[Urban] Jade Unicorn Legend: Mother and Daughter Hunters (Complete) - 28-30

Chapter 28

I am well aware that Mei Yuqing is facing immense pressure, but it is not yet time for me to intervene. There are two main reasons for this: firstly, the investigation into Tenglong Company's alleged economic crimes is still ongoing, and rashly intervening now would not be the best option; secondly, I learned from Mei Yuqing that the Xu family of Shiyuan Group are also eyeing Tenglong Group covetously. Before they make a move, I will naturally remain inactive.

Thinking about it carefully, I really should thank Cheng Yurong for my current situation. If it weren't for that accident where I shielded her from a bullet, none of these strange events would have happened to me. It seems like fate has ordained everything. I don't know whether to say I am Cheng Yurong's benefactor or she is mine; it seems as if an unseen hand has tightly linked our destinies together. Although the Provincial Party Committee has not yet officially decided on her work arrangements, based on what Yingying said about her thoughts, I have a vague premonition that she will get her wish and stay in QH City.

I don't know exactly what prompted Cheng Yurong to stay in QH City. Even if her own thoughts changed and she wanted to achieve her ideals through another path, she could easily start her career afresh elsewhere, which would be far better than staying in QH City and being plagued by gossip. Perhaps it was her indomitable spirit that led her to make this decision; she's the kind of person who gets up from where she falls.

As I told Jiang Ruixiang, it's impossible for a man not to be attracted to a stunningly beautiful woman like Cheng Yurong. If I weren't afraid that the gossip would deal a fatal blow to her career, I might actually have pursued her; after all, a woman like that is hard to resist.

As for the future, I don't yet have a clear and definite goal, only some vague ideas. My huge success in the stock market has given me immense confidence; I dare to dream of many things I never dared to before. But to be honest, even I don't fully understand my own potential or abilities. How can I set goals if I don't even understand myself? However, I think that as time goes by, my understanding of myself will become clearer, and my self-positioning will become more accurate. At that time, I believe I will know very well what I really want to do.

I don't know how much time passed, but as I lay in the bathtub with my eyes closed, lost in thought, I suddenly heard the sound of the bathroom door lock turning. Thinking it was Jiang Ruixiang, I didn't move, but casually joked, "Sister Xiang, what's up? Want to join me for a swim?"

I didn't hear a reply, but I heard the rustling sound of clothes being undressed. Somewhat surprised, I removed the towel from my head and turned around, only to be greatly shocked again. Because what I saw wasn't Jiang Ruixiang, but Mo Yuqing. When I saw her, she was bending over, pulling her white panties down to her ankles.

"Uncle Liu, didn't expect it to be me, did you?" Seeing me turn around abruptly, Mo Yuqing, already completely naked, was flushed, her large, watery eyes almost overflowing with tears. Her skin was as smooth as jade, her breasts full and high, her abdomen smooth and flat, her legs long and fair, her mons pubis high and prominent—a veritable paradise of fragrant grass, creating a breathtakingly alluring picture that made my eyes burn and my breathing become heavy.

"Is it beautiful?" Under my burning gaze, Mo Yuqing not only made no attempt to conceal herself, but instead gracefully walked to the edge of the bath, a shy smile playing on her lips as she asked me, her classically beautiful face naturally revealing a seductive allure.

Her voice startled me from my dazed state. My heart trembled, and I forced my gaze away from her seductive body, then sighed and said, "Your mother-in-law sent you here, didn't she? You're still young, why give up on yourself?"

"Uncle Liu, do you look down on me too?" Mo Yuqing's expression changed, her eyebrows raised, a layer of resentment appearing on her face.

I shook my head with a wry smile and said, "How could I look down on you, it's just..."

Before I could finish speaking, she had already lightly lifted her slender leg and stepped into the bath, and reached out her delicate hand to cover my mouth. Her beautiful eyes stared at me passionately for a long time, and then she said seductively, "Uncle Liu, let's just talk about romance, let's not talk about those unpleasant things, okay?"

I didn't speak, because I couldn't speak at all. I hadn't even had time to open my mouth before Mo Yuqing's red cherry lips had already covered mine, and her tongue, carrying an alluring sweet scent, couldn't wait to enter my mouth, chasing after mine.

The delicate fragrance of orchids and the faint scent of flesh kept wafting into my nose, and the desire that had just slowly subsided was suddenly ignited again. I couldn't think about whether what I was doing was moral. I instinctively reached out and hugged Mo Yuqing's delicate body pressed against me, and we started a fierce verbal battle.

Mo Yuqing was unusually excited, her voluptuous body writhing in my arms like a snake. The feeling of our skin touching was incredibly stimulating, and my previously docile penis suddenly stood erect, thrusting against her inner thighs. My hands also became restless, one hooking her neck and pulling her head towards me, while the other slipped between our pressed chests, kneading her full, white breasts vigorously.

"Mmm...hum..." Mo Yuqing's body writhed even more rapidly, her skin burning hot, her breathing becoming rapid, and soft moans like a kitten in heat escaping her nose.

Her fiery reaction surprised me somewhat, but more than anything, it excited me—an excitement to conquer her. Overwhelmed by excitement, I teased and sucked her tongue even more forcefully, my hands on her breasts becoming rougher, grabbing, caressing, kneading, and pinching them without restraint, causing her beautiful breasts to change shape constantly. At the same time, the hand that had been around her neck slid down her smooth, alluring back to her slender waist, pressing her delicate body forcefully against my chest.

"Mmm...mmm..." Mo Yuqing's body suddenly struggled violently, as if trying to break free from my embrace. I, already indulging in my lust, was not about to let the duck that was already at my lips fly away. Therefore, I tightened my grip on her slender waist, as if trying to meld her body into mine.

"Ouch..." Just as I was enjoying myself, I suddenly cried out in pain, awkwardly pushing Mo Yuqing away from me. The pain from the corner of my mouth made me somewhat annoyed: "What's wrong with you? Didn't you ask for this? Why are you biting me again?" I tasted a salty flavor in my mouth; it seemed that she had bitten my lip.

With a "pfft," Mo Yuqing laughed at my disheveled appearance. She lowered her head and lightly kissed my injured lip, then said shyly, "Serves you right for being so domineering, holding me so tightly your waist almost broke and refusing to let go. You deserve it." Women are truly monsters, that was my only thought. I found it hard to connect the charming and alluring young woman before me with the dignified and proper young mistress of the Mei family I remembered. The contrast between them was simply too great.

Seeing my somewhat dazed look, Mo Yuqing smiled brightly again, then chuckled and cast her gaze between my legs to my erect penis, grabbing it as it peeked out from the water.

"So cute, but I wonder if it's all show and no substance, all looks and no substance?" Mo Yuqing gently stroked my penis, teasing me with a seductive smile.

I glanced at her sideways and teased, "Why don't you try it yourself and see?" I said this naturally, without the slightest guilt. At this moment, Mo Yuqing and I were completely in our most primal state, a man and a woman, driven entirely by physiological instincts and desires, with almost no emotional factors involved.

"Try it then, do you think I'm afraid of you?" Mo Yuqing giggled lasciviously. The seductive air she exuded gave me reason to believe that the person in front of me was a completely different side of Mo Yuqing.

Everyone has many faces; one person appears one way in public and another way in private. At this moment, Mo Yuqing was probably showing me her most wanton side. After gently stroking my thick penis a few more times, she straddled me with her legs spread, then parted her labia with one hand, guiding my penis to her vulva with the other. Her

engorged labia were a purplish-red color. As her fair, jade-like fingers gently parted her thick labia majora, the beautiful and mysterious scenery of her paradise was revealed before me. The incredibly tender, alluring pink inner walls, the small, adorable clitoris as translucent as a pearl, and that captivating cave that had made countless heroes throughout history swoon—all delivered an incredibly powerful visual impact. I even heard myself swallow.

However, to my regret, this incredibly beautiful sight was only a fleeting glimpse. Because I was lying in the bathtub, my lower body was not in the water. As Mo Yuqing slowly sat down, her alluring crotch area was submerged in the water. Although the water in the bathtub wasn't murky, it was still difficult to see clearly.

"Ah..." With a soft cry from Mo Yuqing, I felt my penis enter an unusually tight and warm place. Even though only the glans had entered, the strange pleasure of the tightness and pressure made me cry out, "So tight!"

Mo Yuqing looked up at me, blushing and smiling shyly, "Of course! Do you think I'm a promiscuous slut who sleeps with men indiscriminately?" As she spoke, she sat down further, the smile on her face slowly fading, and her previously relaxed brows furrowing. "What?

Does it still hurt?" Seeing Mo Yuqing's discomfort, I sat up with some doubt and considerately embraced her delicate body. Logically speaking, she had been married for over a year, and even if she had been idle for quite some time, she shouldn't have such an uncomfortable reaction.

Mo Yuqing gave me a grateful look, then smiled shyly and said, "Uncle Liu, your thing is too thick, it's making me a little sore." As she spoke, she grabbed my shoulders and sat down forcefully. With a "plop," my penis filled her entire vagina. At the same time, Mo Yuqing groaned, her face showing obvious pain.

"Qing'er, does it hurt?" Seeing her pain, I felt a pang of pity and leaned over to kiss her gently.

Mo Yuqing smiled shyly at me, her face flushed, and said, "Maybe it's because it's been a long time since I've done it, I'm a little unaccustomed to it."

My eyes darted around, and just as I was about to speak, I noticed a faint trace of blood slowly rising from the point where we were joined. I was startled and said, "You're injured?" I hadn't expected her seemingly mature body to be so delicate. I'd only just entered her and she'd already injured herself; this wasn't going to be fun. Although I wouldn't mind having a one-night stand with her, I couldn't build my pleasure on her pain. Thinking this, I reached out to pull her off my penis.

"It hurts… Uncle, don't move, I'm fine." Mo Yuqing stopped me shyly, her eyes darting around.

Seeing her unusual behavior, I became even more suspicious, staring at her blankly and saying, "Qing'er, are you really alright? I think it's best to get it checked out, just to be safe."

"I'm really fine, it's… my hymen is broken…" After a moment's hesitation, Mo Yuqing whispered shyly. How could this be? She's clearly not a virgin. Seeing my puzzled look, Mo Yuqing shyly kissed me before whispering in my ear, "My ex-husband's thing was much thinner than yours, and he rarely did it with me because he thought I was too cold. So, part of my hymen is still intact. Today, you've completely broken my hymen."

I was stunned for a moment, then asked, "How did you know?"

Mo Yuqing rolled her eyes at me, then playfully spat, "Silly boy, I found out while showering, of course." Then she smiled and kissed me again, "But your thoughtfulness and care make me very happy, unlike that guy before who didn't care about my feelings at all, just wanting to vent his lust on me."

I kissed her tenderly, stroking her soft skin, and said softly, "Then today I'll give you the initiative. Do whatever makes you comfortable, okay?"

"Mmm." Mo Yuqing nodded with a shy smile, pulling my hands to her full breasts, then placing her hands on my shoulders, gently lifting her hips and slowly swaying.

After our conversation, she was clearly much more relaxed; and with my penis having been soaking in her throbbing honeypot for so long, moving around was no longer a problem. However, at first, Mo Yuqing's movements were still very cautious, her brows slightly furrowed, her hips gently lifted, her expression a mixture of love and fear, making me almost burst out laughing. But I dared not actually laugh, so I could only suppress my laughter, silently moving against her full breasts.

"Ah...so full...so satisfying..." After a period of tentative exploration, Mo Yuqing finally completely opened up, rising and falling wildly, the intense pleasure causing her to abandon her shame, laughing and moaning loudly.

With her up-and-down movements, the sounds of "slap," "slap" suddenly rang out, the water in the bathtub rippled, splashing everywhere, making the bathroom flooded. But Mo Yuqing, immersed in pleasure, didn't care about anything else. Her beautiful eyes were slightly closed, her head tilted back, and she hummed softly, looking like she was having unbearable pleasure.

"Mmm... Uncle... are you comfortable... Qing'er is so comfortable... Qing'er has never felt so good before... Uncle... you're so amazing... no wonder Grandma is so infatuated with you... Ah... Uncle... don't bite... ah..." Mo Yuqing's hands slowly moved from holding my shoulders to wrapping around my neck, and my face was forced to be buried in the valley between her breasts. With such a delicious treat in front of me, I naturally wouldn't miss it. I opened my mouth and gently bit her breast. The intense pleasure made her scream involuntarily.

"Uncle... you're so good... Qing'er... is going to die of pleasure..." Mo Yuqing's full buttocks rose and fell rapidly. Although I couldn't see the enchanting scenery underwater, just imagining the scene of that thick, dark penis entering and exiting her incredibly tender vagina was enough to drive one mad.

Waves of long-awaited pleasure left Mo Yuqing somewhat dazed, her eyes becoming hazy, her entire pretty face enveloped in a captivating allure. Appearances can be deceiving; her classical beauty had given me the illusion that she was a more traditional girl, but now it seemed the truth was far from that. Her small mouth unabashedly expressed the pleasure of her body and soul.

"Mmm…so good…ah…it's hitting you again…" Her moans grew louder and louder, her full buttocks pressing heavily against my lap, my erect penis pounding against the tender flesh of her flower. I suppressed my own urges, focusing intently on the unparalleled pleasure of our union, my hands and mouth working tirelessly, letting her baby-soft skin feel my passion.

Perhaps because of the long period of abstinence, Mo Yuqing quickly showed signs of impending orgasm. "Uncle... I can't take it anymore... Ah... This is hitting my G-spot... I can't take it... I'm going to fly..."

"Flying... Ah... I'm going to die... Ah..." Sure enough, not long after, Mo Yuqing screamed and collapsed onto me. Her vagina contracted tightly, and a large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out from her G-spot, pouring onto my glans. I couldn't help but shudder and almost couldn't help but ejaculate. Although I was far from being able to release, seeing her flushed face, covered in fragrant sweat, and looking so satisfied and charming, I felt very comfortable. After all, in addition to physical pleasure, psychological pleasure is equally important in sexual intercourse.

I lay in the bathtub, letting her lie on top of me, gently stroking her fair and delicate skin, quietly waiting for her to recover from the shock of orgasm.

"Uncle, thank you." After a long while, Mo Yuqing, who had just recovered from the afterglow of her climax, happily kissed me. Her satisfied and languid expression after the lovemaking made me want to hold her in my arms and cherish her tenderly.

I gently stroked her still-sweating nose with affection, chuckling, "Qing'er, are you satisfied? Uncle is in a real predicament." I then playfully thrust my lower body upwards, making her feel my erection even more intensely.

"Ah..." Mo Yuqing blushed and let out a soft "ah," saying somewhat shyly, "Uncle, I'm sorry, let me rest for a bit, then we'll continue."

I kissed her and laughed, "You should rest first. Don't forget your mother-in-law; she probably won't let me off easily tonight. If you don't mind, we..."

“Of course I don’t mind.” Mo Yuqing gave an affirmative answer before I could finish speaking. “I don’t think my mother-in-law would mind either.” After saying that, she looked at me and said, “Uncle Liu, do you think I’m shameless?”

I shook my head and said, “If we’re talking about shamelessness, then of course it’s me, Qing’er. You know my family situation.”

Mo Yuqing nodded and said, “Of course I know, but don’t worry, Uncle Liu, we won’t bother you. The reason I shamelessly came to you today was just because I wanted to find a man I found pleasing to the eye to vent my frustrations. I also know that you wouldn’t be interested in me, so you don’t need to have any concerns.”

I didn’t know what to say at this point, so after thinking for a moment, I said, “Let’s talk about this later. This bath has taken long enough; we should go out.” Mo Yuqing nodded and didn’t say anything more. The two of us quickly washed ourselves clean and then dried ourselves off.

Seeing that she was about to put on her clothes, I smiled and stopped her. "Don't bother with clothes, otherwise you'll have to take them off later, which is too much trouble. This will do." I smiled and handed her a bath towel. Mo Yuqing blushed as she took it and wrapped it around her delicate body. I also wrapped a bath towel around my waist to cover my restless little brother, and then picked Mo Yuqing up in my arms. "Qing'er, let me carry you upstairs."

Mo Yuqing exclaimed and whispered, "My little sister and the others are probably still in the living room. It wouldn't be good if they saw us."

I smiled slightly and said, "What's wrong with it? They probably already know." As I spoke, I opened the bathroom door and carried the shy Mo Yuqing out. Thankfully, the hall was quiet and deserted. I pinched her buttocks through the towel and laughed, "Don't be shy, there's no one here."

Mo Yuqing blushed, looked up at me, and lightly pinched my waist, saying shyly, "You're really domineering." I laughed and carried her upstairs. Mo Yuqing nestled in my arms like a kitten, her arms tightly wrapped around my neck. I could clearly feel her heartbeat and her sweet breath in my ear. Such a lovely and alluring young woman, Mei Tianpeng and her clueless boyfriend were such a waste, giving her away to me for free. It was fucking awesome.

Before we even reached Jiang Ruixiang's bedroom, I heard some strange noises coming from inside. I chuckled to myself, thinking, "She's really horny, she can't wait and she's already playing around." Mo Yuqing in my arms seemed to sense it too; her body temperature seemed to rise suddenly, and her breathing seemed to become rapid. It seemed that she had just experienced an orgasm, and her body was indeed exceptionally horny. As I pondered, I carried Mo Yuqing to the door. A mischievous thought crossed my mind, and I kicked the door open forcefully.

"Deeper…ah…" I initially thought Jiang Ruixiang was masturbating, but what I saw was a rather comical scene: Jiang Ruizhu, her large, white buttocks raised, was buried between Naijie's legs, making smacking sounds, licking with obvious pleasure.

My kick startled the two sisters on the bed. When they saw it was Mo Yuqing and me, Jiang Ruixiang blushed and scolded, "You scared me to death! What are you standing there for? Hurry up and close the door and come in…ah…" That last "ah" was Jiang Ruizhu's sneak attack, taken advantage of her momentary lapse in attention.

I had to admire the sisters' composure, especially Jiang Ruizhu, who, with her large buttocks raised and bent over the edge of the bed, merely glanced at me before turning back to continue licking Naijie's vulva, seemingly oblivious to my presence. Wasn't that a provocation?

I closed the door with my foot, then carried Mo Yuqing to the bedside and gently placed her on it. From the moment I kicked the door open, my gaze hadn't left Jiang Ruizhu's near-perfect body, especially her snow-white, round, elastic, and glossy buttocks, and the lush, fleshy vulva peeking out from between her legs. Her pubic hair was incredibly thick, and hidden among the lush grass was a babbling brook, pink and alluring, opening and closing like a small mouth, as if inviting me to "enter the trap."

I felt a fire burning in my lower body, my erect penis pushing the towel around my waist high, and I couldn't help but make a strange "gurgling" sound in my throat.

"Hey, I said, are you dead? Uh, are you even a man?" Seeing that I hadn't made any move, Jiang Ruizhu, buried between Naijie's legs, finally couldn't hold back any longer, turned her head and glared at me, speaking to me in a seductive voice that sounded both reproachful and teasing.

"Enough is enough! Enough is enough!" So I made my move. I ripped off the cloth covering my waist, and in the next instant, I appeared behind Jiang Ruizhu. Panting, I grabbed her lower abdomen, my bulging, monstrous penis accurately positioned at the entrance of her overflowing, spring-like vagina. Then, with a powerful thrust of my hips, a crisp "whoosh" rang out, and my penis swiftly and forcefully filled her entire passage.

"Hmph," Jiang Ruizhu groaned softly, her body lurching forward from my thrust. Her mouth, busy between her legs, involuntarily jutted out, catching a mouthful of pubic hair. "Can't you be a little gentler?" Jiang Ruizhu said, spitting out the pubic hair in her mouth, her voice filled with dissatisfaction and coquettishness. "You're too rough."

"You slut, you like this kind of thing, don't you? Get ready to take the hit!" Seeing her embarrassed state, I couldn't help but burst into laughter. Remembering the trouble she had caused me, I was determined to make her beg for mercy today. I moved my hands forward and grasped her proud breasts. My engorged penis, tightly enveloped by her honeyed orifice, thrust impatiently, the crisp sounds of "slap," "slap," "slap" echoing through the room, particularly striking in the quiet night.

Perhaps unwilling to show weakness, she initially gritted her teeth, trying not to make any shameful sounds. But the unprecedented fullness and pleasure emanating from her lower body was too intense; she felt every cell in her body tremble with each deep thrust. Her small mouth involuntarily moaned, "Ah...so full...it's bursting..." She no longer cared about servicing Sister Nai; her swan-like white neck arched back, her beautiful head tilted back forcefully.

"Ah...so good...deeper...harder..." Jiang Ruizhu, like a shameless harlot, swayed her hips to meet my thrusts. I panted heavily, thrusting my hips forcefully. My thick, dark penis pounded in and out of her tender honeypot like a pile driver. Only one thought occupied my mind: to fuck her to the bone.

As I moved violently, Jiang Ruizhu responded with equal fervor. Jiang Ruixiang and Mo Yuqing, watching from the side, were filled with lust, their beautiful eyes glazed over. Their voluptuous bodies, almost indistinguishable, were now tightly intertwined. Their tongues entwined, their hands groping each other wildly. Their two alluring bodies writhed and twisted on the bed.

"Little slut, isn't it wonderful to be fucked like this?" I asked, forcefully kneading her full breasts as I thrust my penis in and out, all the while watching the captivating performance of Jiang Ruixiang and Mo Yuqing, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. Life couldn't be more wonderful. My heart swelled with joy. My penis plunged deeper and deeper into Jiang Ruizhu's honeypot, striking her tender clitoris with each thrust.

"Beautiful... ah... it's hitting the spot... ah... it's killing me..." Jiang Ruizhu was panting heavily as I fucked her, shamelessly moaning loudly, "Ah... so beautiful... big cock... brother... you're going to fuck me to death..." She was really incredibly slutty, and her moans made me blush a little, but for a man, the sense of accomplishment from conquering such a beauty must be even stronger.

"You're really horny, now you know how powerful your brother is, right?" I lightly slapped her buttocks, which were already slightly red from my thrusts, while my hips continued to move relentlessly.

Jiang Ruizhu let out a soft moan, her full and alluring body writhing beneath me. She glanced back at me with a seductive smile, her eyes filled with a soft, seductive voice, "Good brother...you're so amazing...Ruizhu has never felt so happy before...your is so thick and long...I love it so much..."

"You slut, you're so horny it's unbearable." I laughed and scolded, lightly slapping her buttocks again, my hands pinching her full, alluring breasts as punishment.

Jiang Ruizhu let out another soft moan, her eyes filled with a soft, seductive voice, "Good brother...you're making me so excited...harder...I want you to hit me..." Huh? I couldn't help but widen my eyes. She actually had a very obvious masochistic tendency, and it seemed to be more severe than her sister's, which surprised me a bit.

"Good brother...please...stop teasing me...I'll apologize, okay? I was wrong before..." Seeing that I didn't do as she said, she actually wriggled her hips and begged me, looking like she was unbearably itchy. It would have been better if she hadn't brought up the past; the moment she did, I got furious. "Slap," "Slap," "Slap," I slapped her snow-white buttocks without mercy, of course, my waist movements didn't stop for a moment.

"Mmm...good brother...you're so good...I...love you to death...ah...it's coming...it's coming..." Jiang Ruizhu screamed, her honey hole contracting violently like an earthquake, the tender flesh inside her honey hole gripping my thick penis tightly like moving little hands, making it unable to move at all. And her delicate flower core was like a little mouth, sucking on my glans.

I could no longer hold back, and my scalding semen gushed out violently, causing Jiang Ruizhu's vagina to open wide, her vaginal fluids gushing from the depths of her honeypot, filling the entire area. This slut seems to have a masochistic fetish; I only slapped her buttocks a few times, and she reached orgasm so quickly.

However, it would be too embarrassing to give up so easily on our first encounter. I silently withdrew my still-erect penis, then turned Jiang Ruizhu over, so that she was lying face up on the bed. The recent climax had drained her of too much energy. She lay there like a dead snake, letting me manipulate her, weakly uttering, "Good brother... what do you want to do..." It was

the first time I'd had the chance to see Jiang Ruizhu's naked body. Her incomparably beautiful face was half-hidden by her cloud-like hair. Her once flawless face was now flushed and brimming with undisguised desire, utterly captivating. Her arched eyebrows, long eyelashes, delicate nose, and alluring cherry-red lips created a breathtakingly beautiful picture.

At that moment, her lovely nose trembled slightly, a glistening bead of sweat clinging to its tip; her alluring mouth was half-open, panting softly, occasionally exhaling hot, fragrant breath.

Next came her neck, as white and jade-like as a noble swan, and her skin, as delicate and smooth as cream, so

soft it seemed it could be broken with a touch, and her pair of high, cloud-piercing breasts. At this moment, the two nipples on the peaks were swollen and erect, as tempting as two purplish-red crystal grapes. Further down, there was her smooth, flat abdomen without an ounce of excess fat, her slender waist that seemed almost too delicate to be grasped, her adorable navel, her long, beautiful legs, and between her legs, a pinkish-white slit overflowing with a mixture of yellow and white fluid. The thick forest on either side of the slit was now tangled and plastered to the sides, soaked with the fluid.

"What am I doing? Of course, I'm going to fuck you," I said in a muffled voice.

I couldn't hold back any longer. I reached out and lifted her beautiful legs onto my shoulders, then my thick penis thrust into her open honey pot once more. Jiang Ruizhu let out a satisfied sigh, the feeling of fullness and tightness making her groan, "So full...so beautiful..."

"The best is yet to come, just wait and enjoy it." I didn't waste any more words, and with both hands holding the base of her thighs, I thrust hard. Jiang Ruizhu's body was still very sensitive, not fully recovered from the previous orgasm, and she couldn't withstand my fierce bombardment. She immediately cried out and moaned, "Ah ha...good brother...you're going to kill me...how can it still be so hard...ah...so good...ah ha..."

"Mother-in-law...um..."

"Qing'er...ah..."

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were still rubbing against each other, their delicate bodies twisting like snakes on the bed, and their mouths occasionally letting out moans and cries that made people's hearts tighten. My lust surged, and I thrust my hips forcefully, launching a fierce attack of thrusts, pounding, penetrating, and withdrawing. At first, Jiang Ruizhu tried to meet my thrusts, but gradually she could only defend herself, unable to retaliate. She was passively beaten, her body tossed about like a small boat on a vast ocean, until her mind began to wander… That night, fueled by lust, I tirelessly ravaged the three women, working tirelessly until they were too exhausted to even speak. Only then did I finally fill Mo Yuqing's honeypot with my semen, ending this absurd game. As I dragged my weary body into a deep sleep, the three women beside me were already snoring softly, and the sky outside was already beginning to lighten.

I slept soundly, and when I opened my eyes again, the sun was high in the sky; it was noon the next day. Not long after, the three women I had been entwined with woke up one after another, but they were still weak from exhaustion.

"You look like you've been kicked out of a terrible prison. If I didn't know you had several women in your family, I would really suspect that you haven't been with a woman for years," Jiang Ruizhu said in a coquettish voice, having lost her former sharpness and nestled in my arms like a little woman.

I reached between her legs and groped, laughing, "Isn't it because you're such a slut, making me want to fuck your cunt to pieces?"

Jiang Ruizhu blushed and punched me playfully, saying coquettishly, "I didn't!"

I laughed again, lowered my head and kissed Jiang Ruixiang, who was nestled against me in deep thought, and asked with a smile, "Sister Xiang, what are you thinking about?"

Jiang Ruixiang gazed at me with somewhat hazy eyes, her eyes shooting out a passion that could destroy everything. After a long while, she sighed softly and said, "I'm starting to regret it now. I think I'll never be able to forget you again. I shouldn't have let go." Hearing her say this, Jiang Ruizhu also lost her smile, silently snuggling her body closer to mine, while Mo Yuqing's voluptuous body pressed tightly against mine from behind.

I remained silent for a long while before softly saying, "Sister Xiang, can we talk about this later? Right now, all I can tell you is that I'm not a heartless person. If you're willing, I'll definitely find a chance to be with you." Regarding my relationship with these three, I felt it was best to maintain the status quo for now. Last night's absurdity was unforgettable, but considering the potential risks of them becoming part of my family, I felt I needed to think carefully before acting.

"We're content with what you said, Yu Lin. Don't overthink it; we didn't mean to force you," Jiang Ruixiang said gently. I nodded silently, because I really had nothing more to say at that moment.

After a long silence, Jiang Ruizhu, nestled in my arms, suddenly looked up at me and said, "Brother Lin, can you take us to meet your women?" Brother Lin? That was a rather novel way of addressing me, and a strange feeling welled up inside me. I suddenly realized that among all my women, they were either much younger than me, or older than me like Yu Mei and the others. Besides Jiang Ruizhu, who was my peer but younger, there was really no one else.

"Taking you to meet Yu Mei and the others is fine, but don't say anything out of line." I was still wary of Jiang Ruizhu's past misdeeds.

Jiang Ruizhu playfully punched me, saying coquettishly, "You're such a petty man! I've already apologized to you, why are you still holding a grudge?"

"Is admitting your mistake enough? Don't you think about what people will think of that article written by that reporter Zhao Jiahui?" I slapped her hard on the buttocks and laughed, scolding, "Don't forget I warned you, don't blame me if Yu Mei and the others kick you out." Although I firmly believed that Yu Mei wouldn't do such a thing, it was still necessary to make Jiang Ruizhu remember the mistake she had made. I apologized to Yu Mei in my heart: "Yu Mei, don't blame me for calling you a petty and jealous person, I'm doing this for everyone's good."

"Will Sister Yu Mei really kick me out?" Jiang Ruizhu rarely showed a worried look when she heard me say this.

Jiang Ruixiang, unable to bear seeing this, comforted her, "Sister, don't listen to him. I don't think Yu Mei would be so petty. Otherwise, he wouldn't treat her like a treasure and us sisters like roadside wildflowers."

Hearing these words, full of jealousy and a hint of gunpowder, I could only pretend I hadn't heard anything. Using my "Great Shift of Heaven and Earth," I changed the subject, saying, "The weather is nice today."

A "pfft" sound rang out as the three girls couldn't help but giggle. Jiang Ruixiang gave me a slightly resentful glare and scolded, "Pretending to be stupid."

When I brought the three Mei girls to Yu Mei, Yu Yi, Ruolan, and Ya Shi, I was still a little uneasy. However, seeing the girls' affectionate way of calling each other "sister" and "brother," I felt very confused. It seems that women are not creatures I can fully understand.

To avoid becoming the target of everyone's criticism, I made an excuse to slip out onto the balcony for some fresh air. Looking at the blue sky and white clouds in the distance, I felt an unprecedented sense of ease. Listening to the soft, sweet voices of the women around me, I couldn't help but think to myself, "Life in the future will probably be even more colorful, right?"

This year's heatwave seems to have arrived exceptionally early; it's only June, and temperatures in many places have already soared to 37 or 38 degrees Celsius. Although QH City hasn't reached that level yet, it's not far off. However, unlike previous years, I won't have to worry about surviving the sweltering summer, because we're moving into our luxurious new home.

June 12th, Saturday, is the opening day of the quadrennial European Cup, and also the day our family moves into our new home. Generally speaking, moving into a new home is a happy event, hence the saying "housewarming celebration." However, when saying goodbye to our old one-bedroom apartment of less than forty square meters, Yingying and I were both a little downcast. This was all because someone we loved most had lived with us here for almost eight years, and now she had left us forever. The sweet memories of the past had become a permanent pain in our hearts. How could we not be heartbroken?

"I'm sorry..." Sensing our unusual emotions, Mei Yuqing hugged Yingying, whose eyes were already red, and said with a guilty expression.

Although it was the weekend, Ruolan had gone to the company early in the morning, and Yuyi, Yashi, Wanqing, and Xiaoyan were waiting at their respective homes (they were moving together today). So, only Yumei, Yingying, and the two girls, Jia Ni, plus Mei Yuqing, came to help with the move.

The women from the Mei family didn't really have anything to offer to help me move, but I dissuaded them. Firstly, I didn't have much stuff, and since I'd already hired a moving company, they wouldn't be of much help. Secondly, there were so many rumors circulating about me lately, so I figured it was better to avoid trouble. However, Mei Yuqing still came despite my advice. Perhaps she was already regretting it?

"Forget it, let's not dwell on the past..." I sighed, looking at my daughter in Mei Yuqing's arms, her shoulders trembling slightly, and at Yumei, whose expression was somewhat somber. After casting one last glance at the place that held so many beautiful memories for me, I composed myself and turned to the four women, saying, "Let's go. Yuyi and the others are waiting at home."

Without looking back, I boarded the moving company's truck. Although this place certainly held many things I cherished, one can't live in the past forever. Making the most of the present and creating a better future is what I should be doing.

Because the old furniture and appliances had already been disposed of, although four families (myself, Yumei, Yuyi, and Wanqing) were moving together, one truck was enough to fit everything. Actually, there wasn't much – just clothes, books, a computer, and some small, sentimental items we couldn't bear to throw away. The

new furniture and appliances were all newly purchased and already arranged, so everything was settled in within half a day. The spacious and bright new home was, of course, a world of difference from the old one-bedroom apartment. But when I saw the wooden bed in the bedroom, which could only be described as "extra-large," I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. That bed could easily sleep ten people, and apparently, it was Aunt Yingying's idea – she's such a "filial" child!

At noon, I called Ruolan and Yijing back from the company, and also invited the women from the Mei family. We all went out for a big meal at a restaurant to celebrate our housewarming. After moving into the new house, it's only a few minutes' drive from here to the Mei family villa, saving me the trouble of commuting.

Ever since I took Jiang Ruixiang and Jiang Ruizhu to meet Yu Mei and Wan Qing, they seem to have reached some kind of tacit understanding. Every few days, Yu Mei asks me to accompany Jiang Ruixiang and the others. Although I don't know what agreement they reached, Yu Mei is truly a wonderful person. After losing Shuling, I've been fortunate enough to have such a woman in my life; God has been kind to me.

"Uncle, Yi Jing and I are going back to the company first. You can spend some time shopping with Mom and the others." After the meal, Ruolan and Yi Jing got up to say goodbye. These two girls have really been focused on the affairs of Sihai Company lately, leaving early and returning late every day, and even spending weekends at the company.

I am certainly pleased that they are working so hard, but I am also very worried that it will exhaust them. In fact, they don't need to work so hard at all, because I don't really care whether the company is profitable. What I care about is whether they can grow in the process of managing and operating the company.

"Uh... Ruolan, wait a minute..." I stopped the two girls who were about to leave. "Ruolan, Yijing, I've been wanting to tell you both for a while now. You've been working too hard lately. Be careful not to burn yourselves out. You should relax a bit and not push yourselves so hard, okay? Ruolan, don't go to the company this afternoon. Come with me to buy a car. Haven't you been wanting to buy that new Volkswagen Beetle for a while?"

"Uncle Liu, thank you for your concern. We'll be more careful in the future," Yijing said, somewhat touched. She looked at Ruolan, who was still hesitating, and smiled, "Ruolan, what are you still hesitating about? Look how good Uncle Liu is to you. I'm a little envious." She patted Ruolan's shoulder and laughed, "There's nothing much going on at the company this afternoon, just a few interviews. Leave everything to me. You can go and have fun." The two girls have been busy recruiting lately and even hired a well-known game planner. It seems their "ambitions" are quite big.

"Then thank you for your trouble," Ruolan said happily, of course she was willing to go with me to buy the car.

Yijing smiled and was about to speak when I interrupted, "Uh, Yijing, don't go either, I have something I need your help with." Yijing was taken aback, looking at me with a puzzled expression, "Uncle Liu, what do you need my help with?"

"Oh, it's like this, I've encountered some difficulties in my recent research work, and my home computer is just too slow for me. I want to buy a high-performance server. You're my teacher in this area, who else can I ask if not you?" I explained to her with a smile, "Why don't you not go back to the company? We can buy the server after we finish buying the car. It's the weekend today, you should relax. Besides, I heard you say that there's not much to do at the company, just a few interviews, right? There's no need to do everything yourself, this can be delegated to others."

Yi Jing hesitated for a moment, then smiled playfully and said, "Since you've spoken, Uncle Liu, how could I dare say no? Otherwise, you, the big boss, would surely fire me!" Everyone was amused by her words. If she hadn't mentioned it, I would have almost forgotten that I was still the backer of Sihai Technology. I really am an irresponsible boss. I never thought I would accidentally become a hands-off manager, hehe. Seeing Ruolan explain the company's affairs clearly in a few words over the phone, I couldn't help but laugh and tease her, "Ruolan, you look much more impressive than me, the nominal boss."

"Uncle..." Ruolan blushed at my words, gave me a shy and reproachful look, and then looked at Yumei and the others, saying, "Mom, do you want to come with us to look at cars?" Wanqing glanced at me, smiled slightly, and took over the conversation, saying, "Aren't you afraid we'll be third wheels?" The women burst into laughter, making Ruolan blush even more, and she was very embarrassed, "Aunt Wan, you..." Among the people present, apart from Jiang Ruizhu's daughter Tong Yuhan, who was unaware of the relationship between Ruolan and me, everyone else knew the inside story, including Yijing, who was not very clear about it before, but learned about it from Ruolan by chance.

"Hehe, Ruolan, you and the girls go ahead. We old ladies have already decided to go shopping together." Yu Mei smiled, trying to ease her daughter's predicament. However, her words also divided the women present into two distinct camps. One was, of course, the camp she called "old ladies," consisting of herself, Yu Yi, Wan Qing, and the Jiang sisters. The other was, of course, the youthful camp, composed of teenagers and young women in their twenties, such as Yingying and Ruolan.

Age is always a very sensitive topic for women. Although, thanks to my gentle care, the radiant Yu Mei looked to be only in her thirties, perhaps subconsciously she still couldn't escape the shadow of fading beauty.

"Mom, look at you! You look almost as big as my sister now. Who would dare call you an old woman?" Ruolan sweetly flattered her mother. Yumei laughed and scolded, "I can't handle your sweet talk, you little brat. Save it for your uncle." The women burst into laughter again. This time, even the little girl Tong Yuhan, who didn't know what was going on, looked like she understood, her face flushed as she looked at me and then at Ruolan, her expression very cute.

"Uncle, let's go. Mom and the others are so mean, always making fun of me..." Ruolan, having been teased twice, blushed like Guan Yu and dragged me away.

When we got to the parking lot and counted the people, we realized there were too many. But that was easy to solve; we could just let the little girls squeeze in and sit down. It wasn't a long walk anyway. So Ruolan, Yijing, Tong Yuhan, and Xiaoyan got into Mo Yuqing's car, while Yashi, Jiani, Yingying, and I, the three little girls, got into Mei Yuqing's car. Of course, I sat in the passenger seat, and the three little girls were bound to suffer a bit.

Mei Yuqing was still driving that Polo, while Mo Yuqing was driving a brand new Beijing Hyundai Elantra, which they bought after selling that blood-stained red Ferrari. On the way to the car dealership, the three little girls kept playing around in the back seat, but I noticed that Mei Yuqing, who was driving, was rather quiet. I knew why she was like that; she was probably still thinking about what happened that morning. Although I wanted to comfort her, firstly because she was driving, and secondly because the three little girls in the back seat were making too much noise, I swallowed my words.

Before long, we arrived at the largest car market in QH City. Since Ruolan's goal was already clear, we went straight to ordering a new Volkswagen Beetle. The car dealership owner's eyes crinkled with laughter when he saw we hadn't even tried to haggle. When he heard we wanted to buy another car, he was even more delighted and called over three pretty saleswomen to introduce us to various models. Audi A8-L6 extended wheelbase, Mercedes S350, BMW 760… the three saleswomen enthusiastically promoted various high-end sedans to us. A group of girls, each with their own ideas, chattered incessantly, recommending their favorite models, making my head spin.

Although I didn't have a specific goal before coming to buy a car, my principles for buying one were already set. There were two principles: first, never buy a Japanese car—even if it meant throwing money down the drain, I wouldn't let the Japanese and Americans profit from it, right? Second, I couldn't buy a car that was too expensive. Besides not wanting to be too flashy, another reason was that there was no need to waste money, because these high-end sedans are often overpriced.

Based on these two principles, I wasn't swayed by the pretty saleswoman or the other girls. Instead, I chose a Citro?n C5, priced only slightly higher than Ruolan's Beetle. The dealership owner was naturally disappointed by my choice, but even so, the total cost of these two cars was over 800,000 yuan, no small sum, so he wasn't dissatisfied.

The total cost, including all the fees, didn't exceed 900,000 yuan, significantly lower than the girls' expectations, as evidenced by their expressions. This isn't hard to understand; everyone has vanity, and women's vanity is even greater than men's, especially since they were mostly naive young girls.

In the past, I might have succumbed to vanity and spent millions on a luxury car, but having faced life and death, I'm no longer easily swayed by meaningless vanity and fame. Money and fame are external things; if we're burdened by them, we lose the joy of life.

The mind is the master of man. With the mind as the master, one transcends the constraints of external things, and all things become at one's disposal. Then one can roam freely, enjoying the joy of freedom, just as the saying goes, "Fish swim in water and forget the water; birds fly on the wind and are unaware of the wind."

Although the relevant procedures will take a few more days to complete, the car can already be driven home. After leaving the car dealership, we split into two groups. Yijing and I went to the computer mall to buy a server, while Ruolan, Mei Yuqing, and Mo Yuqing took the new car and drove around with a group of girls. Needless to say, my Citroen will definitely be monopolized by them, so for now, I can only drive the Polo with Yijing to the computer mall.

On the way, Yijing asked me in detail why I wanted to buy a server. I told her, "Yijing, it's like this, lately I've been spending all my time researching Go, besides studying the European, American, and Japanese stock markets. As you know, I've always been very interested in Go and artificial intelligence."

"I know that. I always thought you were just talking, but you actually did it?" Yijing looked at me with some surprise, then pondered for a moment and said, "To do this kind of research, you really need a high-performance server; ordinary computers are definitely not enough. But servers are very expensive. Last week, our company just bought an HP W8000 series graphics workstation, dual CPUs, 12GB of RAM, and it cost almost 300,000 yuan. Uncle Liu, what kind do you want to buy?"

"How would I know what kind to buy? Anyway, it can't be too big, and the performance has to be good, like one with dozens or even hundreds of CPUs," I replied casually. Yi Jing chuckled, "Uncle Liu, do you think you can just add CPUs like building blocks? For one thing, the heat dissipation problem is difficult to solve. A typical server is lucky to have 32 CPUs. And these servers are often ridiculously expensive; you can't buy one for less than a few million. Uncle Liu, are you really willing to spend that much money?"

"Why not?" Hearing the disbelief in Yi Jing's tone, I glanced at her and couldn't help but ask, "If I'm going to buy one, of course I won't be stingy. You know, my desktop computer at home takes days to get any calculation results. How can I stand that?"

"Who told you to use that home computer for complex scientific calculations?" Yi Jing chuckled. "By the way, Uncle Liu, if I may ask you a question, how much money have you actually made in the stock market? Every time I ask Ruolan, she always evades the question. Based on my judgment, you've bought a car, a house, and a company, and now you're buying servers. All of that adds up to almost 20 million, right? I really can't imagine how you could earn so much money in such a short time. It's amazing!"

"Actually, it's not as magical as you think. Stock trading, as long as you're right, your capital will snowball. I just happened to be lucky. To be honest, even I didn't expect to be so successful in the stock market. But it also taught me a lesson: many things aren't that you can't do them, but that you're afraid to even think about them or do them." I joked casually as I drove, "Yi-Jing, maybe one day you'll become China's Bill Gates. Do you think you can imagine that now?"

"Bill Gates? Uncle Liu, you're joking too much! Someone like me, Bill Gates?" Yi-Jing shook her head with a wry smile, then suddenly turned to me, as if remembering something, and asked, "By the way, Uncle Liu, did you run into my mom the other day?"

"Yes, I was passing by the bar that day, and seeing the door open, I went in. When I went in, I saw a middle-aged woman sitting behind the counter. I asked her, and she said it was your mom. It seems your mom isn't in very good health."

“Yes, I didn’t want her to manage the bar anymore. I originally intended to sell it, but my mom said she was just idling around anyway, and having something to do would keep her from getting too bored. I think she’s right, she gets quite bored staying at home all the time.” Yi Jing said helplessly, glancing at me sideways before asking, “Uncle Liu, what did you and my mom talk about?”

“I didn’t say anything. Your mom was too polite, she thanked me a lot, saying thank you for taking care of you, which made me feel a little embarrassed.”

“Oh, really? Did she mention me to you?” Yi Jing’s tone was somewhat suspicious, as if she had some kind of worry. I turned to look at her with a puzzled expression, then smiled and said, "Of course she told you. She said you're too picky and don't even look at ordinary boys. It's clear your mother really cares about your marriage."

"My mom just loves to meddle," Yi Jing said, her voice filled with distress and helplessness. "I'm really afraid of her. She's like a monk chanting in my ear every day, a real 'Journey to the West' Tang Sanzang, it's unbearable."

"Yi Jing, parents always want their children to be happy. Your mother's feelings are understandable. Parents always worry about their children."

"Uncle Liu, it's not that I don't understand her, I just can't stand her constant nagging. Sigh, I really envy Ruolan. If my mother were as understanding as Aunt Mei, I wouldn't be so troubled now." Yi Jing said helplessly, then turned to look at me and said, "Uncle Liu, honestly, I can't believe something like that happened between you and Ruolan."

"Now you realize I'm not a good person, huh? Hehe, you'd better watch out..." Since Yijing was someone I knew well, I didn't hold back when joking. I thought Yijing would throw a tantrum, but to my surprise, I didn't hear her voice for a long time. I turned around and saw her biting her lip, staring straight ahead, her face looking very gloomy. I was slightly surprised, but more than that, I felt guilty, so I quickly apologized to her, "Yijing, I'm sorry, I like to joke around, I just said whatever came to mind, don't take it to heart."

"Oh~~ Uncle Liu, you misunderstood, I just suddenly remembered something from the past." Yijing forced a smile, looking somewhat forlorn. I was very confused, not knowing why she, who had been laughing and joking just a moment ago, would suddenly become like this. It was obvious that my joke had reminded her of something unhappy, most likely her unsuccessful past relationship.

Because of my joke, I had unintentionally stirred up Yijing's unpleasant memories, and the atmosphere in the car suddenly became somewhat awkward. For a moment, I couldn't find anything to say. Fortunately , the computer mall soon came into view, and the awkwardness didn't last long; by the time we got out of the car, Yijing's complexion had mostly returned to normal.
Yijing , clearly familiar with the area, led me straight to the distributors of various server brands. After comparing and weighing the options, we finally chose the IBM x445 series server and decided to use the highest configuration supported by this series: 32 CPUs and 64GB of RAM. Because our requirements were somewhat specific, we had to wait a few days to pick it up. "It's so expensive!" On the way home, Yijing was still lamenting the ridiculously high price. I nodded and said, "Who told us we can't make our own chips? When we have chips that can compete with Intel and AMD, their prices will naturally come down. The key is that we're not good enough ourselves." Yijing echoed my sentiment, saying, "Yes, the gap between us and them is just too big. Our hardware is inferior, and our software is inferior too. What can we do besides watch foreign companies rake in huge sums of money in China?" What she said was true. Just like the wireless standards dispute that caused such a stir a couple of months ago, the final result was that Intel, with the help of the US government, forced the Chinese government to make huge concessions. Every Chinese person should not forget this humiliating event. One day, we will make these arrogant multinational corporations behave according to our rules, not the other way around. When Yijing and I got home, the "old ladies" who had been shopping had already returned, but the young girls who had gone for a drive were nowhere to be seen. After chatting for a while, Yu Mei and Yu Yi got up to prepare dinner, and Yi Jing volunteered to help. I, however, was pulled into the study by the Jiang sisters, Rui Zhu and Rui Xiang. Seeing their unfriendly expressions, I asked, puzzled, "What's wrong, ladies?" "Are you still playing dumb? Didn't you promise to help Qing'er? Do you know how difficult things are for her right now?" Jiang Rui Zhu was the first to confront me, and I knew what was going on as soon as she spoke. I was well aware of what had happened at Tenglong Group recently. As the investigation by the procuratorate deepened, the facts of Tenglong Group's massive tax evasion and financial fraud gradually surfaced. The company's chief accountant and several senior executives had been criminally detained. The direct consequence of all this was the plummeting of Tenglong's stock price and the freezing of funds and pressure from creditor banks. It's no exaggeration to say that Tenglong Company is now a complete mess, and this is clearly not something a young, inexperienced girl like Mei Yuqing could bear on her frail shoulders. "Of course I know, but I'm afraid you don't," I said, pulling the two women down to sit. "Did Yuqing tell you how much tax Tenglong Group is suspected of evading?" The two women were taken aback. Jiang Ruixiang frowned and thought for a moment before saying, "Qing'er didn't tell us. I guess it's around tens of millions?" "Tens of millions? You're underestimating your ex-husband!" I smiled slightly. "Multiply that by 10, and it'd be more like it." "Hundreds of millions?" The two sisters were stunned. Jiang Ruizhu murmured, "Qing'er, why didn't she tell us?" "What's the use of telling you? Do you think you can come up with hundreds of millions of your own savings to plug this black hole?" I joked casually, reaching out to pull the two still somewhat dazed sisters into my arms. Seeing that they didn't seem to have recovered from the shock, I leaned down and kissed them, comforting them, "Don't worry, since I promised you, I will definitely help Yuqing get through this difficult time. However, the timing isn't right yet, because the relevant departments' investigation is still ongoing." The two women's eyes lit up upon hearing this. Jiang Ruixiang said somewhat disbelievingly, "What can you do? Originally, I thought that if the amount involved in economic crimes wasn't too large, with our 50% stake in the company, we should be able to get through this. But now, after hearing what you said, if the amount involved in economic crimes is as high as hundreds of millions, plus billions of loans to repay, then Tenglong Company is probably really doomed to bankruptcy. What brilliant idea do you have to revive Tenglong Company?"

"I don't have any brilliant ideas. Judging from the current situation, the executives and accounting staff involved will definitely not escape legal punishment in the end, and Tenglong Group will likely be subject to a hefty fine. Without a large injection of funds, as you just said, Sister Xiang, Tenglong Company is probably beyond saving." I changed the subject and said, "However, it would be a pity to let such a large group go bankrupt, so I won't stand idly by. I will intervene as soon as the time is right." "

If you really want to intervene in Tenglong Group, you can intervene whenever you want. Even if we give you those 50% of the shares for free, it's no problem. But that doesn't solve the real problem." Jiang Ruizhu looked up at me from my arms and said, "I know you've made a lot of money in the stock market. Not to mention that it wasn't easy for you to earn that money, even if you really wanted to invest that money, it would only be a drop in the ocean, right?"

"Ha, you don't believe in your husband's abilities?" I playfully slapped Jiang Ruizhu's plump buttocks. "You have no idea how much money I've made in the stock market, so how can you be so sure it's just a drop in the ocean?" Jiang Ruizhu gave a coquettish snort, her pretty face flushed as she retorted, "Whose husband are you anyway? Shameless! Besides, you've only been trading stocks for the past six months. With that initial capital of two million, even if you're incredibly skilled, you couldn't possibly make hundreds of millions in just six months, could you?"

"Then how about we make a bet?" I grinned at the two sisters in my arms, their faces full of disbelief, and said with ill intent, "If I really do it, you two have to call me 'good husband'!" Both women blushed, and Jiang Ruizhu said angrily, "Fine, I'll bet! I don't believe you can really do it!"

"And what about you, Sister Xiang?" I asked Jiang Ruixiang with a grin, who hadn't responded. She rolled her eyes at me and said shyly, "If you really have evidence, don't even mention us sisters calling you 'good husband,' we sisters can even join you in your foolishness."

"Oh, really?" I glanced at Jiang Ruixiang's flushed face with ill intent and said with a grin, "Sister Xiang, could it be that you two are sexually frustrated and deliberately want to lose to me, and then... ah..." Before I could finish speaking, my thighs and waist were simultaneously "gently" treated by the two sisters, making me wince in pain.

"Pah, you're the one who's insatiable!" the two sisters retorted in unison, standing up from my arms with flushed faces. "Hurry up, let us see your evidence! We don't believe you can increase your capital 100 times in six months? That's like being a god!" Even now, the sisters still didn't believe it, but they didn't know that my capital had increased more than 1000 times from the initial two million.

"Heh...you never know. Maybe your husband really is a god descended to earth." I said flirtatiously, opening my laptop despite the sisters' eye-rolls. "Look carefully, or you'll accuse me of lying to you later." I didn't intend to reveal all my cards to the sisters, because there was no need.

I only showed them the stock holdings of four accounts, but even just four of my ten accounts, based on yesterday's closing price, had a total value exceeding one billion.

"My God, are you even human? A billion!" The sisters' shock was indescribable; they looked at me as if they'd seen a ghost. I chuckled and slapped each of their plump buttocks, laughing and scolding, "Are you a ghost or something? Hey, a bet's a bet, time to keep your promise?"

"Good husband~~~~" Jiang Ruizhu readily agreed, calling me "good husband" sweetly and affectionately. Her voluptuous body nestled into my arms, her snow-white arms draped around my neck, and her sexy cherry lips whispered in my ear, "Husband~~ Did you really earn a billion from just two million back then?"

"What, you still don't trust your husband?" I chuckled, patting her chest, then looked at Jiang Ruixiang beside me and said, "Sister Xiang, it's your turn."

Jiang Ruixiang rolled her eyes at me, blushing as she walked over, kissed me on the cheek, and then whispered in my ear, "Good husband~"

"Hehe…that's a good girl." I smugly pulled Jiang Ruixiang into my arms, teasing her with a chuckle.

Jiang Ruixiang nestled gently in my arms, her slender hand giving my waist a light pinch, then said with a hint of resentment, "You're just all talk and trying to take advantage of people. If we sisters really made you our husband, you probably wouldn't be happy."

Oh dear, this little vixen is really jealous. After spending these days together, I've finally figured out this woman's characteristics, and I somewhat understand why her ex-husband, Mei Tenglong, was willing to abandon his wife to pursue other women.

Come to think of it, if your wife is a possessive and sexually driven woman, and you consistently lose in bed, how could you possibly be happy?

"Sister Xiang, look, here we go again. Isn't this good enough?" I said, a bit exasperated. Jiang Ruizhu, in my arms, chimed in, "Yeah, Sister, don't pressure him. He has his own difficulties." Compared to Sister Nai, who is already forty-two, Jiang Ruizhu, only thirty-five, is in her prime. Long-term sexual dissatisfaction has warped her psyche, which explains her previous unpredictable actions.

However, after these past few days of my care, she's radiant and seems like a different person. While still wild and unrestrained in bed, she displays all her feminine tenderness towards me. Although she won't admit it, I know she's completely conquered by me, both physically and mentally, which is why she's speaking up for me.

“You’re completely infatuated with him now. You’ve forgotten your sisters as soon as you have a man, sigh…” Jiang Ruixiang looked at me with a disappointed expression, which made me laugh. Jiang Ruizhu, on the other hand, blushed deeply, quite embarrassed by what her sister had said. Perhaps disapproving of my smugness, Jiang Ruixiang “lightly” pinched my waist again, scolding, “Look at you, so smug, your smile is really awful.” I couldn’t help but burst into laughter, and the two sisters found it amusing themselves, giggling along.

After laughing, Jiang Ruixiang nestled against my chest and whispered, "Yulin, to be serious, we sisters both have children and don't care about titles or status. As long as you continue to treat us like this, we'll be content. But as for Qing'er, I still hope you can make her your real wife. This is very important to Qing'er because she's always hoped to make up for her past mistakes this way. I think you understand, right?"

"How could I not understand?" I sighed, and the image of Mei Yuqing's regretful and guilty face from this morning involuntarily surfaced in my mind. I shook my head and smiled bitterly, "Precisely because I understand, I'm even more unwilling to gain her and her love this way. After everything that's happened, my hatred for her is long gone, but I can't completely accept her or fall in love with her psychologically yet. Sister Xiang, I really don't want to hurt her."

"I know, I know." Jiang Ruixiang hugged me tightly, patting my back gently with her slender hand, and then said softly, "Yulin, I'm not forcing you to agree now. Don't take the promises I made you to make to heart. I just hope you can try to accept Qing'er and give her a chance. Qing'er is a very good girl. If you spend more time with her, I think one day you will truly fall in love with her."

"I wonder if this counts as 'self-praise'?" Jiang Ruixiang's tone amused me, and I couldn't help but tease her.

"Tch, you can't expect anything good to come out of a dog's mouth. How can you compare Yuqing to a melon?" Jiang Ruixiang playfully punched me. I smiled slightly and was about to speak when I heard a lot of noise coming from the living room. I smiled wryly at the Jiang sisters and said, "The little troublemakers are back. It's going to be quiet at home for a while now."

Jiang Ruizhu smiled slightly and continued, "A family is more lively when children are laughing. I see that our Yuhan gets along very well with Yingying and Yashi. This child doesn't usually have many friends, especially those close to her age. I was quite worried about her, but now it's great, I can worry less."

I nodded and asked her with a smile, "Have you explained our relationship to her yet?" Jiang Ruizhu blushed and said a little shyly, "I haven't told her yet, but it seems she already knows something." I lowered my head and kissed her, smiling, "Kids these days mature very early. You should find an opportunity to explain it to her clearly, so she doesn't overthink it."

"Okay." Jiang Ruizhu nodded obediently, her charming appearance making her look exceptionally alluring. Hearing Yingying calling my name loudly from the living room, I helplessly helped the two women up from my arms. "My little aunt is calling me. Let's go out." The Jiang sisters nodded obediently, stood up from my arms, and helped me straighten my crumpled clothes.

"Xiang-jie, tell Yuqing later that I told her not to worry, that I've got everything covered. Oh, and also tell her not to pay attention to those who want to take over Tenglong Group, otherwise she might sell it without thinking, and then what will I do?" I remembered the Tenglong Group matter as I was leaving, so I gave Jiang Ruixiang a few instructions.

"Tch, Qing'er wouldn't be that confused." Jiang Ruixiang, looking protective of her daughter, playfully hit me, then she and her sister pushed me out of the study.

"Dad~~" Yingying's fragrant body rushed into my arms. Holding this body connected to my blood, my heart was filled with indescribable satisfaction. What more could I ask for in life?

Side Story: The Exposed

Lustful Wife (Part 1)

My wife is 30 years old this year. We've been married for five years, and I always thought she was just slightly frigid. Unexpectedly, half a year ago, I accidentally discovered that she wasn't frigid at all, but also an exhibitionist. It turns out that our sex life couldn't satisfy her perverted sexual needs, yet I mistakenly thought she was frigid.

That night, my wife was working overtime. Around 10:30, I suddenly thought of going up to the 18th-floor rooftop for some fresh air, thinking that I hadn't gone up there since we moved in. As I strolled to the stairwell of Building F (I live in Building D), I heard voices coming from the elevator machine room. Driven by curiosity, I went to investigate and overheard a man and a woman having an obscene conversation. The woman seemed to be begging the man to have sex with her, but the man was deliberately teasing her, making her do all sorts of lewd things, and telling her to climb around the rooftop, promising to have sex with her if she came back.

I heard them walking down the roof, so I quickly retreated to the rooftop. In a corner, I saw several large ventilation pipes and hid behind them. After a while, I saw a man peek out onto the rooftop, and then I saw a completely naked woman crawling out like a dog, with a pair of high heels dangling from her buttocks. The heels were clearly inserted into her anus and vagina. She seemed afraid the heels would fall out, so she didn't dare crawl too fast, occasionally reaching out to press the heels deeper into her body.

When she climbed back to the stairwell entrance, the man kicked off his slippers and used his toes to rub the woman's breasts, while pulling her long hair with one hand. Later, the woman sucked on his toes. Then, the man seemed to utter a curse (I vaguely heard the words "slut"), and then said something else. The woman tilted her head back, her mouth wide open, and the man spat into her mouth. The woman actually swallowed it and nodded. Then they went back to the server room floor.

Stunned by this scene, I froze, almost unable to breathe. Although I didn't recognize the man, the woman was my wife. (Wasn't she...wasn't she working overtime at the company?) Although it was dark, that long hair and that face were unmistakably my wife of five years.

I kept asking myself: How could this be? Was she forced? But she just asked that man to have sex with her! Our building was only completed a little over a year ago, and we've only lived here for a little over four months (at the time of the incident). How long have they been doing this? Less than 35% of the units are occupied yet, and hardly anyone comes up to the rooftop. Do they often have affairs here? Who is that man? Should I stop them? What should I do?

I don't know how long I stood there stunned, but my mind was a jumbled mess as I wandered to the stairwell. I faintly heard my wife's moans, which struck me like a thunderbolt. Like a walking corpse, I inexplicably returned to our apartment downstairs, lay on the bed, and started thinking wildly, not knowing why I didn't confront them.

Later, around 11:30, my wife came home. Seeing me lying in bed, not asleep, she said,

"Ugh! I'm exhausted. My boss went crazy today, and our team is practically worn out!"

Seeing I didn't react, she went to take a shower. That night, I didn't sleep a wink, my penis erect, my mind racing with chaotic thoughts of ways to get revenge.

Exposed Lewd Wife (Part Two):

Revenge Ever since I witnessed my wife's affair and perverted behavior on the rooftop, a desire for revenge had been swirling in my mind. I had imagined many methods, even considering hiring some delinquents to beat the man up and then gang rape my wife. But reason told me it was impossible, especially since I didn't know any gangsters, and the consequences would be severe. Besides, I'm not a heartless person. Although I was filled with resentment for the first few days, I calmed down after a few days and decided to use traditional methods.

First of all, I haven't had sex with my wife for a while (we don't do it often anyway). I figured since she's so promiscuous, she'd eventually give in and I'd catch her again. I think this marriage is beyond saving; I can't let those two get away with it after I've been cheated on. I plan to work with the police to catch them in the act and ruin their reputations. I called the police station to inquire about catching them in the act, but the answers I received were disheartening. The police seemed to prefer avoiding trouble, giving me all sorts of excuses about identification issues…it wasn't their responsibility…they were just acting as notaries…the identification of people, events, and locations…jurisdictional issues…I was completely confused. Basically, they wanted a clear location and jurisdiction.

My job requires a high degree of autonomy, so I was almost completely distracted from work for the next few days. Whenever my wife told me she had to work overtime, I became extremely vigilant. To avoid alerting her, I didn't dare call her company to verify (I'd never done that before), so I simply went to monitor her from the vicinity of her company (a truly arduous task, constantly on the lookout, as if I were the one doing something wrong). Several attempts at following her went smoothly until finally, two weeks later, around 7:30 pm one evening, I saw my wife rush downstairs, hail a taxi, and leave. At that moment, I was certain she was going to meet her lover, because she had a car; why would she take a taxi? So I quickly put on my newly bought helmet (she didn't know) and followed her on my bike from a distance.

However, when I crossed the interchange and turned from the motorcycle lane, I found a dozen or so taxis crammed onto the temporary pedestrian bridge. When I circled around to the other side of the bridge, I realized I had lost her. At that moment, I was frantic, but there was nothing I could do. I knew she wasn't going home (damn it! She was definitely out having sex with her lover at a hotel)

. I was furious, but there was nothing I could do. After circling the area a few times to no avail, I reluctantly went home.

At home, I turned on the TV but couldn't concentrate; all I could think about was the scene I'd seen on the rooftop that day.

Later, unable to suppress the torment any longer, and disregarding whether I'd alerted her, I called my wife's pager at 9:30. But by 10:00, there was still no return call, and I didn't dare call again (a moment of impatience could ruin everything). Finally, around 11:00, my wife returned. Seeing me sitting in the living room watching TV, she said,

"Do you have any AA batteries left? My pager's dead." (Damn it! She's really sneaky!)

"Look in the drawers. Couldn't you have bought some on the way?"

"I only realized it when I was almost home. I thought I should have some more at home, so I'll use them up first and then buy more."

Just as I turned to talk to her, I noticed that her pale yellow shirt had water stains, and so did the hem of her skirt. When her guilty look met mine, she shifted her attention to the low cabinet and said,

"Let me see!"

I didn't want to expose her right then and there, so I helped her out by saying,

"No wonder you didn't answer my calls."

"Oh... didn't you call the company to see me?" (In a tentative tone)

"No! Nothing much. I was thinking of asking you to bring back a carton of cigarettes, but I figured you were busy, so I didn't."

She said with a sigh of relief,

"Sigh... you're so lazy!" (Damn it! She's taking over now.)

"Look! My colleague spilled tea all over me. I don't know if I can wash it off."

"Oh..." I replied indifferently.

(Thief! Thief! Thief! Traitor! Scoundrel! You fucking lecher!)

I'm surprised I could stand it; my cuckoldry is the greenest and brightest in the world. Either I underestimated this slut's reaction speed, or they had already planned it on the way. Or maybe she's really "slutty" enough to handle it so calmly. Later, she went to take a shower, and that was the end of the night.

After that, I went to her company to monitor her twice more but found nothing. I was thinking of hiring a professional investigation agency to handle it. That day, she took my phone and said she had to work overtime. I didn't bother to follow her. After finishing my work, I went home around nine o'clock. When I got close to the front door, I saw my wife walking home. When she saw me, she looked surprised, so I stopped and told her to get in the car. (My car is parked in the underground parking lot, my wife's car is parked outside.)

"Is your car parked far away?"

"...Yes..." She looked embarrassed, then said, "I wanted to walk a bit to get some exercise."

"Weren't you supposed to work overtime today?"

"Yes...but I came back early since there wasn't anything else."

(Liar! Why work overtime if there's nothing else? The boss is rich! And she can exercise anytime, why park so far away? I think there's a reason.) So, without saying a word, I said to her in the elevator:

"I have to go out later, I have an appointment with a client in Nantou, we might have to drink some alcohol, I don't think I'll be back before 2 pm."

"Why so late?" "

I can't help it! That guy only has time then, and besides, he won't be happy unless I have a drink with him."

"Oh...drink less later."

"I hope so too! But in this world, we often have no choice."

After entering the house, I deliberately lingered, not even changing her clothes, and seemed distracted while watching TV.

Looking at the clock, it was almost 9:30. I told her I had to leave in twenty minutes, and then she said she needed to go out and take out the trash first.

(I felt something was off. She used to take out the trash in the morning, rarely at night, but lately she'd been doing it more often at night.)

Suddenly, a thought struck me. While she was out, I peered through the peephole and saw the elevator go down to the first floor. (Strange! Was I wrong?) But after four or five minutes, the elevator came up, but didn't stop at my floor. Instead, it went straight to the 18th floor. About five minutes later, it came down from the top floor and stopped at my floor. At that point, I roughly knew what she was up to.

So, five minutes later, I went out, deliberately parked my car two blocks away, walked back, turned off all the machines, and deliberately took the elevator from Building A to the top floor, leaving the stairwell door slightly ajar. This angle allowed me to see the situation in Buildings D, E, and F across the street. Ten minutes passed without any movement. Just then, my phone suddenly vibrated. I was about to disconnect when a thought popped into my head, so I pressed the call button, covering my mouth and the phone with my hand. My wife's voice came through:

"Hello...where are you?"

"Almost at the expressway." To avoid echoing, I tried to keep my voice down.

"Your voice sounds strange?"

"The signal's bad here, what's up?" "Nothing

! Be careful driving after drinking! I'm tired, I'm going to sleep later!" "

Oh...okay! Don't wait for me!"

Like a weasel offering New Year's greetings to a chicken, I guessed she was testing me. Sure enough, less than ten minutes after hanging up, I saw my wife walk from the D building's stairwell to the rooftop, heading towards F building. This really was their secret hideout. Few residents live in this building, and almost no one comes up to the rooftop, especially now that it's so late. It looks like they'll be doing it in the elevator machine room on the same floor as last time.

I quickly seized the opportunity, rushed downstairs, and called the police station from the street corner where I parked. After some explanation and excuses, we finally arranged to meet the police officer at the street corner, and he took my car to the basement (deliberately avoiding the management office). On the way, the officer warned me that it's best to catch them having sex in the act, otherwise it's difficult to convict them, and adultery is a crime that can only be prosecuted after being reported. Hearing this, I actually hoped they could play for a while longer, and that the man could last longer, otherwise it wouldn't be easy to catch them in those short ten or twenty minutes. Besides, we had already wasted a lot of time, and if he only lasted five minutes, wouldn't all our efforts be wasted?

Exposed Lewd Wife (Part 3) Revenge - Catching

Adultery While my heart was pounding, I arrived at the rooftop with the police. Peering through the crack in the door onto the rooftop, I didn't see anyone. The policeman looked at me suspiciously, and I quickly told him they might be in the stairwell of Building F, and we agreed to try not to make any noise.

So we tiptoed to the stairwell, but heard nothing. Just as I was wondering if they had moved, I vaguely heard voices, but they were too faint to make out. I then signaled to the officer to turn off his radio and handset, and we held our breath, carefully hiding near the stairs leading to the server room. Because there were three turns to get to the server room from the top floor, I led the policeman to the first turn, where the sound was clearer. The policeman quickly peeked out onto the second staircase, then turned to me and gestured for me to look. I looked, but there was no one there. However, there was a flashlight beam on the innermost wall, not very focused, and constantly flickering.

Just then, a voice said, "Open your mouth wider!"

"Open your mouth, don't close it!"

"Why didn't you go to the 15th floor when I told you to?"

"I was afraid... I'd run into someone I know... hmph..."

"So you mean you'd go as long as there's no one you know! Fine! Next time, go to my friend's place."

"Oh... um... um..."

"Hmph... if your husband calls you now, isn't that like him giving you a massage? Heh..."

"Say something!"

"Um... he won't... um... call me... um..."

"Hmph! We'll see when we take it out later."

At this point, the police and I looked at each other, unsure of what they were doing, and we dared not take any action. A moment later, another voice came:

"You hold the chain yourself, I'll call again."

Less than a minute later, I heard louder moaning sounds. Then the man told the woman to turn around and raise her hips.

"Ah! What are you doing?"

"I'm writing a poem and signing it as a souvenir!"

"My husband will... he'll see!"

"Won't you wash it off when you get home? Besides, you're all dirty now, you'll have to wash it eventually."

"Damn it! You're really horny! So wet, I wonder if your pager will break?"

Hearing this, I wondered if they were already done. I thought the police probably thought the same thing as me. But soon I heard:

"Fuck...fuck me..."

"With what?"

"With...your...'lazy...teacher'..."

"Okay! Turn around and give me a blowjob."

Then came the sound of a belt buckle clanking and a zipper being pulled open, followed by silence.

Occasionally, I heard "ooh, ooh" sounds and the sound of saliva. I was both excited and furious. This slut usually wouldn't give me oral sex, and now she was giving a blowjob to a man I didn't even know, and she was even saying "lazy teacher." Just then, a policeman nudged me, asking if I wanted to go and catch them in the act. I nodded.

We continued to tiptoe up the second flight of stairs. As we reached the third flight, we vaguely saw a man and a woman on the platform above. The man was standing bent over, seemingly pulling on an unknown thin thread, his pants pulled down to his knees. The woman was kneeling, clearly naked, her buttocks raised high, her long-haired head buried between the man's legs, moving back and forth vigorously.

At that moment, the policeman unceremoniously took out his flashlight and shone it on them. The first thing we saw was my wife's bare buttocks (because they were facing us). Not only were her anus and genitals clearly visible, but we also saw a golden chain protruding from her vagina, the end held by the man. Even more infuriating, there were two lines of writing in ballpoint pen on her buttocks and inner thighs, though they were illegible.

(Ah! That's the BBcall strap, so the BBcall is inside my wife's vagina! Thinking about this, and recalling the conversation earlier, everything became clear.)

The police lingered the light on my wife's buttocks for a moment, then shone it on the man's face. The man was startled, released the BBcall strap, and took a step back. However, my wife, with her back to us, shifted forward slightly with his movement, her hand still holding the man's penis, as if afraid it would slip out of her mouth. She was completely unaware that there were two more people present, one of whom was her husband. At this moment, the man, with a terrified expression, tried to push my wife away. He didn't succeed the first time, but when he pushed a second time, my wife's mouth finally left his penis, and she looked up at the man. Just as her eyes met the man's face, almost simultaneously, she abruptly turned her head to look at us, suddenly letting out an "Ah!" and collapsing to the ground.

At this moment, the police officer stepped forward and tapped my wife's shoulder with a flashlight, telling her to raise her head, but she didn't. The man then quickly tried to pull up his pants, but the officer told him to wait and instructed him to tell my wife to raise her head. The man then grabbed my wife's hand and tried to lift her up. My wife naturally covered her breasts with her hands, kneeling with her head bowed low. Then the officer spoke:

"Is he your husband?" the officer asked, pointing at the man.

My wife shook her head.

Then the officer pointed at me and asked her, "And is he?"

My wife glanced at me, then nodded.

The police pointed at the two of them and said, "You're in big trouble!"

"Alright! Put your clothes on!"

The man hurriedly pulled up his pants and quickly put them on, but my wife was completely naked, with no clothes beside her. Her gaze slowly moved from the man to the stair railing in the corner, so the man went over to help her get the clothes hanging there.

"Don't help her!" I said sternly.

Then I snatched the flashlight from the policeman's hand, walked up to my wife, and slapped her hard across the face:

"You bitch!"

The policeman quickly stepped forward to pull me away, but I turned to him and told him I wouldn't use force. Then I ordered my wife to spread her legs, squatted down, and shone the flashlight on her buttocks. I looked closer and saw two lines of text:

"The Water Curtain Cave, I was here."

I also saw the dangling chain of the BBcall. I almost fainted from anger on the spot. I was so furious that I slapped her twice more. The policeman quickly separated my wife and me, and the man hid in a corner.

My wife, sobbing, picked up her skirt and put it on, then her shirt and jacket, and finally her high heels. She crumpled her stockings into a ball and held them in her hand, clearly not intending to pull a tabi. But I didn't see any underwear or bra.

So I asked,

"Where are your underwear and bra?" "

I...I'm not wearing any."

I was so angry I wanted to slap her again, but the policeman grabbed me and said,

"Alright! Alright! You said you wouldn't use force, but it's so dark here, how are we going to take a statement?"

"I think...at the station or your house?"

"My house is fine!" I said helplessly.

Exposed Lewd Wife (Part Four)

After we all went downstairs and returned to my house, the police took statements according to procedure. The two adulterers stammered as they answered the police's questions and admitted to having raped each other seven or eight times. The police only wanted them to sign a statement confirming the affair, so they didn't ask any further questions. Before leaving, he advised us to handle it properly, but I was too angry to understand what he was saying.

During this time, my wife begged for my forgiveness with tears in her eyes, while the man intentionally or unintentionally shifted the blame onto her. My anger was initially directed at my wife, but the man's behavior disgusted me, so after the police left, I said to him,

"Go home and wait for the court summons!"

I kicked him out the door, leaving him looking completely bewildered.

For half an hour after that man left, my wife knelt beside me, sobbing.

"I'm...I'm...sorry...boohoo..."

"What...are you...going to...do...this...boohoo..."

"Boohoo...say something...boohoo..."

She was helpless against my indifferent attitude, only able to continue crying and repeatedly pleading for forgiveness. After a moment of silence, I spoke:

"The baby call is still inside you! Isn't it!?"

She nodded.

"Slap! Slap!"

"You bitch!"

"Waaah...waaah...you hit me...waaah...hit me harder...waaah..."

"Slap! Slap...slap..."

I don't know how many times I slapped her, but I stopped when my hand hurt. Seeing her swollen face, my anger subsided slightly.

"Aren't you going to take it out! It feels good inside, doesn't it!?" I pointed at her genitals.

She then turned to go to the bathroom.

"Come back! Lie down in front of me and take it!"

"No...don't...do this..." she said, her eyes wide.

"Slap! You're not shy in front of others! But you act like a lady in front of me! Is that it!?"

She had no choice but to lie down on the floor in front of me, spread her legs, revealing her hairy vulva, and slowly pull the pager out of her vagina, holding a chain in one hand. Only then did I realize that this slut's vulva was still wet, and the pager was still vibrating warning mode.

Enraged, I snatched the pager and slammed it to the ground, demanding that she tell me the whole story of her affair with that man. As she slowly recounted this affair, I discovered that my wife had exhibitionist and fetishistic tendencies.

It started about three months after we moved into this building! That day, my wife was naked on the rooftop, masturbating with a paintbrush she'd picked up. He happened to see her, and overwhelmed with shame, she had no choice but to submit to him, and they had sex for the first time. She experienced her first orgasm, and like an addict, she became addicted. She said

they had sex about seven or eight times in total. Except for one time in a hotel and another in a KTV hotel, the rest happened on the rooftop. The hotel was their second time having sex, but my wife didn't enjoy this kind of pure sex, so they stopped having affairs in hotels afterward. The KTV hotel incident was the one I lost track of.

**********

... As soon as she stepped into the private room, she saw the man singing, but there were two other men inside, each with a woman on their arm. Each woman was wearing a two-piece bra with a thin blouse over it. My wife stood frozen at the door, unsure what to do.

"Heh! Heh! Look! She's here!"

Her lover stopped singing. Then he took out two hundred-yuan bills and handed them to the young man who had brought my wife in, saying,

"Call in the young man who was serving you."

Soon, the two young men arrived.

"Bring in more wine and ice to store here."

After the young master made the arrangements, the man handed them two five-hundred-yuan bills, saying,

"We don't want to be disturbed until we pay the bill. The ladies inside will take care of everything."

The young master tactfully closed the door. After closing the door, her lover pulled her to his side, one arm around her waist, the other lifting her chin, saying,

"This is my neighbor. We're always 'friendly neighbors'! Now you believe me? Come on! Come on!

Come on! You three take off your blouses! Three thousand each for you two! A bet is a bet!"

He first pointed to the three women in the private room, then gestured threateningly at the two men. My wife then vaguely realized she had become their gambling pawn, and tried to shake off the man's hand, but he held her even tighter.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Look! She doesn't seem as obedient as you said!" one of the men said.

"Yeah! She doesn't seem willing to let you touch her!"

"Exactly! That doesn't count!"

"Yeah! That doesn't count! That doesn't count!" the three women chimed in, each adding their own criticism.

"Fine! Fine! Wait a minute, I'll make you all admit it!"

The man then pulled my wife into the restroom inside the private room.

"Who are those two men? Didn't you say we were going to sing karaoke? What are we doing here?..."

Under my wife's terrified and confused questioning, the man revealed the whole story...

It turned out that the two men were her lover's regular clients. He was boasting to them about his affair with my wife, saying she was completely devoted to him and obeyed his every word. But no one present believed him, saying he was just fantasizing. Finally, they made a bet: if he could get my wife to the hotel and prove his claims, each man would lose three thousand dollars, and the hostesses would have to remove their veils. He even provoked three hostesses to agree to do whatever my wife asked, for the full amount.

After listening, my wife asked in surprise and doubt, "Then... what... what am I supposed to do?"

"You'll just be a temporary public relations representative."

"But... I don't know how!"

"Oh well! Just do whatever I say!"

"But... you know how... him... them... I don't... know them... you described it like that... how... how will I... face people afterwards..."

"That's precisely the best! Don't worry! My two clients aren't locals, they'll forget about it afterward. No aftereffects."

"Play? You want them to play me? No!? No! I want to go back!"

My wife turned to leave, but the man grabbed her hand and said:

"What? You think you're so noble? Why weren't you like this when you begged me to play with you? Don't you like the thrill of exhibitionism? They're just some strangers. Do you want me to bring some acquaintances next time? You'd be more comfortable with that."

He threatened my wife in a threatening tone.

"Besides, we've gotten a bit tired of this kind of thing lately. Don't you want something different and exciting?"

"But...besides my husband, I've only ever been with you...I don't want...them...and...and...I don't...have those...feelings...today...I...I..."

"Okay! Okay! Just cooperate with me, and I promise I won't go too far, okay? Actually, I don't want you to be with them. I just want you to warm things up, let those hostesses play with them. And they're all younger than you, hey...what are you worried about?!"

My wife knew he was threatening and enticing her, but she couldn't offer any reason to object. Faced with the embarrassing situation of their affair being exposed, and the possibility of being forced to be played with here, she should avoid these people. But the thought of the word "play" stirred up a hidden masochistic and exhibitionistic desire within her.

(Anyway, it's just spending time with her lover, and I don't know these people, so it should be fine, she comforted herself with this thought. But the thought of the affair being exposed, of having to do something provocative in front of strangers, of being looked down upon and verbally abused... all of this made her heart race, and her flushed cheeks revealed another kind of unconventional, decadent personality of hers. Unlike a virtuous wife, a well-educated, rational woman, she had become a slut, a vulgar, a sex maniac. Deep down, she craved to be despised, insulted, looked down upon, and trampled on at the bottom to feel safe.)

After they left the restroom, the man asked her to toast the two clients present. At this point, one of the middle-aged men spoke up.

"Wait a minute... While it's true that you have to accept the loss, you have to make sure we accept it! First of all, is she married? Maybe she's your wife? Even if she's not, she could be a hostess from another establishment!"

Her lover thought for a moment and then said:

"Okay! We need to prove there's no problem, but the stakes need to be increased to five thousand dollars, and the hostess has to take off her bra!"

Actually, five thousand dollars wasn't much to them, and with a hostess accompanying them, the fun outweighed the gambling, so they naturally agreed. However, the hostess had some complaints, but she didn't dare to say anything.

So her lover asked my wife to show everyone her ID card and company business card, and then instructed one of the public relations girls to take the business card outside and call my wife's company, pretending to be a former colleague, to verify his claims. My wife felt uneasy but dared not disobey the man.

About ten minutes later, the public relations girl returned to the private room dejectedly and said to my wife's lover,

"You're really something!"

Instantly, some collected money, others undressed, and the room was filled with the erotic atmosphere, reflecting on my wife's flushed face. She was so embarrassed that she kept her head down, at a loss for what to do. Her lover then tipped each woman a thousand yuan as a reward, making them even more willing to undress. At the same time, he handed my wife a thousand yuan. Just as she was at a loss, her lover spoke up:

"Take it! Today you're a public relations girl, so you get the same treatment, but... you have to be the same as them too."

Hearing this, my wife was dumbfounded. The two men glanced at the three women pretending to hide, then turned to stare at my wife with gloating eyes.

Although my wife didn't object, she remained motionless for a long time. Then her lover spoke again:

"Alright! Today is your first time, so you lack experience. I think the three of us can help you!"

So he had the younger man help my wife take off her suit jacket, the middle-aged man help her take off her skirt, and he himself helped her remove her bra. After exchanging some polite words, the two men began their work without hesitation, while the three women watched this amusing scene with great interest. I don't know how it happened, but my wife just stood there, completely at their mercy. After they finished, they discovered my wife still had a pair of pantyhose, so they decided to have the winner of a hand-to-hand combat game do the job. At this point, my wife had become their plaything, while the other three women were happy to be

left out and sang for entertainment. Her lover deliberately arranged for my wife to sit between the young and middle-aged men, with the other women interspersed among them. Now each man had two almost completely naked women beside him, and while they enjoyed their double pleasure, their hands were naturally not idle. At first, the two men didn't dare to openly touch my wife, only intentionally or unintentionally touching her, but later they began to comment on her and make suggestive remarks.

"How long has your wife been married?" the young man asked.

"Almost... five years..."

"Do you have children?"

"One... one..." my wife answered, frowning.

"Oh my! I can't believe it! Such a great figure! Look! No stretch marks!"

As he spoke, he deliberately touched my wife's abdomen and thighs a few times. Then the middle-aged man pointed at the young man and said,

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you you're inexperienced! How can you call her 'sister-in-law'? You should call her 'sister'! She's not the boss's wife, and look at her skin, so delicate, her breasts so firm. You're much older than her."

He then took the opportunity to touch my wife's hands and cupped her breasts. My wife instinctively flinched. Her lover, however, chuckled lewdly, offering no assistance.

(Actually, the young man was only 25 or 26 years old, and while my wife's skin was nice, her breasts weren't firm—they were papaya-shaped, 33B.)

At this point, the young man picked up his wine glass and said he wanted to apologize to my wife.

"I...I can't...drink anymore..." my wife answered tremblingly.

"Huh? You only had two drinks, didn't you?" the older man said.

"But...my husband...will find out when I get home..." my wife replied.

"Oh...oh! She's henpecked!" the group of women teased her in unison.

At that moment, the middle-aged man and my wife's lover exchanged a glance, and her lover said:

"Fine! You can stop drinking, but you'll have to be punished!"

All eyes then focused on my wife's lover, waiting for him to speak.

"From now on, you'll kneel down and be responsible for pouring drinks for the six of us and providing table service. Whoever's glass is empty will be punished."

So they started playing a drinking game. The original plan was for the loser to remove an item of clothing, but all the women present were only wearing underwear, and the hostess stated that hotel rules prohibited nudity, with severe penalties for violations.

So they agreed that the losing man would remove an item, and the losing woman would have to dance. Of course, the women would receive a tip after their dance. In this lively atmosphere, the drinks increased, and everyone's behavior became increasingly unrestrained. Perhaps due to the substantial tips, the girls became increasingly enthusiastic, not only dancing provocatively but also actively throwing themselves at men. While they couldn't remove their underwear, they didn't forbid men from touching them, even tacitly allowing hands to slip inside their pants.

My wife, to keep up with their heavy drinking, couldn't stay still either. Every time she had to pour drinks, she had to crawl around like a dog, her knees covered in filth. While she served these men, they never missed an opportunity to grope her, even touching her genitals through her underwear while giving her tips. Her lover, however, demanded that she say "thank you" to everyone who gave her a tip. Soon, her underwear was covered in several hundred-dollar bills, like a stripper's.

In this atmosphere of debauchery, she gradually entered a state of lewdness, her perverse exhibitionist tendencies slowly aroused. In her hazy consciousness, she felt her underwear being pulled down to her thighs, a pair of hands playing with her genitals. Another pair of hands were caressing her breasts, gradually increasing the pressure. Her initial sense of shame was now intertwined with physical pleasure, and slowly being replaced.

When she opened her eyes, she saw the young man in front of her wearing only underwear. One of the women was rapidly rubbing his hands inside her underwear, indicating that the young man was about to ejaculate. (It turned out the women didn't want to have sex or perform oral sex in the shop.) The middle-aged man was squeezing my wife's breasts with both hands and trying to kiss her. The man playing with her genitals was her lover.

Just as my wife tried to dodge the middle-aged man's predatory kiss, she accidentally knocked over a wine bottle with a "bang."

At this moment, apart from the young man who seemed to have ejaculated and a girl still kissing, everyone else looked in her direction.

"Damn it! You...you're not happy, are you...no!" her lover slurred.

"No...I didn't mean to..."

With a "slap," he slapped my wife across the face. Even the young man looked over at this moment.

The middle-aged man hurriedly stepped in to smooth things over, but little did he know that my wife's lover was looking to use this opportunity to his advantage.

"It's your good fortune that Chairman Zheng wants to kiss you, what are you doing?!"

"Apologize now!"

"Chairman Zheng! I...I'm sorry!" my wife said, her face flushed.

Then her lover turned to the three trembling PR girls and said:

"The service attitude of the girls in your shop is so poor, shouldn't they be punished?"

They were completely bewildered, and seeing my wife sitting there naked, they had no idea how to answer!

"Fine! The three of you provided good service, no punishment! Here!" he said, handing each of them a 500 yuan tip.

"Give us a massage now. Don't stop until I say stop!"

With such a cushy job, they wouldn't refuse, and quickly got to their positions and started grabbing. One of them grabbed a handful of tissues, about to wipe the young man's semen.

"No need to wipe! She'll handle it later," the lover said, pointing at my wife.

"You interrupted what Chairman Zheng was about to do. What are you going to do now?"

"Chairman Zheng... I'm sorry... please... please kiss... me..."

The middle-aged man glanced at my wife's lover, hesitant, but seemed serious. Realizing the woman had a masochistic streak, he hugged my wife from behind, grabbing her breasts and forcing her to tilt her head back and put her tongue in her mouth, swirling it around. He demanded she swallow his saliva, then slowly poured a sip of wine into her mouth, his hands mercilessly squeezing her breasts. The woman behind Chairman Zheng also obligingly masturbated him. Soon after, Chairman Zheng ejaculated on my wife's lower back. At this point, her lover demanded my wife clean Chairman Zheng's penis with her mouth.

Then her lover again demanded that my wife clean the young man's penis. So my wife knelt between his legs and tried to suck the nearly dried semen into her mouth with her mouth and tongue. Because some semen had flowed down his penis to his testicles and anus, my wife even sucked on his testicles and occasionally licked his anus with her tongue. This stimulation made the young man's penis hard again. The young man grabbed my wife's head and forced her to use her mouth to suck on his penis, and the sounds of "plop" and "plop" filled the air.

"Is it good, you slut!" her lover asked gleefully.

"Good...good...ooh...eat..."

"Then you should eat it properly! I'll feed your mouth down there!"

Saying that, he lifted his penis and forcefully inserted it into my wife's vagina from behind.

"Ah!..."

At this moment, my wife's upper body made "plop, plop" sounds, while her lower body made "slap!

slap!" sounds of impact. Occasionally, her moans could be heard

. The three female escorts were stunned and at a loss, watching this live sex show .

Soon after, her lover ejaculated thick semen into my wife's uterus, but the young man still didn't ejaculate. My wife desperately rubbed his penis up and down with her hands and occasionally sucked on it with her mouth, but there was still no sign of him ejaculating. So the young man picked up my wife and tried to make her straddle him, but she refused. She said,

"I'll give you a blowjob, okay?"

"Why? You think I'm dirty?"

"No...no!"

"Then why don't you put it in?"

My wife didn't know how to answer him, because she felt that without penetration, it wasn't sex, and that was at least fair to me. I couldn't understand her logic.

While my wife hesitated, the young man pressed her down on the sofa, held her legs with both hands, and forcefully penetrated her vagina. My wife, lacking the strength to resist and also sexually frustrated, was thus "raped."

"Don't...want it? Now it's inside, isn't it good?" the young man said forcefully.

"Ah...oh...I...I...no...I..."

"You fucking bastard! 'Oh, come on, you're a virgin!' Fuck you, you bitch!"

After dozens of thrusts, he pulled out his penis, covered in semen and vaginal fluid, and made my wife lick it. Then he demanded that she hold her spread legs and let him fuck her. After dozens more thrusts, he pulled out his penis, still dripping with fluid, and circled it around my wife's anus, then scooped out some vaginal fluid and smeared it on her anus. My wife initially thought he was going to insert it into her anus and was about to resist when his penis was inserted into her vagina again.

At this moment, the young man forcefully pressed my wife's legs towards her head, widening her vulva, and jumped onto the sofa, half-squatting as he fucked her. The young man's penis was long and thin; my wife, having given birth, had a relatively loose vagina. Although each thrust hit my wife's G-spot, the young man felt it wasn't exciting enough, so he inserted his finger into her anus, slowly probing and stirring. When my wife realized his intention, the position rendered her immobile.

"Ah! No...no...don't! Ah!..."

Amidst my wife's cries, he pulled out his penis, covered in vaginal fluid and white semen, and forcefully thrust it into her anus. This was my wife's first anal sex experience; although she had previously inserted objects for masturbation, they were never large.

The three hostesses stared in disbelief at this scene, while the other two men cheered. In this atmosphere of shock and depravity, the young man ejaculated inside my wife's anus.

At this moment, the entire private room was eerily silent. The three hostesses huddled to one side, utterly terrified. The men went to the restroom to wash and use the toilet. My wife lay sprawled on the sofa, her torn anus streaked with blood, the pleasure completely gone.

In this quieter moment, my wife vaguely heard her pager alarm. When she realized her husband had called her at 9:30, and it was almost 11 o'clock, she panicked and didn't know what to do. She had to ask her lover for advice. After a brief discussion, they decided to call her husband's company to check things out.

Luckily, I didn't call her at the company. So the two adulterers decided to strike first, setting up the conversation in episode 2.

As she hurriedly tried to put on her clothes, she found her suit had fallen on the floor and gotten dirty, and the two men, one older and one younger, had asked her to take her underwear home as a souvenir. She didn't care about any of that and hailed a taxi home.

Actually, she didn't drive home that day, and even my supposedly shrewd husband didn't know.
October 27th,

Exposed Licentious Wife (Part 5)

My wife, sobbing, recounted the entire story of her affair with her lover. Only under my persistent questioning did the details slowly emerge. My initial anger gradually transformed into curiosity as she narrated, and with each new detail, my excitement grew. My senses remained physiologically heightened, while psychologically, anger, despair, shock, and humiliation surged within me. I had never experienced this feeling before, nor did I understand its meaning. Strangely, I didn't find it repulsive; in fact, I somewhat enjoyed this complex sensory torment. Especially when each new secret was about to be revealed, my wife's ashamed, hesitant expression as she pleaded with me to stop questioning her, provided a sense of accomplishment from tormenting her.

Actually, what I wanted most at that moment was to use every possible method to have my way with my wife, but my pride prevented me from doing so. My pride and traditional values told me I should be an inexplicably angry victim, and I had the right to sever all ties with this slut.

Soon, dawn broke. After a night of torment, the slut, her face swollen and red, lay exhausted at my feet. All my anger dissipated with my numb mind. I didn't know whether to describe my feelings as calm or despair. My empty body slumped weakly on the sofa. After a silence before dawn, I finally spoke again:

"Why did you do this?"

"I...I don't know..."

"Why didn't you come to me when you needed something?"

"I...because...I...love...you..."

"Oh...you love me, so you let other men 'use' you. I think if they use you well, they'll praise me for choosing a good wife!"

"I think... from now on, when people come to our house, I'll have to tell them, 'Don't be shy! Make yourself at home, especially my wife, please enjoy yourself, don't stand on ceremony!' right?!"

I said sarcastically.

My wife trembled slightly as she replied,

"No... no... that's not it... that's not what I meant... I..."

Actually, it's not that I don't understand what she means, it's just that I can't accept her idea. She doesn't want her husband to discover her special sexual fetish, so she willingly becomes someone else's possession, allowing others to take what they want and even humiliate her at will. No husband would accept her statement.

"Then what do you mean? You want to chat with your husband, but you want to have sex with someone else, is that how you show you love me?!" The

more I thought about it, the angrier I got. I kicked her and went back to the bedroom. Lying in bed, I thought back to how, even during our occasional arguments since we got married, I'd never uttered a harsh word to her, let alone laid a hand on her. But now, she willingly allowed other men to abuse, mistreat, and even humiliate her like a dog. How could I swallow this? Yet, what puzzled me was why hearing about her perverse behavior aroused and gave me pleasure. As I pondered this, my consciousness gradually blurred. Just as I was about to fall asleep, I suddenly felt someone taking off my socks. Then, a warm, sticky sensation moved between my toes. I slowly regained consciousness, filled with impulsive emotions, and saw my wife licking my toes with her mouth and tongue. I sat up abruptly and discovered she was still completely naked and hadn't washed herself.

Her expression, however, was as if she were licking not my toes, but delicious honey. Looking at her lewd appearance, I grew angrier and angrier. I suddenly grabbed her hair, dragged her to the edge of the bed, and stomped on her face, rubbing it back and forth.

"You like dirt, don't you? Come on! Taste the soles of my feet! You slut!"

Surprisingly, she didn't resist; instead, she reluctantly stuck out her tongue.

"Slut! You really like it, don't you!? Then give me a blowjob!"

She pulled down my pants and without hesitation, took my penis into her mouth and started sucking. Her behavior further aroused my desire and my masochistic urges, so I simply lay down to enjoy her service and used my big toe to probe her vulva. Unexpectedly, this slut's vulva was already wet and waiting to be played with, and she actively responded to my toes. Meanwhile, she also served my penis, testicles, perineum, and anus one by one with her tongue. I deliberately used my toes to pinch and twist her labia, sometimes pulling them open and then letting them spring back, and she made "ooh"

sounds, I didn't know if it was pain or pleasure.

Then I pressed my toes, covered in her semen, against her anus and said, "Put it in yourself!"

She hesitated for a moment, then obediently sat down, but there was a lot of resistance.

"It...it hurts..."

"Slap!" I slapped her hard.

"It hurts! You motherfucker! Why didn't you say it hurt when someone else rubbed your ass!"

I vented all my pent-up emotions on her. She didn't dare to talk back, and reluctantly squeezed my big toe into her anus little by little. I could feel her sphincter muscles massaging around my toes, a feeling I'd never experienced before. Then I made her do the same with her other foot, alternating between legs to play with her anus. Later, I even made her lick the residue off my toes.

While she was licking my toes, I inserted my middle finger into her anus and stirred it around.

"How does it taste? You're a shit-eating bitch! Aren't you?!"

"Mmm...mmm..."

"Turn around! There's more shit here!" I commanded her, waving my middle finger.

She swallowed my middle finger without hesitation, and kept stroking my penis with her hand, saying intermittently:

"Fuck...me...okay?"

"Yours is so dirty, who would dare to fuck you!"

I casually grabbed a comb from the dressing table and tossed it to her.

"Insert it yourself!"

She obediently inserted the comb handle, using her hand to hold it and began thrusting, while her mouth continued to suck on my penis.

We were in a 69 position, man on top, woman on the bottom. This slut in front of me was masturbating with a comb handle, seemingly quite aroused. I couldn't bear to see her enjoying herself like this, so I ordered her to insert the comb handle into her anus. As she moaned, her vaginal fluid dripped onto my face, igniting a strange mix of lust and anger within me. I flipped her over, shoved my penis into her mouth, and began thrusting wildly. Then I took a comb (the kind with a round handle and short brushes around the edges), and thrust the comb head (the brush end) inwards, forcefully pushing it into her. She let out a long scream, "Ah…!" At the same time, my semen powerfully shot into her throat, silencing her scream.

From that moment on, our marital relationship underwent a revolutionary change.

**********

...

"It's fine if you don't want it, I can petition the court for a judgment," I said coldly.

"I'm sorry...it's my fault...please forgive me this time, okay?"

I looked at her indifferently, without saying a word.

"Say something! Please...please..." she finally burst into tears.

The lawyer looked at me awkwardly but said nothing. I remained silent.

"Waaah...please...don't do this...I...love...this family...I don't want...a divorce...waaah..."

"Is this an expression of love?! Is there any point in maintaining this marriage?!" I shouted angrily.

"I know... I was wrong... Waaah... Please forgive me... Waaah... I... love... you..."

"Hmph! Love me!?"

"Waaah... I'll do whatever you want... just... don't... divorce me... Waaah... Please... give me... waaah... one more chance..."

She knelt down, hugging my legs and begging. The lawyer spoke up then:

"I think... you two should discuss this first..."

"Wait!" I interrupted the lawyer, continuing:

"Okay! I can give you a chance, but you have to sign this document first. I won't make it effective for now! We'll see how you perform later." "

That... is one way," the lawyer said dejectedly.

Circumstances dictate actions; even if she doesn't sign, things won't be much better today. If I file a lawsuit, things will only get worse for her.

With trembling hands, she signed the document. The lawyer said some polite words and left.

"You...you really won't make it work?" she asked me, her voice filled with expectation and doubt.

"That depends on your performance!"

"What do you want me to...do? I...I'll change..."

I waved my hand to interrupt her, saying:

"I haven't thought of what to do yet, and you don't need to change anything. But when I ask you to do something, you can't question me. Also! You can't contact that man anymore. If I find out, you know how serious it is!"

"No! I won't..." she said hastily.

I waved my hand again to stop her from continuing and went to my room to rest.

**********

...

"Come on! Let's go shopping!"

She looked at me with surprise, because we hadn't gone shopping together since the incident of catching her cheating.

"Oh! Okay~! I'll go change my clothes." She said, a little flattered.

"No need to change, you're fine like this!"

She didn't insist, because she had gotten used to doing what I said these days.

After our car left the road in front of our house, she asked:

"Where are we going?"

"Department store!" I answered her and continued:

"From today onwards, whenever I say I want to do some 'special entertainment,' you can't ask any more questions, and you have to do exactly as I say, without questioning, understand?"

"Hmm... I understand!" she replied, puzzled.

"Also, our relationship will remain the same normally. In front of others, you'll still be an elegant lady; at the company, you'll still be a female manager. But when we're doing 'special entertainment,' you must obey me completely, without question, understand?"

"Understood!" She seemed to understand more.

"Of course, during 'special entertainment,' as long as you don't disobey my orders, you can spontaneously express your special 'sexual interests.'"

"Hmm!" She nodded silently.

After driving for about an hour, we left our city and arrived at a secluded railway track. It was rush hour, so trains were frequent and almost always full.

I drove off the highway and along a side road to a more secluded spot and stopped.

"Okay! Take off all your clothes!"

She was taken aback by my words, but she did as I said.

Soon, she was completely naked. I took a lipstick from a travel bag in the back seat (which I had prepared beforehand) and wrote the words "slut" in large letters on her stomach. Then I wrote "desperate" in large letters on her lower back. Next, I took out a powerful flashlight and a thin cloak and gave them to her, telling her to put on the cloak and go to the gravel by the railway tracks, adjusting the angle of the flashlight so that it shone on her abdomen.

After she finished and listened to my instructions, I took the cloak away and got into the car, intending to enjoy the show.

Looking out the car window, I saw my wife standing naked by the railway tracks, the strong beam of the flashlight shining on her waist and abdomen, and I could vaguely see her trembling slightly. Suddenly, the distant sound of a train whistle made her tremble violently. A moment later, the rumbling train arrived at her seat. My wife, her eyes fixed on the brightly lit window, slowly turned around, trying to ensure the four large characters on her uniform were visible. The train soon disappeared from sight.

However, my attention wasn't on my wife, but on the astonished eyes of the passengers. Some passengers hadn't noticed the scene outside, but those who had stared in disbelief. Seated passengers practically pressed their faces against the glass, craning their necks to see. Standing passengers bent over, craning their necks to peer. Some tugged at their friends or classmates, hoping they too would catch a glimpse of this fleeting spectacle. Several female students even screamed—a diverse array of expressions.

Trains passed by one after another, and my wife did as I instructed; sometimes facing the train, sometimes with her back to it, sometimes cupping her breasts with both hands, sometimes spreading her legs and opening her labia, sometimes bending over with her buttocks raised, exposing her vulva and anus with her hands, and even lying on the gravel with her legs wide apart, shining a flashlight on her vulva for a close-up.

After about ten trains, I called her back into the train, ending this free nude show.

"Are you enjoying it?" I asked.

"I...I'm so...tight..." she replied.

I reached down and touched her genitals, finding her vulva almost dripping wet, and her whole body trembling involuntarily. Undoubtedly, she was enjoying it.

"You did a good job!" I said casually.

I tossed her a red shirt and a white pleated mini-skirt, gesturing for her to put them on, but forbidding her from wearing a bra or panties, and forbidding her from buttoning the top two buttons of the shirt. Her breasts weren't large, but her cleavage was clearly visible.

"Now we're going to the department store!"

"When we enter the department store, I'll pretend not to know you and follow behind. If anyone harasses or tries to pick you up, you're on your own. You can let them molest you, but you can't have sex with them, understand?" "

Remember! If you can't find me, meet me at the department store entrance when we leave."

She nodded slowly, her cheeks flushed, clearly her perverse desires had been aroused.

Soon, we arrived at a department store (not in my city). Although it wasn't as grand and luxurious as those in big cities, it was still very crowded (tomorrow is the weekend). Entering the brightly lit building, she suddenly hesitated, after all, her exhibitionist behavior had always taken place in the dark. I leaned close behind her and pinched her buttocks, and she understood, slowly moving forward.

Actually, given her demeanor and long hair, this outfit was somewhat incongruous, and sure enough, it gradually attracted the attention of many men, women, and children, especially when riding the escalator, her lower body was increasingly visible. By the time she reached the third floor, I had noticed at least three men following her intentionally or unintentionally. Due to her excitement, her soft shirt accentuated her erect nipples, creating two prominent bumps, drawing extra glances from those who noticed.

At this point, she stopped in front of a pile of auction items, browsing aimlessly. I walked over to her and whispered,

"Spend some more time here, try to bend over to look."

The men following her deliberately moved closer to her. When she bent down to look at the merchandise, I saw her breasts through her loose shirt; even her erect, dark nipples were visible. I'm sure others noticed too. Sure enough, several men around me were peering intently. Two of the men following her were even bolder, rubbing against her and intentionally touching her. One middle-aged man even took advantage of the crowd to touch her buttocks. When she bent down to look at the merchandise, he even pretended to pick something up to peek under her skirt. From

my angle, I couldn't tell if the man actually saw my wife's genitals, but a while later I noticed the middle-aged man becoming even bolder in touching her. He even pressed his body against her while pushing forward, his hand clearly inside her skirt. He did this several times, but my wife didn't show any outward reaction.

Clearly, I wasn't the only one who witnessed this, because I overheard a conversation between a couple next to me:

"Oh dear! What's going on!" the woman exclaimed.

"The woman didn't resist, maybe they know each other," the man said.

"Nonsense! I don't think they know each other at all!" the woman

retorted. "Who cares! I don't think that woman is any good either!" the man said.

"How can you talk like that?!" the woman said, a little annoyed.

"Okay...okay...mind your own business..." the man replied dismissively.

Actually, the middle-aged man seemed to have noticed, but he didn't dare to be too blatant, only occasionally making unwanted advances.

About ten minutes later, my wife left the auction area and continued taking the escalator upstairs, the middle-aged man continuing to follow her from a distance. I moved closer to her and whispered,

"Let's find a place to sit down later."

After saying that, I went up two steps to get away from her.

My wife found a small round table at a bar and sat down, leaning against the railing looking at the courtyard, while I kept an eye on her from a distance. As I expected, the middle-aged man hovered around my wife like a fly before sitting down next to her. (Later, my wife told me about their conversation.)

"Hello, miss! Are you shopping alone?"

My wife was a little surprised, but still nodded cautiously (she knew this middle-aged man was the one who had just touched her).

"Shopping alone must be tiring, would you like a drink?"

"I forgot...forgot to bring any money..."

"No problem! It's on me!" the middle-aged man said excitedly.

(He probably thought my wife was a slacker; otherwise, why would someone go shopping in a department store without money, especially dressed like that, with nowhere to put cash on her?)

"I'm... a little embarrassed..." my wife answered hesitantly.

"How could you!? Come on... what would you like to drink?"

My wife still hesitated and didn't answer.

"How about some orange juice?" the middle-aged man asked proactively.

My wife slowly nodded. The middle-aged man then got up to order a drink at the bar and returned shortly.

"Didn't your boyfriend come shopping with you?"

"I don't have a boyfriend."

"How could that be!? How could someone as beautiful and sexy as you not have a boyfriend?"

"Well... yes... I'm married..." my wife answered shyly.

"Didn't your husband come to keep you company?"

"He was busy."

"Oh..."

They both lowered their heads and drank their beverages. After a while, the middle-aged man spoke first.

"Miss, you're dressed so sexily, you're sure to attract attention here!"

"Will...will I?"

"Of course you will!? Look! Didn't I get attracted to you?" The middle-aged man asked provocatively with a challenging expression.

My wife lowered her head shyly.

"Sigh! Shopping alone is quite boring, shall we shop together later?" the middle-aged man continued.

My wife nodded.

"Huh? You said you're married, why aren't you wearing a wedding ring?"

The middle-aged man deliberately took the opportunity to hold my wife's hand and asked. My wife didn't resist, so she let him hold her hand.

"I'm not used to wearing one."

"Sigh...it's a pity you're already married..." the middle-aged man said deliberately.

"You're not married yet?" my wife asked him doubtfully.

"I am married, but my wife can't compare to you!"

"How could I be so good?" my wife replied shyly.

Flattery never fails; women always love to be praised, and besides, my wife is quite attractive, and she was in a state of excitement right now.

"Of course you have! Look at your long, slender fingers, your delicate skin, your figure, and your beauty—you're a true classic beauty."

The middle-aged man deliberately groped my wife's hands.

"Me... do I have a good figure?"

"Of course you do! Look! Curvy, long legs, and..."

He moved closer to my wife, placing his left hand on her shoulder, gesturing with his right hand in front of her chest, and finally resting his right hand on her thigh.

"How is it..." my wife asked him.

"And... your buttocks are so bouncy..." he whispered.

My wife lowered her head and remained silent.

"Do you usually not wear underwear?" the middle-aged man asked in a low, lewd voice.

"No...no...how...how did you know..." my wife answered hesitantly.

Actually, at this moment, they both understood each other implicitly. My wife knew that this middle-aged man had just touched her in the auction area, and even his middle finger had touched her vulva, albeit briefly, but everything was clear. Seeing that my wife didn't seem to resist, the middle-aged man didn't answer her directly. He smiled and went further, saying,

"I see it's too crowded and noisy here. Why don't we find a quieter place to chat?"

"Go...there..."

"There's a park nearby, shall we go for a walk?"

My wife was struggling internally, unsure what to do. Even an idiot would know what the middle-aged man was up to, but now, she didn't know how to refuse (nor did she want to). My plan was simply to take a walk in the park with him, maybe have a little lewd behavior with him at most, and as long as we didn't go to a hotel or other places, it shouldn't be a problem.

Seeing her hesitation, the man stood up and said in a slightly urging tone,

"Alright! Let's go!"

He then unceremoniously put his arm around my wife's waist and headed towards the elevator.

While waiting for the elevator, the man's hand roamed between my wife's waist and buttocks, attracting the attention of those around us. When the elevator arrived, I followed them inside, and I noticed that one of the men who had been with my wife earlier walked away dejectedly.

The elevator soon descended to the first floor. After leaving the department store, they turned right and walked two blocks to a park. Although not very large, it was lush with trees and flowers, likely because it was an old park with plenty of shade and secluded spots.

The park wasn't crowded, as it was already around ten o'clock at night. Although the old park's lighting was inadequate, I could vaguely see the middle-aged man becoming increasingly lewd, groping my wife as they walked. He even skillfully pulled a corner of her blouse tucked into her skirt and slipped his hand inside, clearly touching her breasts. As they walked, my wife gradually rested her head on the man's shoulder, later nestling against his chest, seemingly enjoying the caresses. They looked exactly like a couple deeply in love. They walked unsteadily to a shady path and found a secluded spot to sit down. Because I was following at a distance, I couldn't see them after they sat down.

I hurriedly tried to find a good vantage point to observe them. While searching, I noticed several couples in the old park, mostly young people. Some were simply holding hands, some were hugging, and some were even kissing and caressing each other. There were also voyeurs (I think I was one of them).

I found a spot where I could hide but still see them. As I crouched down, I saw two other people already positioned themselves nearby.

What came into view was my wife leaning against the middle-aged man, whose hands were inside her shirt, touching her breasts. They seemed to be chatting, but I couldn't hear what they were saying (I later learned he wanted my wife to go to a hotel with him, but she refused. Finally, she gave in and told him her husband would pick her up at the department store entrance at 11 pm). Then they began kissing passionately, the man repeatedly thrusting his tongue into my wife's mouth while unbuttoning her shirt. My wife sat on the grass, legs spread wide, eyes closed, enjoying herself. I'm sure the guy spying on her from the front noticed that her genitals were completely naked.

Then, the man flipped my wife over, pulled open her shirt, exposing her chest, hugged her, and licked her breasts, while his other hand reached down to her genitals, fondling them. Suddenly, he seemed to notice the words on my wife's stomach and stopped everything.

"Huh? What's that on your stomach?"

"Adultery..." the man recognized.

"What happened? Who wrote that?"

"Um...I..." my wife stammered, too ashamed to answer.

"You wrote that yourself? You're a pervert! Does your husband know?"

My wife shook her head.

"Liar! Didn't you say he was coming to pick you up later? Won't he find out?"

"Um... I went into the department store... in the restroom... and wrote it myself..."

"Hey... you're really slutty! Does he know you're not wearing underwear?"

My wife shook her head again.

"Won't he find out?"

"My... my husband... doesn't care about me..."

"Oh, oh, no wonder... what a waste... you're not satisfied even at home, are you?"

My wife slowly nodded.

"Come on... let me help you..."

The man said lewdly, lifting my wife's chin with his hand, and once again invading her mouth with his tongue, then moving to her ears, neck, and breasts, before pressing her head down to his crotch. My wife, understanding, unzipped his pants, pulled out his penis, and started sucking.

She was leaning over him, giving him oral sex, while he inserted his hand into her vagina and unceremoniously lifted her skirt, seemingly wanting us to see. I think he knew someone was watching.

Now my gaze was directly on my wife's bare buttocks, and I could see the man smoothly inserting three fingers into her, while his other hand vigorously kneaded her breasts. Although I couldn't see my wife's mouth, the up-and-down movements of her head suggested she was working hard.

I also noticed the guy directly opposite them, who seemed to have his hand inside his pants.

Just then, from the rustling of nearby bushes, I noticed two more people joining the voyeurism. Now, this live sex show had five spectators. A vague unease crept into my mind. What if someone lost control? My wife might be raped, or something even worse could happen. I figured that middle-aged man was just asking for trouble; he wouldn't care about her life or death. But now, there was nothing I could do but wait and see.

At that moment, their behavior changed again. The man pulled my wife, trying to make her straddle his penis, while my wife desperately shook her head.

"I...I...today...is my fertile period...I'll get pregnant

..." "I just don't want him to ejaculate inside!"

"No! That's too dangerous!"

"Do you have a condom?"

"No..."

"Damn it! Trying to cheat without any protection!"

"I...I didn't expect...this..." my wife continued:

"I'll...give you a blowjob, okay?"

"Okay! But you have to give me your phone number later, and make it up to me another day."

My wife, hoping not to disobey my orders, reluctantly agreed to give him her BBcall number at this crucial moment.

So my wife continued giving him a blowjob. The man, perhaps unwilling to give up, forcefully pulled my wife's buttocks to his side, thrusting his right hand into hers while his left hand reached under her crotch, pinching and rubbing her clitoris vigorously. Soon after, the man

pressed my wife's head down and ejaculated a long stream of semen, which my wife clearly swallowed entirely.

In the end, the situation I feared did not occur .

********** ... She stared at me, driving, with a fearful look, as if trying to discern my true intentions, but my eyes remained fixed on the road ahead. "I...I love you!" she stammered. "If you love me, why would you do this with someone else?" "No...it wasn't you...you told me to do it?" "Weren't you excited?" She looked guilty and confused, with a hint of bitterness. "After the divorce, you can do whatever you want, you don't have to live in fear of cheating, you can sleep with whomever you want, isn't that more carefree?" "It's not like that!" "Then what is it?" I countered. "I...I...can't speak...but...you...boohoo...you framed me!...boohoo..." She stammered, unable to speak, and then burst into tears, pointing at me sharply as she spoke.

"If you don't like exhibitionism, can I force you? If you're not promiscuous enough, can I force you to accept other people's advances? Tell me, how exactly am I going to frame you?!"

She was speechless after hearing this.

"Alright! Alright! I do want to get revenge on you and test your intentions, but it's not about framing you."

"Now I want to understand your sexual preferences properly, and I hope you can answer me honestly!"

She was silent for a moment, then slowly nodded.

"Do you not like normal sex?"

"Not entirely, it's just... less... exciting..."

"How many men have you been with before?"

"You alone, really! Only you!"

"Does exhibitionism give you orgasms?"

She nodded.

On the way home, I kept asking her my questions. Sometimes she was ashamed to answer, sometimes she didn't dare to answer directly, but under my repeated questioning, the psychological state of this unhealthy woman slowly came to light.

It turned out that she had exhibitionist tendencies long before she met me, but she only masturbated at night in secluded spaces or deserted places, and had never been discovered. The fear of being seen kept her in a state of tension and anticipation, which also brought her to orgasm. I think more than half of her excitement was her imagined expectation. She hoped to be discovered yet feared being seen; she hoped to be seen yet was ashamed to face it. When her lover discovered her naked on the rooftop, she couldn't face the revelation of her long-standing secret, and had to have sex with a stranger at his request. Initially, she simply hoped this stranger would keep it a secret, but after experiencing this unprecedented excitement, she became completely addicted, like an addict.

My wife isn't an extroverted girl. She usually dresses modestly but not provocatively. She doesn't derive satisfaction from revealing clothing. However, under certain circumstances and atmospheres, her exhibitionist and masochistic desires are triggered. When she engages in this perverse behavior, it's passive and involuntary; she becomes a completely different person. Her mind is filled with fantasies and a strange excitement of anticipation. Lust consumes all her reason, reducing her awareness of her surroundings. If someone appears and notices, she'll readily accept, because her judgment is almost completely lost. But when she's normal, she's conservative and not promiscuous. For many years, my wife has lived in this dual personality, and I never noticed. Perhaps because she's usually too normal, I didn't suspect anything. She lived in her own world of lust for nearly thirty years without being discovered. It was only by chance that her lover caught her, igniting her latent, perverse desires, leading to the unspeakable things that followed. Her lover was merely the catalyst that led her from her fantasy world into reality!

Strangely, as I gradually understood her psychology, I didn't feel anger or disappointment; instead, I felt a huge weight lifted from my shoulders. Actually, I care about my wife; in fact, I still love her very much. Her infidelity had been perplexing me, and the feeling of betrayal and deception had been weighing heavily on me for the past few days. But after understanding the whole story, that feeling disappeared. Reason told me this situation didn't make sense, but emotion told me I should take her lover's place. Humans are, after all, emotional beings, aren't they? Just as

I was vaguely making an unexpected decision, she timidly asked me,

"After all this! Will you still... want... me?"

Faced with my silence, she became even more nervous.

"You... say something, okay?"

"You... want... to do..."

Those five minutes of deadly silence made her heart race with anxiety.

"I won't divorce you!" I finally spoke.

She looked at me with wide, relieved eyes.

"But our sexual relationship needs a major change," I continued.

"How... how?"

"To be honest! Seeing you like this today, I felt inexplicably excited. I don't know why, but that feeling is more intense than when we make love, so..." "

How?!"

"So this situation might continue, but only when I'm present, and you have to listen to me?!"

She hesitated but nodded slightly.

"I can't predict what will happen in the future, but I hope this is just for our enjoyment as a couple, and not mixed up with our daily life! Also—you can't have sex with anyone else without my permission, and starting today you'll be taking your birth control pills regularly!"

"You…didn't you say you couldn't…have…sex…with anyone…?"

"That's right! But can you guarantee you definitely won't? Like just now in the park, didn't you want that man to penetrate you?"

She lowered her head guiltily, remaining silent.

"You wanted to, didn't you? But I told you not to, so you refused, right?"

She nodded reluctantly.

"You did well! But you might be raped or gang-raped!"

"Raped!?" she repeated in surprise.

"How could you be raped? You'll protect me, right?"

"I don't know if I can protect you!"

"But...no! That's too terrifying! I...can't accept it!"

"Doesn't rape excite you?"

"I don't know! I haven't thought about it, but just thinking about it is terrifying. Let's...not go so far, okay?"

"I don't want to either!"

"Okay! We'll talk about the future later. Now, I'm asking you, did you enjoy it just now?"

"Mmm..."

"But did you have an orgasm without penetration?"

"Yes...yes...it doesn't necessarily have to...penetrate..."

"I...know you're...watching..."

"Does watching make you orgasm?"

"Hmm..."

"Is your genitals dry now?"

"Hmm... still a little wet..."

I reached out and touched her genitals. Sure enough, they were still a little wet. My wife is so lewd!

"Good! From now on, lift your skirt and masturbate, and make noises. I'm going to fuck you as soon as we get home!"

The second half of the journey home that day was filled with my wife's lewd moans. On the way, she asked me to give her a blowjob. Although I really wanted to, I didn't want her mouth, which had just been sucking on a stranger's semen, to touch my penis, so I didn't agree. After all, I'm not used to it yet!

Exposed Lewd Wife (8)

Friday nights seem to have become the norm for my wife and me to play "special entertainment." I think it's good this way. Thinking back to previous holidays, I either sat in front of the TV like an idiot or took a nap. Life seemed to be lacking a bit of excitement, but now it's all good. Although I'm not quite used to it yet, this "excitement" has really brought us quite a shock.

It was Friday again. As is customary, my wife only cooks on Friday nights. Because we're busy with work during the week, my schedule is unpredictable, and she often works overtime, so we almost always eat out for dinner, or just takeout. Only on weekends do we cook a more substantial dinner to satisfy our hunger.

Around 7 PM, my wife came in carrying bags of groceries from the supermarket. I said to her,

"Put these down, let's go to the dining room!"

"Oh! Why didn't you say so sooner! I had to buy so much stuff!"

After putting down the bags, she turned to go to the bedroom to change.

"No need to change! You're fine dressed like this!"

She glanced at me, then didn't insist and came out with me.

We chose a popular Western restaurant. The soft piano music complemented the luxurious and tasteful decor, creating a refreshing atmosphere – definitely a great place to dine. We selected a window seat. I asked the waiter to leave the menu so we could call him when we wanted to order.

After the waiter left, I said to my wife, "Go to the restroom and touch up your makeup!"

"We're going to eat soon, I'll touch up after we finish!"

"You're eating, but their 'eyes' need to eat too!" I gestured towards the other customers.

My wife looked at me with a puzzled expression.

"It's Friday, remember to take off your underwear, stockings, and bra after you touch up your makeup!"

She looked surprised; I think she understood what I meant.

"And another thing! Do you remember the night I caught you and your lover?"

She still stared blankly.

"You were completely naked, but what was left on you?"

She instinctively shook her head, whether genuinely not understanding or not, I couldn't tell.

"BBcall!" I emphasized.

She froze, her cheeks slowly reddening.

"I want the BBcall inside you when you come out, not in your bag! Understand?"

She seemed to snap out of it and nodded, indicating she understood.

"Remember! Don't turn it on vibrate, and let the bar hang down, understand?!"

After saying that, I signaled for her to begin.

She went into the restroom for a while, during which time a waiter came by to ask if we could order. I told her we'd wait for my wife to come out before ordering. Finally, she appeared at the other end of the hall, her steps unsteady as she approached me. At first glance, she seemed no different. I gestured for her to take off her coat and sit down.

She was wearing a dark gray suit with a hint of blue, the skirt about five centimeters above her knees, a fitted jacket that only reached her waist, and an ivory-white shirt underneath. Overall, it was a fairly decent work outfit. But she wasn't wearing anything underneath, and especially after taking off her coat, her dark nipples were faintly visible through the ivory-white shirt, becoming increasingly clear with each glance.

"Very good! Now unbutton the second button of your shirt, leaving the front open!"

She held up a water glass with her right hand as if to drink, using it to shield her chest, while secretly unbuttoning her shirt with her left hand.

"Okay! Now pull the skirt up just high enough to cover the bottom! Let Lianzi slide down the chair!"

Because there were people dining at the next table, she frowned and glanced at the table next to her, seeking my opinion with her eyes. But I responded with a firm look, and she had no choice but to do as I said.

"Wait a minute, take your time ordering, it's best to ask about each item one by one!"

After saying that, I waved to the diligent waiter. When he came to our table, I quickly ordered, and he didn't notice anything unusual at first. However, when my wife pointed at the menu and asked him questions, he seemed to notice, frequently leaning over to look at the menu while his eyes darted towards my wife's chest. My wife asked detailed questions about almost every main course, and the waiter displayed his superior service attitude, not only showing no impatience but also answering all her questions. The only downside was that he suddenly became extremely nearsighted, barely able to see the menu, and kept bending over, seemingly spending more time looking at my wife's breasts than the menu. Later, he seemed to notice that my wife's genitals were just as alluring as her upper body, so he began to focus his gaze more on her genitals.

Perhaps she took too long to order, attracting the attention of the people at the next table. At the next table were a man and two women; the man was facing my wife, and the two women were sitting opposite him. The man also kept glancing at my wife, but his gaze seemed to be focused on her crotch. After the waiter left, I said to my wife,

"Was it enjoyable to be stared at?"

"Me???? I'm not used to it yet!"

"Once you get used to it, it won't be exciting anymore!" I continued,

"If your eyes make contact with those people staring at you, don't look embarrassed. Respond with a smile, understand? The more lewd the smile, the better! Remember! You're a slut begging to be fucked now!"

After we started eating, I noticed the waiter and his colleagues were whispering to each other. Soon, I noticed our table received exceptionally good service—poured water, changed towels, cleared the table, etc., and different people came to serve us each time. I finally understood what they were up to, because their eyes were almost always fixed on my wife. Those who weren't getting a turn would even spy on her from a distance. I even picked up the phone and dialed my wife's pager number, but I could barely hear it ring.

"Spread your legs! Pull the pager out a bit!"

As she moved, the man at the next table stared at my wife with disbelief. I think from his angle, he could see my wife's hairy vulva. The woman opposite him also noticed his unusual behavior, turned to look at my wife, then quickly turned back, whispering to another woman beside her. She tapped the man lightly with her spoon, muttering something under her breath. I saw all of this, but I pretended not to notice.

I made two more pagers. This time, the pager could be heard, not very loud, but its sharp sound still pierced everyone's ears. It caused a small commotion in the restaurant, as some people checked their bags, others searched for the source of the sound, while my wife blushed and lowered her head.

For my wife, the sound lasted almost an eternity before finally stopping. But then, the short "beep" warning sounds every now and then caused her and the rest of the restaurant considerable annoyance. Gradually, more and more customers noticed my wife; I think they were noticing her almost bare breasts and snow-white thighs, while the man at the next table seemed to have noticed something even more unusual.

I overheard part of their conversation.

"Don't be so lewd, okay?" the woman said to the man in a low voice.

"You guys are looking anyway!" the man replied.

"Like you, always... looking," another woman said.

"...

" "Her husband... is..." the woman added.

"...Not wearing anything..." the man gestured to his genitals.

"Nonsense..."

The man made the woman lean closer and whispered a few words. Then, two women laughed, one of them saying:

"That's too much! It can't be that...perverted..."

"Maybe! It's clearly coming from... why not... turn it off..."

Another woman gestured with her finger and mouthed the word "turn it off" in a whisper.

They were discussing it furtively, occasionally laughing. They seemed to be colleagues, but from the conversation I overheard, the man seemed to be telling the woman he'd discovered the pager. I pretended to be on my cell phone, acting as if I hadn't noticed anything.

When I hung up, I deliberately spoke loudly:

"I have something urgent to attend to. You enjoy your meal; I'll pick you up in half an hour."

Then I whispered a few instructions to her and got up to leave.

When I got outside the restaurant, I deliberately drove to the driveway on my wife's side. Although there was some distance, I could still see my wife and the people at the next table through the window. I noticed the man kept glancing at my wife, and she was even smiling at him and looking him in the eye. However, I couldn't see her lower body through the glass window.

A little while later, my wife got up and moved towards the restroom, and the man paused for a moment before following her.

(The following is my wife's account)

The restroom in this restaurant is accessed through a large screen and then to the left. Behind the screen is a small space with a sofa on each side, presumably for smoking or resting while waiting. My wife waited for the man behind the screen.

After the man passed through the screen and saw my wife standing there, he nodded awkwardly, unsure whether to approach her. My wife smiled slightly at him and said,

"You've been staring at me the whole time!"

"Really?!"

"Did you see everything?"

"Not really!" the man replied with a smile.

"Do me a favor, and I'll let you see...more clearly... okay?"

"What favor?"

"Let's talk inside!" My wife pulled the man into the men's restroom.

Once inside, they chose a stall and locked themselves inside. My wife had already been quite aroused at the restaurant, and now being locked in the men's restroom with a strange man only fueled her desire. Although she was introverted and not good with words, the stimulation from her public exposure had made her unable to restrain herself any longer.

She said tremblingly,

"Help me get... the baby caller, and I'll let you... look... touch... whatever you want... okay?"

"Where's the baby caller?" the man asked knowingly.

My wife lifted her skirt, revealing her bare genitals, and said,

"In... in... my... vagina..."

"Your husband..." the man asked tentatively.

"He won't be back for half an hour, you'd better hurry..."

The man knew perfectly well that getting the baby caller was just a pretense; she couldn't get it herself! But he still couldn't believe he could get such a bargain, so he asked again,

"What do you want in return?"

"In return!?" My wife looked at him in confusion.

"We originally thought you were a prostitute, or someone's kept woman..."

"No! No price! My husband never touches me... I... I really... need... you..."

The man made my wife bend over, observing her vulva from behind. He noticed her juices were overflowing, dripping from the barbell chain. He spread her buttocks, exposing her entire genitals, but didn't make any further moves.

This aroused my wife, making her even more aroused, and she wriggled her hips wantonly.

"Touch... me... um... play... me... um..."

The man watched for a while, seemingly having seen enough, then slowly moved the barbell chain in and out, without pulling it out. He also used his fingers to spread my wife's labia, constantly rubbing her clitoris.

"Mmm...ah...good...so good...keep going...don't stop...oh..."

She was so turned on that she was moaning and groaning.

The man then made my wife lick his fingers, which were covered in her juices, and kept scooping out more to feed her.

"Is it good?!"

My wife kept nodding and making "mmm" sounds.

"Do you want to eat mine?"

My wife looked at him and nodded again.

Then the man unzipped his pants, trying to pull out his penis, but it seemed he couldn't. So he simply took off his pants, and his penis suddenly popped out. My wife stared at the huge thing, speechless, because she had never seen such a big thing before, not only long but also thick.

"Hehe...never seen one this big before, have you?!" the man said proudly.

"You've come to the right person today, let me feed you!"

My wife held his penis with both hands, but a small part was still exposed; the glans was dark red, and the foreskin wasn't visible. She moistened his genitals with her tongue first, but the man insisted she start with his testicles. My wife then probed his perineum with her tongue. At that moment, she smelled the odor of urine, or perhaps a slight mix of feces and body odor. Her heart raced, and her vaginal fluids increased. It turned out my wife liked this mixture of body odor and bodily fluids; when she smelled it, it made her even more aroused and heightened her emotions.

Instead of licking slowly and deliberately, she frantically used the back of her tongue to scrub the man's groin, her tongue tip desperately teasing his testicles, and occasionally sucking the saliva on them into her mouth, making a "hissing" sound.

"Is it good?" the man asked.

My wife nodded vigorously.

"Really? But I'm tired after a long day and haven't showered yet! Don't you think the smell is a bit strong?"

"I like...this smell..."

"Really!? Then dare you lick my asshole? It tastes even better there!" the man joked.

Unexpectedly, my wife placed her tongue near his anus without hesitation, but due to the position, it wasn't easy to move. Later, the man turned around and bent forward, making my wife kneel behind him, using her tongue to service his anus.

The man not only had a large penis, but also thick pubic hair, especially around his anus, which was overgrown with weeds. Perhaps he had defecated that day, and the excessive hair made it difficult to clean, resulting in a particularly strong odor. However, this stimulation aroused my wife's masochistic and perverse desires. Instead of finding it offensive, she sucked even more vigorously, not only cleaning his anal hair with her mouth but also using her tongue to thoroughly clean around his anus. My wife's mouth had become the best cleaning machine.

Her hands weren't idle either; besides using one hand to spread the man's buttocks, she used the other to masturbate him. How could the man not be satisfied with such "five-star" service! Besides his erect penis, he would occasionally groan comfortably. Encouraged by him, my wife became even more active, even using her hands to spread the man's anus and constantly trying to probe his filthy anus with her tongue.

Unable to withstand the stimulation, the man abruptly turned around, gripping his penis and rapidly rubbing it back and forth. With his other hand, he held my wife's head, urging her to catch the approaching semen in her mouth. My wife didn't resist; instead, she took the man's large glans into her mouth. Instantly, a gush of hot, thick semen erupted. My wife hadn't expected such force or volume; the first wave of semen made her cough. When she reflexively pulled the large penis out, the subsequent spray left her face, chest, and shirt covered in the stranger's semen.

Although the man had reached a peak orgasm, my wife was unsatisfied. She was not only intoxicated by the man's masculine scent, but her burning lower body also desperately craved penetration. She didn't care that they were in the men's restroom, how long they had been there, her face covered in semen, or whether the man had finished ejaculating; her eyes were only on this unprecedentedly large penis. She desperately wanted to experience the sensation of being penetrated by such a large penis. So she quickly turned her back, pulled out her BB call, and, holding the still-throbbing penis from her orgasm, tried to insert it into her vagina. However, what she felt wasn't a hard penis, but a rapidly softening one. She tried to twist her hips, but couldn't get it back up; instead, it slipped out of her vagina, making it difficult to insert again.

Consumed by lust, she lost her reason. The masculine scent stimulated her exhibitionist and masochistic tendencies. My wife pleaded with the man like a bitch in heat.

"Please fuck me! Please make your cock hard again, okay?"

"I like your... big cock, I want it inside my... hole... ah..."

My wife kept pleading, even inserting her fingers into her vagina to show the man where the hole was. At the same time, she rubbed her buttocks against the limp penis. But that once magnificent penis was now limp and lifeless, hanging down, its length and girth significantly reduced, showing no signs of revival.

Actually, the man who had just ejaculated was genuinely startled by my wife's reaction. Not only do men need several minutes to recover after ejaculation, but even someone with exceptional virility would be intimidated by my wife and shrink back.

The man stammered,

"I...we've been in here too long, and your husband should be back by now, right?"

My wife knelt on the floor, sobbing in disappointment. After fastening his pants, the man pulled a business card from his shirt pocket and handed it to my wife.

"Contact me next time you can. I...I really made my colleague wait too long...I'll go out now, you can come out when you're ready."

Actually, I had already entered the restaurant and taken a seat a few minutes before the man left. At that moment, I noticed that only one woman remained at the next table. Just as I was wondering what was going on, another woman returned from the direction of the restroom. I overheard their conversation.

"How is it?" the woman who had been sitting asked.

"Nothing!" the other woman replied, glancing at me with some surprise before sitting down.

"No way!? That's too bold!"

"What! That's going too far!"

"Shh... don't be so loud!"

Then the man came out, and when he saw me, he hesitated.

"Why were you gone for so long?" the woman who had come out of the restroom asked.

"Nothing! I had food poisoning!"

"You'd eat your head! I bet you'd die from overeating!" a sarcastic tone

rang out. "Yeah! You ate poison!" the other woman chimed in.

"Okay! What are you two talking about? Let's go, let's go see a movie!"

The man hurriedly urged the two women to pay the bill and leave the restaurant.

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