel. I carefully shaved off the pubic hair roots; these steps had already used up a roll of straps.
After changing the straps, I applied the clear liquid to her vulva and anus, then used my fingers to probe for a while.
"Ugh! Ugh!" Xiaojuan started struggling, trying to move her hips.
"How about it! Didn't you find the itchy spot? Hehe!" I said teasingly. I stirred my index finger inside her anus, and after pulling it out, gas was expelled.
Who says a woman's farts smell good? It stinks just like mine.
I wanted to try anal sex, so I imitated the man and injected the liquid into Xiaojuan's body, then plugged her anus. It was my first time doing this, and after injecting, I didn't plug it immediately; Xiaojuan had already expelled some of the liquid.
My floor was ruined; I hadn't laid down any parchment paper. I quickly grabbed the trash can to collect Xiaojuan's excrement. The clear liquid had mixed with the feces, turning it a muddy color, and the smell was extremely unpleasant. How could anyone like this smell?
After defecating, Xiaojuan's anus prolapsed, but my fingers no longer felt much pressure and easily went back in. The lubrication of the clear liquid made it easy for my penis to enter. The feeling of my penis going in and out of my anus was truly different; the temperature was noticeably different.
The tight and hot sensation quickly made me ejaculate. The additional lubrication from the semen made me reluctant to continue going in and out several times after ejaculating, until my penis softened and slid out of my anus.
I picked up the limp Xiaojuan and took her to the bathroom to clean her up. While she was taking a bath, I went back to the living room to clean up the mess on the floor. Xiaojuan looked like she had just recovered from a serious illness, lying in the bathtub groaning and moaning.
"What are you doing! Groaning and moaning!" I said.
"I've helped you with that, you'll know
what it feels like!" "Tell me what it feels like!" I asked, sitting on the edge of the bathtub with great interest.
"It feels like having diarrhea!" Xiaojuan said, raising her voice. "My ass hurts so much from all that poking!
"
I let her continue complaining in the bathtub. My stomach rumbled with hunger, so I threw the instant food packet into the pot to heat it up. Xiaojuan was wrapped in a bath towel, lying on the sofa watching TV. Seeing that she didn't want to eat, I finished my own portion and used a spoon to feed her the braised beef brisket rice.
"Look at you, acting like a freak! I never knew you were so gentle!" Xiaojuan said. "You know what? Qianhui used to brag to me about how much you listened to her, how you obediently waited for her to get off work, and how you even massaged her when she was tired! I'm not eating anymore! Come on! Give me a massage!" Of course, I had no choice but to massage her, starting from her toes and slowly moving upwards along her calves. The inner thighs of a woman are my favorite place to linger.
"Don't touch my butt! It still hurts!"
I had to skip that area and continue massaging upwards. After finishing the back massage, I let Xiaojuan rest her head on my lap, massaging her temples while watching the news. Xiaojuan fell asleep on my lap, so I gently placed her head on the chair cushion and went to the study to see the results of my work.
Xiaojuan stayed at my house last night, but I didn't let her into my study. I also threw away all of Qianhui's belongings, leaving only the photos and slides taken by that man. After removing the large number of white women, I asked Xiaojuan to identify the other nine women in the photos. Xiaojuan recognized four of them, three of whom had already left their jobs.
"You don't actually want them all, do you?"
"If you help me, I'll give you something in return!" I said.
"What kind of something? Tell me first!"
"How about this necklace? It has three more diamonds than yours!" I took back one of the pieces of jewelry that Qianhui had left behind and was now showing it to Xiaojuan.
When Xiaojuan saw the diamond necklace, her languid expression immediately changed, and her eyes widened as she stared at the necklace.
She seemed to be considering it and couldn't speak for a long time.
"Give me a month, and I'll arrange it! But you have to give me this first; I don't trust you!" "Why not!" I hung the necklace on her. Xiaojuan curled up in my arms, playing with the necklace I had hung around her neck.
I didn't care about the jewelry that man gave Qianhui. Qianhui had never worn any jewelry in front of me either; it seemed she had gained quite a bit after satisfying herself with that man. A house and a safe full of jewelry—Xiaojuan only got the necklace. It seemed that the man loved Qianhui's masochistic tendencies.
These women were all abused for money; their first time was almost always raped by him while drunk, and he used jewelry and money to silence them. Unfortunately, it had awakened the masochistic tendencies within Qianhui. Watching Qianhui's videos had become a daily routine.
Qianhui's behavior was so natural, so immersed in painful pleasure, unlike Xiaojuan, who endured being trampled for jewelry and money.
"You men, do you get pleasure from torturing women like this?" Xiaojuan suddenly asked me.
"I don't know!" "Seeing you in so much pain, I felt a strange unease!" "Pervert!" Xiaojuan cursed.
"You're just as perverted! You let that man ravage you for a necklace!" "I! I!" Xiaojuan was speechless, unable to find a way to defend herself.
"Like a tortoise laughing at a turtle's tail! We're the same!" I said.
For this diamond necklace, Xiaojuan raped me early in the morning. She slept with my penis in her arms all night, and in the morning, as a man's penis naturally became erect, she knelt on top of me and masturbated me before going to work. I was woken up by her, and I watched her working on me with her eyes tightly closed.
We both reached orgasm at the same time. When she orgasmed, her spasming vagina contracted rapidly. My bladder, brimming with urine, was almost unbearable under her weight. The throbbing of my ejaculation, the head of my penis hitting her G-spot, each tremor of my penis caused her body to tremble.
When she saw me watching her, she ran to the bathroom in shame. My pee was heavy and urgent, hitting the toilet directly. Xiaojuan was squatting in the bathtub, scrubbing her genitals.
"You'll have to accept this child if I get pregnant!" "
We'll talk about it after it's born!" I said to her with a cold smile.
When you have money, banks pay special attention to you. They relentlessly try to sell you new products. I have no confidence in bonds or funds, so I just went along with the saleswoman's pitch, transferring part of my Taiwan Dollar fixed deposit to a US Dollar fixed deposit. It's all money anyway; making Americans lose money isn't that easy. Now I only have confidence in money; I have no interest in understanding any other investments.
Neighbors, former classmates, and colleagues, knowing I'd received Qianhui's compensation, started coming to borrow money from me. Being extremely stingy, I had no chance of lending them any, so I had to hide at Liu Mei's house. Avoiding these people who came to borrow money, hiding here had many advantages: I could eat her food, wear her clothes, and sleep with her—all without spending a penny.
But this didn't last long. Three weeks later, her husband was returning to Taiwan. I couldn't stay there, and I was forced back to my own home. When people are lonely and bored, they start to overthink. Xiaojuan had disappeared without a trace after taking my money, and the more I thought about it, the angrier I became.
"Damn it! That bitch, don't play me for a fool!" I muttered, dialing the phone while staring blankly.
"Hello!" I only managed to say one word before she immediately replied, "I'm in a meeting right now. I'll come over after work!" And then the call was disconnected.
Bored, I picked up Qianhui's tape and played it. The magnetic powder on the tape had probably peeled off from frequent use, and the picture quality was starting to deteriorate. I tried using "steel tapes" for storage, but the effect wasn't much better than regular tapes.
I tried a computer tape cutter, but with the hard drive capacity at the time, it filled up before I could even fit one tape. It's still more practical to carefully preserve the cut master tapes and play them using backup tapes whenever possible.
Watching the videotape, with Qianhui tied to a chair and her genitals being violated, I couldn't help but masturbate. After releasing my pent-up emotions, I lay down on the sofa and fell asleep.
"What do you want to eat? I'll buy it!" I was woken up by the phone.
"Anything!" I said, hanging up the phone and staring blankly at the ceiling.
The streetlights outside shone on the ceiling. Xiaojuan rang the doorbell for a long time before I got up to open the door. She was busy in the kitchen, putting the food she bought into plates. After setting everything up, she invited me to come and eat. I didn't have much of an appetite after just waking up, watching Xiaojuan wolf down her food.
"Why aren't you eating?" "
I just woke up! I'm not hungry yet!" "I said.
Watching her slurp her noodles, it was as if Qianhui was sucking on that man's penis again.
"Come here!"
"What? If you want to do something, wait until I finish eating!" she complained.
I took out my penis and made her kneel under the table to serve me. The grease from the beef noodles was still on her lips, and under the light, my penis shimmered like rainbows. Just as Xiaojuan was giving me a blowjob, I started eating my bowl of noodles. This meal was the most satisfying I'd ever had. I finished my noodles and ejaculated in her mouth at the same time.
Xiaojuan swallowed the semen, returned to her seat with a sour face, and continued eating the rest of her bowl.
"Isn't this side dish good!" I chuckled.
Xiaojuan ignored me and continued eating her noodles. When she was drinking the soup, she finally spoke: "Xiaofeng said she'd pay you to buy back the tape!"
"Hehe! I have plenty of money now, this deal is off!" “She can do it with you once, but you have to return the tape to her,” Xiaojuan continued after finishing her soup.
“Okay! But it has to be all three of us!” I said. “She sets the conditions, and I’ll set mine too! The one-month deadline is almost up, and if we exceed it… hehe! Don’t blame me for doing something else!” “I’ve already helped you this much, don’t force me, okay? You’re not like those rich young masters who would spend money to blackmail people with such despicable means! Or do you want me to die for you?”
“Fine! But remember to write me as the beneficiary, I’m now your lover too!” “Go away! I’ve never seen a man as shameless as you!”
“Are you going to stay here tonight?”
“Of course! Didn’t you see I brought this bag with me?” Xiaojuan gestured to the bag next to the dining table.
At Xiaojuan’s request, I played Qianhui’s tape for her to watch. This tape was a compilation of all of Qianhui’s essence. Xiaojuan watched in stunned silence, completely speechless.
"Your wife seems to be enjoying it?" she finally asked after the video ended. "I never knew she, usually so gentle and quiet, had such a different side!"
I listened carefully to Xiaojuan's observations, a woman's perspective.
"You really can't judge a book by its cover!" These were Xiaojuan's last words.
"Yes! Just like you!" As soon as I finished speaking, her small fist slammed into my chest.
A woman's fist doesn't hurt; it felt like it was teasing my desire.
Chapter Three
That night, I didn't abuse Xiaojuan. We made love in the normal position, and she was satisfied with my performance. For a woman to submit to a man, she must desire him. Xiaojuan initially desired the money I possessed. After these events, I developed a slightly sadistic tendency in my sexual behavior.
Various fantasies flooded in; I became fascinated by the image of a woman urinating. When Xiaojuan went to the toilet, I would follow her in. At first, she wouldn't release herself in front of me, so I wouldn't let her leave the toilet and would play with her labia with my fingers or tongue.
Until she couldn't hold it in any longer, at first it was just drops of urine, then it was like a torrent of urine. Young women in front of me always seemed to be wearing the Emperor's New Clothes, but their genitals were like those in a comic book, a white expanse without any shape. I would try to spread the woman's legs apart, wanting to see her cherry blossom-like private parts clearly.
A woman's naked body no longer excited me; only looking at her vulva could make me erect. The sexual sadomasochism towards Xiaojuan was just a transference of my Qianhui complex. Abusing women didn't increase my libido much, but playing with her vulva and anus could excite me for a long time.
I was already tired of the withdrawal method, so I consulted a classmate who was a pharmacist who ran a pharmacy. He introduced me to a spermicide that was as thin as paper, but after inserting it into a woman's vagina, it tasted bitter when licked. To avoid having women share my money through pregnancy, I could endure this hardship.
For Xiaofeng's sexual encounter, I specially modified seven cameras to use hidden lenses, placing them in seven corners of the room. Slow-motion recording could last for two hours, so I had to adjust the timing carefully to prevent them from knowing I was filming.
Xiaofeng's presence overshadowed Xiaojuan, who was arguably the most beautiful of the women. Her sour face gave me the idea to tease her, and Xiaojuan had already prepared torture tools. I laid two layers of oil paper on the bed, and Xiaojuan tied her to it like a dumpling.
Women are just as good as men at torture games; Xiaojuan easily injected three tubes of clear liquid into Xiaofeng's body. She even ordered her not to let the liquid leak out, and Xiaofeng's face changed in pain. Her anus, plugged with a stopper, rose and fell with the peristalsis of Xiaofeng's intestines.
Xiaojuan clamped her labia with clips, the thin threads of the clips tied to her thighs, the movement of her thighs pulling at the pain in her labia. Xiaojuan used all the tricks that man had used on Qianhui on Xiaofeng. The flesh-colored, double-headed artificial penis, one end already inserted,
was being pounded by Xiaojuan like mochi, with tremendous force. The two seemed to harbor a deep-seated hatred. Xiaofeng was in so much pain that tears streamed down her face. I watched the scene, unable to stop her, otherwise Xiaojuan would slip out of my control. I could only let Xiaojuan wreak havoc, Xiaofeng's face covered in saliva and tears. Xiaojuan's hand must have gotten tired, because she withdrew the artificial penis.
Xiaofeng's stretched vaginal opening allowed me to closely observe the folds of flesh inside. I shone a small flashlight inside; the layers of flesh were like viewing a mountain range from an airplane. Xiaofeng's vaginal opening was covered in fleshy growths, which I couldn't help but lick.
As I licked Xiaofeng's labia, Xiaojuan crawled between my legs and sucked on my penis. The liquid in her stomach made Xiaofeng writhe uncontrollably. Her eyes seemed to be pleading with me to let her release it. Her pained expression made my heart race, and I felt like I was on steroids.
With Xiaojuan sucking my erect penis, I quickly inserted it into Xiaofeng's vagina. The plug in her anus bobbed up and down; I was afraid her feces would spray out, so I pressed the plug down with my hand as I moved in and out. Xiaofeng shook her head frantically—was it excitement?
Or pain?
Xiaojuan helped me push my hips from behind, and Xiaofeng started banging her head against the spring mattress. A thought flashed through my mind, and I pulled away from Xiaofeng's body, carrying her into the bathroom. I pulled out the plug from her anus, and a stream of black liquid gushed out. Her anus erupted like a volcano.
I untied Xiaofeng's bound hands and feet, and she quickly ripped the gag from her mouth. Xiao Feng's tears, snot, and saliva kept flowing, and her numb jaw couldn't close for a moment. I really regretted not installing a camera in the bathroom; Xiao Feng looked so pitiful and beautiful.
While Xiao Juan was helping Xiao Feng wash her body, I rushed to the study to check the camera. I quickly changed the tape and returned to the room to continue the next stage.
"Please! Stop playing around, okay?" Xiao Feng knelt on the ground and begged me when she saw me.
"I think you should just go in her ass and finish! She looks disgusting!" Xiao Juan said, sitting on the bed, then pulled Xiao Feng to the edge of the bed, indicating that I should start.
Her anus, which had already prolapsed, felt as soft as mochi when pressed with my fingers, just like Xiao Juan's experience. My penis went in easily, and as I moved in and out, Xiao Juan poured some clear liquid in. Her anus gripped my penis tightly, and the high temperature inside her rectum made the glans feel very comfortable.
The clear liquid lubricated the movement without any dryness. This passage, as pure as a virgin's, I hadn't felt this tightness in so long; if it continued, I would truly become addicted to it. Xiaojuan held Xiaofeng down, preventing her from struggling, and I easily entered and exited. Xiaojuan then leaned in to kiss me, her expression suggesting she wanted me to be satisfied with her masterpiece.
The moment I ejaculated felt long and eternal; my movements had a certain rhythm and cadence. Xiaofeng felt the throbbing in my penis, as she told me when she came to me afterward. She hated Xiaojuan's abuse of her. I gave Xiaofeng the edited master tape as instructed, along with a diamond bracelet.
Because of Xiaojuan, Xiaofeng staggered away with the tape. The look in her eyes when she looked at Xiaojuan—if those were two sharp arrows, Xiaojuan would have been killed several times over. What deep-seated hatred existed between Xiaojuan and Xiaofeng? I didn't ask. That night, Xiaojuan pursued me seven times before finally letting me go.
Being able to bring a woman such intense pleasure gave me immense confidence to seek new pleasures. Fortunately, my current wealthy status makes this easy. Now single again, I've started living a dissolute life.
The diamond bracelet that brought Xiaofeng back was a huge help. Qianhui left behind seventy or eighty pieces of jewelry. I originally wanted to sell them, but the jewelry stores were only willing to pay 30% of the value. Having learned my lesson about seducing Xiaojuan, I realized these pieces would be a significant asset.
"I want you to help me get back at Xiaojuan!" Xiaofeng said as I opened the door.
"Come in!"
"I want you to help me get back at that bitch!" Xiaofeng said angrily.
Xiaojuan's rough behavior that day had left Xiaofeng's labia lacerated. She was in pain for a whole week, making it difficult for her to sit or stand at work. Now she wanted Xiaojuan to experience that pain.
"You're not cut out for this game. Go back to normal!" Xiaofeng said to me.
"How so?" "
I've been playing around with that rich kid for over a year, and I've never felt you had any sadistic tendencies!" Xiao Feng said. "On the contrary, that bitch, what deep-seated hatred do I have for her to treat me like this?" Xiao Feng said, my clumsy techniques were no match for that rich kid's. Hearing her compare me to that man, a surge of anger welled up inside me again. I tore her clothes off, Xiao Feng's tattered clothes and half-naked body actually aroused my lust, she showed no fear.
She even reached into my pants, pulled out my semi-erect penis, her fingers sometimes loosening and sometimes tightening, while she swayed her buttocks. She helped me take off my pants, took the glans into her mouth, and teased it with her lips. Her fingers were also scraping my testicles, and soon I ejaculated into her mouth.
She didn't waste a single drop, she kept teasing it. My penis showed no sign of softening, and she played with it for about ten minutes before letting me penetrate.
She lay face down on the sofa, one leg bent at the knee. I didn't dare slack off, thrusting in and out diligently. She was dazed, moaning softly, her voice a mixture of sobs and choked cries. The second ejaculation felt like running a 5,000-kilometer race. I sat on the floor, leaning against the sofa, panting, my semen overflowing from her dark labia.
It flowed down her thighs onto the sofa. I parted her legs, taking in the beautiful sight, and saw her labia twitching. The tender, alluring flesh seemed to be swallowing and releasing semen.
In a weak voice, she asked me to tickle her. Underarms, waist, soles of her feet. As I tickled her, she continued to tremble. The climax ended after she urinated like a fountain, leaving my sofa a mess of semen, vaginal fluid, and urine.
That clueless fund saleswoman at the bank, after tricking me into converting my NTD to USD fixed deposit, got a taste of success and kept coming to me. Undeterred, she continued to try and sell me a Central and South American investment fund, driving me crazy. I couldn't concentrate on her technical explanations.
She kept going, and in my mind's eye, her clothes disappeared. But her breasts and vulva were completely blank; I couldn't connect the female sexual characteristics in my mind to that empty space. My gaze was fixed on her genitals, my blank stare making her think I was thinking.
"Mr. Lin! Mr. Lin! My investment return rate is definitely better than NTD fixed deposits!" she said, shaking me.
Coming back to my senses, my mind was preoccupied with how to fill that blank vulva. She pushed the form in front of me; I only saw her slender, unpainted hands. How wonderful it would be if those hands were holding my penis!
It was almost noon, so I invited her to lunch. Of course, she agreed, hoping to secure my investment. The stir-fry restaurant delivered the dishes I ordered over the phone within thirty minutes. Fearing she wouldn't drink, I deliberately opened a bottle of red wine for her.
Women tend to dislike sorghum liquor, but are more accepting of red wine.
I learned this theory from Playboy magazine, and I often secretly mixed sorghum into her wine when she wasn't looking. I insisted she finish the bottle of red wine, using the promise of buying ten units of mutual funds as bait.
Her red wine, mixed with almost thirty percent sorghum, still complimented me on how delicious it was. Halfway through, she was slurring her words; the alcohol made her even more unrestrained. I moved to sit beside her, put my arm around her waist, and even used chopsticks to feed her food with her wine. Half-drunk
, she actually kissed me with her greasy lips. She didn't finish the last glass. Because I had already carried her to the room, stripped her naked, and laid her on the bed. The small areola paired with a nipple the size of a peanut, I sucked on it desperately, filling the first empty space.
A slender waist, paired with a sexy navel. I tried to lick it with my tongue, but she pushed my hands towards her vulva. The sparse pubic hair made her labia look like budding flowers. Before I could even fully appreciate it, she forced me to use my tongue to make those buds bloom. The two labia, like a pitcher plant, slowly opened under my licking.
Her contracting vaginal opening seemed to be trying to catch my tongue, and I, like a fly drawn to the sweet scent of dragon grass, desperately crawled into that deadly honey hole. Her legs tightly gripped my head, and I began to struggle like a fly trying to break free of its trap.
Finally, when she was no longer satisfied with my tongue, she loosened her grip on my head.
"Ah!" she sighed, produced by my penis entering her. "Ooh! Ooh!" she moaned with each thrust.
Her moans seemed to be suppressed, as if she dared not be too open. The more she suppressed, the more I wanted to tease her. I raised her legs high and spread them wide, thrusting forcefully. This made her unable to make a sound; her mouth opened and closed like a carp out of water, trying to swallow one last breath of air before dying.
After this position lasted for a while, I gradually felt my strength failing. Her expression reminded me of Qianhui, who never made a sound during sex. I stopped, roughly flipping her over so she was face down in front of me. She automatically raised her hips, yearning for my penis to return.
I had already imagined her as Qianhui, holding her tightly, but she responded forcefully in return. This position remained unchanged until I ejaculated. Three cups of sorghum liquor had reduced the sensation in my glans. How long had I held her? I'd lost track of time. It felt like a long-distance run, five kilometers completed and then forced to continue.
My breathing became increasingly difficult, as if a wall was pressing down on my face. I wanted to stop, but she wouldn't let me, relentlessly pushing me forward. Suddenly, I passed through that wall, a refreshing breeze washing over me, revitalizing my previously sore muscles.
The surge of adrenaline numbed the muscle pain and increased my excitement. She had submitted to me; I had to grab her hips to stop her from sinking. Her beautiful buttocks were deformed by my grip, her anus stretched taut by the skin, resembling a blooming chrysanthemum.
I continued thrusting in and out, scraping her anus with my thumb as her body returned to normal. I no longer needed to grip her buttocks tightly; her thrusts became increasingly intense, causing a dull ache in my pubic bone. After three or four cycles of her body relaxing and tightening, my glans was almost ready to react.
As I ejaculated, we stood like statues on the bed. I forgot to film this exciting process. Initially, I only wanted to fill the empty genital areas of her body, without any intention of having sex with her, so I didn't prepare the camera in the study beforehand.
My body stiffened during ejaculation, but I cursed myself in my mind. Her body seemed to freeze, lying there asleep. I didn't withdraw from her body until my penis was completely soft. Only then did I realize she was asleep, so I quickly ran to the study to grab a V8 camera to film her vulva.
A drop of semen was at the entrance of her vagina, like dew on a cherry blossom. Her raised buttocks prevented my semen from flowing out. I manipulated her engorged, everted labia, shaping them in various ways. I wondered if there was something like an endoscope that would allow me to film the inside of her vagina.
After getting tired of filming, I went to the bathroom for a shower, my adrenaline still pumping. I looked at the roll of close-up footage of her vulva in my hand, pondering how to edit it, or perhaps continuing to curse myself for forgetting to film the whole thing. Back in the room, her position allowed me to lie down and admire the beauty of her vulva.
How did I fall asleep? I don't even remember. I just kept looking at her beautiful pussy until I fell asleep. When I woke up, I found a note she had left on the coffee table, along with a completed fund purchase application form, just waiting for my signature. The note indicated she would come back in two days to pick up the application.
Of course, I prepared my camera, waiting for her arrival. Finally, I achieved my goal of filming our lovemaking in its entirety. However, she told me that this was the third time; she wanted to preserve my vigorous lovemaking style in her memory. I've kept in touch with her, but she absolutely refuses to let me have sex with her anymore.
I can only savor her beautiful body and vagina in the videos. Her way of teasing me is truly unforgettable. However, what she said makes sense. After having sex with Xiaojuan so many times, I gradually started to feel perfunctory.
Xiaojuan also began to complain, saying that I was tired of her body. Of course, I wouldn't abandon Xiaojuan. Now, I cherish and care for any vagina I can have sex with. A woman's senses are really sharp. Having sex with Xiaojuan too frequently makes me want to find other vaginas.
Her treatment of me at the bank only makes me want to help her achieve her sales targets in order to beg for sex again. I know that none of the fund companies are making money anymore. I always apply for redemption after three or four months of purchase, when I'm not losing money.
She's only concerned with selling to earn commissions and won't pay attention to my redemption. I'm just earning less interest income. Even after all this coaxing, she still won't let me have sex. That's just how people are; the more unattainable something is, the more they want it.
Coaxing her has become a new job in my boring life.
Yangyang suddenly came to me. One of her clients wanted to rent the villa Qianhui had acquired for a contracted manager. I gave her the keys to handle it.
"It's a foreign couple looking to rent it. If you add furniture, the price can be better!" "Go handle it! I'll give you the price later!" I stared directly at Yangyang. The ugly duckling from my school days now seemed quite beautiful.
"So, how much are you going to give me?" "
We're old classmates, would I mistreat you?" I said. In my eyes, Yangyang was practically naked, but her breasts and vulva were bare.
"You! So stingy! I don't care! I want three months' rent!" "How about this too?" I waved the chain in my pocket in front of her.
"A Soviet drill!" Yangyang's tone made it sound like I was trying to trick her with a drill. "Is there a guarantee?" I showed her the guarantee, then helped her put the chain around her neck, and breathed into her ear.
Yangyang's scent made my penis throb.
"You want to seduce me?" Yangyang said sweetly. "Although I'm separated from my husband, I'm not a casual person!" "
You're separated! I'm a deadbeat! We're practically a match made in heaven!" "I didn't realize you've changed so much!" Yangyang said. "Aren't you afraid of me?" We were almost face to face, and Yangyang kissed me on the lips. "I'll come find you after I finish this!"
That damn bitch Yangyang actually spent 1.4 million to decorate that villa according to that damn foreigner's ideas. Even though the monthly rent was 180,000 and the lease was for three years, I still spent that money very quickly. And sleeping with Yangyang was my miscalculation; she called my first year's rent a joint investment.
The foreigner paid rent annually plus a year's deposit, all of which Yangyang used to buy an apartment for herself. My name isn't on the deed, and I'm afraid of losing money if I want to confront her.
If we calculate based on 3,600 yuan per night for three nights, I'd need to sleep with her 600 times to break even. That doesn't even include interest. I really regret giving her that extra chain; I should have secured that villa before sleeping with her. It's too late for regrets now.
"Darling! Are you satisfied with the decor?" she said as I was having sex with her.
I've only slept with her six times so far, only one percent of my goal. To protect my assets, I can't mistreat her. Last time she only bit me once and then turned on me; this time I had to beg her to let me.
"Have you finalized your divorce yet?"
"Didn't get it done! Do you think I dare buy this house and transfer the title in my name?" Yangyang was quite satisfied with my efforts. "That damn man actually wants alimony from me! No way!" "You haven't changed your shrewish ways. Don't treat me like that!" I said nervously.
"We grew up together. As long as you obey me, I'll treat you well!" Yangyang said. "By the way! Why didn't you pursue me before?"
"I...I...!" I couldn't think of an answer.
"I know! You thought I was fierce and ugly, right?" Yangyang said.
But that was the truth. She always had a bowl cut and wore big black-rimmed glasses when she attended girls' high school. She really was ugly. Coupled with her fierce cursing, all the guys in our village were terrified of her back then. Fighting with the delinquents outside the village was nothing compared to arguing with her.
I'm the worst off. She lives right next door. My mom, eighteen years younger than my dad, ran off with another man after giving birth to me. My dad left me in their care, and I even have to eat at their house. She pulled out a black-and-white photo of us together in the bathtub when we were three.
"Looking back now, we really were a match made in heaven!" she said, as I looked at the childhood photo.
Yangyang resembles her mother, petite and delicate. But her breasts are quite large, and perhaps due to her work, sitting for long periods makes her buttocks a bit overweight. Her alcohol tolerance seems to have inherited from her father. The first time I slept with her, I tried to learn how men get women drunk, but I ended up getting drunk myself.
Yangyang wants to control my money, but how could I do that? No matter how much she promises me that I'll be the only man in her life, I can't trust her. I lied to her, saying I invested all my money in stocks and funds, only showing her my stock trading account.
"Wow! How can you be so stupid? You're just leaving it in the securities depository without trading. Let me manage it for you!" "And so, she even managed to take my stock settlement account.
Now, I don't dare let her know the status of my other accounts, while she gives me 30,000 yuan a month in pocket money from my debit card account. She doesn't like this house of mine; she says she can feel my ex-wife's ghost there, and she insists I sell or rent it out.
I had no choice but to secretly buy another apartment, move all the equipment and tapes there to hide, and Yangyang renovated the apartment and rented it out to students as apartments.
'Don't say I'm controlling your money too tightly; all the students' rent will be deposited into this savings account, move it! You keep the notebook, but I'll keep the seal!' Damn! I'm really grateful to Yangyang for managing my finances like this, I can see her but can't have her.
Living with Yangyang is like Qianhui is still alive; I'm a full-time stay-at-home husband. In the morning, I respectfully see Yangyang off to work, and in the evening, I have to prepare dishes according to her wishes. After dinner, I have to give her a massage before bed."
Before I could have sex with her, I had to lick her until she was satisfied before she would let me penetrate her. If I wasn't satisfied, she wouldn't let me.
This fear, instilled in me since childhood by her, was deeply ingrained in my heart. I started to have thoughts of escaping her, but my money was 30% controlled by her, and my departure would allow her to enjoy my vast wealth alone. I didn't want to, so I had to endure it.
Xiao Feng suddenly came to me to borrow money. I took her to that secluded apartment and lied to her, saying that her investment had failed and her house had been seized, so she had to move to this apartment.
"Please! My boyfriend borrowed money from underground banks using my name, and he's already run away. The underground banks sprayed paint on my house and caused trouble at my company. I know you still have stocks, and the securities broker you deal with is my sister. I've been looking for you for so long. It's only 1.2 million. As long as you help me, my body is yours. What do you want me to do? I'll cooperate with you, as long as you help me with this!"
Xiao Feng knelt on the ground, pleading with me, and even took off all her clothes. If I sleep with her now, I'll have to lend her money. No way! I can't do it.
But my penis just won't obey, forcing Xiaofeng to pull it out and get hard. I sat on the sofa, letting Xiaofeng do me, my semen shooting deep into Xiaofeng's vagina, defying my brain's commands. My 1.2 million yuan is gone again. I took the cash and went with Xiaofeng to an underground money lender to pay off the debt.
After dealing with this, Xiaofeng curled up in my arms like a lamb. I was still heartbroken about my 1.2 million yuan, which was the interest I'd earned from a year's fixed deposit. Xiaofeng's beautiful vagina, after absorbing my semen, has now sucked away this large sum of money.
Xiaofeng discovered the secret of my apartment building; she's made it clear she wants me to support her. After the last incident with Xiaojuan, she and Xiaojuan are now at odds at work. Xiaojuan has fueled the underground money lender issue, making it impossible for Xiaofeng to continue.
Women's jealousy and grudges—I didn't know they would cause such a big incident later.
Liu Mei has reappeared; she disappears and then reappears every now and then. Daytime! This became the time I dreamed of every day. Xiaofeng taught me techniques of sadomasochism, while I explored Liu Mei's sadomasochistic tendencies. At night! I was like a dog at Yangyang's feet.
I told Xiaofeng and Liu Mei everything about living with Yangyang, and the two women actually pitied me, the man. I let my anger vent on them. I gave Xiaofeng a debit card, with the interest automatically deposited into it every month for her to use. I couldn't possibly spend all the allowance Yangyang gave me each month; Xiaofeng's body was already at my mercy, so I treated it as the cost of keeping a pet.
Whenever Liu Mei had free time and wanted something, she would send me text messages with hints, thoughtfully using advertising language.
Yangyang would check my phone's call logs; anyone would think Liu Mei's trick was a text message scam. Yangyang even cautiously told me not to believe those ads.
I had already memorized Liu Mei's phone number; I bought this EasyPay card number for her to send text messages.
I truly admire Liu Mei's understanding of men's hearts; perhaps it's from being someone's mistress for so long that she's learned so much.
Xiao Feng's plan to take revenge on Xiao Juan—I wonder how long he's been meticulously planning it? Every day after dropping Yangyang off at work, I shuttled between the three cities, venting my pent-up resentment on Xiao Feng and Liu Mei. My good days lasted for over a year, until Xiao Feng's revenge plan disrupted everything.
Xiao Juan, who was about to get married, was forcibly invited out by Xiao Feng's scheme. Xiao Feng, from who knows where, obtained a sleeping potion that made Xiao Juan drink juice and fall unconscious. Tied to a Spanish sex chair, Xiao Juan was laid naked in an exaggerated pose.
Xiao Feng had six silver rings pierced her labia, and silver needles were also driven into her clitoris and nipples. Unconscious, she felt no pain. I was worried that Xiao Feng had given her too much of the drug and it might kill her.
"Don't worry! It's best if she dies! I won't let you get involved!" Xiao Feng said.
Xiao Juan remained unconscious for a day, only waking up the following evening.
"Let me go!" "What do you want?" Xiaojuan shouted at Xiaofeng. "What did you do to me? Why does it hurt down there?"
Xiaojuan rattled off a string of words, explaining that although Xiaofeng had disinfected and applied medicine to the wounds from the piercings and needles, the pain from the holes in her body was still intense.
"You bitch! Why did you put those things on me?" Xiaojuan cursed. "Let me go right now, or you'll regret it!"
Xiaofeng ignored her angry curses and left the room, letting her shout as she pleased. He had made sure the room was very soundproof, with double-glazed windows and sound-absorbing foam on the walls. After closing the door, even I, in the living room, couldn't hear Xiaojuan's curses.
I had to rush to meet Yangyang for a housewarming party. Xiaofeng kissed me goodbye and told me to leave without worry. I only found out how Xiaofeng had tormented Xiaojuan afterward by watching the videotape.
After I left, Xiaofeng simply placed a basin under the chair to collect Xiaojuan's excrement. The videotape shows that Xiaofeng was in the room; the timer in the lower right corner of the video indicates that Xiaofeng went in every four hours to give Xiaojuan water and feed her.
For the first two days, I had gone to Liu Mei's house for fun at her invitation. Xiaojuan's resistance crumbled after the second day, and the videotape showed Xiaojuan's desperate pleas.
"Please let me go! I treated you like that before because I was jealous of your beauty! I won't do it again!"
Xiaofeng ignored her pleas and, after the regular watering and feeding, would insert things into her vagina and anus. Close-up shots of her private parts captured all of Xiaojuan's actions at her vaginal opening and anus.
"Four days!" "If I don't go to work, I'll be doomed! Please let me go!" "Don't worry! I've already arranged fourteen days of special leave for you. The company will just consider it a trip abroad!" Xiao Feng said as she hung a weight on the spot where the pin was inserted.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! It hurts!" Xiao Juan cried out in pain as the weight of the weight pulled her nipples and labia against the upright chair.
Xiao Feng ignored Xiao Juan's tears of pain and left the room. Xiao Juan's wailing continued until the video ended.
I wanted to go in and see Xiao Juan, but when I entered the room, it was Xiao Juan who was begging me. I carefully examined the deformed area caused by the weight of the weight. The wound had healed, but the pin insertion point had been stretched into a hole, like wearing an overly heavy earring.
"Please! Take that thing off for me!"
I removed the weights one by one, and the deformed area slowly returned to its original state. But Xiaojuan's beautiful nipples had become elongated, and her inner labia were deformed, transforming into a strange kind of beauty. I involuntarily licked them; Xiaojuan's genitals smelled of feces and urine.
After she defecated, Xiaofeng didn't clean her bottom; licking her vulva felt like it had been sprinkled with a lot of salt, both smelly and salty. Xiaofeng appeared, carrying a basin of clean water. After cleaning Xiaojuan's genitals, she respectfully invited me to penetrate her vagina.
The silver ring on her labia scraped against my penis, producing an unusual pleasure.
"Fuck me! Let me go after you're done!" Xiaojuan pleaded.
Afraid I would soften, Xiaofeng stuffed a sock into her mouth. Without Xiaojuan's pleas, I was no longer bothered by the sound. I forcefully thrust in and out of Xiaojuan; the bound and abused female body—I had been trained by Xiaofeng to appreciate the beauty of this bound body. Xiaofeng pushed her hips behind me, and I ejaculated wildly deep into Xiaojuan's vagina.
Xiaofeng first cleaned my penis, then used a vaginal douche to wash Xiaojuan's vulva.
After pouring in plenty of warm water, Xiaofeng playfully pressed on her stomach, and the water mixed with semen gushed out like a fountain. Xiaojuan was played with like this until there wasn't a basin of water left, finally ending this ordeal.
I seized the remaining few days, leaving Yangyang behind and me leaving the house immediately. Xiaofeng arranged different positions for me to have sex with Xiaojuan every day, and then she would have sex with me. I made up an excuse to Liu Mei that I wouldn't go to her house for the next few days.
On the last day, Xiaojuan was hung up by ropes like a pig by Xiaofeng. I just stood there and let my penis enter Xiaojuan's vagina, and Xiaofeng pushed Xiaojuan's body to let me in and out of her. Finally, my thin semen was injected into Xiaojuan's anus, ending these ten days of madness.
Xiaojuan was completely immobilized, her limbs bound and numb with bruises. Xiaofeng and I lifted the lifeless Xiaojuan into the bathtub to wash her. The hot water helped improve her blood circulation, and Xiaofeng even fed her a glass of brandy. Xiaojuan's eyes no longer held that malice.
She closed her eyes and let Xiaofeng and me wash her. Xiaofeng laid out a towel on the bed, lifted Xiaojuan onto the bed, and dried her off. Xiaofeng and I each massaged Xiaojuan's bound areas, and once the bindings were loosened, Xiaojuan actually fell asleep. Before I left to go home, Xiaojuan had already woken up.
Xiaofeng fed her chicken soup, first explaining why he had treated her this way, and then Xiaojuan followed suit. They talked about past jealousies between them. Then they apologized to each other, and Xiaofeng told her to rest and recover there. I then left to go home and prepare dinner.
Today, Yangyang seemed particularly cheerful and smug; he even initiated sex with me. While I was washing the dishes, he gave me a blowjob. I sat on the sofa, squeezing out a little more semen from my nearly empty testicles into Yangyang's vagina.
Xiaojuan enjoyed Xiaofeng's service for three days, then went to work radiantly. But trouble struck that very day; her fiancé argued with her at work because she had been missing for two weeks. Her colleagues managed to mediate and calm him down, but that night, after discovering the silver ring on Xiaojuan's labia and the silver needles on her nipples,
he stormed out. Xiaojuan didn't sleep all night, waiting outside Xiaofeng's apartment. Just as I was about to drive Xiaofeng to buy some groceries, she slammed on the gas and crashed into me. I pushed Xiaofeng aside, but I was knocked down and slumped onto the hood. I looked at Xiaojuan's expressionless face inside the car, then a sharp pain shot through my leg, and I lost consciousness.
When I woke up, I only found Yangyang beside me. The police wanted to take my statement, and of course, I had to protect Xiaojuan. Xiaojuan didn't say a word at the police station, so I had to fabricate a story about a twisted relationship to appease them.
"Luckily, you still have me in your heart and want to end this affair, otherwise you wouldn't even know how you died!" Yangyang said to me after the police left.
Xiaofeng secretly came to see me while Yangyang was at work, and Xiaojuan also went to the hospital after her release.
"Why did you protect me?"
"If I didn't protect you, would I want to harm you?" I said.
After Xiaojuan explained, I realized that her target wasn't me; she wanted Xiaofeng dead. Her hard-won second marriage was gone just like that. After her fiancé stormed out, he went around telling everyone about the silver ring on her body. Even her colleagues called her home to complain. With her
new marriage and job in jeopardy, she was furious and only wanted to kill Xiaofeng, the instigator.
I pushed Xiaofeng, saving her life. I opposed Yangyang filing a civil lawsuit against Xiaojuan for assault, and Xiaojuan was sentenced to eight months in prison for assault. Of course, I went to court to plead with the judge, which is why she was sentenced to such a short time.
Leaning on my cane, I put on an act before the judge, taking the blame upon myself. Yangyang didn't know I went to court; if she knew I was protecting Xiaojuan like this, I'd skin her alive. Yangyang knew I couldn't do anything reckless because of my limited mobility.
But I really didn't want to remove my leg, which was in a cast. I could easily get Liu Mei and Xiaofeng to do my bidding. My open fracture meant it took me three months to be able to walk with a cane. Xiaojuan applied for immediate imprisonment, and after the court hearing, I went to Liu Mei's house and acted pitiful.
Xiaofeng was bold enough to come to my house every morning and suck out my semen with her mouth. Then she would serve me lunch before leaving. I regularly visited Xiaojuan in prison because I promised her I would take care of her after her release. This incident made Yangyang more proactive towards me.
Every night she would gently ask if I wanted to ejaculate. Of course, I was happy to let her do it for me. Six months! I had just removed the cast from my lower leg, but the steel pins in my thigh still made it difficult for me to move around. After Xiaojuan was released from prison, Liu Mei disappeared again.
I arranged for Xiaojuan and Xiaofeng to live in that apartment. With bank interest rates dropping again and again, I cancelled my fixed deposit and let Xiaojuan and Xiaofeng open a high-end imported clothing store so they could be self-sufficient. After they got busy, I had less time to look after them, and Yangyang would check up on my whereabouts at any time. With
more free time, I had to find ways to pass the time. Playing on the computer became my best pastime, which made Yangyang happiest. She could leave me at home with peace of mind and work hard to support me.
Online chat rooms even brought back the phonetic symbols I'd long forgotten. Some netizens advised me to keep this strange experience online and share it with the internet community. The story ends here. Pregnant Yangyang started getting angry at me for always being on the computer.
Pregnancy! It brought back Yangyang's fiery temper from her teenage years; she smashed a keyboard just yesterday. If I hadn't quickly protected the computer screen, I might not have been able to finish this story today. I couldn't continue writing because Yangyang was calling me again, saying that a woman's vagina is beautifully swollen after pregnancy.
This beautiful sight is something I see every day.
The End
Extramarital Affair (Part Four)
Chapter One
"Men are all the same, they're all selfish animals!" Jessica, heavily pregnant, sat across from me drinking coffee and said.
"Who isn't selfish?" That's all I could say to Jessica.
Jessica is a blonde, blue-eyed Caucasian woman. I met her over a year ago when I was flying back to Manila from Bangkok; she was the woman sitting next to me. She had been transferred from London to Manila, while I was on a business trip from Bangkok back to Manila. She asked to borrow the first book I had just finished reading, The Lord of the Rings, and I took the opportunity to ask her about some terms I didn't understand.
This old book was a fantasy novel that highly educated white people had already read. She explained the origins of some of the terms used in the chronicles to me, and we had a very pleasant conversation during the three-and-a-half-hour flight. The company she was going to report to was actually the Bank of America, located just below my office.
She was very happy to have met me before even arriving. After arriving at Manila International Airport, I invited her to ride with me in the official car my driver had brought to take her to the Shangri-La Hotel. Before getting out of the car, she asked for my contact number. I gave her my business card and mobile phone number, and then had the driver take me home.
Of course, she borrowed my copy of The Lord of the Rings to read. Jessica's face and figure looked a lot like Sigurney Weaver, the female lead in the Alien movies. In our subsequent interactions, she often jokingly said that Sigurney Weaver was her sister. The next day at noon, she visited my company. As a senior regional manager, she wanted me to show her around the Philippines and also to try and win over my company, hoping to switch our business dealings from HSBC in Hong Kong back to hers.
We're a fairly large foreign company in the area, but due to local land policies, the higher-ups can't and don't want to expand further. We had dealings with Bank of America for a while, but for some reason, we switched to HSBC in Hong Kong. Her host was surprised that I knew Jessica. She
hadn't started looking for accommodation yet, and her company had arranged for her to stay in the Shangri-La for a month.
Men are a bit perverse, and I wanted to take this opportunity to get closer to her, maybe even sleep with her. At her suggestion, the company avoided a crisis caused by a sharp devaluation of the peso. The boss appreciated her handling of the situation and switched some business back to her company.
A month passed quickly, and I helped her find a rental unit in my neighborhood—a villa with a swimming pool—for only $2,100 a month. To be honest, I deliberately arranged for her to live next door. As the saying goes, "Those near the water get the moon first." But this moon, she was one I had to pluck with great difficulty. Her competence made me fall at her feet very easily.
The Caucasian woman's robust figure made me, at 190cm, feel quite intimidated. Jessica is 175cm tall and weighs 65kg. Making love with her is different from the petite Filipino girls; I couldn't control the positions during the act. I could only say I was a puppet being manipulated by her.
"Do you want to have sex with me?" Jessica asked me abruptly.
"Yes!" I answered directly.
"You know what? I admire your directness, but I don't like the masculine air you often project!" Jessica said.
"Why do you feel that way?" I asked.
"Hehe~~! It's a woman's intuition, that's what you made me feel!" Jessica continued, "Do you approve of a woman having two or three men at the same time?" "
I don't think so!" "
Yes! That's what makes you men so selfish! Let me tell you honestly, I have four boyfriends. If one of them hasn't left yet, it's probably because he can't handle the divorce papers…!" I listened to her say things that were unbelievable to me. In the days that followed, she made me realize her strange penchant for toying with men, especially married men. Completely blinded by lust, I just waited for her to order me to pounce on her, to see how she would play me. My semen was surging, and I was incapable of thinking.
"Let me be clear first, having sex with me doesn't mean you can treat me any differently afterward. I haven't enjoyed sex for three months, and I know you really want to sleep with me…!" Jessica said, and I just nodded vigorously.
At first glance, Jessica wasn't pretty. But she was the kind of woman you wanted to look at more and more. In the three months we'd known each other, she was impeccable and incredibly capable in business. I hadn't had sex with her yet; I wondered if she was good in bed too?
On this hot summer Sunday, my desire was also rising steadily. Jessica's unpainted feet had already slipped from under the table to my crotch, teasing my erection. Her long, snow-white legs had beautifully manicured nails, even the dead skin around the nails was neatly trimmed.
I grabbed her delicate feet and played with them, and she smiled at me. She gestured for me to crawl under the table, and of course, I eagerly did so. Jessica shifted her hips, pulling her shorts and underwear down to her ankles, revealing her swollen vulva, like a hamburger bun, with the hamburger patty inside.
Sparse golden pubic hair grew on her mons pubis; without close inspection, I almost mistook her for a bald woman. The hamburger-like vulva parted as I licked it, like a tulip bud slowly unfurling. Her Caucasian physique made her flesh pink and smooth, unlike the dark, snail-like flesh of Filipino women.
I savored the pinkish-white flesh, the unique scent of the woman's vulva filling my nostrils and flooding my mind. Attracted by her scent, I licked her slightly fishy-smelling labia like a wild dog scrambling for food. My sense of taste quickly became numb, adapting to the woman's fishy smell. At first, my rough licking and biting made her quickly sway her hips, responding to the stimulation of my lips, teeth, and tongue.
Her vulva was already covered in my saliva, and a tingling sensation rose in my tongue and jaw. However, I couldn't bear to leave her plump vulva, so I slowed down and carefully licked every crevice and fold of her labia. My slow movements caused her to curl her legs up, tightly entwining my head.
Just before I could catch my breath, her body trembled, and her legs, which had been tightly clenched like an octopus, gradually relaxed.
"Your oral sex skills are good, I've already reached orgasm!" Jessica said as she took off her upper body clothing.
The freckles typical of Caucasian women made Jessica's athletic body even more alluring. Her pink areolas paired with inverted nipples, and her ample breasts resembled bamboo shoots growing in the wrong place. After getting up, she helped me up, still kneeling on the ground, staring blankly at her beautiful body. I followed her respectfully, feeling both apprehensive and apprehensive, and she led me into the bedroom.
She knelt before me, unbuckled my casual pants, and took out my already erect penis, sucking and licking it. I was intoxicated by the sensation of my penis moving in and out of her warm, moist mouth, forgetting to remove my clothes. When Jessica lay on the spring mattress, spreading her legs to invite me in, the pants around her ankles caused me to fall to the ground.
"Ha~ ha~!" Jessica laughed loudly at my clumsy fall.
I quickly removed my clothes and the pants around my ankles, then pounced on the bed where Jessica lay. Jessica's dodge caused me to miss my target. In my haste, I climbed onto her, who was now prone, and with the lubrication of her saliva, my penis easily slid into her vagina.
Her muscular body soon made my muscles ache and go numb. My movements were often disrupted by her wildly swaying hips, and my penis frequently tried to find a hole to go back into. She easily flipped me over, pinning me down, and I felt like a docile calf being ridden by a wild cowgirl.
"I'm going to cum!" I cried out to the frenzied Jessica, feeling the tingling sensation on my glans.
"Give it to me...! Give it to me...!" Jessica's actions seemed to demand that I ejaculate inside her.
My pent-up semen burst forth like a flood, gushing deep into her vagina. The pleasure of my penis releasing, combined with Jessica's constant swaying, made me feel as if she was sucking my essence dry. Jessica continued to sway her hips, creating lots of foam at our point of contact. My semen started to foam like egg whites in a cake.
"Mmm! Why did you finish so quickly!" Jessica's dissatisfaction was written all over her face.
"Can you continue?"
"Yes! But I need to rest for a while!" I said.
Jessica used a towel hanging at the foot of the bed to wipe the foamy semen from her genitals before wiping mine.
"How long has it been since you did this?" Jessica asked as she wiped my penis. I held up four fingers to show her.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" Jessica continued.
"I couldn't stand my job, so we broke up over a year ago!" I answered helplessly. Being stationed abroad and frequently traveling in Southeast Asia, coupled with my ex-girlfriend's suspicious nature, led her to leave me for another man.
"When you were dating your girlfriend, did you go to prostitutes or associate with other women?" Jessica's question left me completely baffled.
"No! It was only after she left me that I had the experience of going to prostitutes!" I honestly replied.
"If one party in a relationship has other partners at the same time, does that count as infidelity?" Jessica's question stumped me.
"I don't think so! Infidelity only counts if there's a marriage certificate and the person is unfaithful to their spouse!" I didn't know if Jessica was satisfied with this answer.
"Then what do you think it is if both parties have relationships with other people during the relationship?" Jessica continued.
"It's like competition for mates among animals in nature!" I answered.
"Okay! So when the male can no longer perform, and the female seeks another option, but the marriage certificate still exists, does that count as infidelity?" "
Yes! In that case, why not just get a divorce!" I was almost stumped by Jessica's questions!
"Men can keep mistresses, and it's considered perfectly normal, but can women keep lovers?" "It's not unheard of, is it?" I countered. "
Exactly! That's the point! Men who keep mistresses face no moral or social pressure, but women who keep lovers are subjected to witch-like slander!"
"Have you been hurt in this regard?" I asked.
Jessica nodded and began to recount what happened at her previous workplace. She had a boyfriend, but was attracted to a client. She couldn't help but have a relationship with this client, who was already married.
However, she couldn't resist his charm, and they had sex in his car.
After that initial encounter, everything went smoothly, and they frequently found time and opportunities to have sex. His bedroom when his wife wasn't home, hotels, and especially Jessica's place—these were their most frequent locations. Eventually, Jessica's boyfriend noticed something amiss in their relationship.
Her boyfriend couldn't stand sharing her with another man and gradually distanced himself from Jessica. It was then that she realized she still loved him. She tried to win him back, but was met with verbal abuse. Jessica, a woman with strong pride and ability, began to undermine her boyfriend in every way.
She caused him to lose his job, driving him to desperation. She wanted to support him and keep him under her control. Finally, Jessica achieved her goal. Her boyfriend returned to her arms. This successful experience taught her to use her position to manipulate a man.
Don't say women's hearts are fickle; men are even faster. Take me, for example. After my ex-girlfriend left, I quickly found satisfaction in Filipino women, that physical satisfaction. When you've had sex for a long time, you might even develop a liking for prostitutes, especially in the Philippines, where women's mentality is very strange.
They need money to support their families, so they sell their bodies. However, their desire for satisfaction is very low. As long as they can get by, they sometimes come to you simply to satisfy their sexual desires, without spending a penny. Some are even quite fun; they'll pay you to have sex with them.
This truly is a man's paradise, no wonder the men here are like stray dogs, leaving their seed everywhere.
Catholic doctrine strictly forbids abortion, and women who become pregnant out of wedlock are not discriminated against. That's how matriarchal societies are; children born go home to be raised by their mothers or aunts, and when they get old, they do the same work as their mothers.
I also told Jessica about my emotional transformation, and we seemed to be in the same boat. Our conversation rekindled my erection after ejaculation, thanks to Jessica's handling. Lubricated by my previous semen inside her vagina, Jessica rolled over and easily inserted my erect penis.
She seemed to enjoy being on top, and I was happy to lie on the bed and let her ravage me. White women, especially those with a robust build like Jessica, often have vaginas that feel a bit loose, lacking the tightness of Asian women. If you stay inside her for too long without moving, your penis will quickly soften.
She rode me wildly, and looking at her hazy eyes and her large, undulating breasts, aside from the spectacular sight, making love with a white woman was somewhat painful. Her large body made changing positions difficult, and with her good physique, I soon felt weak all over, only my penis remaining erect.
Her preference for the top position relieved my tired limbs, and I happily lay there letting her manipulate me. However, with her weight of over 60 kilograms, being manipulated by her for a while caused pain in my pubic bone. Unfortunately, I couldn't ejaculate, and because of this, Jessica became my confidante.
She was finally exhausted, lying sprawled on the spring mattress, letting me thrust in and out. Jessica had several orgasms in a row, her hands gripping my arms tightly, staring at me with wide eyes. The soreness in her lower back had subsided.
I continued at a rhythm of one thrust per second, her body stiffening.
Jessica's stiff, tense body caused her vaginal muscles to contract, greatly increasing the friction of my penis entering and exiting. This round was the most exhausting sex I'd ever had. After my second ejaculation, I lay on top of Jessica, too weak to move. The feeling of her soft breasts against my chest was one of the reasons I didn't want to get up.
After Jessica regained her senses, she kissed my neck and earlobes passionately, murmuring to herself as she kissed me. I couldn't understand what she was saying, but I could sense that she was very satisfied with this time. In the Philippines, a tropical country, bathrooms generally don't have bathtubs; you only see them in hotels or large restaurants.
Exhausted, I was dragged to the bathroom by Jessica for a shower. The cramped shower made it difficult for the two of us, both of us with large physiques, to move around.
Most of the time, it was just rinsing; under the showerhead, Jessica kissed my upper body. The satisfying sex felt like a sleeping pill; Jessica and I fell asleep in each other's arms, having a wonderful afternoon nap. What doesn't happen twice will happen again, and it became normal. I found physical satisfaction with Jessica.
However, as the saying goes, "Those who are not of my kind cannot enter her heart." I felt jealous of the men surrounding her.
Had I fallen in love with her? My jealousy finally erupted.
"Ethan! We're not in a relationship; we're just using each other. If you don't understand this, I won't dare invite you to my house again!" Jessica said, like a slap in the face.
"I'm sorry! I misunderstood; I'll change!" That was all I could say, fearing I'd lose this regular sex partner.
"Ethan!" "I like you, but please don't interfere in my life! Okay?" Jessica's words this time left me speechless.
After this conversation, Jessica began to distance herself from me, intentionally or unintentionally, and stopped being intimate with me. Our sexual activity decreased; it was almost always me who couldn't resist the urge and asked for it, and Jessica didn't refuse. However, her attitude towards me was no longer invested; having sex with her was like having sex with an old prostitute, except she didn't ask for money. It had been
almost eight months since I met her, and my company started reassigning me to another location for support. The friend who took over my place at my house kept me updated on Jessica's situation via email. One of our local clients, a member of a well-known prominent family in the Philippines, had become Jessica's lover.
His white Toyota Jeep would arrive at her house every night without fail, not leaving until the early hours of the morning. Three months later, I suddenly received a long-distance call from Jessica. She poured out a bunch of things to me incoherently, and I noticed something was off about her tone. I told her to go to sleep early, and then I gave her my email address before hanging up.
To be honest, I was really looking forward to Jessica's email, but unfortunately, she didn't send me any messages after that call.
Meanwhile, I started a new relationship with Lily, a Hong Konger who had also been transferred to Bangkok by my company. Being in a foreign land, Lily quickly integrated into my life.
Being Chinese as well, Lily, who didn't speak Mandarin, could only communicate with me, a Cantonese idiot, in English.
It was a bit sad, really, that people of the same language and ethnicity were deliberately taught only English and their mother tongue under British rule. Lily wasn't particularly beautiful, but she had a very attractive figure.
She walked incredibly fast; I almost had to run to keep up with her. Lily and I lived in the company-rented apartment. Was it a case of proximity leading to a better chance? Well, that didn't quite apply. It was only after I launched my offensive that Lily opened her heart, allowing me to succeed.
As the saying goes, "A man pursuing a woman is like climbing mountains, a woman pursuing a man is like piercing a thin veil." After working with Lily for over a month, I waited in vain for Jessica's message. Living under the same roof as a beautiful woman, although I didn't deliberately pursue Lily, I gradually developed feelings for her.
Lily was passionate about squash, and at her enthusiastic invitation, I started playing the sport. For the first time, I went to a sporting goods store and bought all the equipment: knee pads, rackets, and shoes. On my first try, I couldn't even touch the ball. After a whole night, my legs were weak, and I barely touched the ball ten times.
Watching others play seemed easy, but after playing myself, I realized the force and angle of the ball's bounce. Without observing these, I ended up running around the court like a monkey. This sport, seemingly a variation of tennis, turned out to be just as intense as basketball.
After an hour, I was completely exhausted. Lily stood in front of me, smiling. I couldn't save the last shot and fell to the ground, too lazy to get up, just lying there panting. Lily reached out her slender hand and helped me up; this was the first time we had physical contact.
Walking back to my place, Lily slowed her pace, accompanying me on a leisurely stroll. Along the way, she kept asking about my family situation, as if conducting a background check. She even asked about my past relationships; exercise had suddenly cleared my head.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" I asked her directly.
"We broke up! We didn't have the same values!" she replied frankly.
"Then… I have a chance to pursue you! Hehe~!" I said jokingly.
"It's not impossible, but I heard that when you were working for the company in the Philippines… your reputation wasn't very good!" Lily said.
"Lots of romantic escapades and social engagements. I don't deny having relationships with bar girls, but during our time together, you can get a better understanding of my character!" "That's what I said, but in my heart I was cursing that big mouth.
'Yeah! You've been behaving quite humanly for the past three months!' Lily said with a smile.
'What? You're saying I've been behaving humanly?' I said deliberately.
Lily was transferred to Bangkok two weeks after me. I'm a man, and in the gentle embrace of Bangkok, how could I not be tempted? I wouldn't bring my affair home; it was all done in motels, and of course, precautions were essential. But my hiding place for condoms was very secure—in my keychains.
The advantage was that Lily, being from Hong Kong, couldn't drive, so the official car was my exclusive privilege. Therefore, I bought a lot of keychains from sex shops. Firstly, to give as gifts for public relations, and secondly, for my own use. I could just refill them at 7-Eleven when I was done, but I could only carry one at a time, and I hid the rest in my spare tire kit.
It would be strange if a man didn't want more after tasting the meat. Although it was cheap in Bangkok, 3,500 baht a time was still a bit too much for a salaried worker like me." In recent years, Thailand's success in controlling AIDS has cleared the country of its reputation as a breeding ground for prostitutes. However, the preventative measures still make me, someone who enjoys seeking out prostitutes, fully prepared, for my own sake and the sake of the women.
Chatting with Lily, we arrived home before I knew it. That night brought Lily and me closer.
The next day, the soreness in my muscles made me reluctant to get out of bed. But Lily had prepared a sumptuous breakfast and knocked on my door, inviting me to come out and eat.
The spoon in my hand trembled slightly—a lingering effect of suddenly engaging in strenuous exercise after a long period of inactivity.
Lily, being from Hong Kong, really puts a lot of effort into her cooking. This pot of porridge simmered for over an hour, but there was no settling, showing how long Lily had been working on it in the kitchen.
For three consecutive days, I insisted on dragging Lily back to the court to practice. Partly it was my nature, and partly it was to numb my sore muscles and get used to it—a tip my coach had taught me during volleyball training camps. The court was a good place to bring Lily and me closer, and she started decorating our living space.
Our comings and goings were already like a married couple, except we hadn't consummated our relationship yet. Our interactions were limited to kissing and touching each other's bodies. Clumsy as I was, I still didn't know how to undress her.
I'd forgotten how my first time with my ex-girlfriend happened, and with Jessica, she was the one who invited me. As for prostitutes, needless to say, we just stripped naked and started having sex. I tried touching her sensitive areas while kissing Lily, but all I got in return was her giggling.
Work keeps Lily and me practically inseparable, 24/7. After work, Lily is like a virtuous wife, taking care of everything at home. I don't even need to mop the floor, because we have a part-time maid who comes to clean the house every morning.
That evening, after finishing the company's annual inventory, I took advantage of the upcoming three-day holiday and invited Lily to go on a trip to Phuket. The general affairs department had already booked the plane tickets and accommodations for me two days ago, and I didn't get home until after 2 a.m. Lily and I packed a few changes of clothes; we've been here for almost half a year and haven't left Bangkok yet. Our
flight was the first one, taking off at 6:40 a.m. Looking at the time, I decided not to sleep anymore, and Lily made me some coffee to perk me up.
We drank coffee and waited for the company driver to arrive. Lily and I fell asleep in each other's arms as soon as we boarded the plane. When we arrived at Phuket Airport, the flight attendants had to wake us up.
We took the hotel's shuttle to this seaside hotel. The company's general affairs department was really considerate of me; they only booked one room. After Lily's attempts to negotiate with the front desk failed, she had no choice but to share a room with me. With the influx of tourists during the long holiday, there weren't any extra rooms available. As soon as Lily and I entered the room, we lay down on the bed and fell asleep again.
I tipped the waiter to get rid of him, and of course, I climbed into bed for a nap. I slept until evening, when my stomach protested. Lily was already up, had showered, and was lying next to me in a bathrobe, reading a book.
"You're awake!" Lily put down her novel and looked at me. "Are you hungry?" I nodded in response.
"Go take a shower, let's go out to eat!" Lily said.
In Southeast Asian countries, houses aren't designed with bathtubs; only hotels offer a proper hot bath.
I almost fell asleep in the bathtub again, only getting up when an impatient Lily knocked on the door. I quickly brushed my teeth, slipped on a Hawaiian shirt and beach shorts, and went out with Lily.
Lily, standing next to me, attracted the attention of a bunch of foreigners. A closer look immediately aroused me.
I then realized how stunningly beautiful Lily was, dressed in super-short hot pants and a tank top. Following the tourist guide, we took a taxi to the bar street, indulging in spicy and sour Thai food and drinking beer.
That night, fueled by the excitement of the foreigners, Lily and I danced. A bunch of foreigners took turns flirting with her, ignoring my presence, which made me incredibly jealous. I pulled Lily away.
"Are you jealous?" Lily asked me on the way back.
"Yeah!" I replied, and then we didn't speak again.
Back at the hotel, Lily, walking ahead of me, heard the door close. Suddenly, she turned and pounced on me, her lips still tinged with the taste of Thai food, kissing me passionately on the cheek. I was startled by her actions and stood there, letting Lily kiss me.
"Were you jealous just now?" Lily asked after catching her breath.
"What?" I asked.
"While we were dancing?" Lily asked again, and I nodded in response.
She suddenly fell silent and looked at me.
"Do you like me?" she asked, gazing at me tenderly.
"Yes! Of course I like you!" During our time living together, I had started to feel a little in love with her. "
If you like me, why don't you show it?" Lily said, leaving me stunned for a while before I felt a pang of guilt.
I picked her up and carried her to the bed. She still looked at me tenderly, her arms wrapped around my neck. I easily pushed up her tank top, lifting her strapless bra, and kissed her nipples. As I kissed her, Lily arched her back, pressing her breasts against my face.
I grabbed Lily's breasts with both hands, making it impossible for my hands to grasp them completely. Lily swayed like a snake, her hot pants and underwear already pulled down on their own. Sparse black pubic hair drew me to kiss it. Under my licking, her tightly closed labia slowly opened.
"I'm going in!" I said impatiently after pulling down my beach shorts.
Lily looked at me with hazy eyes, then nodded, agreeing to my beginning. My long-untouched penis slowly slid into Lily's narrow vagina. The saliva I had just licked made it easy for my penis to enter, and after it was fully inside, I didn't want to immediately thrust in or out, my pubic bone pressed tightly against her mons pubis.
Lily began to unbutton my Hawaiian shirt, and our two naked bodies instantly intertwined.
"Would you care if I was a virgin?" Lily asked me this question after freeing herself from my tongue.
"Would you care if I wasn't a virgin?" I asked her in return.
"Mmm~! You can't let me down!" Lily said affectionately. I nodded in response.
"Mmm~!" Lily stopped looking at me, closed her eyes, and began to enjoy the pleasure of sex.
That night, my penis, aroused by Lily's hot body, was about to ejaculate. I quickly pressed my body against Lily, stopping her from moving.
"What's wrong!" Lily asked, opening her eyes as I interrupted her.
"I'm about to come!" I said helplessly.
"Just let it come! We'll continue later!" Lily said gently.
Looking at her affectionate expression, I really hated her for wanting to come so quickly. I lifted my upper body and thrust quickly. Lily frowned, closed her eyes, and endured my thrusts. But the thrusts were very short-lived. When I pulled out my penis and sprayed my pent-up semen onto Lily's belly, I could see an expression of dissatisfaction on her face.
Lily asked me to carry her to the bathroom. In my arms, she played with the semen I had just ejaculated on her belly.
"How long has it been since you last did this?" Lily asked.
"A long time!" I replied.
"How do you usually take care of it when you want to? Go to a prostitute?" Lily pressed.
"Occasionally! Usually I just use my hand!" I honestly said.
"When you do it with a prostitute, do you use a condom?" she continued, and I nodded in response.
"You better watch out, don't you dare go looking for other women, and you have to be faithful to me!" she said.
Warm water flowed down our bodies, washing away the stickiness from our sweat and the semen on her belly.
In the shower, our tongues intertwined again. I didn't ask about her past, nor did I want to. Firstly, I was afraid Lily would recall unpleasant memories, and secondly, I'm naturally lazy when it comes to other people's affairs.
I was already content with having a woman, and I wanted to cherish this good relationship. I'm not getting any younger, and I wanted a stable and happy family. Lily was my first choice.
"Don't let me down!" Lily said. I nodded in response, as usual.
After showering, we lay naked on the beach chairs on the balcony, looking at the dark sea.
I was so satisfied with the atmosphere, picturing our future life together. Late at night, the cool sea breeze made us feel uncomfortable being naked.
"Can we do it again?" "Lily suddenly asked.
"Okay!" I replied affirmatively. Then Lily got up and pulled me back to the bed.
Lily made me lie on my back on the bed, grabbed my penis with one hand, and said seriously: "From now on, if you are unfaithful to me, I will make you look very bad!"
I raised my hands in surrender and said: "Unless you leave me, you will be the only one for the rest of my life!" "Okay! You said it, please don't forget!" As soon as she finished speaking, she lowered her head and took my glans into her mouth. Her
wet and hot mouth and her nimble tongue immediately revived my penis. My erect penis filled Lily's mouth.
"Ugh~! Squelch~!"
She could only make these two monotonous sounds. I closed my eyes and enjoyed Lily's oral service. Lily's body weight was nothing to me! When she stroked my penis, it hit my pubic bone, making me involuntarily thrust my lower body to meet her.
Two throbbing breasts, a slender waist—this image is unforgettable. Lily's leg strength was astonishing; she had been in the superior position for quite some time, yet showed no sign of stopping. My penis felt the increased vaginal discharge, making the friction practically zero.
Beads of sweat on Lily's forehead dripped down her upturned nose onto my chest. The sweat on her breasts made my hands feel like they were holding two slippery eels. Her nipples hardened with her excitement, and her originally pink areolas had shrunk together, turning somewhat black. The folds on her areolas tempted me to get up and suckle them.
"Ahhhhhh!" Lily's cry rose higher, her body pressed against my chest, her hips moving up and down even more violently.
I held her with both arms, feeling her muscles gradually stiffen. Finally, she stopped, panting softly against my chest. Her cheeks were flushed, as if she had drunk too much strong liquor. Her fair skin, flushed with a blush, made her even more alluring. With such a beautiful woman, what more could a man ask for!
"Mmm~~!" Resting, she let out a satisfied sound with the occasional throbbing of my penis.
"Don't you want to come yet?" Lily, having rested enough, looked up and asked.
I shook my head to indicate my meaning.
"Give me one more orgasm, okay?" Lily said coquettishly.
Getting up, my penis still hard and soaking in Lily's vagina full of love juice, I slowly laid Lily down, letting her lie on the bed. I tried small thrusts, then gradually increased the speed.
"Ah~!" (＊＊＆！＠︿)(＠＊＃！』 Lily's babbling started in Cantonese, and I could only make out the word "ah"!
As I thrust in and out quickly, Lily's legs would sometimes clamp tightly around my waist, and sometimes open wide as if having a seizure. Her Cantonese made me even more excited, and I thrust into her faster. Although I had been learning to play squash with Lily for more than a month, and my stamina had improved a lot, it also made my thrusting speed constant.
It felt like there was a wall in front of me, pressing down on me and making it hard for me to breathe. I tried my best to break through that air barrier, enduring the burning sensation in my lungs and the soreness and numbness in my muscles. I continued to thrust in and out, and I could feel Lily's body tensing and relaxing. When I broke through that barrier, my whole body felt much more comfortable, and the simple reciprocating movements became easier and easier.
I felt like a heavy motorcycle speeding along a highway. A joyful smile was on Lily's face.
"I...I can't take it anymore! Stop...no...don't stop...!" Lily murmured to herself in English.
I straightened my body, letting Lily's open legs come together and curl up against her chest. The tender flesh of her vaginal opening was pulled out with the in and out of my penis. Lily's legs, which had been raised for too long, also slumped down due to the soreness and numbness. Her curled-up body made it easier for me to enter and exit.
On the bed, the white sheets were already soaked with a large patch of Lily's love juice. I paused for a moment, and Lily turned to a prone position, her round, beautiful buttocks facing me, welcoming my thrusts. Time no longer existed for us; we seemed to enter... That eternity.
Sunlight streamed in from the French windows, the ones I'd forgotten to close last night. Last night, Lily let me ejaculate deep inside her vagina. After ejaculating, I held her tightly from behind, my penis still inside her, and fell asleep. The mixture of love juice and semen, now dried like glue, stuck our genitals together.
Any movement brought pain to our lower bodies. Lily and I were both jolted awake by this tearing pain. Lily turned and smiled at me, our tongues immediately intertwining. My erection stimulated Lily's vagina to secrete more love juice, slowly releasing the gripping sensation between our lower bodies.
"Can we do it again?" I asked, and Lily nodded shyly.
My bladder was bulging with urine, so I hesitated to thrust too hard, only moving shallowly in and out of Lily's vagina. She stared at me with wide eyes, and for the third time, I quickly ejaculated into her vagina. As soon as the throbbing of my orgasm subsided, I rushed to the bathroom to relieve my bladder.
Lily also went into the bathroom, quickly rinsed herself in the bathtub, and filled it with hot water for a bath. This peeing session was long and drawn out. When she couldn't take it anymore, she went to the shower to urinate. In the bathtub, our two bodies were intertwined again, and Lily, lying on top of me, kissed my cheeks like a bird pecking at its prey.
"Was I too impulsive?" Lily murmured between kisses. "Don't you think I'm promiscuous?"
What was she saying? During our time living together, Lily had acted like the perfect wife. This was the first time we had consummated our marriage.
"You can't betray me!" Lily continued. "I won't be able to handle it!" "Lily! Will you marry me?" I suddenly said, stopping Lily from kissing me.
"What? Say it again!"
"Lily! Will you marry me?" I said earnestly again.
Lily nestled shyly against my chest, remaining silent for a long time. "Let's change to a more romantic setting, and you can ask me again, okay?"
I answered Lily with a smile.
Chapter Two
After returning to Bangkok from Phuket, I meticulously decorated our place, lit ninety-nine candles, and waited for Lily to come home from work. The burning candles looked beautiful, but the air inside was incredibly stuffy. Lily made me wait at the door to accept my proposal. After my persistent pleading, she put on the ruby ring I had specially bought for her and quickly opened all the doors and windows.
The burning candles raised the temperature inside, and opening the doors and windows immediately felt much more comfortable. All night, Lily lay on top of me, and we gazed at each other all night.
"I have to tell you something, I can't get pregnant!" Lily told me this shocking news.
She told me about her past. She had once had a beautiful love affair with the heir to a large Hong Kong conglomerate. A premarital health check exposed her body to his family. The fact that she was infertile led to pressure from his family, and he was sent to the Greek branch, leaving her behind.
Because of this, Lily attempted suicide once, and her leather watch strap still conceals her scars. She showed me her scars, and all I could do was hold her tightly. I couldn't think of any words to comfort her.
"Being unable to have children doesn't mean you can't get married. I still want you!" I said with difficulty.
"We're both Chinese. Can you handle the pressure to carry on the family line?" Lily countered.
"My family isn't rich, we don't have that problem!" I replied easily, trying to ease her pressure.
"I'm already satisfied that you have this intention. We can talk about marriage later!" Lily said, wiping away her tears.
Knowing this made me even happier, because I could now freely express myself within Lily. Without the worry of pregnancy, Lily gradually opened her heart to accept my love. Our sweet and fulfilling life was suddenly disrupted by a thorn in my side—Jessica.
Jessica's appearance prompted me to quickly tell Lily everything about my past with Jessica. Don't be too honest. Sometimes, you have to hide things or do a little white lie to your loved ones. Jessica's pregnancy led the infertile Lily to believe that Jessica was there to make me acknowledge the child in my womb.
Lily ran away from home for the first time, staying in a hotel. I arranged for Jessica to speak with Lily in person, letting her know that the child in her womb wasn't mine. At the company, Lily didn't want to speak to me at all, and we had a cold war for over ten days
. It wasn't until I shamelessly knelt down that Lily agreed to meet with Jessica. "Lily! Don't misunderstand, he and I are in the past. I'm here to discuss business!" Jessica's first words disarmed Lily.
Jessica told Lily and me everything about her idea for setting up an asset management consulting firm. The wife of that wealthy Filipino family went to negotiate with Jessica, paying her $500,000 to leave the Philippines. Otherwise, her husband was about to transfer all their assets.
Jessica's funds mostly came from that man, and her seductive charms made him completely devoted to her.
Staying in hotels all the time wasn't a long-term solution, and after talking with Jessica, Lily agreed with her business philosophy.
I didn't know Lily had so much savings; she even subscribed to ten percent of the shares.
Jessica also moved into the building next to mine; she seemed to have inexhaustible wealth, spending a whopping $40,000 on renovations for her rented apartment. Jessica, with her slightly protruding belly, became a nuisance to Lily and me.
During the day, Lily was busy with company matters, and at night she would discuss the new company with Jessica.
As a financial idiot, I could only help by cooking late-night snacks and making coffee, acting as a gofer. Jessica's two boyfriends were brought from London to Bangkok by her. Two computer programmers, one named Jerry and the other Foster, these two geniuses could engage in eloquent discussions in online chat rooms, but were incapable of face-to-face communication.
These two geniuses were like Jessica's playthings; the only reward they received was Jessica's body.
They planned the rewriting of the mainframes and software according to the new company's needs. Once the company was established, they would be the principals and bell-ringers in the IT department.
The new company was established based on post-financial crisis Thailand, undergoing reform and restructuring in accordance with the International Monetary Fund's model. From a geographical perspective, Bangkok was the best location connecting Europe and Asia. Furthermore, Thailand's new prime minister was the former president of a conglomerate, who was vigorously cracking down on corruption and encouraging foreign investment.
"Honey! You've lost weight, and your breasts seem smaller too!" Lily, who had finally been relieved of her burdens after the company's official establishment, looked much thinner.
"Are you starting to complain?" Lily pouted.
"How could I dare!" I smiled at her.
Lily's wealth made me feel a little inferior. I also worked hard to earn money, but it was for the company. I only receive a fixed salary, and Lily started to worry that I would be troubled by financial matters because I often unintentionally mentioned the sadness of being a salaried worker.
Lily's wealth made me feel inadequate; how could a man earn so much less than his partner? Jessica's well-intentioned words further wounded my pride.
"I don't love you for your wealth. You didn't know about me before, did you?" The more Lily comforted me, the more inferior I felt.
Finally, Lily became angry at my behavior.
"It's not my fault I have this wealth; it's a combination of opportunity and my expertise. Why are you so insecure? Is it a mistake for a woman to earn money?"
Lily began to give me the cold shoulder; she hated my insecurity. Jessica asked me out for coffee because of this.
"Men are all the same, all selfish creatures!" Jessica, heavily pregnant, said as she sat across from me, drinking her coffee.
"Who isn't selfish?" I retorted to Jessica.
"We studied different things, and we took different paths." "You men shouldn't selfishly think that women's abilities must be inferior to yours!" Jessica stated bluntly.
"If outsiders knew, I would lose face!" I stammered, offering my reasoning.
"Face! How much is face worth? I'll buy it from you!" Jessica snapped.
"Okay! Don't be angry! It's bad for the baby!" I quickly reassured Jessica.
Lily and Jessica had become close friends, and she even threatened me, saying that if I did anything to betray Lily, I would suffer a terrible fate. I traded my future childlessness for a beautiful woman and wealth from heaven. With this change of heart, I felt an immediate sense of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.
Back home, I had a long talk with Lily, and she was naturally overjoyed by my change in mood.
With the gradual appreciation of the Thai baht, coupled with Jessica's maneuvering... The new company was making a name for itself among Europe's wealthy circles, and Lily wanted to leave to focus on running it with Jessica. The boss even flew from the US to Bangkok to discuss it with her.
His good intentions, however, left me feeling like I was living a life of celibacy. Lily was burning the candle at both ends, busy with company matters during the day and keeping an eye on European market developments with Jessica at night. My sweet life was once again interrupted, and I could only chat with those two computer geniuses. After six months of working together, Jerry and Foster finally started talking to me, but it was all about computer matters.
I often wonder, without Jessica, could those two even survive in this society? I tried taking them out for a fling, and they couldn't even get an erection in front of those glamorous bar girls. I'm completely defeated by them; no wonder Jessica controls them so easily.
A wicked thought crossed my mind: what's their sex life like? I tried to seduce them into telling me about their sex life, but they showed me videos of themselves doing it. The computer integrated the process, and Foster excitedly explained the benefits of digital imaging. Their brains seem to have no capacity for anything else but computers.
These two computer geniuses have incredibly poor social skills; they could practically be considered autistic. But they had their share of funny tricks in bed. Jerry burned a DVD for me, saying it was for me to use to enhance my marital bliss. I showed it to Lily, but she called me a pervert.
"Please! Jerry and Foster gave it to me; I didn't go and film them!" I retorted.
"Are you still having fantasies about them?" "Lily's attitude changed as she questioned me.
"No! No! Just for reference!" I replied with a sly grin.
I insisted that Lily sit with me in front of the computer to watch this movie. Unable to resist the strength of my arm, Lily had no choice but to reluctantly accompany me.
The opening scene was a close-up of Jessica's face. As the camera gradually zoomed out, it became clear that she was holding two men's penises in her hands. If you compared Lily's and Jessica's figures, Jessica, being a white woman, was like a piece of belly meat—you get tired of eating too much of it. Lily, on the other hand, was the kind of meat that you never get tired of chewing.
Jessica was taking turns licking Jerry's and Foster's penises, and the two big men were moaning "Oh! Oh!"
The person controlling the camera was probably Jerry, because Foster would appear in the shot. A close-up of Jessica's vulva, which I recognized, filled the entire screen, and Foster was diligently licking it.
The camera then zoomed out to Jerry's own penis, which Jessica was licking. After Jerry's erect, thick penis entered Jessica's vagina, my viewing of the video was interrupted by Lily. Lily's hand was inside my pants, stroking it.
"Darling! How long has it been since we made love?" Lily asked, stroking my penis.
"Darling! I thought you'd joined the nuns!" I replied playfully, because Lily was a Christian.
"I'm sorry! Have you been to a prostitute while I've neglected you?" Lily said.
"Almost!" Before I could finish speaking, Lily squeezed my penis hard. "Go find one for me! I'll crush your balls!"
"Be gentle! I won't! I won't!" Fearing Lily would continue to use excessive force, I quickly begged for mercy.
Since Jessica's arrival, Lily and I had lost the quality of our sex life. Exhausted, she either slept at different times than me or just went through the motions. Honestly, several times when I jokingly took those two computer geniuses to bars to find bar girls, I almost ended up getting one of them arrested.
Lily, squatting in front of me, sucking my penis, was taking off her clothes as she licked it. I stroked the smooth, jade-like skin on Lily's shoulder, enjoying the sensation of my penis in her warm, wet mouth. My casual clothes were quickly removed. My
already erect penis made Lily's jaw go numb from licking it; the glans, covered in her saliva, gleamed under the light. Lily continued licking my penis, looking at her as if she were treating it like ice cream.
The scraping of her tongue against my scrotum sent a wave of pleasure through me.
Lily, straddling me, straightened my penis and slowly lowered herself. Insufficient vaginal lubrication made my penis feel a little dry and rough, causing Lily to furrow her brow in pain. Lily's vaginal dryness made her lie motionless on top of me after my penis was fully inserted.
I cupped Lily's pretty face in my hands and kissed her gently. I really admired my own taste; Lily, who wasn't particularly pretty at first glance, grew more and more attractive the more I looked at her. It's just that she'd been too busy lately to exercise, and her muscles had become quite soft.
"Darling! How long has it been since we played ball?" I asked Lily, whose eyes were glazed over.
"I've forgotten!" Lily replied shyly, feeling the pleasure of my penis inside her.
The secretion of vaginal lubrication made me tentatively move my hips, teasing Lily.
"Mmm~! Don't move! I love this feeling!" Lily's words made me stop, and I held her tightly in my arms.
"Can you please stop interfering with Jessica's work? You look so tired!" "I want to! But I'll wait until I finish my current case!" "Lily said, but judging from her expression, she couldn't let go.
Lily began to move up and down, and at first, the glans could feel the friction of the vaginal folds. But when the love juices flowed freely, the penis felt as if it had become one with Lily, and the only sensation was the pleasure when the vaginal muscles contracted. Lily was already lost in the throes of sexual bliss, while I enjoyed myself while secretly watching the video playing on the screen.
In the video, Jessica's body was being penetrated by two penises, which aroused my lust even more. I began to thrust my hips to meet Lily's movements.
"Ha~ha~~!"
The sliding computer chair couldn't withstand the vigorous movement, and we both fell to the ground. Lily and I looked at the chair with its bent frame and laughed. This unexpected little episode in the sexual process added to the fun of this time.
I suffered from the pressure of the fall, and my buttocks ached slightly, while Lily remained unharmed and continued to press down on me.
After the laughter subsided, the penis, still inside Lily's vagina, made her start stroking it again. A tingling sensation gradually spread through the glans, and the more I tried to control myself, the faster I ejaculated. The throbbing of my penis during orgasm made Lily frown.
"Why did you come out so early?" Lily's dissatisfaction was evident on her face. "I'm going to punish you!" The next day, the soreness in my leg muscles kept me in bed, watching Lily's satisfied sleeping face beside me.
Traces of my dried semen remained in her hair. Lily's punishment was to squeeze me three times in a row until she felt a burning pain in her labia, then she surrendered and begged me to stop the sexual game.
Satisfying sex can lead to a good night's sleep, and Lily, busy with two things, hadn't slept like this in a long time. I got up quietly, not wanting to wake Lily, letting her continue sleeping. I woke up the sleeping computer, drank coffee, and read the news. Foster set up a wireless transmission system, allowing me to connect to his computer wirelessly to access the internet.
This method is different from current Bluetooth wireless; my network card must connect to a shortwave radio, the same type used by radio stations. Ordinary radios cannot withstand continuous radio wave transmission; overheating is fatal, as Foster explained to me.
This Macintosh is a secondhand machine Jerry gave me, and it's full of gadgets. While he was busy with the computer, he noticed me using it. A cute little dog appeared on the screen and barked at me, and a small chat window popped up:
"We're having a barbecue this afternoon, do you want to come?"
"Lily's still sleeping, we'll be there!"
"I'll show you something!"
"What is it?"
"You'll see!"
Apple's Quest video software launched automatically, showing a bathroom scene. A dark-haired woman was sitting on the toilet reading a magazine. I recognized the bathroom as theirs, but the woman was someone I'd never seen before.
Without a powerful Macintosh, I couldn't talk to Jerry while I was spying.
I had to make a phone call. Jerry answered after one ring.
"Who is that?"
"The new manager, Bianca!" "
How's her figure? Is she pretty?"
"See for yourself!"
Jerry hung up and went back to work, as was their usual style—when they were busy with the computer, they wouldn't care if the sky fell.
I quietly watched Bianca's every move in the bathroom—after using the toilet, undressing before showering, revealing her beautiful figure. I watched her until she finished showering, dried her hair, and left.
Jessica took over the bathroom. Pregnancy makes women more beautiful, and I knew Lily couldn't experience this kind of beauty. Her belly grew larger and larger, requiring her to use one hand to support her lower back when moving. Her already full breasts, swollen from pregnancy, resembled two large papayas hanging from her body.
The areolas at the tips of her breasts spread even further, and I even had a strange urge to kiss her again. However, reason prevailed, and I didn't do anything to betray Lily. I simply enjoyed the visual beauty.
After Jessica finished, the next user told me to close the window. What was so interesting about Jerry, this big man? But sometimes I was quite envious of the size of Jerry's penis; his horse-like penis was something even Foster and I couldn't match.
Jerry was one of the cases where I successfully got a bar girl to rape him once, because his penis was the same size when erect and when flaccid.
Also, after experiencing the pleasures of Thai bar girls, Jerry would always tell me about any good things that happened to him, which was nothing more than information from the porn sites he had cracked. I was still giving Foster psychological counseling, helping him overcome his erectile dysfunction in front of other women.
Lily's busy schedule meant I could only kill time during my spare moments at work by hanging out with these two computer geniuses.
When you're bored out of your mind with free time, you don't think about whether you're being fair to your partner. Although Lily had always disagreed with our wedding, everyone already considered her my wife.
Bianca's arrival finally led Lily to quit her job at my company and become a full-time asset manager. This job required her and Jessica, who had recently given birth, to frequently travel to Europe and England. As an Oxford graduate, England was naturally her responsibility.
My time alone became increasingly longer. The two computer geniuses had their computers for company.
As for me, I only had the TV and my pillow for company. Every Friday was my chance to drag those two computer geniuses to the bar. Only then could I go out without feeling guilty.
This time, Bianca actually wanted to come with us to the bar. Unable to resist her insistence, I had to let her come along. With
her incredibly low alcohol tolerance, she fell asleep on the floor after just three shots of tequila. Only then were Jerry and Foster able to mingle with the bar girl, a result of the eight months I'd spent bringing them here.
After dealing with the bar girl, I lifted Bianca onto my Isuzu Pick Up and let the bar girl take the two geniuses away.
"Where are they going?" Bianca's awakening left me bewildered.
"They…! They…!" I couldn't come up with an excuse.
"Did they go to a motel? Don't cover for them!" Bianca's speculation silenced me.
"Let's go too!"
"What? You want to come along?" I asked in surprise.
"Are you pretending to be stupid? Or are you really stupid? Come with me!" Bianca's invitation truly stunned me.
"Jessica said your skills are pretty good!"
"It's alright!" I said, though I'd actually wanted to sleep with her for a long time!
I took her to our usual motel. As soon as we entered, Bianca was already naked, pulling me onto the bed and kissing me. This woman was really impatient, pushing my head towards her vulva. The pungent smell of her vulva excited me more and more, completely forgetting whether doing this was right by Lily.
The pungent smell carried a salty odor of urine; Bianca's labia were incredibly thin and lovely. As I licked, her clitoris gradually became erect. My tongue thrust forcefully into her vaginal opening, causing her to moan repeatedly.
When a man's lust is aroused, who cares about the consequences? All
I wanted now was to fully lubricate her vulva before inserting my penis. With the few drinks I'd just had, my courage had grown, and Bianca was already thrusting her hips to meet my tongue's licks. Seeing her so wanton, I gently bit her erect clitoris with my teeth, which drove her even more wild.
As I licked her, I removed my clothes. Suddenly, Bianca rose and pinned me down, grabbing my penis and sucking on it. My
already aroused penis became even more erect under her licking. The purplish-red glans gleamed evilly in the light, and Bianca's tongue licked around the hood.
Her large, plump breasts swayed with her movements, and if she hadn't been holding me down, I would have loved to grab and play with them. If she continued to suck and lick like this, I was sure I would ejaculate very soon. I struggled to resist her control, and the wild woman actually fought back. With great effort, I finally subdued her, and my penis easily pierced her already overflowing vagina.
My thrusts elicited her enthusiastic response, and the room echoed with the sounds of two bodies colliding. I felt a surge of desire to tame this wild horse, and I thrust forcefully into her high, plump mons pubis. Alcohol helped me a lot, preventing my nerves from reacting so quickly.
The sounds of flesh colliding mingled with our heavy breathing. Bianca's gaze at me seemed to admire my skill and ability, and I smiled back at her figure. Her large, plump breasts swayed back and forth with my movements, her already erect nipples revealing her excitement.
Her free hands no longer caressed my back, but instead pinched and tugged at her nipples. Her lewd and eerie smile made me feel as if she was mocking me, as I slowed my thrusts. I mustered my strength and accelerated my thrusts into her lovely cunt. The sparse pubic hair against the tender flesh pulled by my penis was a sight too beautiful for words to describe.
My efforts finally earned her the satisfaction of closing her eyes and enjoying the beauty. Her convulsing body during orgasm was the greatest reward for my pride. I could also make a white woman submit to me. Bianca's legs, raised high, drooped from exhaustion. Awakening from her sexual daze, she rolled over and lay face down on me.
Her firm, beautiful, round buttocks swayed, begging my penis to once again explore her exquisite vagina. Once inside, I didn't need to move back and forth; Bianca automatically began to stroke my penis. The contraction and relaxation of her anus stimulated her vaginal muscles, increasing friction and gradually arousing my alcohol-numbed glans.
The thrill of orgasm made Bianca stroke even more vigorously until my softened penis slipped out.
My semen, which I had held back for over a month, gushed out along Bianca's beautiful vulva, dripping down her inner thighs onto the bed.
"You really are as Jessica said, not bad!" she said after catching her breath.
"You're not bad either!" I replied weakly, as if I had just finished a 5,000-kilometer run.
That night, I fought Bianca four times, and it was only after her labia were broken and injured that she submitted to me. This was the greatest satisfaction of my male pride, but it brought me suffering afterward. Before she grew tired of the novelty of my body, Bianca would find opportunities to have sex with me.
Of course, faced with a fresh and sexy body, I also forgot my promise to Lily. Anyway, we were just playing around, and there was no emotional connection between Bianca and me, so I didn't think it was wronging Lily. No guilt arose in my heart, and the busy Jessica and Lily didn't notice anything amiss.
The problem lay with those two geniuses. Jessica and Lily were often away from home, and Bianca also discovered those two exceptionally talented geniuses. Driven by lust, we ended up having a wild party with Bianca at home. The two geniuses had installed surveillance cameras all over the place and stored the recordings on the computer.
Bianca loved the thrill of three dicks inside her simultaneously. This woman was no longer satisfied with one-on-one encounters. When I was busy, the two geniuses satisfied her desires; when I was free, of course , I'd gladly fuck her beautiful cunt.
Every weekend night when Jessica and Lily weren't around, it was a four-person party. Bianca and I would prepare champagne and fine wine, and occasionally she'd get her hands on marijuana. The smell of marijuana made me want to vomit, but Jerry and the other two loved the smell.
After they finished smoking marijuana, Bianca would pour edible things all over herself and then make us lick her clean. It was fun, but the cleanup afterwards was exhausting. I didn't dare let them play it at my house because I was the only one left cleaning up afterward.
Of course, I went straight to the homes of those two geniuses, even though Bianca had already found a place outside. I wanted to clean up after this crazy party, and Bianca shared my view. My first experience with the wonderful sensation of penetrating anus was guided by this slut, Bianca.
That time, Bianca was straddling Jerry, and Foster had already finished ejaculating in Bianca's mouth. After smoking marijuana, Bianca swallowed Foster's semen, smeared her anus with her saliva, and even inserted two fingers into her anus.
Jerry's penis was only halfway in and out of Bianca's beautiful vagina, and I just sat there watching this lewd scene. Suddenly, Bianca wanted me to penetrate her anus, and of course, I couldn't refuse this novel experience. Standing behind her, I straightened my already erect penis and tried to insert it into her hole.
Due to the tightness of the sphincter and insufficient lubrication, I couldn't get in. It wasn't until Bianca applied a large amount of saliva herself that I was able to try again. For the glans to penetrate the anal sphincter, considerable skill and angle were required. I only found a way to enter after my glans hurt from the stimulation. Once I crossed the threshold, the glans felt that fiery, beautiful sensation.
The temperature inside the rectum, combined with the tightness of the sphincter, sent an indescribable pleasure rising from my penis to my lower abdomen. This was a world apart from the feeling of being inside a beautiful vagina, and this sensation quickly gave me the urge to ejaculate.
I didn't want to move, but Jerry's thrusting pulled on Bianca's body, and I could still feel Jerry's penis penetrating through a thin membrane on the other side.
"Move! Move! Fuck me! Faster!" Bianca cried out lewdly.
Actually, the initial dryness after insertion wasn't difficult to manage after the rectal mucus lubricated it. However, the amount of rectal mucus couldn't compare to the vaginal lubrication. The friction of entering and exiting the anus was much greater than in the vagina, and under this double pressure, Jerry and I ejaculated at roughly the same time.
Two penises ejaculated simultaneously inside Bianca. Jerry grinned at me from Bianca's shoulder; we could both feel the throbbing of each other's climaxing penises. Jerry and I greedily didn't want to pull out, because the contractions of Bianca's vagina and anus were another wonderful sensation.
After resting for a while, Foster pulled Bianca away from us, making her lie face down on the low sofa stool. Using my semen as lubrication, he inserted his now-erect penis into her anus. Jerry and I watched him take turns entering and exiting her two holes, his thrusts causing our semen to froth.
Bianca, sometimes dazed and sometimes lucid, turned her head and cursed. Her cursing wanted Foster to penetrate her even more roughly. Foster, who spent long hours sitting in front of the computer, wasn't in great physical condition, and his motor skills weren't very good either. The more Bianca urged him, the more flustered he became.
Bianca, unable to bear it any longer, rubbed her clitoris with her hands. The more she rubbed, the more her round buttocks swayed. Foster's penis kept slipping out of her vagina. After a frantic, chaotic struggle, Foster finally ejaculated for the second time. Bianca kicked Foster away, who was still throbbing with the urge to ejaculate. I knew she wasn't satisfied, so I quickly took over and inserted my half-erect penis into her foamy vagina.
The vagina, filled with semen and vaginal fluid, had virtually no friction. After only a few thrusts, I had to get Jerry's penis to take over. We switched positions, and I stood in front of Bianca, letting her devour my penis while I watched Jerry's performance. Foster was actually filming us with a camera.
It was this damned video that these two geniuses had originally hidden in the deepest part of their archives.
No matter how well they hid it, it would still be discovered by accident. In the throes of sexual pleasure, we never thought about the consequences.
When Bianca got overly excited, she would accidentally bite my soft penis. This occasional pain gave me the urge to abuse her. As soon as Jerry finished, I had Bianca lie on her back on the sofa in a missionary position. I thrust into her forcefully, biting her large, plump breasts as I did so. The pain made her, already intoxicated by marijuana, even more frenzied.
Four naked bodies lay sprawled in the living room. After a night of revelry, the four of us fell asleep.
I woke up to Bianca's shaking. After putting on her clothes from the previous night, she shook me awake to go to her house, leaving
the mess for the two geniuses to clean up. Bianca was covered in dried semen. At her house, we took a bath together and then had another round of lovemaking on her bed. We hugged tightly and fell asleep contentedly. Monday began, and everyone returned to normal, busy with their own lives. Even
a game of three men against one woman can get boring after a while. I used money to entice a few familiar bar girls to join our wild party. The battlefield shifted from home to a motel, and the two geniuses started protesting the post-party cleanup.
Eventually, the truth came out. One day, Jessica was searching for data on the computer to create a report when she accidentally discovered the location where the surveillance footage was stored. She was happy with her and the two geniuses' masterpiece, but the problem was that she had seen four or five people having fun.
Enraged, she naturally turned on me. The two geniuses told Jessica in detail how I had taken them to the bar. Lily was furious and kicked me out of the house. Since I was the culprit, the two geniuses got away scot-free. Jessica terminated Bianca's work contract and told her to go back to America.
Poor me, I indulged in a moment of pleasure and now I'm kicked out of the house by my wife. The two geniuses are still somewhat loyal; they'll help me stay in a motel. Lily is still angry; she won't even see me, let alone listen to my apologies. You only realize the value of something when you lose it. I miss Lily's gentleness so much now.
Regardless of whether there's a marriage certificate or not, you still have to be responsible to your partner. Even if you're going to have an affair, you should stay far away from home. Otherwise, you'll end up like me. I rented a small apartment and worked hard to win back Lily's trust.
The purpose of writing this article is to advise all readers to consider the circumstances and consequences before impulsively inserting your penis. To avoid ending up like me, I am still trying to regain Lily's trust. While reading this, please also pray for me so I can successfully return to my wife's side.
[End of this article]
Extramarital Affair (Part 5)
Chapter 1
As soon as I was discharged from the military, I found a job at this trading company specializing in the export of fabrics. Almost all the company members were women, and they were all related. The boss was abroad most of the time, and the company was managed by his older sister, Yu Yan, and his wife, Shu Fen. The accountant was Shu Qin, the boss's wife's younger sister, who looked a lot like Tom Cruise's new love, Penny Gallup. The other two business people who went to the factories to inspect goods were the boss's younger brother, Mr. Wang, and his wife, Qing Hui.
Mr. Wang and I were the only two men in the company. When I first joined, I followed Mr. Wang around, learning about the types and styles of fabrics. Six months later, after the boss returned, he transferred Mr. Wang's wife, Qing Hui, and me to learn valuation.
The boss left shortly after returning. His son and daughter were born in the United States, and thanks to his son, he was going to serve his residency requirement.
That's why, after six months with the company, it was only the first time I'd met him. His obese and bloated appearance was quite mismatched with his petite wife. During my time in the military, I had experience with prostitutes. After meeting the boss, I often imagined him and his wife making love!
Working with Mr. Wang, I had a lot of experience going to restaurants, because the manufacturers frequently treated him to meals to secure production prices and quantities.
Every time, after the meal, there was always an after-dinner party, usually at a restaurant or teahouse. Over the past six months, I'd become quite familiar with restaurants, going two or three times a week. To keep me quiet, because he was keeping a prostitute at one, Mr. Wang often paid me to go to private rooms for casual sex.
Whenever he didn't come home at night, his wife, Qinghui, would drag me in to interrogate me about his whereabouts the previous day. Being beholden to his hospitality, I naturally had to protect Mr. Wang. I became Mr. Wang's most trusted right-hand man. I diligently learned to distinguish different types of fabric and calculate the time and wages required for each process.
Under Qinghui's guidance, I quickly improved. Qinghui was the same age as me, three months older. In less than ten months, I was able to negotiate with manufacturers independently, and I started pursuing Shuqin. She already had a boyfriend and completely ignored me. I used my work performance to get the boss's wife and older sister to help me pursue her.
Her boyfriend was a rich young master, arrogant and driving a red Mitsubishi Eclipse sports car. The boss's wife strongly opposed Shuqin's relationship with him and often praised my diligence and ingenuity in front of her. The boss's wife encouraged me to pursue Shuqin, and Sister Yan often taught me how to please women. Since
they helped me so much, I naturally worked hard to repay them. My future with Shuqin was still bleak, no matter how diligently I gave her gifts or treated her to meals. I still couldn't match the charm of that arrogant playboy. Heartbroken, I wanted to resign, but she and Sister Yan tried their best to keep me.
Shuqin was about to marry that arrogant playboy, and Sister Yan, taking advantage of Mr. Wang's trip to mainland China and Thailand to inspect goods, asked him to take me out to clear my head. They were afraid that Shuqin's marriage would mean losing me, their capable assistant. For five days in Thailand, I was drunk every single day.
Mr. Wang advised me to relax, saying there were plenty of women in the world, why be hung up on just one? After transferring from Thailand to Guangdong, I was captivated by the gentleness of Sichuan women and driven by the passion of Harbin women. I tried my best to have sex with women.
I stayed in the hotel every day, and whenever I could get an erection, I would shove my penis into a woman's vagina.
"That's right! Men are born to have sex, to have sex with different kinds of vaginas!" Mr. Wang said to me, seeing my improved mood.
In Thailand, I didn't dare to do it. First, I was afraid of AIDS, and second, I couldn't understand what Thai women were saying. Coming to mainland China, I finally discovered a new paradise for men. I spent a week in Guangdong and slept with thirty-four women. There were so many prostitutes coming and going in hotels that I couldn't finish them all.
Originally, it was 800 RMB for an overnight stay and 300 RMB for a one-night stand. By the third day, prostitutes swarmed in, automatically lowering their prices to compete. Mr. Wang laughed and said,
"You're really something, managing to get it down to 250 RMB for an overnight stay and 80 RMB for a one-night stand!" For the last two days, we were already done, locked in a room and frantically working. When we got hungry, we took the prostitutes upstairs to eat, then came back to continue. Afterwards, we even swapped partners. On the last day, we shared a room with seven women.
Our knees were both scraped raw, and it was the madam, the head of the prostitutes, who gave us a pack of sticky notes. During that week, she made a fortune off her commission; even with the prostitutes lowering their prices, her commission didn't decrease. We took the train from Dongguan to Kai Tak in Hong Kong (back then, Chek Lap Kok was still just a theoretical project). Crossing the Luofu Pass, we had to hold onto the railings.
Passing Hong Kong people laughed in Cantonese at Mr. Wang and me for our excessive indulgence. We really wanted to rest in Hong Kong for another day before returning to Taiwan, but in the end, Mr. Wang, afraid of being caught by his wife, took me to a guesthouse, spending ninety Hong Kong dollars each for the night before heading back.
"You damn bastard, you shouldn't have come back!" Mrs. Wang's curses came through the phone, while Mr. Wang covered the microphone and grinned at me.
"Only an idiot would marry a wife! Someone like you is perfect!" We ate duck feet and drank San Miguel beer, and he told me about the downsides of marriage.
These past few days of intense womanizing had completely erased my heartbreak. I also wanted to ask Mr. Wang to arrange for me to accompany him on future business trips abroad. However, after this, whenever I went on business trips to the mainland, I was always accompanied by Sister Yan, the landlady, and Qinghui. I was just a lowly servant dragging a suitcase, without even a chance to sneak a bite.
I was dragged around by the three women in turns, busy from seven in the morning until one in the morning before returning to the hotel. Even if I wanted to find a prostitute, the woman living next door made me give up the idea. Mr. Wang ran away from home. He encouraged that bar girl, invested five million to take over a garment factory in Vietnam, and ran off to Vietnam with her.
Qinghui attempted suicide by overdosing on sleeping pills because of this, but was discovered by Sister Yan, who lived with her, and was rushed to the hospital for a stomach pump, saving her life. People who have been hurt in relationships often become a little psychologically disturbed. Qinghui often grabbed me and verbally abused me, saying that none of us men were good. The landlady and Sister Yan wanted me to give in to them. Sister Yan was a widow, and the landlady had been away from the boss for a long time. I heard from Mr. Wang that his mistress had also moved into his home in America.
Of the company's employees, only the newlywed Shuqin remained relatively normal. After returning from the mainland, I frequently visited pubs to hook up with prostitutes. I actually ran into Shuqin's irresponsible husband several times; he was just like me, looking for women to have sex in pubs. I gloated, waiting to see the drama unfold.
Less than six months into her marriage, following Mr. Wang's escape, Shuqin contracted gonorrhea from her husband. Sister Yan took her to a large hospital's urology department. The newlywed Shuqin instantly went from joy to resentment. Her husband became even more brazen, staying out all night. Being from a wealthy family, his family wanted him to succeed his uncle as a county councilor.
He used the excuse of running errands to either get drunk or cheat on his wife. I coldly watched Shuqin's fate unfold. Who told her not to vote for me? Although my family wasn't wealthy, I had managed to save some money through hard work. Sister Yan asked the boss to let me drive her unused BMW 525. I work so hard to help them earn money, so it's only right that I drive it.
With this car, I'm even more popular in the pub, and even more guys are asking me for sex. You can never get tired of a woman's vagina, but after Shuqin's experience, I always carry condoms just in case. Some girls' hygiene habits are truly appalling.
The number of women calling me via pager exceeds the number of clients. With the widespread use of mobile phones, I dare not give my phone number to women I know at the pub. All four women in the company check my call logs. I'm not their husband; these women secretly checking my phone are truly twisted after a heartbreak.
In the blink of an eye, Mr. Wang has been gone for a year, and the boss's wife is starting to serve her immigration residency requirement because the boss's mistress is about to replace her. Only Sister Yan is left to manage the company, while I'm incredibly busy, and with Qinghui's twisted behavior, I can hardly stay any longer. I
frequently travel to mainland China for work, so I ask Sister Yan to give me the key to my rented apartment, asking her to check it and pay the utility bills.
That time, I had already finished my work and slipped back to Taiwan a day early. I didn't know Sister Yan had come to clean and tidy up the place. I took the last flight back the night before last, and being a habitual naked sleeper, I lay down on the bed in a spread-eagle position after showering.
In the summer, my air conditioner ran out of refrigerant, so I had to add an electric fan to beat the heat. I had no idea Yan Jie was coming, or how long she had been watching me naked. Anyway, after eight years as a widow, it was only natural that she would rape me.
I was having a erotic dream about a Hunan girl giving me a blowjob, until I felt something strange and woke up. There was Yan Jie between my legs, giving me a blowjob while simultaneously fiddling with her own vagina. Yan Jie wasn't bad-looking, just a little plump with a protruding belly. She noticed I was awake and turned her back to me shyly.
After a long standoff, she got up to leave, but I quickly grabbed her, stopping her from leaving.
"Yan Jie! If you want, shall we do it?" I whispered in her ear.
She silently took off her top, then her skirt and bra, wrapped her arms around her very full breasts, turned around, and looked down at me. I helped her lie down, took off her panties, and knelt down, beginning to kiss her lips. Her tightly closed lips resisted for a long time before my tongue entered and stirred. Her hands
, which had been protecting her chest, tightened around me after my fingers had been probing her vulva for a while.
She seemed afraid I would stop caressing her, her hands gripping me tightly, her mouth deeply sucking on my tongue. My middle finger was now moving in and out of her vagina, now using my index, middle, and ring fingers.
Sister Yan's plump vulva was so loose; with abundant lubrication, my hand could easily slide in and out. Her mouth, which had been tightly sucking on my tongue, lost its grip, becoming like a chimney panting against my face, the sound like a two-stroke engine starting up in the early morning, struggling to catch its breath.
My hands were covered in Sister Yan's lubrication; she was limp on the bed, letting my hand come in and out. The numbness in my arm made me sit between her legs and switch hands. Sister Yan's plump vulva, with sparse pubic hair, a slightly large belly, and wide, fleshy breasts with large areolas, stretched out on her breasts.
I alternately moved my hands in and out, causing Sister Yan, who was panting, to open and close her mouth like a carp's mouth. Sister
Yan's plump vulva was already gushing urine, like a squirting ejaculation in a Japanese pornographic film. My penis was already erect, and after wiping it with Sister Yan's love juice on my palm, it went in smoothly.
Having slept with several Hunan girls in mainland China, my glans couldn't feel friction so early, and with Sister Yan's plump vulva overflowing with love juice, the friction was quite small. I changed positions several times to enter and exit Sister Yan. Finally, I ejaculated deep inside Sister Yan's vagina. After the throbbing in my penis stopped, I still soaked my penis in Sister Yan's plump vulva.
Satisfied with the spasms of Sister Yan's vagina, I rolled over and lay down next to Sister Yan, who was no longer pressing down on me.
I immediately got up and went to the bathroom to shower. Amidst the sound of Yan Jie's showering water, I fell asleep again. I felt a cool towel wiping my lower body; I was too weak and lazy to get up. After cleaning me up, Yan Jie covered me with a blanket.
She went back to work, while I slept all day, not wanting to go to the company. I stayed home, lying in bed until the next day before going to the office. Yan Jie, as if nothing had happened, asked me about the progress and inspection status. I explained verbally first, and then finally handed her the completed report at noon. At the company, things were as usual, busy interspersed with Qing Hui's curses.
For a whole month, everyone was busy with their own work. In the first week after my affair with Yan Jie, I was still a little uneasy. After secretly observing Yan Jie for a week and seeing her nonchalant demeanor, I finally felt relieved.
Everyone continued their lives as usual, with Qing Hui twisting my words and cursing, while Shu Qin fanned and encouraged her. Sister Yan still watched them bully me with a smile, making me want to send the three of them to a mental hospital so the doctors could check if they were really mentally ill.
Pubs and teahouses are where I relieve work stress. I desperately wanted to pour all my grievances into the bodies of the brothel girls and bar girls. It was another boring weekend night. I also went to a pub out of boredom, hoping to find a bored brothel girl to have a boring sex session with.
Shuqin's arrogant husband was yelling at the next table with a bunch of his buddies. Finally, they left. Five men, with three brothel girls, drove off in his newly bought Benz S320. The open-air pub finally quieted down.
Shuqin heard rumors and came to catch her husband cheating. If you're going to catch someone cheating, you have to do it in a motel, not somewhere where people are selling alcohol. Shuqin is such a stupid woman, especially considering her accounting skills. She's a complete idiot when it comes to her husband.
Unable to catch her husband cheating, she grabbed a bottle of Chivas Regal from my table and drank it all. It was almost the end of the month, and I was too tired to open another bottle, so I paid the bill and went home to sleep. Because of Shuqin's outburst, I couldn't go get Luo Chizai. Women are really strange; Shuqin abandoned her car, got into mine, and refused to leave.
"Let's go! Let's drink somewhere else!"
Go somewhere else? Shuqin had already stopped twice to vomit after I'd driven less than five kilometers. I didn't know where she lived, so I took her to Sister Yan's house, but the two women living there weren't there. I had no choice but to carry Shuqin to my house. The drunken woman lay on the bed; her clothes were already disheveled while I was carrying her, and now they were even more disheveled on the bed. Her
semi-transparent silk panties, red lace bra, and belly button were all exposed to my view. When a man's lust rises, he doesn't consider the consequences. I finally raped her. Lust combined with my past admiration—even if she didn't marry me, at least I had slept with her.
I didn't even take off her clothes. I just lifted a corner of her underwear and thrust my penis in and out. I didn't consider whether she was in her safe period. I ejaculated deep into her vagina, held her, and fell asleep until I woke up the next day.
She was sitting in my desk chair, looking at me as I slept. Her mournful eyes rekindled my long-dormant love.
"Do you still love me?" Shuqin asked. But I remained silent.
"I regret choosing him instead of you! I've already made a scene about divorce at his house several times. His family, for the sake of this election, doesn't want their opponents to have any leverage. They won't agree!" "Why say so much?" I said.
"Do you still want me?" Shuqin replied. "To be honest, I've already contracted several STDs from him!" "Fuck!" I thought to myself.
"I know what you did to me yesterday. If there's a child, I'll get rid of it! I won't make you take responsibility!" "Shuqin said, tears streaming down her face.
"You can't possibly have an affair with me just because you're the future wife of a congressman!" I said.
"Whether he wins or not is another matter!" Shuqin said dismissively. "With his awful appearance, whether he wins or not, I'm definitely divorcing him after the election!"
I got up and embraced Shuqin, stopping her from saying anything more with my lips. I already knew she was regretting it. Her body was already mine; now we were just waiting for the election in six months. Once it was over, she could be with me openly. The weeping beauty made my penis erect again. I caressed her tenderly until she voluntarily took off her clothes.
I didn't want her to think I was just venting my lust; this time, she was making love to me willingly. This Sunday was the most enjoyable one I'd ever had. Shuqin and I forgot about hunger and fatigue. My penis remained between her two orifices, hard inside her vagina, and when it softened, she immediately turned and took it in.
How many times did I ejaculate? I couldn't count anymore. I only knew that Shuqin's mournful expression had transformed into a radiant face. She seemed tireless, like a machine. My penis, as if the blood couldn't flow from its veins, remained in a semi-erect state, my limbs weak.
Finally, she lay satisfied on top of me, letting my penis soak inside her orifices. On her labia, there were white cauliflower-like scars from electrocautery. At first, I was worried that residual virus might infect me, but after adjusting my mindset, I stopped worrying about it. Looking at her round vaginal opening, I realized the doctor had even electrolyzed the sarcoma at her vaginal opening.
Every woman develops sarcomas at the vaginal opening, and seeing hers like that only made me feel more sorry for her. When I woke up, the room was dark. Shuqin had already left, leaving a note on the table.
"Thank you! I stewed half a duck with angelica root on the stove. You should eat more. There are some blanched noodles in the refrigerator; you just need to add hot soup!
Qin."
Feeling weak and powerless, I finally succumbed to hunger and heated the soup with the noodles, swallowing it down. Then I climbed back into bed and slept until dawn. After a good night's sleep, I went to work the next day feeling refreshed. I was slow to notice the changes in the woman, but Qinghui immediately noticed Shuqin's transformation.
"Oh! Your husband has turned over a new leaf? Your complexion is rosy; you must have had a very happy night!" Hearing Qinghui's sharp and sarcastic tone, I finally looked up and secretly glanced at Shuqin.
"That's right! I think you should go to Vietnam and use all your skills to bring your husband back!" Shuqin retorted.
Shuqin's words made Qinghui grit her teeth in anger, but she couldn't say a word. She could only stomp her foot and go back to her desk to work. I, on the other hand, chuckled to myself, thinking: Finally, one less enemy!
Shuqin often found time to come to my house. As long as I wasn't away on business or dragged out drinking by the factory, she would come to my place. If I wasn't home, she would clean my room or cook a pot of soup for me when I got back.
I thought my relationship with Shuqin was a secret affair, but I didn't expect that Sister Yan had seen everything.
That night, when I came home, I saw a bulge under the covers and assumed Shuqin was hiding there waiting for me. Of course, I took off my clothes and immediately crawled under her to lick her vulva. After licking for a while, I realized that her plump vulva was vastly different from Shuqin's. Sister Yan was waiting for me naked under the covers. I couldn't stop, especially since my semen, which had been held back for a week, was about to come out.
I thrust and pumped in and out, and Sister Yan behaved the same way as the first time. After I ejaculated, my penis stopped throbbing, and I left her body, she rushed to the bathroom to wash up. This time, I wanted to follow her in, but she stopped me at the door. Twelve years older than me, she still held onto old-fashioned ideas.
Silence and shyness made sex seem dirty and shameful to her. I mischievously hid her clothes, and after her bath, she couldn't find them anywhere. Like an ant on a hot pan, seeing me staring at her, she simply crawled under the covers to hide. Finally, she spoke.
"Don't associate with Shuqin anymore!" Sister Yan finally said.
"Shuqin's husband's family is not to be trifled with. You must cut off all contact with her!" Sister Yan continued.
"Sister! How do you know about me and her?" I asked. "
After we had sex last time, I kept thinking about whether I made a mistake. In the end! My mind kept compelling me to follow you. I saw everything you did outrageously on the weekend! It's a pity! There's such a big age gap between us, and my son is almost fifteen years old. Sooner or later you'll find me repulsive!" Sister Yan rattled off a string of words.
Her words were sharp and to the point. The age gap between us, coupled with her old-fashioned moral values, meant that
she was content as long as I treated her well. She didn't dare ask for more. With that in mind, I could only treat her the same way I treated Shuqin, secretly seeing her in private, while she remained my boss in business.
Shuqin was forced to go on stage with her husband to campaign, and she had to pretend to be deeply in love. I, who was dragged along to help out during my free time, actually felt a little jealous, a sour feeling in my heart. After a month of hard work, her husband finally lost the election, despite spending a fortune on votes.
I was so happy! That night, her husband, drunk, pretended to be crazy and beat her up. The incident ended up at the police station, and Shuqin insisted on a divorce. She moved into Sister Yan's house, where she had lived before she got married. Originally, she wanted to move in with me, but because of Sister Yan's divorce case, I told her to wait until things calmed down.
I feel like I've fallen in love with Sister Yan; I have a feeling for her that's hard to put into words. Anyway, Shuqin is like a casual sex partner to me; all I want is to put my penis inside her. When I'm with Sister Yan, it's like she's my wife. She does my laundry, cooks for me, and makes love with me.
She never complains or thinks I'm messy; she just quietly does her duty.
The only drawback is that she doesn't make a sound during sex. No matter how I teased or ravaged her, all I saw was her clenched teeth and painful expression. Several times, I couldn't bear to stop because of her painful expression, but she would eagerly thrust forward, wanting me to continue.
I loved making love with her; I was obsessed with her middle-aged body. The young, playful bodies of the bastards and Shuqin disgusted me. Looking at that slightly plump, middle-aged body, the more I looked, the more appealing it became, and the more energetic I became. My affair with Yan was discovered by Shuqin, who couldn't bear the loneliness. I was licking Yan's toes when Shuqin came to my house.
Shuqin didn't turn away; she sat on the old sofa in my living room. Yan was engrossed in the pleasure of sex and didn't notice Shuqin's arrival. I ignored Shuqin and continued my penetration of Yan. After I ejaculated, Yan went to the bathroom to shower as usual, while I sat naked opposite Shuqin in the living room.
Sister Yan was surprised by Shuqin's appearance. After getting dressed, she tried to leave.
"Sister Yan! Why are you trying to take him from me?" Tears streamed down Shuqin's face.
Hearing this, Sister Yan seemed to harden her heart and stood before Shuqin. "My relationship with him started before yours. What makes you think I'm taking him from you?"
Shuqin looked at me in surprise at Sister Yan's words.
"You were the one who gave him up, and only after contracting a disease did you want to go back to him! I'm a woman too, I have needs too!" "
Sister!" Shuqin cried out, hugging Sister Yan and sobbing. Sister Yan had always treated Shuqin like a younger sister, and the two of them cried together.
I stood there watching the two weeping women.
My life seemed like a romantic comedy, suddenly having two beauties living with me at the same time. Shuqin's rotten ex-husband became addicted to drugs, and after a drug overdose, he drove his car into the oncoming lane. Not only did he die, but he also ran over and killed a couple and their child in the other lane. His divorce case was dropped, and he even received insurance compensation.
After Shuqin's ex-husband died, I officially moved into Sister Yan's house, living a life of polygamy. Qinghui couldn't stand it and called the boss and his wife to come back and handle the situation. The boss had no right to speak; the trouble had already escalated overseas, requiring his wife to come and oversee things. He had neither the power nor the authority to speak to his older sister.
Shuqin wouldn't listen to her sister; she was determined to share my husband with Sister Yan, even at the cost of her life. Eventually, things escalated to a point where an enraged Sister Yan said she was going to find a place to live elsewhere and didn't want to manage the company anymore. This threw the boss and his wife into a panic. The wife, who
was constantly watching the boss, couldn't stay in Taiwan to manage the company. Leaving him alone overseas meant his mistress would immediately return to his bed. They had no choice but to let me enjoy this double life. Qinghui was furious; she had been gloating and waiting for the show, but she never expected this outcome. Qinghui had become the kind of person who found pleasure in others' suffering.
To counter Shuqin's two-husband lifestyle with Sister Yan, Qinghui actually brought a young lover home to live with her. Neither side had the right to criticize the other. Fortunately, Qinghui's young lover was a very obedient boy, a freshman in college. How Qinghui seduced him is a mystery to us.
The boy's character was never good; he even eloped with Qinghui's husband, Mr. Wang, and Qinghui was very controlling. Initially, her lover was infatuated with her body and obediently followed her. But when he grew tired of her, arguments increased. Sister Yan took this opportunity to advise her to change her personality and temper.
But a person who has become extreme, especially a woman, is not easily persuaded. She began to lament her bad luck, and gradually started blaming others. Instead of improving herself, she only blamed others. Her lover finally left her and went to a girl her own age.
Qinghui attempted suicide a second time and was rescued, but this time, we had to send her to a mental hospital for treatment. Her extreme behavior led her to destroy things and set fire to her own quilt. After she left, the house finally found peace. Amidst our busy work at the company, we could return to our warm and sweet home to rest.
From the beginning, the three of us shared a bed, and Sister Yan became more open. Our three-person sex games reached their peak on weekends. The increased workload after the reduction in staff temporarily halted our fascination with sex games. We hired more people to help, but nowadays young people are lazy and have high turnover.
Training new employees left me exhausted. That's the advantage of a happy and sweet family. No matter how late I got home, someone would cook me a late-night snack and massage my tense muscles.
The busy work also had its downtime; the off-season allowed me some relief. However, the off-season was the busiest time for factories to scramble for orders and curry favor with traders. Among the new employees, Xiaoru was the most resilient and eager to learn. She shared my workload, allowing me to hang out with the factories.
Men are just like that, once I'm well-fed and clothed, I've started to indulge in lust, just like Mr. Wang. I can control the widow Yan Jie, satisfy the young Shuqin, and also move freely between the beds of women in brothels. The factory owner's flattery and the brothel women's perception of me as a potential meal ticket have led many to offer themselves to me, each wanting to hold onto this long-term source of income.
A man's sexual prowess only improves with use, contrary to what aphrodisiac advertisements claim. Having numerous vaginas and not using them is the real reason for a man's impotence. I won't follow in Mr. Wang's footsteps and become blindly loyal to a brothel woman. Every woman around me treats me the same way Yan Jie does. I have a gentle and beautiful wife at home; why would I be tempted?
I'm only interested in wild, untamed women. The more they ignore me, the more I want to fuck them. Which brothel woman doesn't submit to my lust? In just one year, I dare not claim to have slept with a thousand women, but I've certainly slept with nearly a thousand. Sister Yan turned a blind eye to my behavior, often secretly asking me to take good care of myself when Shuqin wasn't around, as her happiness for the rest of her life depended on me. Feeling
a little guilty, I naturally made sure to satisfy Sister Yan immediately. My sexual skills were no longer those of the naive girl I once was.
"Sister! I can't leave you unless you don't want me!" With thin semen, I ejaculated inside Sister Yan after wildly fucking her plump cunt, afraid she'd discover anything.
"Hmm! You little rascal, do you think staying inside me will cover up your misdeeds outside?" Sister Yan, regaining her senses, tapped my forehead with her jade-like finger and said, "If I hadn't already had a tubal ligation, I don't know how many babies I'd given you these past few days!" "
Sister! Go get another surgery, let's have one, okay?" I said playfully.
"Go away! Have one! Who knows when you'll abandon us, leaving me to raise another little brat? I won't do it!" "Although Sister Yan said that, I know she really wanted to have a child for me.
Sometimes, when I was out being too wild and didn't come home all night, Sister Yan would stop crying and start laughing under my sexual skills. I don't know if Sister Yan's affection for me is love or harm? As for Shuqin, although she often gets angry with me, it's partly because of Sister Yan's favoritism towards me, and partly because she felt guilty about her first choice.
Pulling her into bed or taking her right there and then, women are easy to satisfy as long as they don't neglect their household chores.
My absurdity reached its peak after Qinghui was brought home. I'm really grateful to the doctor for treating Qinghui like this. After returning from the nursing home, Qinghui went around trying to woo young men.
Sister Yan and Shuqin saw that this couldn't go on and were worried about how to solve the problem. Of course, family scandals can't be aired in public, and as the only man in the family, only I could pull her back.
'Qinghui! You see through it! Stop messing around!' Sister Yan's advice was completely ignored by Qinghui."
"You damned man, you scumbag! I became a scumbag precisely because I saw through it all!" Qinghui retorted.
"Sister Hui!" I had barely finished speaking when Qinghui interrupted me.
"Shut up! You scumbag have no right to talk to me like that!"
"Damn it!" I said, and slapped her across the face.
Sister Yan and Shuqin quickly left. This was something we had agreed on beforehand; if we didn't teach Qinghui a lesson, even though we weren't a wealthy family, if Qinghui continued to act recklessly, we wouldn't be able to withstand the rumors that would spread. My slap was immediately met with Qinghui's fist.
"You damned man, how dare you hit me!"
That slap was delivered with great courage. Afterwards, I could only wrestle with her on the ground, letting her punch, kick, and curse me. In the ensuing chaos, our clothes were torn. Qinghui's snow-white skin was faintly visible, and her beautiful figure was mostly exposed to me through my deliberate tearing.
Exhausted and powerless, she finally collapsed onto the carpet, sobbing. Her pathetic state actually aroused my penis. It didn't take much effort for me to mount her and begin thrusting. Qinghui's leukorrhea was quite severe; the lochia from her vulva was foul-smelling.
But if I didn't bring her to submission, things would get even harder later.
"Ah~! Ah~! Ah~!" Qinghui's sobs turned into cries of satisfaction.
I lay on top of her, thrusting forcefully, feeling her climax several times. Then I switched to gentle, tender thrusts.
"Sister! Please don't be angry anymore, okay?" I whispered in her ear, "I'll make it up to you later!"
I continued to whisper sweet nothings in her ear, my lower body slowly thrusting. Finally, Qinghui turned her head in an exaggerated pose, looking at me with her hazy eyes.
"Are you telling the truth?" "Are you telling the truth?"... I sealed her mouth with mine, preventing her from continuing her murmurs. Just then, I ejaculated into her foul-smelling cunt. I carried her to the bathroom to wash her, and even used Shuqin's feminine wash to thoroughly cleanse her vagina. Being able to subdue Qinghui was an unexpected gain for me.
Her beautiful figure had only one flaw: severe leukorrhea. That night, Qinghui fell into a deep sleep without any medication. Shuqin and Sister Yan had been spying on her from outside the yard. I don't need to describe what happened; I even got a hard pinch on my thigh by Shuqin.
"Hmph! Why haven't you ever been so gentle with me?"
"Please! You asked me to do this!" I complained. "Sister! Take her to see a gynecologist tomorrow! She smells so bad down there!"
"Okay! Thank you for your trouble!" Sister Yan said to me affectionately.
The three women slept soundly that night. Shuqin rode me fiercely for a while, and not wanting to neglect Yanjie, I mustered my strength and injected another vial into her. Completely exhausted, I tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep.
Chapter Two
Qinghui, after a gynecological examination, was found to have lochia due to cervical ulceration. With the help of the prescribed medication, and my patient daily douching, she showed results after a month. I finally dared to lick her beautiful vulva. During this month, Qinghui developed a habit of following me everywhere.
I don't know how she found out about my extramarital affairs. Those who stopped bothering me received money from Qinghui.
Those who continued to bother me, she actually beat them up. Now, my reputation as a womanizer was ruined; women in taverns and teahouses avoided me.
Without the demands of women outside, I naturally had to collect from my own home. Sister Yan and Shuqin were the happiest about my change. Xiaoru took over my work outside the office, and I spent my days just hanging around the company, or going to the sauna to work out and take a shower, or at most, going to the golf driving range to play some golf.
Qinghui, who was always so busy, also relaxed and focused on her work. Anyway, whenever they called, I'd be there for them within thirty minutes. When you're idle, strange thoughts start to pop into your head. We've stopped thinking about marriage; instead, I've started having the idea of getting them pregnant.
Sister Yan practically dragged me to the hospital to have my ligated fallopian tubes removed, but no matter how much semen I injected into their bellies, none of them would swell. Anyway, once the thought passed, I stopped worrying about it. Let nature take its course!
Now I understand how hard it is to be a chef, preparing different dishes every day to satisfy the appetites of three women.
The same applies to the bed; the same positions can't be used indefinitely. If I'm perfunctory, I'll be ignored by these three beauties. Having their beautiful vaginas on the bed, only to look but not to penetrate, is truly torture.
All three women I have have had tragic pasts. Addressing their concerns and comforting them often yields unexpectedly wonderful results. Although these three beauties can provide me with ample money, I won't squander it. I've also experienced the hardship of earning money. With
the changing socio-economic landscape, traders like us without factories are becoming increasingly less competitive. Coupled with the booming economy across the strait, attracting many contract manufacturers to set up factories there, we face an awkward transformation choice: close the company or invest and set up factories on the other side.
Sister Yan, who can't bear to leave, is the most supportive of setting up factories. After discussion, Qinghui is the most selfish.
"Great! Eldest sister, you and Shuqin go to the mainland, and Zhanhong and I will stay and manage the company!" "Sister Hui!" "How could you be so selfish? Why didn't you go to the mainland with your eldest sister? Zhan Hong and I stayed to manage the company!" Shu Qin protested.
Worried about the company's future, Sister Yan could only act as a mediator between her two younger sisters. Knowing her responsibility and personality, she understood that if she jumped in to fight, it would cause the family to break apart. Of course, I understood Sister Yan's predicament, so I privately tried to fill the void in her heart and soul.
Of course, in public votes, I often had to abstain. With three women on the table, I couldn't show favoritism to any of them; Sister Yan forced me to do this. We finally agreed to a joint venture with a second-tier OEM factory on the coast, renting a 20-hectare plot of land in Dongguan for 60 years.
We built a complete production line from weaving to dyeing, finishing, and bonding. Factory management was unfamiliar territory for us, but fortunately, the three capable women possessed a patience I couldn't comprehend. After my two trips, I focused on my core business. The three beauties took turns returning to Taiwan for a month each, and during that time, I made sure to reward them for their hard work.
As the saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder! Each time they returned, exhausted, I made sure they received male hormone injections. In this environment, their bodies didn't lose their novelty. In fact, all three lost weight from the stress, with Sister Yan losing the most; her waistline fat disappeared.
However, this had a downside: Sister Yan's once-ample breasts shrank. I tried using products from TV shopping channels to treat her sagging breasts, but without success. Later, a traditional Chinese medicine doctor used massage and suction to help Sister Yan's breasts regain their firmness.
So, a woman's figure needs sex to maintain it; without it, it will sag over time.
Qinghui changed the most upon her return. In her spare time, she even worked on her pubic hair, dyeing it or trimming it like a porn star.
Honestly, in terms of looks and figure, Qinghui is the best of the three. She also suffered the most trauma, and everything she did was simply to maintain her freshness in my eyes. Every time I took off her clothes, there was a surprising change.
This time, upon returning to Taiwan, Qinghui actually had a silver ring attached to her clitoris.
"Zhanhong! A female practitioner did it for me, not a man!" Qinghui said, worried I'd be jealous.
"Will it hurt when you put it on?" I asked gently.
"It will hurt a little before the piercing, but as long as you like it!" Qinghui said, and of course I had to repay her.
I gently tugged at the silver ring with my teeth, which caused Qinghui to moan repeatedly. This gentle tug caused Qinghui to immediately secrete love fluid, and a drop of dew immediately flowed from her inner labia. I quickly licked this essence into my mouth, while Qinghui held my head down, enjoying the service of my tongue.
"Zhanhong! Come in!" "Qinghui said this after she was satisfied with my tongue service.
Qinghui's medium-sized breasts spread to both sides as she lay down. Her pink areolas also protruded as her nipples became erect. If she were to stand up now, her breasts would be as pointed as bamboo shoots. As I inserted my penis, I also lowered my head to suckle those bamboo shoot-like breasts.
"Mmm~!" Qinghui made a satisfied sound as I sucked.
Qinghui's slender waist was adorned with a beautiful navel, which she often wore to expose, occasionally adorned with a thin gold chain.
"Sister Hui! Do you love me?" I whispered in her ear.
"Mmm~! Yes~!" she whispered as my penis went in and out.
What Qinghui lacked was affection. The gentler I was, the more wanton she became. If I lost control and became too rough, I would immediately see her eyes welling up with tears. This is an experience I gradually figured out. Qinghui also tried to please me with lewd positions, but her tears immediately revealed her inner weakness.
My gentleness allowed her to pour out her heart and pour out her troubles. A psychologist's job is to listen to the patient, uncover their ailments, and prescribe the right medicine. Qinghui's ailment was a lack of affection. The gentler I was, the more submissive she became. Being able to win over this beauty was the greatest achievement I'd ever had in my sexual life.
She could let me remain still inside her vagina, and I could bring her to orgasm repeatedly. All I needed to do was breathe in her ear and whisper sweet nothings. I once spent an entire night like this, and she was so exhausted the next day that she couldn't even get up.
I slowly moved in and out, occasionally rubbing my pubic bone against the ring on her clitoris. Qinghui gasped for breath.
She couldn't even make a moan; the silver ring was too stimulating for her. Seeing tears welling up in her eyes, I quickly withdrew my penis, but this action only made her reach down to explore her vagina with eager anticipation. I had her lie on her side, slightly raising one leg. Qinghui automatically guided my penis into position, and with a slight thrust of my hips, it returned to her vagina.
This position made it easy for me to enter and exit, allowing me to play with the silver ring and whisper sweet nothings in her ear. Qinghui loved it when I treated her this way. The three women had different attitudes and charms towards me, and their busy schedules made my sex life rather mundane.
After eating too much plain porridge and side dishes, one starts to crave a more elaborate meal. I found the food in brothels too greasy; I wanted home-style dishes. The first dish served was Xiaoru, who was pregnant out of wedlock.
After a month of satisfaction, Qinghui returned to the other side of the strait. Yanjie's return to Taiwan meant she was constantly traveling north and south for various matters; she was a busybody, never idle. Whenever she had a moment of free time, she would complain of aches and pains.
Xiaoru's pregnancy, coupled with the heartless man's abandonment of her, led this foolish woman to try and win him back with the baby in her womb. By the time she realized the truth, the fetus was too large for an abortion.
A woman's wrong step can cost her her youth. This heavily pregnant woman was still working as a saleswoman. Sister Yan, feeling sorry for her, asked me to find her another salesperson to share her workload.
My advertisement for a salesperson made Xiaoru think I was going to fire her. No matter how I explained, she was still terribly worried. She was pregnant out of wedlock and dared not let her family know. If she lost this job, where could she find another opportunity for a pregnant woman to work?
"Xiaoru! Sister Yan asked me to find someone to share your workload. You're so capable, how could I bear to let you go!" I explained to Xiaoru while driving.
"Don't lie to me! I know you all think I'm less efficient with my big belly!" Xiaoru said, tears welling in her eyes.
"Why are you always so stubborn? You need to take care of your health too!" I said, getting a little angry.
"Hey! What are you doing!" I yelled.
"I'll do anything for you as long as you don't fire me!" Xiaoru said, pulling down my zipper.
Driving, I couldn't stop her. She pulled out my penis and started sucking it.
If I stopped her, she might do something stupid, so I let her do it. Her oral skills were quite clumsy; my glans was throbbing from her teeth.
Being given a blowjob while driving was a first for me. As Xiaoru continued to give me blowjobs, I kept telling her to relax. Her tears had already soaked my pants. Her actions didn't make me ejaculate, but they fueled my lust. When a man's lust is aroused, he doesn't consider whether he should or shouldn't do it.
I knew there was a nice motel under a certain interchange, so I turned off the highway and sped there. In her haste, Xiaoru couldn't tuck my already erect penis back into my pants, so she used her small cloak to temporarily cover my lower body.
As soon as the car pulled into the garage, I eagerly pulled Xiaoru upstairs to our room. Xiaoru, with her back to me, took off her clothes. Since my lust was already aroused, I decided to go along with it. Xiaoru, who had been my object of desire when she first started working at the company, was now even more alluring with her large pregnant belly.
I helped her lie down on the bed and took off her shoes. Her pubic hair, like overgrown weeds, formed a large triangle on her lower body. Her legs and feet were somewhat swollen due to pregnancy, but she still retained her former beauty.
Seven months pregnant, the bluish tinge on her belly was visible, and her navel was slightly protruding. Her breasts were swollen, the areolas spreading like ink, with small nipples standing erect in the center.
Xiaoru's vulva was already wet, the dense pubic hair making it impossible to see it closely. The wet pubic hair clung to her vulva, and I lowered my head to lick it apart with my tongue.
Pregnant women seem to have everything swollen, even their vulvas are swollen like sandbags. Xiaoru was already aroused by my licking and began to move her hips to meet me. My penis easily slipped into Xiaoru's vagina. The feeling of making love with a pregnant woman was quite wonderful, but I couldn't put pressure on her belly.
As my penis penetrated deeper, I could feel the hard cervix. Xiaoru's vagina secreted a considerable amount of love juice with my thrusts. I raised Xiaoru's legs and happily thrust in and out. She, who had been sobbing, also began to enjoy the pleasure of sex.
"It's great! You can't fire me! I'm willing to do anything for you!" But Xiaoru still couldn't forget about it.
While enjoying Xiaoru's beautiful vulva, I planned how to use it later. Having three women in my life, please don't try to lecture me with conventional moral standards; this is my life. In the week since Sister Yan came back, I've only done it with her once: I released all the semen I'd held back for days into Xiaoru's body.
After I finished, Xiaoru rushed to the bathroom to clean herself. Halfway through, she peeked out with a silly grin and said,
"I'm pregnant, so there's no need to be so nervous!"
This silly girl, I'm almost defeated by her. Even knowing she kept her job, she still wanted to do it with me again.
This time, following the doctor's instructions, she took the top position, and we played until her stomach cramped.
I told Xiaoru to rest and get some sleep, while I indulged in caressing her body, now full of allure from pregnancy.
Life's circumstances are unpredictable; you can't force things. What's not meant for you, you can't have. This is a profound lesson I've learned after paying for this. Before, when I was indulging with bar girls, unaware of the world's dangers, I fell victim to two honey traps. The first time, I asked my brothers to handle the situation, but most of the money spent afterwards went to them for food and drink.
The second time, I simply paid them off. Of course, I didn't dare let Sister Yan and Shuqin know about this, as Qinghui was still in the sanatorium at the time. These two incidents instilled in me a good habit: I absolutely refuse to do anything for free.
After this incident, I opened an account for Xiaoru and gave her a fixed amount of money every month. I stopped sending money after she left, achieving several benefits at once. Xiaoru also kept it a secret, and the money I gave her was a significant help to her future life. I only allocated a small portion from my social expenses, which was also a way to help my employees and reward myself for my hard work.
Having tasted the sweetness of this relationship, Xiaoru knew my background and understood the personalities of the three women in my family. She planned Sister Yan's itinerary in Taiwan. Where would Sister Yan go? When would she return?
She knew everything. And I, of course, went to meet her as she had arranged. I didn't know that a pregnant woman's sexual needs were so strong.
At the company, Xiaoru worked as usual, arranging shipments and collecting payments. Only the documents she presented to me included a small note informing me of a meeting place. These documents were never left on my desk when I wasn't in the office; Xiaoru always presented them to me in person. No one in the company knew that I had been having affairs with Xiaoru several times.
Until the day before Xiaoru was due to give birth, we spent the night at her rented apartment, and I didn't leave until 2 AM. Her delivery, coupled with Qinghui's temporary reassignment to Australia to handle a batch of defective products after her return to Taiwan, left me
bored. I could only stay at the company or visit Xiaoru at her home.
I hired an older woman to help her with postpartum care, and Xiaoru was very touched by this gesture. Originally just a male substitute, I was gradually taking on a place in her heart. A penis without a vagina to fuck makes a person weak and powerless, with random thoughts and difficulty concentrating.
I tried going to a sauna with massage girls, but their professional attitude left me unsatisfied with my ejaculation. My wicked thoughts actually fell on Ziyun, the part-time worker. This young, energetic, and rebellious girl was always the star of company dinners and karaoke parties; she could drink a lot and sing incredibly well.
I originally wanted to train her and get her into the sales team, but her youthful personality meant she didn't think about the consequences of her words and actions, easily offending clients and manufacturers. After a week in the sales team, Shuqin transferred her back to the sample room to work on her for a while longer.
During Xiaoru's maternity leave, I filled in for her, taking samples and running around with Ziyun. Doing business was basically all about talking, eating, and drinking. Ziyun was a great help to me; she was pretty and cute, could drink, and sing well. When she acted coquettishly, clients and factory owners would drool.
Their eagerness could be seen at the dinner table and in the karaoke room. They kept getting Ziyun drunk, but in the end, I was the one who profited. I carried the drunk Ziyun to the car, her beautiful young body at my mercy, caressing and kneading her. Though I hadn't drunk much, I didn't dare undress her; my lust only allowed me to touch her and kiss her while she was intoxicated.
Young and playful, she actually enjoyed going out with me to visit clients—there was food, drinks, and karaoke. Most importantly, I gave her a raise. After Xiaoru's maternity leave, she was a burden, unable to run around, so I was happy to take over some of her work.
Ziyun was the happiest, often chatting with Xiaoru at the company, enviously talking about the benefits of sales. Young and carefree, she had no idea about the strategies and tactics of business; she thought that being able to drink and sing would guarantee orders or get price reductions from manufacturers. The
sales staff I originally recruited to share Xiaoru's workload couldn't stay, so Xiaoru immediately suggested that Ziyun learn sales skills—after all, part-time girls were easy to find. This perfectly aligned with my wicked intentions, but I couldn't agree immediately. Women's senses are quite sharp, and I couldn't easily reveal my true feelings.
"Sigh! Ziyun is too green! She can't compete with those old foxes!" I replied to Xiaoru.
"It's training! I went from not knowing to knowing!" Xiaoru persisted.
"Let's talk about it later! Let's wait until this kid settles down and stops playing around!" I continued to stall.
"What are you two discussing?" Shuqin entered, noticing our somewhat tense argument, and quickly asked.
"Shuqin! You be the judge, the manager looks down on women!" Xiaoru immediately used gender equality to pressure me.
"What is it? Tell me!" Shuqin said.
Xiaoru then told Shuqin her plan in detail, and of course, I had to demonstrate my insistence to both women. Finally, Shuqin sided with Xiaoru, and I reluctantly took over training Ziyun. Actually, I was secretly thrilled.
After returning home, Shuqin kept urging me to stop being a tyrant and instead train more useful people for the company.
"Alright! Then you'll have more time to be alone!" I said, giving Shuqin a passionate kiss.
This kiss aroused Shuqin, and ignoring her hunger, she immediately stripped naked. My plan was progressing smoothly; I truly loved Shuqin's performance today. I made Shuqin kneel on the dining table, kneeling behind her and licking her long-empty vulva.
Shuqin's vulva, stained with electrotherapy, was mottled yet smooth; her painful past made it seem beautiful in a different way. I licked, occasionally pausing to admire the doctor's masterpiece. She quietly enjoyed my caresses—a punishment for not choosing me in the first place.
I aroused her desire, deliberately delaying penetration, engaging in foreplay caresses, often pausing to admire her vulva. A woman's vagina is a masterpiece of creation; no two vaginas exist alike.
That beauty cannot be captured in paintings. To carefully observe and lick a vagina is one of life's greatest pleasures.
Shuqin pleaded, saying it had been too long, and dragging it out would only make her resentful. The slow entry of my penis pulled Shuqin from the brink of anger into a state of sexual bewilderment.
"You bad guy! You big bad guy! You're torturing me like this! I...! I...! I...I'm coming!" Shuqin's angry, lustful cries were the best punishment I could inflict on her.
"You...you...what can you do to me?" I thought to myself. Your past is known to the whole world. Only I am willing to accept your defiled body; other men, seeing your vagina like this, wouldn't dare to penetrate you.
As I thrust in and out, Shuqin's body, limp from her orgasm, slumped onto the table, her buttocks sliding down, making my movements difficult. I had to lift one of her legs and hang it on the table, so her vagina was openly exposed, parallel to my penis, making penetration easier and less strenuous.
"Ah~ Ah~ Ah~!"
With my continuous thrusting, Shuqin awoke from the afterglow of her orgasm and began to moan.
"You...! You...!"
"I...! I... how is it?" I said teasingly.
"You...! I love you to death!" Shuqin's lewd words told me she couldn't live without me.
The sensation from my glans made me thrust harder and faster into Shuqin's body, which was convulsing from her second orgasm. Shuqin turned her head dramatically to look at me, her mouth wide open, but no sound came out. Her flushed cheeks turned pale as she held her breath. I finally ejaculated inside her, and Shuqin leaned on the table, panting.
I patted her round, pert buttocks and told her to come with me to the bathroom to clean up. Sitting by the bathtub, Shuqin knelt in front of me and helped me wash my penis. She continued washing and licking my now-softened penis with lingering pleasure. I thought to myself,
"Lick it hard! I'll give you another go!"
Hunger made Shuqin give up. She dried me off and helped me get dressed. She quickly heated up the food in the freezer bags and brought it to the table. We have a habit in our family: stews and soups are cooked and then portioned into freezer bags, ready to eat after heating. Only vegetables are stir-fried fresh.
Since setting up the factory on the other side of the strait, our household has become simpler. A meal usually consists of one soup, one vegetable dish, and one meat dish. Since only two people eat, wasting food is considered bad. Shuqin quickly finished preparing the food. Looking at her eating, her eyes were watery; she'd definitely be complaining to me about the shortcomings of the past two months.
There's a saying in physiognomy: "A woman with watery eyes is lustful."
Shuqin's current appearance perfectly matches what the physiognomy book says: a woman's lust can be seen in her eyes and hands. Last time Sister Yan came back, the once plump Shuqin was now emaciated from overwork, especially her hands, which had become gaunt and withered. No matter how I teased her, she was uninterested and perfunctory.
Her appearance only made me more pitiful. I wanted her to go on vacation; this is the type of person who'd die from having nothing to do.
She simply couldn't leave her work at the brothel to take a proper vacation and rest. Even when she was with me late at night, she would think of trivial things and want to make phone calls. I deliberately thrust into her forcefully while she was talking, as if I were with a seasoned prostitute, completely unmoved.
"Sister! Do you have another man over there?" I asked deliberately.
"Heaven and earth bear witness! Besides the one who died, you're the only one I have!" Sister Yan quickly retorted.
"Don't you like me anymore?" I continued.
"How could you think like that? I'm sticking with you for life!"
"Then why are you acting like a wooden doll?" I complained deliberately.
"Sorry! I've been busy at the factory!"
I knew that my complaints wouldn't ease Sister Yan's mind. I also knew that my performance had already deeply captured Sister Yan's heart and soul. Relationships with women aren't just about physical intimacy, but about the care they crave and the unintentional expressions of affection—that's the trap that makes them unable to escape.
Under Xiao Ru's guidance, Zi Yun can now immediately calculate the production and cost of different types of fabric, and she's diligently learning, aiming to become a member of the sales team. However, the playful Zi Yun still frequently gets into trouble, forcing me to clean up the mess.
Cleaning up the mess usually involves eating, drinking, and apologizing; if the other person enjoys the drinks, half the battle is won.
This is how I taught Ziyun this trick: those old foxes on the client side, under Ziyun's toasts and coaxing, all collapsed like a house of cards. Ziyun's alcohol tolerance was also trained to a level I couldn't take lightly.
This was where my plan went wrong. Ziyun was no longer the drunken woman I had to carry into the car. Just when I was about to give up on my plan to sleep with Ziyun, the ancients were right: "A chance encounter can lead to unexpected success." The drunk Ziyun was crying and making a scene, making it impossible for me to drive. I saw a motel and drove in.
After helping her upstairs to sleep, I cleaned up the clothes she had vomited on and the car, then took off my clothes and went to take a shower. The hot water in the jacuzzi reduced the alcohol in my system, and I took a nice hot bath. I also called Shuqin to tell her I wouldn't be able to make it back that night.
I came out wrapped in a towel, and the drunk Ziyun kicked off the blanket I had covered her with, lying there with her underwear showing.
When lust takes hold, people don't think about the consequences. I climbed onto the bed and stripped Ziyun naked, admiring her beautiful body. I used a damp towel to wipe the vomit from her face and chest. Ziyun
's breasts were firm and beautiful, with small pink areolas and nipples that I couldn't resist touching. Touching
a young girl's breasts felt like there was a seed inside. After playing with them for a while, I steeled myself and bent down to lick them, from her breasts all the way to her vulva.
Her vulva, unwashed all day, reeked of urine, a smell that made me even more aroused. Sparse pubic hair was stained with remnants of toilet paper. As I parted her thighs, her tightly closed pink vulva opened slightly, like a lover's parted lips, waiting for me to kiss her.
I spread her pink labia with two fingers, revealing the tender flesh and hymen inside. I frantically licked the tender flesh at the entrance of her vagina. Ziyun remained as still as a dead fish, showing no reaction. The alluring vagina of a virgin—I struggled for a while, but my penis just wouldn't penetrate.
After resting for a bit, I lifted Ziyun's legs, heavy with alcohol, onto my shoulders, positioning her hips upwards. Finally, I managed to insert my penis. With a powerful thrust, her hymen broke, and the head of my penis nestled into Ziyun's untouched vagina. That narrow, tight feeling is unforgettable.
Since I became aware of human affairs and tasted flesh, I had never penetrated a virgin. Sister Yan's vagina, having given birth, was loose enough to allow my hand to enter; Shuqin's labia, covered in electrotherapy scars; Qinghui's vagina, injured from recent promiscuity; Xiaoru's swollen vulva from pregnancy. None of these could compare to Ziyun's, let alone the bar girls and prostitutes I had slept with.
The tight, narrow vagina made me feel like I was about to ejaculate quickly, my penis trembling wildly inside Ziyun. Even after the trembling subsided, I didn't want to pull out, continuing to soak in her warm, moist body.
Ziyun quickly restored my erection, and my semen, along with her naturally secreted vaginal fluids, provided ample lubrication for the second round. Ziyun's vagina already enveloped my penis, and the second time, I thrust until I was completely exhausted before pulling out. Semen flowed from Ziyun's vulva, mixed with streaks of red blood. Exhausted, I turned and lay down to sleep. Ziyun rolled over and hugged me as we slept, and I drifted off to sleep in blissful sensations.
"Ahhh! How could you do this to me?" Ziyun cried out after waking up and discovering her condition.
She shook me awake while crying.
"How could you rape me! Waaah!" Ziyun continued to cry.
Only then did I realize the enormity of my actions, and I rolled over and hugged Ziyun tightly, saying, "Ziyun!" "Last night you kept saying you loved me and wanted to have sex with me!"
"Impossible! I...! I...!" Ziyun herself was still too drunk to process what she'd said.
"Ziyun! I've always wanted to tell you I love you!" I uttered words I'd never said to a woman before.
A woman's tears don't stop until she's cried her heart out, so I held her and let her cry. Her wailing gradually turned into sobs, and then into convulsions.
"You have to take responsibility for me!"
"Of course! If not, who will you take responsibility for?" I said gently to Ziyun.
"What if I get pregnant? What will I do?" Ziyun continued.
"We'll get married and have the baby!" "
How could that be! You already have three women in your family!"
"I don't have any engagements with them. I'm a man, and I want to have children and a wedding too!" My sweet words finally won over this little girl, Ziyun, and I carried her to the bathroom to wash herself.
Her hymen was ruptured, and even Ziyun herself dared not touch her private parts. I held Ziyun in the bathtub, continuing to whisper sweet nothings about our future plans. This naive young girl had already stepped into my gentle trap step by step.
After tasting the pleasures of the flesh, Ziyun's mentality underwent a complete transformation, and she became more composed and mature in her dealings with others.
However, when we were in bed, she could be young and wild again.
Xiaoru often told me that she had good taste; Ziyun was a great salesperson, and with her own excellent guidance, I naturally attributed the credit to her. Shuqin also tried to steal the credit from Xiaoru; if it weren't for her strong support of Ziyun, she would still be a part-time student. Ziyun
had one year of school left, and in the end, I bribed her teacher to help her obtain her graduation certificate. With her busy work schedule, she simply didn't have time to attend classes. Anyway, it was night school, so everything was negotiable.
Ziyun unilaterally believed I was her future man. She had already dumped the boy she dated at night school, and now worked full-time at her company, running around for the business. Her reward was that I would find excuses to spend the night at her place.
I used my own money to buy Ziyun a small apartment, and she used her busy work schedule as an excuse to move out. Buying her the apartment felt like chaining her down. Her first time was taken by me while she was drunk and unconscious; she didn't know pain or the pleasure of sex.
The second time we slept together was delayed until after I bought her the apartment. Only then did she happily undress and invite me to her. That time, we happened to be at Xiaoru's house. After being drained by her, the real estate agent called my cell phone to pick up the property deed. I had already had the apartment painted and furnished long ago.
I immediately called Ziyun to come back and take her to see the new place. Seeing her name on the certificate, she excitedly jumped onto me and kissed me passionately. Taking advantage of this opportunity, I quickly touched and scratched her, igniting her desire. On the sofa bed, where the plastic cover was still on, I impatiently pulled down Ziyun's panties and thrust into her without taking off her clothes.
As I moved in and out, Ziyun took off her own clothes and then helped me take mine off. Two naked bodies roamed freely on the plastic cover. Ziyun finally consciously tasted the beauty of sex, clumsily moving her hips to meet my thrusts. Not knowing the trick, she eventually became like a frog waiting to be dissected in biology class, her limbs outstretched as I vigorously entered and exited.
The second time she tasted flesh, Ziyun dared not moan aloud, only opening her mouth wide and breathing rapidly. Don't think that she would always be like this during sex. She bought many VCDs online and diligently studied the positions in them. In the future, when we made love, I often saw her come up with new tricks.
Her young and alluring body captivated me for a while, but her insatiable demands forced me to keep her busy with work for a period. Despite her hectic schedule, she still needed occasional injections of male hormones to replenish her energy. My interactions with Xiaoru and Ziyun were kept secret from everyone in the company, mainly because they were afraid of Qinghui, that mentally unstable woman.
After Qinghui got involved with me, I also associated with some bar girls. She even led Xiaoru and Ziyun to beat up the bar girls who continued to harass me. Xiaoru and Ziyun knew her ruthlessness; they only dared to keep my sweet words to themselves, not daring to openly compete with the three women.
During Yanjie's return to Taiwan, I spent the most nights at their house. When Qinghui returned, I could only find opportunities to insert my penis, letting them know I still loved them. Simple sweet words eventually tire women; if I don't fuck them, they'll think I'm disgusted.
Xiaoru, as expected of a woman who has weathered many storms, would cause trouble if Qinghui became too clingy after Qinghui returned to Taiwan, requiring Qinghui to handle the situation. This brief period became the perfect opportunity for Xiaoru and me to have our sweet trysts. Ziyun could only hope that Qinghui would return to the mainland as soon as possible.
Chapter 3
The Japanese have a method for strengthening and prolonging the penis: whipping it with a wet towel or using it to masturbate. I don't need to go through that. I have five beautiful vaginas for me to rub against. To be strong and prolong, it's simply a matter of using it often. Frequent use dulls the peripheral nerves. Using it less increases the chances of men getting prostate cancer. When peripheral nerves are sensitive, premature ejaculation occurs.
My women know that after I ejaculate once, I can last longer and be more durable in the second round. Only Ziyun has the stamina to ask me for a third round. Young girls with good stamina recover incredibly quickly after orgasm, and in addition, she was on the track and field team in school, specializing in women's long-distance running, so her leg strength is exceptional.
Ziyun's long, slender legs are something I can't resist grabbing and kissing every time. Her feet aren't deformed by high heels; her toes are cute, and her nails are beautifully manicured. Holding her toes in my mouth immediately makes Ziyun's juices flow freely. No wonder every woman I've been with seems to reminisce about her youth.
A young body produces abundant secretions; once a woman is over twenty-five, all that's abundant is vaginal discharge. Especially frequent vaginal washing reduces lubrication. Vaginal discharge is a fatal flaw for a fulfilling sex life. Every time my three family members return to Taiwan, the first thing they do is go to the gynecologist.
Shuqin, after contracting a sexually transmitted disease from her ex-husband, has always used a vaginal douche; Yanjie is someone who forgets about personal hygiene when she's busy; if I weren't there to supervise, she'd just rinse off in the shower and wouldn't pay any attention to her genitals; Qinghui relies on me to douche her, as she's afraid to look at her genitals.
Actually, I know Qinghui relies on me; this act of washing her genitals is one of my ways of flirting with her. Being gentle with her is enough to satisfy her and bring her to orgasm. Every time I finish washing her, she's already overwhelmed with climax. Even if I want to go in, I can only watch as tears stream down her face. So, Qinghui is the easiest of my women to handle.
However, when she's around, she's incredibly clingy, like being stuck with flypaper. My work exposes me to many women. Don't think that having five women now is enough. People are never satisfied. After my experience with Ziyun, I dare not pursue younger women again.
The factories and clients we deal with have a lot of untapped casual sex partners in their offices, especially divorced or recently heartbroken women. I interact well with them and get inside information about who has just broken up or whose husband has left them.
I often bring small gifts or snacks to bribe them. In return, the factories initially provide information about their production line arrangements, giving me leverage in price negotiations. As for the clients, thanks to their tips, I immediately know the prices of my competitors.
My simplest method of bribery, however, caused several women to develop feelings for me. They thought that my frequent gifts were an attempt to pursue them. It was another case of unintended consequences leading to unexpected success; it shows that what isn't yours shouldn't be forced, and what is yours will come to you.
The first person to taste the benefits was the foreman of the OEM factory, a woman named Jingqin. She often helped me inspect and count goods, and explained the production process to me free of charge. At thirty-four, she possessed the simplicity, hard work, and resilience of a village woman.
I often asked the beauties returning to Taiwan to bring me cosmetics and perfumes. They knew I was doing public relations for the company, currying favor with women who could benefit us. Because their tips directly informed people within the company, spending a small amount of money allowed me to obtain trade secrets—this was what Shuqin admired most about me.
Jingqin has a son and a daughter. Her husband used to work at the same company. Last year, on their way to work, they were hit by a drunk driver. Her husband died instantly, but she survived thanks to his protection, losing only an arm. I secretly gave her 50,000 yuan while she was hospitalized, and also gifted her husband a pair of towering canned food towers at his funeral, ensuring he left with a respectable air.
Having married young, she now only has her son, a freshman in college, and her daughter working at the same factory to support his education. I arranged for her son to live with Xiaoru, saving on rent and food expenses. For this, Jingqin was even more grateful for my care for them, a widow, and she would stay after work to help out at my company. I offered her money
to cover her overtime pay, but she insisted on using her son's rent money to pay for it. So, I secretly gave the money to her daughter to help with household expenses. I usually hire four or five temporary workers for those chores, but she, a single woman, does the work of four or five people. I feel bad if I don't pay her.
That night, at the factory's year-end banquet, I sat at the same table as Jingqin and her daughter, and the factory manager was also at our table. After dinner, her daughter was driven away by her boyfriend, while the manager dragged us off to another round of drinks. We drank until 1:30 a.m., and Jingqin was also given several drinks by her colleagues and the manager. Everyone left happily, tipsy and cheerful.
Jingqin, who was riding the motorcycle with her daughter, had to be driven by me. On the way back to her house, her flushed cheeks, enhanced by alcohol, became increasingly alluring. I was fantasizing about being intimate with her when she suddenly spoke: "Mr. Xu!
Shall we go there?"
She pointed to the flashing neon lights of a motel. I was momentarily stunned.
"You've been so good to our family, I really don't know how to repay you. If you don't mind my body, shall we go there?"
"Damn!" I thought to myself, feeling a surge of satisfaction. A woman taking the initiative to invite me out would be incredibly hurtful if I refused; she would avoid me in the future. Of course, I immediately turned the motorcycle around and sped towards the motel.
As soon as Jingqin entered the room, she went to the bathroom to shower. I took off my clothes and followed her into the shower stall. Knowing I was there, she kept her back to me, washing her breasts. Her bewildered actions filled me with both love and pity. Neither of us said a word; my hands conveyed my feelings.
Jingqin's body was slender; only when she bent over, and when my hand touched her abdomen, could I see the marks of stretch marks. Unlike Sister Yan, whose abdomen and thighs were covered in them, Jingqin's body, muscular from daily labor, was no less robust than Ziyun's young body. Her feet, worn in cloth shoes all day, were exaggeratedly deformed—a woman's feet are naturally beautiful in this way.
Jingqin's only flaws were her large, dark, grape-like nipples and rough hands; when she gripped my penis to wash it, her hands would scratch me. The hot water from the showerhead sprayed down as she knelt in front of me, carefully washing my glans and foreskin. I wanted to help her wash her genitals, but she shyly avoided me.
After we dried each other, I carried her to the bed. After she lay down, my tongue directly attacked her vulva. Her large, dark nipples didn't interest me; her labia weren't large, but they were as dark as her areolas. The thick pubic hair exuded the scent of shower gel. I licked and gently bit her vulva until her body trembled.
Her vagina secreted enough lubrication to allow my penis, which, due to excessive alcohol, couldn't fully become erect, to slide smoothly into her.
"Ah~! Ah~! Ah~!" As the glans rubbed against the vaginal walls, my penis became more alert in this familiar environment, and Jingqin cried out softly.
Fully awake, each thrust of my penis made Jingqin tremble. Having not tasted flesh for a long time, based on my experience with Sister Yan, I needed to be careful and gentle. I didn't say any sweet words to Jingqin. I dared not make any promises to this simple village woman. Her actions were out of gratitude for my contributions to her family. Any exaggerated actions or words from me would make her think that she was selling herself to pay off a debt.
Jingqin's vagina was no less than Qinghui's. Despite having a C-section, her vagina was still relatively unstretched, a quality also noticeable with Xiaoru. The passage, stretched by a baby, would shrink back, feeling less tight. Jingqin was
five years older than me. Some say: avoid cold tea, weak wine, and older women. I disagree. Older women have experience, making penetration more comfortable. With slow penetration and the effects of alcohol, I had no intention of ejaculating. It was always a lucky break; the women I slept with became addicted to my penis.
"Mr. Xu! You're amazing! I feel like my heart is about to jump out of my mouth!" Jingqin said after several orgasms. "Don't you want to come yet?"
I shook my head. Hearing this, Jingqin closed her eyes again, continuing to enjoy the pleasure of my penis entering and exiting her vagina. I could feel that Jingqin was suppressing her pleasure, not daring to moan out loud. The hand gripping my arm betrayed the approaching and ending of her climax; the tight grip before the orgasm and the relaxation afterward couldn't lie.
I made love with Jingqin until four o'clock before we finished. She told me she had her tubal ligation done and that I could ejaculate inside her. The frenzied throbbing of my penis brought Jingqin to another orgasm. When she regained her senses, she tightly hugged me as I rolled over onto my back, nestled against my chest like a little bird.
When I woke up, Jingqin was gone. She must have taken a taxi and left. I slept until the noon bell rang at the front desk. My absence all night had terrified the women at my company; my appearance relieved them.
"Yesterday, I was alone against so many people, and they each got me drunk with a drink, so they carried me to a motel!" That was my story.
As the year draws to a close, there are numerous year-end banquets every night. Each member of the company's sales team has to attend to at least two banquets each evening. This year, I managed to seduce three women. Jingqin was the first. The second was Miaojun, an accountant for a client. This resentful woman, dumped by her boyfriend six months ago, finally opened her door to me with a bottle of perfume and a lipstick
. Urban commuters usually take public transportation, and motorcycles are prone to theft. After the banquet, Miaojun asked for a ride. After dropping her off at home, she invited me up for coffee. She's quite capable, supporting her apartment on her own. A certified accountant, she also does bookkeeping for small businesses, earning a considerable amount on the side.
The apartment was elegantly decorated. Since there was no coffee, and my desire was high, I embraced her as soon as we entered and gave her a passionate kiss. My intuition told me that after the kiss, I could tell whether this woman would succeed. Miao Jun's tightly clenched teeth still allowed my tongue to enter. According to my inside information, this woman, my age, was currently experiencing puberty.
"Aren't we moving too fast?" Miao Jun gasped after the kiss.
Then she hugged my head tightly and kissed me passionately again; another beauty had thrown herself into my arms tonight. An impatient woman has her own methods. I lifted her short skirt, and while she kissed me, I directly touched her vulva. The annoying stockings—I tore them—after all, these stockings were my clients' main product. The sound of the stockings tearing was surprisingly sexy and pleasing.
Miao Jun, slumped on the sofa armrest, had already spread her legs, letting me lick her vulva. She wasn't as shy as Jing Qin; she pressed my head down tightly and vigorously thrust her hips, making my jaw ache and still not letting go.
This woman's thirst couldn't be satisfied with gentleness; I had to use force.
My roughness elicited a passionate response from her; her reaction was more intense than any woman I had ever been with. Even Ziyun, who was obsessed with sexual pleasure, wasn't half as rough as her. I, who had initially been on top, ended up sitting on the sofa, sinking deep into it, while she rode me. Sinking limply onto the sofa, I had no leverage to thrust.
I felt like a tamed bull, and Miaojun, this cowgirl, was striking a victorious pose, reaching orgasm on me. My throbbing penis made Miaojun scramble off me, but my semen still managed to get onto her white shirt. Being in her fertile period, she was terrified my semen would get her pregnant, so she quickly took off her shirt, crumpled it up, and threw it into the bathroom.
She dragged me to shower, and even though it was winter, Miaojun was drenched in sweat after our encounter. In the bathroom, I felt like Miaojun's trophy; she meticulously washed me, scrubbing my skin until it was red. In the bathtub, she couldn't get enough of my penis, kissing and licking it. Back in her boudoir, she even licked my anus.
Did her ex-boyfriend leave because of her excessive sex drive? I lay on my stomach, letting her lick my back, while I planned my next trip. Miao Jun's oral skills were amazing; when I head north, I'd have another place to vent, a place I wouldn't have to pay for.
My penis was awakened by Miao Jun again; she took a condom from the bedside table drawer and put it on. With this safety shield, Miao Jun rode me freely again, while I played with her delicate and lovely breasts, breasts I could easily hold in one hand. I pinched her nipples, causing her to move even more excitedly.
Miao Jun guided me to sit facing her, leaning slightly back with one leg draped over my shoulder, rocking back and forth to manipulate my penis. Zi Yun had done this lewd position before; women with weak legs would quickly get tired. In this position, Miao Jun's vulva was fully exposed before me, and with her movements, the tender flesh of her vulva, which enveloped my penis, would be pulled out. I loved watching this.
My penis, with the condom on, felt much less sensitive and didn't want to come out at all. Miao Jun worked in this position for a full hour before complaining of fatigue. I had her lie face down and lift her from behind. This way, I could both watch the spectacular scene of my penis going in and out, increase the friction of my glans, and most importantly, penetrate Miao Jun's clitoris every time.
Miao Jun's moans were deafening; to describe them as so loud and lewd would be an understatement. Anyway, I don't live here, and if the neighbors complained, they would complain about Miao Jun, since the homeowner and the person making the noise were the same person. After about a hundred thrusts, my glans finally reacted. With one last entry, I plunged deep into Miaojun's vagina. She felt the throbbing of my penis, while I felt the contractions of her vagina.
This was the best reward for our hard work. Having expended considerable energy, I lay on the bed while Miaojun helped me remove the condom. She tore it off, wrapped it in toilet paper, and threw it in the trash. She then bent down and licked away the traces of semen before going to the bathroom to get a wet towel to wipe my penis.
I lay there casually, letting her service me, and in return, I embraced her and fell asleep. I slept until late morning. There was a small note she had left in the mirror on the dressing table, indicating where to get breakfast: hot soy milk kept warm in a thermos and potstickers kept warm in an electric cooker. It seemed she had gotten up early to prepare everything before going to work.
Since I had clients to visit and another event to attend to that evening, I called the company to check on things before going back to sleep. Several women at the company, knowing I was drunk again last night, called to tell me to get some more sleep. The end of the year is a busy time, with gift-giving and year-end parties; they themselves have been working tirelessly for the company, and I should make it up to them after the New Year.
But that's after the New Year; right now, I need a good night's sleep.
That night, I went back to Miaojun's house to sleep. It wasn't to save on hotel costs, but because I figured since the die was cast, the initial steps should be completed. Miaojun was like a devoted wife waiting for her husband to return home, helping me undress and bathe. That night, she had no desire for sex, just nestled beside me like a lamb, falling into a deep sleep.
Last night's encounter, plus a day's work, left her exhausted; all she wanted was to sleep with a man in her arms. My return had made her think I was a substitute, that this would be my new base as I headed north. Holding me tightly, Miaojun seemed to be dreaming, a satisfied smile on her face.
My stomach was starting to rumble from attending banquets for the past two weeks; there were only a few days left until the Lunar New Year, so I'd just have to endure it a little longer! I returned to the company the next afternoon, looking exhausted, which made Shuqin very worried. My gastroenteritis had flared up, and I had to go to the emergency room that evening. It was a stroke of good luck; they covered the rest of the expenses for me.
I managed to sneak away to a sauna to let the massage therapist relax my tense muscles. After a relaxing afternoon, I unexpectedly ran into the owner of the restaurant I frequented. Separated from her husband, she was shopping for New Year's goods and was trying to hail a taxi when I happened to see her.
I temporarily became her taxi driver and took her home. Knowing I had just been discharged from the hospital, she personally cooked me some congee. Having nothing else to do, I was happy to stay for dinner. She was shrewd and capable, with snow-white skin, but her oily skin often gave her a golden sheen.
This proprietress, Mingzhu, had a good capacity for alcohol; I had experience drinking with her before. Once, she even came with me to a karaoke bar with clients. That time, she was a little tipsy, and I'd already thoroughly explored her body.
But with everyone else around, I felt awkward taking her to a hotel.
If the timing was right today, I figured I could finally have a good time with her. Sure enough, after dinner, while she was eating fruit in the living room, she kept moving closer to me, so close that I could see her nipples through the gap in her clothes. I took the opportunity to put my arm around her waist, pulling her close to me.
I smelled her hair, that fragrance mixed with a woman's natural scent, a scent that could make one's mind wander. She turned to look at me, just in time for me to lean in and kiss her. As I kissed her, my hand moved from her waist to her breasts. Her soft breasts felt so good to touch; I rubbed and pinched her small nipples.
I laid her down on the sofa and quickly unbuttoned her clothes. She also unhooked her bra, revealing her snow-white, full breasts with clearly visible veins, the bluish lines alluringly prominent. Her dark areolas made me irresistibly want to lick, suck, and caress them.
I pushed her short skirt up to her waist and ripped off her flesh-colored panties, the pungent scent of her genitals filling the air. I lowered my head and frantically licked; my penis, which hadn't tasted flesh for three or four days, was painfully swollen in my pants. I pulled down my pants and panties in one swift motion, straddled Mingzhu's body, and thrust into her vagina.
I pumped my hips in and out with all my might. Mingzhu stared at me with wide eyes, her gaze revealing the excitement of not having tasted this flavor in so long. Her slightly parted lips seemed to compress air into her lungs, her breath coming in rapid gasps. Without warming up, the high-speed up-and-down motion made my stomach, which had just been filled with porridge and fruit, cramp in protest.
My stomach cramps made me pause, and Mingzhu hurriedly got up to rub my stomach. I felt bad for interrupting her.
"I'm sorry!" I said apologetically.
"What are you saying? I should be the one saying that!" Mingzhu said nervously, leaning close to me. "Are you feeling better?" "It feels
much better now that you've touched it!" "You're just
being cheeky!" Mingzhu scolded, "How many women have you fooled with your words?" "If I can't even fool you, how could I!" "
Then why don't you lie down on my bed for a bit?" Mingzhu said, and I assumed she was moving on to another room, so I followed her.
As Mingzhu took off her clothes, I pulled her close, wanting to continue what we hadn't finished.
"What's the rush! You rest for a bit, I'm going to take a shower, I feel so oily!" she said as she helped me to bed.
This woman's shower was really long; she actually made me fall asleep while waiting. I slept until almost ten o'clock before waking up. Mingzhu was wrapped in a bath towel, sleeping beside me. I had slept so well; the food in my stomach should be completely digested. I rolled over and straddled Mingzhu, inserting my penis into her vagina and beginning to thrust.
Mingzhu was awakened by my movements and responded to them. This time, I finally ejaculated successfully into Mingzhu's body.
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