Because his wife hated officialdom

Tian Hao leaned against the bed, staring blankly at the ticking clock on the wall, the lingering scent of his wife still in his nostrils.
"Honey, I really don't want to go... Why don't you be brave and go back to him? You could... just quit your job and go into business! Who cares about that lousy section chief or this shabby house! Or, we could leave this city, okay? Honey, you have to make a decision... I'm so anxious..."
Recalling his wife clinging to him and saying those words, his response was silence.
"So now, should I go or not?... Say something... Your wife's body is about to be... taken advantage of by that old lecher again, can't you say something?"
Recalling his wife sitting up anxiously urging him to give his answer, his response was still a long silence, before he looked at his wife guiltily and softly uttered four words that made him feel ashamed: "I guess... I'll go..."
"Then I... I'll really go... Don't be like that, it's like I'm the one going... I'll definitely come back early, wait for me... Oh, and heat up some of those nourishing dishes on the table, so when I come back I won't be like I was just now... weak, hehe..."
Recalling the last words his wife said to him before stepping through that door, a warmth returned to his heart—his wife still loved him and cared for him so much.
The forced smile on his wife's face when she turned around, the undisguised resentment, nervousness, and shyness in her eyes, were still vivid in his mind, but now, she was in the wolf's den.
"Is my wife lying in that old lecher's arms right now? Where is the old man's hand touching? Those cute little white rabbits? Or that round white bottom? Those tender white thighs? Or those plump little buns?... My wife, is she... in heat in his arms? Is she wet?"
Lost in his thoughts, Tian Hao couldn't help but stroke the small puddle of water his wife had left on the sheets whenever he thought of "wetness," a testament to their recent intimacy. Since returning from Qingdao, he had noticed his wife was much wetter than before. Before, it was just a little dampness; now it was flowing. A few licks of her nipples and a few rubs of her clitoris were enough to cover his hands.
This change filled him with jealousy. Although he also liked his wet wife, he resented that the one who had changed her wasn't him, but that old man, the Party Secretary!
He picked up his wife's sexy white nightgown and pink panties, deeply inhaling her lingering fragrance, especially the slightly fishy scent of the wet crotch of her panties, which made him feel a pang of longing and tenderness.
Before going to the secretary's place, his wife deliberately took off her sexy nightgown and changed into her usual t-shirt and jeans. This proved that his wife was still the same pure and innocent wife, still the same wife who cared for him and was considerate.
Seeing his wife in jeans brought a small comfort to Tian Hao
's disappointed heart. But Tian Hao didn't know that on the other side of that door, his wife's jeans were exactly what Secretary Qin wanted.
Secretary Qin was an expert in appreciating beauty, especially married women. He was very particular about what kind of makeup, clothes, jewelry, and hairstyle a woman should wear. He would always "criticize" married women who dressed haphazardly or mismatched their outfits. If a woman was "unreasonable" or "repeatedly refused to change," he would quickly abandon her. Although he would eventually strip all married women bare, Secretary Qin valued high taste and elegance—there was no way around it!
Bai Yun, in his eyes, was a typical girl from a modest family, different from a wealthy lady or a white-collar worker—exactly his preferred type. If Bai Yun had come in that sexy nightgown today, it would have greatly diminished her image as a demure young lady. Instead, this casual outfit—a white t-shirt with light purple lettering paired with tight light blue jeans—made her breasts appear firm and her buttocks round and pert, perfectly embodying the image of a demure young lady that the secretary admired!
If Tian Hao knew the current state of those jeans, he wouldn't be so "comforting."
The secretary had pulled them down halfway, taut over his wife's thighs, revealing her round buttocks just above the waistband! Although her buttocks were tightly covered by white boxer briefs, the material was thin, sheer, and elastic, clearly showing the shape of her buttocks and even the deep cleft. Any lecher with even a modicum of taste would find it more alluring than complete nudity!
This was precisely what made Bai Yun, forced to lie on the secretary's lap, feel most ashamed and frustrated. Lately, for some reason, I've been buying really sexy underwear. I have a particular fondness for thongs, which I used to be too ashamed to even look at. Even my briefs and boxer shorts are all transparent and see-through. I was rushing to change into something more conservative when I realized that all my cute underwear with Hello Kitty and Winnie the Pooh prints were gone. I managed to find the simplest, most conservative boxer shorts that covered my entire butt, but they were still semi-transparent!
"That old pervert... he must have seen my... butt crack! Maybe he saw everything there... oh my, I'm so embarrassed..."
Actually, from the moment she stepped into this house, Bai Yun had already prepared herself for the worst.
"At worst, it'll just be... like last time in Qingdao! It's not like I haven't been messed with by that old man before... it's just that these days aren't my safe period... besides, my husband always uses condoms, why should that old scoundrel be able to just shoot all that filth inside me! Hmm, I'll make him wear one later..."
She tried to reassure herself while remaining anxious.
Unexpectedly, Secretary Qin wasn't as eager as she had imagined. Instead, he invited her to sit on the sofa and watch the evening news with him, acting like a leader, discussing recent national and municipal affairs, inquiring about their work and family lives. This gave her the illusion of talking to a kind elder.
As they talked, Secretary Qin naturally opened his arms, gesturing for her to nestle in his embrace. Only then did she realize that she hadn't come tonight to have a heart-to-heart talk with the secretary.
However, the secretary's tall, broad figure and powerful, authoritative voice acted like an invisible net of pressure and magic, enveloping her. After only a slight moment of restraint, she nestled into his arms like a trembling little bird.
Especially when the secretary softly uttered the words "Little Bun," she felt as if she had been hypnotized; her "little bun" between her legs slowly warmed and became wet, and her whole body went limp and weak.
Moreover, this old lecher's body was so large and rugged. Being held tightly in his strong arms, besides feeling nervous, afraid, and shy, she slowly developed a strange feeling of wanting to be squeezed, even bullied. This feeling was so different from being held in her husband's arms, making her increasingly confused and powerless…
until a large mouth kissed her slightly parted red lips, she finally snapped out of her daze, shyly closing her lips and shaking her head to avoid it. During the times she was "bullied" by the old rogue in Qingdao, whenever she was still conscious, she had always rejected and resisted such unfamiliar kisses.
Bai Yun felt that a kiss represented the most private emotional exchange between lovers, a sublimation of physical contact; giving her body to this old rogue was already a forced choice, how could she offer him a kiss as well?
Therefore, no matter how the secretary tried to force her, she resolutely and ladylikely kept her lips tightly closed and shook her head to avoid it.
When the old rogue gave up on kissing her and instead made her lie down, Bai Yun hesitated for a moment. But thinking that since she was destined to be "bullied" tonight, she steeled herself, trembling as she bent over and lay across the secretary's lap, as obedient as a kitten.
Normally, if a man looked at her buttocks with lustful eyes (especially that Director Liu and Teacher Lin), she would feel angry like any other lady. But now, she was in such a humiliating position, her entire buttocks sticking out right under the lecher's nose! Bai Yun felt shame filling her cool buttocks, slowly turning into goosebumps.
After pulling down his jeans, Secretary Qin hesitated for a long time before making any further lewd moves. Bai Yun felt a little scared, a little curious, but also a faint anticipation that she dared not admit herself.
When that large hand finally landed on her buttocks, she was startled again and whispered shyly, "Um... Secretary... no..."
This protest sounded weak and delicate, but to Secretary Qin's ears, it was like the sweet whisper of a nightingale, nothing less than an aphrodisiac!
The feeling of one hand caressing the beautiful buttocks of a young woman was indescribable. Secretary Qin could only sincerely exclaim from his heart, "This is the perfect, married woman's buttocks!"
In his mind, besides her tender vulva, the buttocks of a married woman were the most alluring part, even surpassing the breasts in importance. Secretary Qin's usual way of playing with married women consisted of three steps—flirting with the breasts, admiring the buttocks, and then enjoying the vulva.
But Bai Yun was clearly an exception; her alluring buttocks made him impatient, disrupting his usual routine.
The young woman on his lap wiggled her hips slightly in protest, occasionally letting out
soft moans of "Mmm—no…," which only increased Secretary Qin's interest. He caressed her through her thin panties for a long time before slowly pulling them down, as if unveiling a mystery.
The woman, shy, reached back to symbolically try and block him a few times. Of course, what good did that do at this moment? The woman's beautiful, eggshell-like buttocks, after two months, were once again shamefully exposed to Secretary Qin's eyes.
An aesthetic expert once said that the most beautiful female buttocks should have two spherical cheeks—round, firm, and smooth.
Secretary Qin agreed, because among the married women he had been with, many had pretty faces, but very few had perfect buttocks. Normally, the problems are hidden by pants, but once the pants are off, they become apparent: Too fat, while okay to have sex with, looks bloated and affects libido; too thin, and the sharp bones protrude when the buttocks are raised, which is truly repulsive; loose buttocks are even worse, forming a pair of curved "dimples" on either side of the buttocks when lying down, like a small buttock growing in the middle of a large one, greatly affecting sexual interest; bad skin, either dark or covered in red pimples and bumps, makes him not want to touch it again after one time.
Of course, a spherical shape is probably the Western standard, or rather, the Playboy standard, while Secretary Qin prefers an oval shape that is close to a sphere, with beautiful and natural curves, possessing the unique softness of Eastern women.
Bai Yun's buttocks are the most perfect wife's buttocks in Secretary Qin's mind!
Whether standing, lying down, or kneeling, they don't deform, round and perky without being exaggerated, soft without being loose, with natural and graceful lines. What pleased him even more was the fair, delicate, and flawless skin on her buttocks, smooth and soft like milk to the touch—he couldn't bear to put it down!
Because she was lying on the secretary's lap, Bai Yun's buttocks naturally arched upwards, her mysterious cleft slightly parted, her pink chrysanthemum shyly opening and closing, her two plump, white labia like a flattened peach, bulging out from behind, glistening with nectar.
Secretary Qin, as if he had found a treasure, carefully stroked the young woman's buttocks, as if afraid his rough hands would damage her delicate skin. Cool and slippery, the feeling was truly intoxicating! He couldn't resist gently pinching it; tender and soft, it gave him a masochistic urge to crush and tear it apart!
Looking again at the panties that had just been pulled down to the young woman's buttocks, he saw some semi-white, semi-transparent mucus at the crotch, long and thin, shaped like the slit of a steamed bun.
"What a sensitive little bun! It's not even steamed yet, and it's already releasing so much water? Haha..."
Secretary Qin was secretly delighted.
Tian Hao, feeling restless and agitated, sat uneasily in his room. He ignored his wife's instructions to reheat the "nutritious" dishes, instead hastily packing up the "heartbreaking dishes" and sitting on the sofa, idly flipping through TV channels until he accidentally saw the local channel's "Family Life" program.
The host was Ye Wei. Her beautiful figure, elegant demeanor, and alluring eyes reminded him of that intoxicating night in Qingdao...
"Ring..."
A phone ring startled him from his reverie.
"Hello, who is it..."
"What's wrong—two months apart, and you can't even recognize my voice? Really—"
The beautiful female voice was familiar yet distant.
"Oh...is that Xiao Ye? I...I recognize it..."
Just as he thought, it was Ye Wei's voice, the one that had just been on TV. Tian Hao could hardly believe his ears, and his reply was somewhat stammering.
"Hmph—thank goodness you didn't forget! Otherwise… I'd see if I could let you off the hook!"
The beautiful host's slightly magnetic, coquettish voice tickled Tian Hao's heart.
"How… how could I forget? Hehe…"
"Little Tian, oh no, I should call you Section Chief Tian! You got promoted and you didn't even treat me, hmph! Tell me, how should I punish you?"
"Punish, punish, I accept the punishment! Punish me however you
want…" "Let me think… um—you're punished by making me prepare a midnight snack now and waiting for me at home…"
"Huh? Now…"
Tian Hao looked at his watch; it was already past 11 o'clock.
"What's wrong? Aren't you welcome?"
"Welcome… of course you're welcome, it's just so late…"
"Look how nervous you are, you little rascal! Okay, I'll tell you, Secretary Qin asked me to accompany… to ask you about some innovative ideas for the program, saying you have a lot of ideas in this area. But—it might take all night of asking you questions, hehe…" "
…"
Tian Hao finally understood, and fell silent with complicated feelings.
"What's wrong? If you're not welcome, just say so, I won't bother you anymore…"
The beautiful host seemed angry.
"Wait, wait! I was thinking—wontons or noodles, please?"
"Good for you! Cook whatever you like, see you in half an hour, bye—"
"Beep—beep—beep—"
The beautiful hostess's voice had disappeared from the receiver, but Tian Hao was still holding the phone, lost in thought.
"That cunning old lecher! He planned all along, calling his mistress to keep me company so he could monopolize my wife all night!"
Tian Hao thought dejectedly.
But upon further reflection, Ye Wei was the secretary's most beloved mistress; for her to keep him company through this long night was a sign of the secretary's favor. Thinking of some of the pathetic bastards he knew, like Lao Yu, wasn't the secretary able to summon their wives with a single phone call whenever he wanted? Why would he trade his mistress for her?
Thinking this way, Tian Hao felt somewhat more at ease.
"Is the secretary really doing this because he thinks highly of me… or is he just too fond of A-Yun?"
Thinking of his wife, Tian Hao felt a pang of jealousy. "It's been over an hour. I wonder how A-Yun is doing? Hmm, do I even need to think about it? That delicate, beautiful body, would that old lecher let it go so easily? Now... after all this time, she must be completely naked by now. Her nipples, buttocks, and those tender white breasts must be red from being touched so much... A-Yun is becoming increasingly sensitive. Under the lecherous old man's teasing and humiliation, will she resolutely resist or beg for mercy? She must be quite wet down there by now..." Or, did it already go in? That legendary old behemoth, did it really penetrate his wife's little hole again? Would that delicate little hole be stretched to the point of breaking? Or… would she slowly get used to the old behemoth's thrusting? …Oh dear, what if the old man doesn't use a condom again like last time? Would A-Yun have the nerve to ask him to use one…?
Lost in thought, Tian Hao suddenly realized his manhood had returned. The lust that had been extinguished by the secretary's knocking on the door reignited, and he desperately hoped Ye Wei would come soon.
Although she had already been stripped naked and carried to the large bed in the bedroom, Secretary Qin seemed to be in a particularly playful mood today, pinching, kneading, poking, and licking the young woman endlessly. He had played with almost every sensitive part of Bai Yun's body, yet he still hadn't gotten to the point.
"This old rogue, why is he so persistent today? If this continues…"
Originally hoping to suffer as long as possible, finish quickly, and go home, Bai Yun's heart remained suspended, empty, after the secretary's torment.
What's even more infuriating is that the old lecherous man has a new trick up his sleeve: he holds her tightly in his arms with his strong arms, sucking on her nipples while digging and probing her vulva with his fingers. At first, it was just one finger, then another, his thick fingers filling her vulva, the rough tips scraping against it, making her feel numb and tingling. The digging and probing became faster and faster, causing her to involuntarily "urinate" again and again, until finally she felt her entire buttocks soaking in the wet sheets.
The old rogue told her that this wasn't urine, it was called—"squirting," and that it showed she was more sensitive and wanton than the average woman!
Bai Yun was filled with shame and hatred, but she was already dizzy and weak from ejaculation, so she could only let herself be brought to the peak of orgasm again and again, gushing out her vaginal fluids again and again…
"Three, four, five… five times!"
Watching the slightly thick fluid gushing out from between his two thick fingers and the young woman's vulva again and again, Secretary Qin felt an immense sense of accomplishment!
A few months ago, after learning about the Japanese technique of squirting from his son, Secretary Qin suddenly realized—that wasn't urine! No wonder some married women would squirt so much during orgasm! He already liked women who were very wet, and unlike other men who disliked "water" as dirty, knowing it wasn't urine only made him more enamored with wet married women. He tried it out on a few particularly wet women, and it worked! They squirted like a tidal wave, leaving those women trembling and clenching their legs whenever they saw him.
After a few months, Secretary Qin had completely mastered the technique of making women squirt: the location of stimulation, the curvature of his fingers, the sequence from slow to fast… Of course, the key was the super-strong arm strength required to continuously increase the frequency at the last moment. Secretary Qin couldn't help but feel proud of the strong physique he had developed through regular exercise.
This technique had been further developed and perfected by Secretary Qin—now he could even make married women squirt when he was having sex with them! Now, besides being proud of his enormous penis that could make women "squirt," Secretary Qin was also extremely proud of his own "studious spirit" and his quick "comprehension." A few days ago, he had already tried his unique "big penis orgasm-inducing technique" on Mei Fen. Today, he was determined to try it on Bai Yun, this incredibly charming and innocent young woman! The
moment this thought popped into his head, Secretary Qin couldn't wait. He hurriedly laid the limp Bai Yun flat on the bed, roughly parted her legs, grasped his large penis, rubbed the head against her wet vulva a few times, and then aimed at her opening, ready to thrust, his eyes fixed on the beautiful young woman's expression.
Secretary Qin most loved two kinds of expressions on married women: the helpless expression of shame and fear before penetration, like a lamb to the slaughter, and the ecstatic expression when being fucked to multiple orgasms. The former expression was similar for every married woman, while the latter was incredibly varied.
Tonight, Secretary Qin inserted himself particularly slowly and gently, wanting to savor the expression on this beautiful young woman's face as she was being penetrated.
Despite the lubrication of her vaginal fluids, his large penis still felt an unusual tightness, almost as if it were being forced in. But as soon as it passed the entrance, it felt as if it were being sucked in, immediately enveloped and sucked by a ring of warm, soft flesh. Secretary Qin felt a shiver run through his body, and couldn't help but exclaim—what a "gentle haven"! Looking at the young woman's expression: her face flushed, her eyes closed, her pretty chin tilted back, and the instant her lower orifice was penetrated, her rosy lips parted into an "O" shape as if to receive something, 　　and a soft
"Oh—" involuntarily escaped her throat . 　　The sweet "Oh—" 　　made Secretary Qin's bones melt, and his already engorged penis swelled even harder. The embarrassing "Oh—" 　　made Bai Yun blush crimson and her heart pound wildly; she quickly turned her face away and closed her mouth. 　　But as the hot, thick thing penetrated deeper, Bai Yun's mouth slowly opened again, and her chin slowly tilted back… The annoying glans, only halfway in, began to withdraw, stopping at the tight entrance, then pushing in a little more, leaving her heart dangling in mid-air. Even more annoying was the glans, deliberately spread wide, the sensitive flesh of her flower path, already stimulated by two fingers, being scraped by the glans, causing an intense, tingling itch that made her involuntarily 　　let out another soft "Oh—". 　　A woman's orgasm comes slower than a man's, but once it arrives, with continued stimulation, within her physical limits, she can orgasm again and again, each time more sensitive and faster than the last. This was Secretary Qin's biggest takeaway from playing with married women. 　　Watching the beautiful young woman's face flush deeper, her breathing become more rapid, and her soft moans echoing, she looked like she was about to climax. Secretary Qin was overjoyed! He thought to himself, "She's about to climax! My lovely lady, don't rush, watch my special move!" 　　He knelt with his knees spread, his buttocks on the bed in a half-sitting position, and gently lifted the young woman's slender waist, placing her delicate buttocks and parted legs on his hairy legs. This position left the young woman with only her shoulders and head on the bed, her lower body arched upwards. Her tender vaginal passage slanted downwards from the outside in, while the hard, thick object inserted halfway through the passage was sharply upturned. The glans, as large as a ping-pong ball, and the spread-out glans pressed heavily against the most sensitive, densely packed granules on the front wall of her vagina, grinding and scraping at varying speeds… This was Secretary Qin's newly invented trick—the "Using the Penis as a Substitute for the Big Penis Orgasm Technique." Seeing the beautiful wife's alluring expression as she approached climax, panting and moaning yet trying to suppress her desire, Secretary Qin knew the time was right. He immediately increased the frequency of his thrusts, the erect, swollen head of his penis… He scraped and rubbed hard on the G-spot of the vaginal wall from bottom to top, faster and harder... The two plump, white "bun slices" were stretched to their limit, and the two smooth, pink labia minora and the tender red flesh inside the vagina were moved in and out of the small opening by the black penis... The transparent vaginal fluid and slightly white foam were squeezed out of the opening by the thick penis, making a "splish-splish" lewd sound... 　　Just as the young woman was entering a state of ecstatic climax, Secretary Qin suddenly sank down, but at the same time, he lifted the young woman's delicate buttocks with both hands and lifted them up hard, and the straight, big black penis sprang out of the small opening. As Secretary Qin's buttocks sank down, Bai Yun's vaginal opening was lifted up, and the penis was thrust straight upwards, the large glans scraping against Bai Yun's tender G-spot before suddenly emerging—in an instant, the full pot of the young woman's spring water gushed out as if a bottle stopper had been pulled out... 　　accompanied by an unexpected surprise—a rapid stream of urine also shot out from the young woman's urethra at the same time!

Although it was only a brief ejaculation of one or two seconds, it was enough to make Secretary Qin feel like he had found a treasure.
What was even more surprising was the young woman's expression! Before the leakage, the young woman seemed to have a premonition. In the instant she couldn't hold back the urination during her orgasm, her hands, which were originally tightly gripping the sheets, instinctively covered her private parts between her legs. When she realized that the stream of urine was completely out of her control, she hurriedly pulled her hands away and covered her face, crying out in embarrassment amidst her orgasmic moans... She looked as cute as a little girl who had accidentally wet her pants!
Having tasted the sweetness, Secretary Qin certainly wouldn't let go of the opportunity to press his advantage. He quickly inserted his purplish-black penis head back into that wet, slightly twitching vaginal opening, and just like before, using his hard penis as a lever and the small opening as a fulcrum, he continued to use the head of his penis to pry, pick, and scrape Bai Yun's sensitive G-spot.
This kind of play is, of course, very energy-consuming for men, and the glans penis is also a man's most sensitive spot. If not handled properly, the man might lose before the woman even orgasms. But the secretary wasn't worried, because a few hours earlier he had swallowed a little blue pill—Viagra.
Before long, the beauty was trembling and moaning again, pleading in a soft voice: "Ah, ah oh... please don't, oh... don't scrape anymore! I can't take it, I can't take it anymore... please, don't, don't... please, please..."
The pleading grew faster and faster, and then, the beauty's whole body tensed, her hips thrusting upwards with force,
and she convulsed violently. The secretary took the opportunity to thrust his body forward, simultaneously lifting the woman's buttocks upwards, and his large penis pried hard at the woman's G-spot, then sprang out with a "pop." In an instant, water splashed everywhere, clear, white, thin, and thick, all blooming and dripping between the woman's legs.
"No! Oh, ooh—"
The beauty instinctively reached out to cover her lower body again, but the stream of urine was faster than her hand, shooting out of her urethra in a thin, rapid stream, "sizzle, sizzle," hitting the secretary's belly twice.
For a moment, the secretary was happy, and the beauty was embarrassed. He was happy, wiping the clear urine off his belly with his hand and smelling his hand, praising the fragrance of the beauty's urine; he was embarrassed, not caring that he was still convulsing in the throes of orgasm, and hurriedly covered his face with his hands, sobbing softly in grievance...
Secretary Qin was simply addicted to Bai Yun's short-lived incontinence, and in the end, he even stopped playing "squirt," only focusing on letting the beauty urinate. He discovered that after a series of orgasms, the beauty's body was completely out of control. He would thrust his large penis into her vagina, slowly at first, then gradually increase the speed, dozens of times. Then, just like before, he would forcefully pry open the front wall of her vagina, causing the head of his penis to pop out. A stream of her clear urine would then gush out from her cute little urethra, sometimes even two or three streams with a "plop, plop," hitting his stomach with a warm, cool sensation. This strange feeling made his penis even harder and more swollen. His purplish-black glans was as large as a chicken egg, inserted and ejected into the young woman's pitiful, delicate opening, solely for the pleasure of urinating!
Later, without the glans popping out, he only needed to pry harder and insert more forcefully to ejaculate a thin stream of urine.
Although the volume and range decreased, the spray, all landing on the secretary's pubic hair, formed glistening dewdrops in the dark thicket, which the secretary found quite charming. What's even more intriguing is that each time the young woman squirted, she would instinctively reach up to cover her lower body, then quickly pull her hand back to cover her face. Her cries, moans, and pleas for mercy were like a string of beautiful musical notes, tantalizing Secretary Qin's heart.
Looking down again, he saw the wet, pink, glistening urethra, stretched open by the large penis, seemed ashamed of its incontinence, its opening and closing rhythmically…

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