The Wife's Moans (Retouched Version)

The Moans of a Delicate Wife (Refurbished Version) Word Count: 44294
Since several great authors retired, the direction of sis's erotic stories has become increasingly strange. To each their own, I hope this can bring a smile to fellow enthusiasts.
This story is a modified version of a married woman story I found in the repost section, retaining some of the original plot. The sex scenes have been enhanced, and only the modified parts are posted here. For the sake of story coherence, some of the original text has been retained. The original text is in the married woman repost section, under the same title.
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The company requires couples to attend a party, so I told Mengying to dress up nicely. The company is giving out awards, and I'll be one of them. The spouses of award winners can't embarrass themselves, so I had her wear the black stockings I bought her, a beige dress that reached above her knees, the material was thin and tasteful, her ponytail was neatly combed in front of her shoulders, and she wore white high-heeled sandals. Overall, she looked very elegant and dignified. Mengying muttered that I was too demanding.
The party was great. My colleagues all complimented my wife on how beautifully she dressed. The company leader specifically praised my performance and personally presented me with an award. I was thrilled; I shone brightly that night. Even acquaintances from the next department came to toast me, especially that guy Ruiqiang. He poured me a full bottle and kept toasting me, saying we worked together very well. My wife was happy too, and she joined me in returning the toast.
Afterwards, I drank heavily at several tables. In my hazy state, I heard them say they were going to karaoke, but men weren't allowed to bring family members. Everyone understood this; I usually refused with various excuses, but this time I felt a strange courage and boldness. In my dazed state, I sent my wife away. I wanted to regain my masculine pride. In the middle of
the night, I suddenly woke up, feeling hot all over. Oh, it was just a dream. I had already ejaculated. Where am I?
Following the dim light, I realized I was in my living room. I was lying on the sofa, wondering how I got home. It was already past 2 a.m., and I felt completely drained. There were several glasses and a bottle of wine on the table; it seemed I had drunk again after getting home. In my hazy state, I only remembered someone bringing me home, and nothing after that. I felt terrible. I tried to get up to tidy myself up, but then I suddenly wondered, where was Mengying? Did she come back with me?
I looked around the living room but couldn't find her. Then I saw a pair of men's leather shoes by the door. My head suddenly felt like it was going to explode. I froze for a minute, then carefully got up and walked barefoot towards the bedroom. In the hallway from the living room, I suddenly heard a noise coming from the bedroom; the bedroom door was ajar.
I leaned closer to see in the light: a man, naked from the waist down, was on top of a woman in a beige dress. Her hair was scattered on the pillow, her beautiful cheeks were slightly flushed, her eyes were closed, and her lips were slightly parted, emitting faint moans. Her slender hands gripped the sheets tightly, her large breasts swaying softly with the man's thrusts. Her thighs, encased in black stockings, were spread apart and placed on either side of the man's arms. She wore white high-heeled sandals, which swayed violently with the man's thrusts. The white high-heeled sandals were firmly tied to her small feet encased in black stockings, and could not be removed without untying the straps. The woman's black stockings were pulled up to her upper thighs, her snow-white buttocks were raised high, and her wet pubic hair clung together, gleaming white. A thick penis was rapidly entering and exiting her vagina, and her vaginal fluids splashed out like waves, flowing down her round buttocks and onto the white sheets, soaking a large area.
Men's clothes were scattered on the floor, another pair of black stockings and underwear were rolled up together, and there were several wads of toilet paper around the bra. The bedside drawer was pushed open, and a pair of flesh-colored stockings hung on the side of the drawer.
Looking at this scene, I was stunned for a full three minutes. I couldn't believe it. My virtuous wife, the gentle and considerate Mengying, who had just been dignified accompanying me to the company party, was now being fucked by Ruiqiang in such a lewd position. Mengying's eyes were closed, her brows were slightly furrowed, and she was breathing rapidly. Her small hands were tightly gripping the sheets. I didn't know if she was unconscious or conscious. I was sure that Ruiqiang had given Mengying some kind of drug, otherwise, given Mengying's personality, she would never have submitted. I had fantasized many times about Mengying being pinned down by someone else, and I always felt a perverse excitement. But at this moment, I felt more anger.
With the "slap slap slap" sound and the "sizzle" sound of friction, I was brought back to reality.
"Oh, fuck, baby, your pussy feels so good, I can't take it anymore..." Ruiqiang thrust his penis deep into her honey hole and stopped, bending down to lick and suck Mengying's body. Mengting seemed to have lost consciousness, her head slightly twisting, moaning something.
"Don't blame me, it's your fault for dressing so sexy..." Ruiqiang kneaded her soft breasts, stroking her thigh in black stockings with one hand, "I wanted to fuck you as soon as I saw you wearing black stockings tonight, you slut, fucking your black stocking legs in the karaoke is so good... I'll change into those flesh-colored ones later, and I'll cum on your stockings again."
Ruiqiang started thrusting his thick penis again, the hard penis rubbing and intertwining with the tight, tender hole, accompanied by the "plop, plop" sounds of love juice, the semen on his penis glistening white under the light.
"Mmm... mmm, you bastard... mmm... you tore my stockings..." Mengying gasped intermittently, her snow-white, pert buttocks subjected to the rough thrusts of the large penis, her soft body writhing in response.
"So good... so wanton at the banquet... I'll fuck you to death, you black-stockinged slut... which is more enjoyable, the hotel toilet or the KTV bathroom? Or is it more exciting to fuck you at your school? Haha..." Ruiqiang thrust incessantly, making Mengying gasp repeatedly.
I couldn't calm down, deeply stimulated by this lewd scene. The lewd words and the sounds of flesh colliding kept swirling in my ears, and I actually got hard. Suddenly, I felt sleepy and fell asleep again. In my dream, I repeatedly dreamed of Mengying wearing black stockings being fucked to multiple orgasms...
When I woke up in the morning, it was already 10 o'clock. I found myself still lying on the sofa, but there was an extra blanket on me. Was it a dream? I sat up and heard the sound of water running from the bathroom. I went over and saw Mengying squatting on the floor washing clothes. "Oh, you're awake? Go eat breakfast, it's in the pot," Mengying said softly without turning around.
It seemed like a dream. I went into the bedroom, but something felt off. I suddenly opened the drawer and found no stockings. I looked out the window at the white sheets hanging on the balcony, and I could almost see a large, round stain. My muscles started to twitch.
Hearing the sound of water from the bathroom gradually subside, I quickly got up, rubbed my face, and tried to stay calm. Mengying came over and looked at me anxiously, asking, "What's wrong? Why aren't you eating breakfast?" Seeing her red and dark eyes, I knew she must have been crying. She had been through a terrible night and hadn't recovered yet.
I smiled and said, "Um, it's nothing. I haven't washed my face yet. I'll eat after I wash it."
I put my arm around her waist and led her to the bathroom. She looked at me as usual, smiled slightly, and started running the water to wash the clothes again.
As I brushed my teeth, I watched her retreating figure. Even in an ordinary nightgown, she exuded a captivating allure. I grabbed a few tissues, wiped my nose, then stepped on the trash can lid and tossed the contents inside, discovering black pantyhose scattered there. "How did I get home yesterday? Did you help me?" I asked, feigning ignorance. She trembled slightly, adjusted her sleeves, and looked down, saying, "Yes, you were so drunk you couldn't even lift yourself. Your colleague carried you in."
"Uh, who? Didn't you thank him?" I continued.
"It was someone named Ruiqiang." She glanced at me, her eyes filled with panic. "You threw up as soon as you came in, making a mess of the bed. I had him help you to the sofa, and you fell asleep. After he left, I couldn't carry you, so I let you sleep on the sofa."
During lunch, she kept secretly glancing at me. She was unusually well-behaved today, and I pretended to eat and ignored her.
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Mengying and I packed our luggage. I deliberately bought her several sexy, knee-length dresses. Despite her strong objections, she finally agreed to wear the high heels she wasn't used to. When we left, I dressed her up as a perfectly sexy young woman: a sky-blue, round-neck, form-fitting dress that accentuated her cleavage, revealing her slender waist, the soft fabric flowing between her knees, her slightly upturned buttocks, and sheer flesh-colored stockings tightly encasing her fair thighs. Silver backless high-heeled sandals made her calves look elegant. She looked incredibly sexy and alluring.
We arrived at the train station at 8 PM. When she saw Ruiqiang, her eyes filled with panic, and her body began to tremble. Ruiqiang's gaze was fixed on Mengying like a nail. He hurriedly came over to greet her, "I've been waiting for you for so long! Ah, sister-in-law, you look so beautiful today! You're so lucky. Haha."
Ruiqiang forced a laugh, but his eyes never left Mengying. Mengying kept her head down and didn't speak, only her lips twitched slightly. I patted his shoulder and said, "Sorry to keep you waiting. Let's get on the train."
We had bought soft sleeper tickets, since the journey was quite long. It was a four-person soft sleeper compartment, but there were only three of us. The other
passenger probably boarded midway. We ate something that evening and chatted casually. Around 10 PM, the train lights went out. I let Mengying sleep on the lower bunk, and I slept on the upper bunk above her. Ruiqiang also had an upper bunk ticket. Ruiqiang lay on his side, looking at Mengying's bunk by the light from the window. I thought Ruiqiang probably wouldn't be that bold. Gradually, I started to feel sleepy. The sound of the train woke me up in a daze. I wanted to go back to sleep, but I subconsciously glanced at Ruiqiang's side—he wasn't there! I looked at the lower berth; Mengying wasn't there either. My heart started pounding. I groped my way down from my berth and headed for the toilet.
Just as I reached the carriage door, Mengying opened it and came in. She was startled to see me. I pretended to be confused and asked, "Where have you been?" Mengying said hurriedly, "To the toilet. What are you doing?" "Uh, I wanted to go to the toilet too," Mengying said, and then went back inside. I went to the toilet and saw that both doors were locked, and both sides were occupied. Where had Mengying gone? Just then, Ruiqiang came out of one of the toilets, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He was also startled to see me. I quickly joked, "What are you doing? Smoking and taking up the toilet space? Move aside." Ruiqiang grinned and moved aside, walking back inside. I went in and quickly locked the door.
Watching the train rush by, streetlights flashing past the window, I frantically thought that Mengying must have been taken into the restroom by Ruiqiang, and what had happened. My lower body shamelessly hardened; I touched my crotch, and two figures floated before my eyes.
The moment the door closed, the beauty's slender waist was immediately embraced, Mengying's blue dress was lifted up to her waist, and a demonic hand reached into her flesh-colored pantyhose, roughly pinching her full, round buttocks and thighs. The buttons on her chest were ripped open, and her white lace bra was pulled down, revealing her full breasts, which bounced and were immediately gripped forcefully by large hands. Her tender nipples were kneaded and became erect. Her transparent flesh-colored pantyhose and white lace panties were pulled down to her knees, which were slightly bent and together. Her heels, clad in mercury high heels, were spread wide apart, and her snow-white, full buttocks were raised backward. Her wet pubic hair was already sticky and matted together. The man grasped his thick penis, parted her moist labia, and slid his large glans back and forth between her tender opening. Mengying's hands weakly gripped the wall, and the hard penis, under the trembling of his beautiful wife's thighs, parted her smooth labia and slowly inserted itself with a "plop". A soft moan escaped the beautiful woman's lips, her eyes half-closed, her cherry lips slightly parted.
In this cramped space, Mengying must have been standing in the corner, being penetrated from behind by Ruiqiang. Her fair, plump buttocks rippled with each thrust, making obscene "slap slap slap..." sounds. The thick penis forcefully thrust into her wet vagina, the man powerfully pumping his penis, the glans forcing its way into her deepest part, feeling the softness of his virtuous and dignified wife. A torrent of love juice dripped with the "sizzle..." sounds of entering and exiting, running down her wet pubic hair onto her pantyhose. His beautiful wife's body trembled with the swaying of the train. The narrow toilet was filled with an obscene atmosphere and soft, moaning sounds...
When I came out of the toilet, the train had stopped. I returned to my berth. Mengying was already asleep under the covers, and Ruiqiang was also motionless on the bed. I really wanted to reach down and touch my wife's genitals, to see if there was still any trace of obscene fluid and semen. Many people came up at this time, and people also came to the berth opposite me.
I climbed into bed and slept until dawn.
In the afternoon, we rested in the hotel for a while. I took out my laptop and started surfing the internet to check the situation in Beijing. My wife watched TV in bed all afternoon out of boredom before changing her clothes and going out to buy some things. In the evening, I made an appointment with Ruiqiang to have dinner together. At the table, Ruiqiang's eyes kept wandering over Mengying. Mengying's two thin eyelashes were long and straight, and there was always a sense of innocence and wisdom under her double eyelids. Her face was expressionless, and she looked very cautious. Since getting off the train, she hadn't smiled much. Her chest was also tucked in, and she wasn't as proud as usual. Her hands were clasped together on her skirt, and her legs looked plump and slender under the beige skirt. Half of her calves were crossed, wearing flesh-colored stockings and mercury high heels. Overall, she looked dignified and generous, just like usual, with nothing else unusual.
In the evening, I went to Ruiqiang's room to discuss the plan. I checked the equipment parameters in the plan on his computer. Ruiqiang said he went to take a shower first, and I continued to check.
After a while, I clicked on his E drive. I was puzzled; it showed 80% usage, but there were only a few
movie files. Were they all hidden like mine? Everyone knows how men's hard drives are; it was indeed hidden. On a whim, I clicked on a few folders. This guy has a lot of porn, and I can't understand Japanese, so I clicked on a few more folders. They were all photos of married women in bed and selfies from the internet.
I wondered, could there be photos of his wife too? My heart pounded. I saw a folder called "Beautiful Legs Yin."
Clicking on the first picture, I immediately recognized the big breasts as Mengying's. The purple bra made it instantly recognizable.
Dozens of photos followed. At first, they were Mengying's everyday photos and candid shots of her legs in stockings and high heels, in various settings, even photos of Mengying at school. These were all everyday photos, nothing special, except that the wife in the photos was always wearing a short skirt, stockings, and high heels. Then, suddenly, something changed.
Initially, Mengying was seen sitting in a chair in the teachers' office, wearing a white dress with black floral prints. The photo was taken from the side and back, so her face wasn't visible, but the dress and seating arrangement clearly identified her. She was wearing black stockings and the same black high heels she often wore at school. Next, the same high heels supported her stockinged legs as she stood in a toilet stall. The floral pattern on the hem of her dress confirmed it was the same person. The following photo was a close-up of the black high heels and the white semen on her black stockinged feet, the background again being the toilet floor. Further on, there were photos of Mengying putting on stockings; photos of her breasts being kneaded under various outfits, some with semen inside or open; photos of her pubic hair sticking together with milky white semen in the crotch of torn pantyhose; close-ups of semen on the insteps of her feet while wearing various high heels and stockings; and photos of her using her stockinged legs for leg sex. Thighs, calves, silk stockings, and high heels were all covered in semen; beautiful legs clad in various stockings were pressed together against the chest, with a wet penis inserted between the moist labia. The stockings were mostly flesh-colored or black, with a few blue or white ones, but all ended up the same way... torn at the crotch or stuck on the thighs, the wet penis wantonly abusing them; in dozens of consecutive photos, skirts were lifted up in various places, pantyhose were half-pulled off, or pantyhose were torn off and inserted from behind. Judging from the backgrounds, there were living rooms, kitchens, toilets, and several other bathrooms in different locations, with floors ranging from tile to cement, and varying levels of decoration. Several stairwells, corners of walls. Several cars, corners of parking lots. Beside grass and bushes, in front of Mengying's desk at school, and even next to the classroom podium in the teaching building. The backgrounds vary, but they all maintain a consistent pattern: Mengying is shown wearing a dress or skirt suit, several times naked in hotel rooms and bathrooms, her long, beautiful legs clad in flesh-colored or black pantyhose and various high heels to match her outfits. One or two candid photos of her standing at the scene of the incident. One or two photos of her wearing the same clothes, pantyhose, and high heels from the previous candid photos, standing against a wall being penetrated from behind; one bathroom scene also shows a man sitting on the toilet, with her pantyhose-clad buttocks straddling him. One or two photos show traces of semen on her buttocks or pantyhose, her thighs, calves, and insteps.
Several more images show Mengying wearing flesh-colored pearlescent stockings and high heels, lying face down on the bed with her buttocks sticking out. Her pantyhose around her genitals are torn, and her purple panties are pushed aside. A thick penis is inserted from behind, penetrating between her damp pubic hair. Her round, plump buttocks are exposed through the torn stockings, her buttocks unusually full. The penis is squeezed and deformed, making her buttocks look extremely lewd. Several other images show a large glans pressing against her rosy areolas, with white semen between her breasts. She is wearing a beige dress, and her black pantyhose is torn beyond recognition. Later, she is seen lying face down on the bed in the same beige dress, her hair disheveled, her hands limply resting on the bed, and her lower body hanging off the edge of the bed. Her long, beautiful legs are now wearing flesh-colored stockings and white lace-up high heels. The stockings are open at the crotch, and her legs are covered with traces of semen and vaginal fluid. Two pairs of black pantyhose were abandoned on the floor, one pair still with its underwear rolled up, and crumpled tissues were scattered everywhere; several photos showed a hand holding a penis to the slightly parted red lips of a sexy young woman, wearing a sky-blue round-neck fitted dress, the buttons undone at the chest, her bra pushed up on her full breasts. The woman wore mercury high heels, the hem of her skirt held at her waist, revealing her thighs encased in flesh-colored stockings, the stockings and underwear stuck at the top of her thighs. Meng Ying's flushed cheeks, furrowed brows, slightly closed eyelashes, and sexy lips were covered in cloudy semen; such a dignified wife, so easily face-shot in a train toilet?!
The last few photos, in a stairwell, again showed the skirt lifted and penetration from behind, pantyhose and underwear stuck at the top of her thighs, finally ejaculating onto the stockings on her thighs. Long, slender legs clad in flesh-colored stockings beneath a beige long dress, the semen on the insteps of her silver high heels and stockings so lewd. This was exactly what Mengying had worn at dinner earlier…
I was stunned. I remembered scenes from pornographic films; I'd thought about them, even felt a slight urge, but I'd given up because I felt sorry for my wife and Mengying strongly objected. After a moment, I looked at the photos of her at home—the beige dress. The first photo was at 11:45 PM, and the last photo on my phone was at 5:30 AM that morning. That meant Mengying had been raped for almost six hours. In those six frenzied hours,
I don't know how many times she'd orgasmed, how many times she'd been ejaculated on. I felt a strange thrill, but I couldn't accept this kind of rape. And the last few photos were from this afternoon. It turned out that when Mengying went out to buy things that afternoon, she was actually pinned to the railing in the stairwell and raped from behind, ending up having dinner with her husband and her lover, her legs still covered in semen.
Just as I was lost in thought, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped. I quickly closed the folder, restored it to hidden, and cleared all browsing history. I lit a cigarette, staring at the plan, unable to calm down for a long time. By the time Ruiqiang came out dressed, I had finished smoking. He handed me another one and asked how it went. I said I hadn't checked the parameters of the last piece of equipment. I said I hadn't brought the company documents. In the room, a wicked thought suddenly arose in my mind. I said to Ruiqiang, "Go get it for me. I have an important parameter that needs to be checked." Ruiqiang agreed without hesitation.
After he left, I heard the elevator "ding." I slowly got up, left the door slightly ajar, and quickly ran to the stairwell. The hotel was carpeted, so my shoes made no sound. I quickly ran to the sixth floor. As soon as I opened the door to the stairwell, I heard it close. I quietly went over and listened at the door.
"Let go!" Mengying's sharp voice came from inside.
"Don't do that, just touch it, your breasts are so soft. Beauty, give me a kiss." Ruiqiang lewdly chuckled from inside.
There were loud noises in the room, like struggling and things being touched.
"Get out of here, you bastard, let go!" Mengying was still struggling.
"I told you to wear such sexy stockings, they're all wet, still pretending. Come on, I didn't get enough this afternoon. I wanted to drag you over and do it to you at dinner." Ruiqiang said lewdly.
Is my wife that sensitive? It seems Mengying is going to be ridden again. I felt conflicted.
Suddenly, there was no sound from inside. "Get out of here after you've taken your things," Mengying yelled. Then I heard footsteps coming towards the door. I quickly hid in the stairwell. Then I heard the door open.
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I took off my clothes and walked towards the bathroom. Looking at the bathroom, it had two walls, the door was made of transparent glass, and the side facing the bed in the bedroom was made of frosted glass. If you were in the bedroom, you could see the person showering inside. Many hotels nowadays have this kind of romantic atmosphere, after all, many young couples travel together. I had just stepped inside when I suddenly heard a WeChat notification. It was undoubtedly from my wife's phone. I closed the bathroom door and started showering. I wondered who it was. I'd heard it several times in the past few days. Could it be Ruiqiang? It seemed he was really addicted to Mengying. This outing had really created a perfect opportunity for him; he'd already succeeded at least twice. I felt terrible, so sorry for Mengying, but I also felt a tiny bit of encouragement for Ruiqiang… I'm such a pervert. When I came out of the bathroom, my wife saw me and closed her phone. I didn't ask any questions.
The next day, Ruiqiang took us to the Forbidden City. My wife seemed much more polite to him. Today, she was wearing a white dress with black floral patterns. The hem revealed her slender, shapely legs encased in dark black stockings—sexy and alluring. Her small feet were in black high heels, the kind she often wore at school. The dark stockings covered her insteps to her knees, completely obscuring her skin, highlighting her perfect curves. Ruiqiang kept glancing at her, his blood boiling, and he even pretended to take pictures of the scenery while secretly taking photos of Mengying's beautiful legs with his phone, as if he couldn't wait to reach out and hold those sexy silk-clad legs tightly in his hands and play with them.
While we were at the Forbidden City, Asheng called me. I stepped aside and gestured for Ruiqiang and Mengying to go ahead, then stood under a tree and chatted with Asheng. After I hung up, I called to ask if they were far ahead, then quickly caught up with them. Mengying asked with concern, "Who was that?" "Uh, it was that kid Asheng. He thought I was still at home and wanted to invite me for drinks."
In the afternoon, we were strolling around a shopping district. We had different things to see, so we agreed on a meeting time and went to explore on our own. Tired from shopping, I wanted to go back to my room to rest, but Mengying wanted to shop a little longer. I didn't think much of it. When she came back, she went into her room and took a shower. I looked at her graceful figure in the room; she was incredibly sexy, her beautiful body particularly alluring through the frosted glass. On a whim, I went to look at her clothes, only to find she had taken them into the bathroom. I didn't see anything on her high heels by the door. After a while, Mengying came out, having washed the dress and stockings she had worn that day.
After
a week of sightseeing, we'd explored all of Beijing, visiting every bar and snack street in Houhai, and all the other well-known tourist attractions.
That evening, we treated Ruiqiang to dinner to thank him for being our guide for the past week. My wife wore a light yellow floral print dress this time, lace embellishing the hem. Her smooth hair was tied back, and beneath her long, delicate eyelashes, her clear, bright eyes shone brightly. A beautiful smile always graced her delicate oval face. The form-fitting dress couldn't quite conceal her ample bosom; her proud 34D breasts were slightly upturned. Occasionally, glimpses of her full breasts could be seen through the buttons at the neckline of the dress. A distinct curve ran along her waist, and her long, slender legs, clad in thin black stockings, revealed glimpses of her fair calves. Her delicate feet were encased in yellow high-heeled sandals, making her appear petite and charming. Looking at my wife dressed like this, I felt a surge of emotion. Actually, all women love to dress up and enjoy the admiring glances of others.
During the meal, Ruiqiang kept staring at Mengying. I noticed but didn't say anything. My wife knew, and she would occasionally glance at my expression. Her face flushed, and she lowered her head, turning her face to the side. She was probably a little shy because of her outfit. We chatted haphazardly, while Mengying listened with her head down, looking at her phone, I couldn't tell if she was texting a friend or reading the news. We drank some beer, and since we hadn't eaten this much in a long time, we were actually a little full. I told Ruiqiang my stomach hurt a bit and I needed to go to the restroom. As
I entered the restroom, my heart suddenly pounded. At that moment, Ruiqiang and Mengying were alone in the room. My wife was so sexy and alluring, would she be taken advantage of? Would her flushed cheeks hint at her deepest desires to Ruiqiang? Would her warm vulva be wet from seeing Ruiqiang's deliberately exposed, large penis? I thought about how Ruiqiang's hand had been under the tablecloth for quite some time. Would his wife's beautiful legs, clad in black stockings, be constantly violated by his devilish hands? Then, Ruiqiang roughly pressed her onto the sofa in the private room, her long skirt and bra pushed up to her shoulders, her full breasts mercilessly kneaded into various shapes, her tender nipples sucked greedily by the man. Her already obscene black pantyhose and lace panties were pulled down to her knees, her round, pert buttocks swaying back and forth, her slender legs already draped over the man's shoulders, awaiting his penetration. His thick, hard penis pressed against her tender labia, the glans rubbing forcefully between her moist labia. Wet pubic hair clung to the huge glans, guiding it to find the softest part of her body. With a "whoosh," the penis, with a slight effort, plunged completely into her slippery vagina. Two beautiful legs, clad in thin black stockings and high-heeled sandals, trembled on the man's shoulders. Damp panties and stockings still hung from the back of her legs. Her snow-white, fleshy buttocks arched upwards, seeking the thrusting of his hard penis. The thick shaft pumped in and out of her vagina, each time pressing the large glans against the softest depths of her wetness. The tight vagina gripped and sucked at the deepest part of the glans, enjoying each ecstatic grinding. "Slap slap slap..." Her buttocks were relentlessly pounded, her thighs and buttocks splattered with vaginal fluid. The beauty's body flushed pink, and the climaxing fluids gushed out continuously with each thrust of the hard penis.
"Ding." My phone rang. I frantically returned to reality, glanced at my phone—it was a spam text message. I turned off my phone, quickly tidied myself up, and returned to the private room. Of course, it seemed nothing had happened. Mengying's face grew increasingly red. Under the tablecloth, the hem of her long skirt, which had originally covered her calves, was now rolled up to her upper thighs. Had nothing really happened? Seeing Ruiqiang sitting uneasily, I didn't think much of it and started chatting with him.
After a while, when we'd almost finished eating and drinking, I went to discuss something with Ruiqiang. As I entered, I asked, "Do you have any water? I'm so thirsty; the alcohol made me feel awful." He immediately said, "How about I go buy you a bottle?" I couldn't stand being so thirsty, so I agreed. I was looking at the plan when Ruiqiang suddenly returned. I asked him what was wrong, and he smiled and said, "I forgot my money." I quickly got up to get my money, but he politely said, "No, no, no, it's just a few dollars, don't be so polite. You're underestimating me." I thought about it and agreed, so I sat back down. He searched through his luggage for a long time before leaving. He didn't come back for quite a while. "Why did it take you so long to buy just this small bottle?" I asked, then took the mineral water. "Oh, there's a line at the supermarket, it's so crowded now." Who's around now? It's almost 11 o'clock. I spent an hour buying water. I didn't say anything. Holding the bottle of mineral water, I slightly squeezed the cap open—it had been opened before! I pretended to be staring at the screen, putting the bottle back on, not letting Ruiqiang, who was watching me, notice anything amiss. My heart was pounding. I knew there was something wrong with the water, I knew Ruiqiang seemed to have ulterior motives. I could choose to put it down or drink it. In the end, in just a few seconds, I embarked on a path of no return…
After a while, I pretended to hold my head, muttering to myself, "My head is so dizzy, so sleepy." Then I collapsed onto the bed. "What's wrong, Wei?" Ruiqiang pretended to be concerned, shaking me. After a while, he patted my face, then suddenly chuckled. He took the room key from my body and quietly left. Did he really go to my room? At this time, Mengying should still be watching TV in bed. Having just showered, her full breasts were high and firm, and her fair thighs were exposed. About five minutes later, I figured I'd finished pretending, and Ruiqiang should be coming in by now. Just as I was about to get up and follow him, I heard the sound of a card swiping. Ruiqiang had turned back. Had he had a change of heart? After a while, he actually helped me up and started carrying me on his back. He carried me to the elevator, then to the room, swiped my card, and let me in.
The room was dimly lit; Mengying must have been asleep. Ruiqiang quietly turned off the lights and gently placed me on the bed. I secretly squinted at him. Would he do *that* in front of me? I saw him take off his shorts, get into Mengying's bed, and pull back the covers.
"Damn, dressed so provocatively today, I can't get enough of you." Had he molested Mengying at the hotel? After saying that, Ruiqiang unbuttoned Mengying's shirt, pushed up her bra, and her large breasts popped out.
"Damn, that's huge. After sleeping with so many married women, such big, perky breasts, such beautiful
legs, and she's a slut in stockings." Then came a sucking sound. Ruiqiang's hands weren't idle; he reached out and groped Mengying's legs, then turned and crawled between them. In the dim light, he noticed Mengying was still wearing flesh-colored pantyhose and the white high heels he'd bought yesterday. The crotch of the pantyhose was torn. He remembered Ruiqiang had gone to buy water for an hour or so…
"Mmm… mmm…" Mengying moaned softly. If this continued, she would definitely wake up. "Damn, so slutty, so wet again. I'll fuck you all night tonight." Saying this, Ruiqiang spread Mengying's stockinged legs, taking pictures with his phone while taking out a small bottle from his pocket, pouring some liquid onto Mengying's crotch, then grasping his already thick and large penis, pressing it between Mengying's stockinged legs, and slowly thrusting his hips.
"Mmm... Oh..." Mengying let out a soft moan. Ruiqiang, right in front of me, thrust into my beautiful wife's tender vagina. "Damn, it's still so tight after we just had sex, so wet and slippery, so good..." Ruiqiang seemed unable to withstand the stimulation, and he hugged Mengying and thrust hard, each thrust making a "slap slap slap" sound.
"Ugh...annoying...ugh..." Mengying was about to wake up, and I started to panic. "Is it good, beautiful? Does your husband's cock feel good?" Ruiqiang grabbed Mengying's two beautiful legs, clad in white high heels and flesh-colored stockings, and hoisted them onto his shoulders. Holding her stockinged thighs, he took pictures while thrusting his thick penis, making her wet pussy "sizzle" sounds, and her full breasts swayed back and forth like waves.
"Ugh...ugh...you...you bastard...waaaah...you..." Mengying cried out in panic.
"Mengying, don't make a sound. Do you want to wake your husband? It's not good for anyone." Ruiqiang said softly. So this guy was using me as a shield.
"Let me go...waaaah...you bastard..." Mengying started to cry. I actually felt a little sorry for her.
"Don't make a fuss, okay? Just let me do it to you, and I'll delete the photos and never bother you again. We'll pretend nothing happened." Ruiqiang started making demands.
"You're dreaming... Oh, oh... If you don't leave, I'll wake up my husband... He'll never let you get away with this! Waaah, oh..." I felt incredibly guilty. I really wanted to end all of this. "Mengying, don't be like this. Haven't you enjoyed being fucked by me these past few days? I told you to wear stockings and high heels, and you obediently wore them. You still say you didn't want me to fuck you? It's consensual, isn't it great?"
"Get away! Oh, you damn beast... Waaah..."
"Beautiful-legged Ying, I told you to wear thin black stockings for dinner tonight, and you wore them. Seeing you wearing black stockings with these yellow high-heeled sandals reminded me of the day before yesterday when I fucked you on the stairs of the shopping mall. You just bought these shoes, and I dragged you there to fuck you. Is the semen still on them? I told you to wear them for dinner today, and you wore them... Beautiful-legged Ying, my stockings got wet from touching them during dinner. How did you deal with the semen on your legs?" Ruiqiang teased Mengying verbally while relentlessly thrusting his thick penis, the "sizzling" sound of his fucking her pussy becoming more and more obvious.
"Get away..." "Slap," "Slap"... several more sounds of struggle. After a while, the pulling sounds stopped. "Slut, you're still pretending, huh? Fine, I'll go wake up Ah Wei right now, show him the photos, let him see how you, you slut, came and pissed off when I fucked
you. Damn it, you whore, the bed's all wet, and you're still acting all high and mighty." Ruiqiang got angry, got off the bed and stood on the carpet. "Waaah, you raped me, I'm going to sue you for rape..." Mengying cried very sadly. "I raped you? Show me the evidence! The photos, right? Look at those photos, take a good look yourself, look at your lewd appearance, even the judge won't believe it." Ruiqiang seemed to turn on his phone and threw it on the bed.
"Waaah, you raped me... Waaah, Ah Wei will definitely believe me, he won't let you get away with this. Waaah..." Mengying had reached her limit.
"Awei believes you? Heh, let me ask you, why doesn't Awei know? What about that half-soaked sheet from that day? And the stockings I tore? You cleaned them all up, right? Are you afraid he'll find out about your lewd behavior?" Ruiqiang argued forcefully. "Fine, let him know, let him know how you willingly wore stockings and let me fuck you these past few days, how you gave me a legjob in the train toilet on the first day you arrived, and how you willingly gave me a blowjob. These past few days you've worn stockings every day as I asked and even called me 'husband' after I fucked you. Which day these past few days didn't have my semen on your stockings? Today, I touched you so much while we were eating that your stockings got wet, and just now I fucked you until you peed the bed, you were so exhausted you couldn't even take off your shoes, hahaha..."
"Waaah...you...waaah..." Mengying seemed to be covering her face in pain. I started to get up; I couldn't take it anymore.
"Okay, yeah, I'm raping you. Wake him up, see if he can figure out that you always wear skirts and stockings when you see me. Let's see if you're the slut or if I'm the one raping you." Ruiqiang actually walked up to me and started shaking me, which startled me.
"Waaah... no... don't..." Did I hear that right? Mengying actually said no. Ruiqiang stopped.
"Beautiful legs, Mengying, I love you so much, you stocking-clad, long-legged, big-breasted little slut. It hurts me when you cry." Ruiqiang actually started to be gentle. "Such beautiful long legs and you like to wear stockings, I told you on the train that if you dared to wear stockings, I would fuck you every day. See, you've been obedient and worn them every day, haven't you?" Ruiqiang seemed to climb back onto Mengying's bed and started doing something. Mengying actually stopped crying. "Let me go." Mengying resisted softly.
"Beautiful legs, Ying, the day before yesterday at the train station, I saw you wearing stockings and high heels and I wanted to fuck you right then and there. I've told you before, your legs are so beautiful. Whenever I see you wearing stockings, I want to fuck you. Such beautiful legs in stockings, and you're a big-breasted slut. The first time I was fucked in the train toilet, I was fucked three times. I fucked you until you couldn't stand up anymore and begged for mercy. You even promised to let me shoot on your face... When I saw you at the Forbidden City, you were wearing the outfit I always wore at school, and you even changed into thick black stockings. I wanted to fuck you on the street right then and there. Why did you wear thick black stockings? Are the red marks on your knees still there? How did you deal with the semen on your stockings when you went home that day? Fucked your stockinged legs at the Forbidden City was so amazing. The semen was very obvious on the dark black stockings." Meng Ying fell silent. Only Rui Qiang's lewd words and the constant "sizzling... sizzling..." sounds of her vagina could be heard.
After that, Rui Qiang stopped talking, and the room suddenly became quiet. After a while, the sounds started again. "Slap slap slap..." This was the sound of impacting buttocks. Although the sound was very faint, it was so real.
"Beautiful legs Ying, I really enjoyed shooting on your legs during dinner, it was so ecstatic." The squelching sounds continued as Ruiqiang continued to evoke Mengying's humiliating memories. "You were so wet during dinner, and when I came in, I saw you hadn't changed your clothes and were still wearing those yellow high heels. I knew you were waiting for me to fuck you. Who was it that obediently changed into these clothes and stockings after being fucked to orgasm and then peed after being fucked? You just collapsed after being fucked, without even taking off your shoes. Were you exhausted from being fucked?" Ruiqiang said teasingly. "Oh... my beautiful legs in stockings Ying... you look so sexy today. So alluring. During dinner, I imagined pressing you against the wall and fucking your legs, your stockings, your cunt, just like before..." I didn't dare open my eyes, I could only hear the sounds of the bed moving and sucking, and the constant "sizzling...sizzling..." sounds from her cunt.
"Um...please, please stop, okay? My husband's waking up. Oh..." Mengying spoke, her words filled with panic.
"It's not the first time. Didn't I grope you right under his nose at the company party? That day in the elevator, I wanted to do it to you like we did in the hotel bathroom, lift your skirt, tear your stockings, and pin you down in the elevator...Don't worry, I got him drunk when we came up. He won't wake up until dawn." Ruiqiang said, panting heavily as he thrust.
Mengying didn't speak, only soft, almost inaudible moans of "Mmm...oh oh" and light "slap slap slap."
After a while, the "slap slap slap" started to get louder, and the bed creaked. Mengying's moans were still too soft to hear.
"Ugh...um...I really beg you, please stop, okay? I'm really scared. Waaah." Mengying felt like crying.
"Beauty... your legs are so alluring, and so wet, I can't stop." Ruiqiang thrust violently, the obscene sounds incessant.
"Beautiful legs Ying, come to my place, otherwise you might really wake Awei." He just said he could sleep until dawn, why is he leaving? Mengying didn't speak, only let out low moans. The slapping stopped, and after a while, Ruiqiang got up.
"Put on that blue dress from the train, bring the stockings and silver high heels from that day—I deliberately didn't tear them so I could make you wear them again and fuck you. And those thick black stockings, I want to fuck your big breasts and your little mouth. I'm going to fuck you until dawn today." It was the sound of dressing. Mengying didn't say anything. After a while, I heard the sound of a door opening slightly, and then the lights went out. Then I heard the sound of the elevator doors opening outside.
My body trembled, my muscles twitched, and I found that my lower body was hard. Mengying really went with him. I felt uneasy and excited, and fumbled to turn on the bedside lamp. I saw that Mengying's bed was already wet, her bra and panties were still on the floor, and next to them were the yellow dress she had worn today, the black stockings rolled up with her panties, and the yellow high-heeled sandals from dinner. I lit a cigarette and smoked it groggily, thinking about what had just happened. It was simply unbelievable. Looking at that puddle of water, I never thought Mengying could be so lewd.
Before I'd even finished my cigarette, I couldn't resist any longer. I slowly went out the door, down the stairs to the second floor, and quietly approached Ruiqiang's door. I leaned in and listened, but I couldn't hear anything. The door was incredibly soundproof; I couldn't hear a thing inside. I waited anxiously for a while, then suddenly heard a moan, "Ah..." It was definitely Mengying's. Just one moan, and then silence. My body started trembling. I didn't dare lean against the door to listen anymore. I gave up and went back to the bedroom.
Lying on the bed, panting, I thought about how my wife had been wearing stockings and high heels every day for the past few days, being ridden by other men, her breasts being sucked greedily, her thick penis thrusting forcefully into Mengying's beautiful legs in stockings and high heels, and her wet vagina. I actually got hard again. I slowly drifted off to sleep. In my hazy state, I seemed to hear Mengying come back. When I woke up, it was already daylight. I checked my phone; it was past 10. I got up and looked at Mengying. She was sleeping soundly, her fair legs still exposed. Her bra and panties were gone from the floor. Was it a dream? I guess I've been having too many fantasies lately.
I looked at Mengying's blanket, hesitated for a moment, and gently lifted it. Mengying was wearing pajamas, and her panties were on. But her face was flushed, and her knees were red. Under her bottom... yes, under her bottom, there was a large wet patch that even a towel couldn't cover!
I trembled and put the blanket down, not daring to think about it anymore. I climbed back into bed and went back to sleep.
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I was awakened by a burst of blinding sunlight and saw a figure in a light green dress drawing the curtains. "Ah, honey, you're awake! It's already 12 o'clock." Mengying twisted her body and sat down next to me, her two mounds of flesh standing high. "Look at you, you've slept for over ten hours." Mengying smiled, but there was a strange, complicated look in her expression.
I struggled to get up, my head feeling heavy. Suddenly remembering something, I casually glanced at Mengying's bed and the surroundings. The room was tidy, and Mengying's bed had been made.
"Hurry up and get up, wash up, let's go eat," Mengying said with a smile, her eyes showing embarrassment. I forced a smile. "You slept so long again. Looks like I'm exhausted lately." What's happened recently is hard for me to accept in a short time. Last night, I only drank a small sip of the sleeping pill, yet it had such a strong effect. It seems Ruiqiang was right. I rubbed my head and went into the bathroom to wash up, pretending I had no recollection of it, giving her a chance to explain.
When I came out of the bathroom, I found Mengying playing on her phone, perhaps reading the news or flirting on WeChat. "Wife, let's go, let's go eat," I said. Mengying closed her phone, stood up, and said casually, "Okay, go downstairs and call Ruiqiang. I'll change my clothes first and come over in a bit." Hearing the gentleness in her voice when she called Ruiqiang, my heart skipped a beat. I replied and went out.
I went downstairs and knocked on Ruiqiang's door, feigning composure. The door opened after a long while. Ruiqiang was clearly still asleep. "Brother Ruiqiang, get up and eat. Hehe, thanks for carrying me back to my room last night," I said with a smile.
He paused, then quickly said, "It's nothing, it's nothing. It's my fault for making you work overtime all night. Look at you, you're so tired you've fallen asleep. Wait for me, I'll go wash up first."
"Okay, I'll go downstairs first. Mengying and I will wait for you downstairs." I deliberately emphasized Mengying's name. "Okay, okay, we'll be right there." I could hear the excitement in his voice.
We chose a restaurant that claimed to serve Beijing-style roast duck; it was quite crowded. We chatted idly at the table. Mengying was wearing a pink outer skirt and flesh-colored stockings today, her slender and voluptuous figure attracting countless ambiguous and envious glances. Ruiqiang stared intently at her. As we chatted, he would occasionally joke with Mengying, who responded naturally with a smile, as if nothing had happened yesterday. Of course, I knew she was just pretending to hide it from me.
I had to go to the company that afternoon. Ruiqiang glanced at Mengying and said with a smile, "Oh, I don't have anything to do there. You can handle it. I've been quite tired these past few days and want to rest this afternoon."
"Okay, you can rest then. I'll take care of things at the company. I'll report back to you when I get back tonight." After I finished speaking, I secretly glanced at Mengying beside me. She had her head down, and her face was slightly flushed, whether from the heat or something else. "Mengying, are you coming with me?" I asked calmly.
"Honey, I think I'll pass, haha, I can't really help anyway." Her blushing expression always stirred up all sorts of thoughts. "I'm so tired from going out every day lately, I just want to get some sleep."
"Okay, you should rest well, you've really worn yourself out these past few days." I said gently. It seemed they were both exhausted last night...
After dinner, we went back to our respective rooms. I tidied up a bit, while Mengying was still playing on her phone in bed. I said, "Mengying, I'm going out now, you should rest well this afternoon."
"Okay." Mengying put down her phone and came over. In the light, I looked at my wife's beautiful cheeks, flushed red, as if you could squeeze water from them. Her soft body was smooth and elastic, her full breasts proudly erect, trembling slightly with her breath. Her fair and sexy legs were straight and long. I was captivated. I had to admit that my wife's body had undergone subtle changes recently, from a naive girl to a mature and sexy young woman. No matter who it is, you can immediately see the satisfaction on a woman's face after she has been thoroughly satisfied. This expression was now on Mengying's face, something I had never noticed before. Suddenly, I felt a strange sense of unfamiliarity with the sexy beauty in front of me.
"What are you looking at? Your eyes are practically popping out. Hehe." Mengying laughed. "Wife, I want you now." I reached my hand under Mengying's skirt, caressing her through the thin stockings, pulling her soft body close, feeling the elasticity of her two full breasts.
"Hey, let go, husband." Mengying resisted slightly, "I have to work this afternoon, don't do anything rash. Let's do it tonight, okay?" As she spoke, Mengying touched my semi-erect penis. I thought about it, and it made sense; I had to work this afternoon, so I'd wait until tonight.
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I went downstairs and deliberately said goodbye to Ruiqiang before leaving. Of course, I couldn't just leave. I went through the back door to the stairwell, hiding in the secret passage on the second floor, waiting to see if Ruiqiang would make a move. After waiting for almost ten minutes, there was still no movement from Ruiqiang. That guy must be exhausted; it seems I was overthinking it. Suddenly, Ruiqiang's door opened. I quickly hid and ran to the sixth floor. Sure enough, Ruiqiang came to my room and knocked on the door. After a while, the door opened, and Ruiqiang hurriedly went in and closed the door. I was a little excited and quietly walked to the door to listen.
"What are you doing here? Didn't we agree that you wouldn't look for me anymore?" It was Mengying's voice, her tone filled with resentment.
"Mengying, I've missed you so much! I wish I could be with you every day!" Ruiqiang seemed very excited. It seemed he had pinned Mengying against the wall as soon as he entered.
"Please leave! I'm a married man, and you're a married man too. We already made a mistake yesterday," Mengying said, trembling.
"Stop pretending. How many times have I told you? Daring to come see me in stockings and high heels is an indication that you're waiting for me to fuck you. Don't you see how much you need it?" Ruiqiang began to lewdly smile. "Last night I played with you all night wearing black stockings. I told you to wear flesh-colored ones today, and you obediently put them on. And you still say you don't want to be fucked?"
"Let go... I don't need it. What I wear isn't because of you. Get away from me... ah..." Mengying struggled, the fierce resistance she had shown yesterday was gone.
"You said you didn't need it, but I specifically texted you before you left to wear stockings and these white high heels. How could you be so obedient?... My beautiful legs, Ying, thinking of your seductive voice, I really wanted to drag you aside and fuck you while we were eating. I couldn't stand it, you were screaming so loudly, the neighbors were knocking on the door." There were commotion sounds coming from inside. "
...Bastard...Let me go...I'm angry!" Meng Ying was still struggling.
"Baby, you specially wore stockings and high heels, weren't you waiting for me to fuck you? And you even opened the door wearing high heels...You're wet again...I knew you were a little slut." The image of Rui Qiang touching Meng Ying's genitals flashed before his eyes. He was amazed. How could Meng Ying be so sensitive? She got wet as soon as another man touched her genitals.
"Mmm...Don't do this...Mmm...Let go...Ah..." Meng Ying's resistance was mixed with a bit of tenderness.
"Your breasts are so big, I can't get enough of touching them... Beautiful legs, Ying, let me start by fucking your stockinged legs..." Hearing Ruiqiang's low growl, it seemed his large penis had already penetrated Mengying's stockinged legs.
"Mmm... mmm... stop... let go," Mengying moaned, whether from satisfaction or resistance, it was unclear. After a while, a soft panting came, "Oh... mmm..."
"Slut, your pussy is so wet... I just love your tender, juicy body." The loud slapping sounds of genitals colliding continued, interspersed with the sounds of water splashing.
"Mmm... no... mmm... stop... mmm..." Mengying seemed to be about to give up resisting.
"Damn, I've been fucking you for days, and you're still so tight down there... My dick can't take it anymore, you stocking-
clad slut, if you dare wear stockings in front of me, I'll fuck you until you wet the bed every day." Ruiqiang roared excitedly, constantly stimulating Mengying with lewd words, and the sound of slapping echoed continuously.
"Ah... umm... I... wearing stockings isn't... you... no... umm... umm..." Mengying kept moaning softly, almost inaudible if they weren't so close to the door. Mengying seemed to be pinned against the wall by Ruiqiang and fucked, "Oh... ah..." The moans were continuous, and I could tell it was the excitement of being close to orgasm. But to my ears, it was a different feeling.
"Beauty, you came after a few thrusts. Was it the same as yesterday? Or should we stimulate ourselves on our own bed?" I wondered which time he was referring to? Did they come back and do it again last night? I seemed to recall some random sounds in my mind.
"Wasn't it more exciting in high heels, just like I said? Let's change positions. Stick your butt out like yesterday. Yeah, that's it." Ruiqiang had just finished speaking when his phone rang. "Damn, who is this?"
"Hello, who is this? Oh, it's Mr. Li. Our company's technical supervisor, Awei, just went over. He'll probably be there soon, so please wait a little while. Okay, goodbye." It was a call from the company, so they were urging me to hurry up.
"You should hurry up, Awei might be back. If he finds out, we're doomed." Mengying said in a panic, as if she was about to cry.
"He's still on his way there, he won't be back for at least two hours." Ruiqiang comforted Mengying. "Come on, let's go to my place, or let's find somewhere else to do it. Come on, baby, wear this today, your stockings feel so good, let's keep playing." Then I heard the sound of clothes being put on. I wondered if Mengying was really going to listen to me like that? Suddenly I heard faint footsteps, so I quickly jumped into the stairwell. A moment later, the door opened. As they approached, I peered through the small window at them from behind. Mengying had changed into the yellow dress she wore to dinner the night before, her hair slightly disheveled and tied up. Her beautiful cheeks were flushed. Ruiqiang, wearing a vest and shorts, was holding Mengying's hand. They walked into the elevator like a couple.
I ran to the back door like a deserter, panting. The sweltering summer heat made me feel suffocated. I couldn't believe Mengying had been so cooperative. Perhaps my teasing of her when we left had aroused her desire, allowing Ruiqiang to easily take advantage of her. But that back view deeply pierced my heart. I could tolerate my wife's physical desires, but I absolutely opposed emotional infidelity.
I squeezed through the crowd onto the bus. The surroundings were noisy, but it didn't affect my thoughts. I had to admit that last night, Mengying might have been forced to go downstairs with Ruiqiang, but just now, it was entirely voluntary. And last night, those melodious moans and the lustful fluids of her orgasm all indicated that Mengying had accepted another man. I don't know what happened last night, but it turned the virtuous wife into a cheating young woman. And now, in Ruiqiang's room, she just lets a man ride on her body and thrust violently, bringing her to orgasm repeatedly. She shyly raises her full and firm breasts, letting the man knead them at will. Her long, slender, white legs are still wearing stockings and high heels. Her wet labia allow the thick penis to penetrate all the way to the deepest point. With the intense thrusting and slapping, the love fluids, like waves, splash everywhere on her upturned buttocks.
Or perhaps, Mengying's fair, silk-stockinged legs were posing seductively on the carpet, tempting Ruiqiang. Ruiqiang, without hesitation, would grab her buttocks from behind, thrusting his large penis deep inside her. They changed positions countless times, in countless places, sweat and vaginal fluids filling the room. The moans of climax, accompanied by the sounds of flesh slapping, rose and fell. His erect penis brought Mengying, panting and moaning, to repeated orgasms. Her fair body was flushed pink, her soft breasts trembled with each thrust, her wet vagina contracted repeatedly, and finally, in a state of ecstasy, the thick, hard penis pressed against her deepest point, grinding against her, spraying thick semen… I
had a brief meeting with the client's company that afternoon, and it had been two hours since I left. After thinking for a long time, I finally picked up my phone and called Mengying.
"Hello? Husband?" Mengying said very softly on the other end.
"Wife, what are you doing? Why are you so quiet?" I asked impatiently.
"Oh, I was sleeping, so your call woke me up," Mengying said.
"Honey, what do you want to eat? I'll buy some later," I said.
"No, thank you, I don't want to eat anything... um... mmm..." Suddenly, a soft moan escaped her lips. I knew what she was doing without even guessing.
I still asked, feigning concern, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
"Nothing. I'm just padding my chest." A few rhythmic sounds came through her slightly trembling voice. Of course, I wasn't stupid. At this moment, Ruiqiang was probably standing behind Mengying, thrusting his thick waist against her plump, pert buttocks encased in stockings. After a while, the sounds stopped.
"I like cheese, why don't you go to the supermarket and buy some? There's a good supermarket near the Third Ring Road, go see if they have any local specialties," Mengying's voice returned to normal.
"Okay, I'll go check," I replied. "Okay, I'll sleep a little longer. Call me when you get back so I can pick you up," Mengying said softly.
I mumbled a reply and quickly hung up. My head was spinning, and my body was trembling in the 35-degree weather. I was shopping on the street, while my once dignified and virtuous wife was being violated from behind in a hotel, wearing stockings and high heels, and the root cause of all this was me...
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I was browsing in the supermarket, feeling a strange mix of emotions. I bought some local specialties, and after hesitating for a long time in the computer mall, I bought two high-definition pinhole cameras. After leaving the mall, I called my wife and told her I'd be there soon. I could hear water running on the other end of the line, like she was taking a shower...
About 40 minutes later, it was already 6 o'clock. When I came in, Mengying was watching TV on the bed, looking like
she had just taken a shower. A cup was draped over her, and her hair wasn't completely dry.
"You're back, honey. What did you buy? Let me see," my wife said with a smile, still lying in bed. Passing the bathroom, I glanced at the shower; the towels were still new, hanging on the rack—the hotel cleaning staff had just changed them at noon.
I stared at Mengying and said coldly, "Why did you take a shower? Why are your towels dry?"
My wife trembled, glanced at the bathroom, her face paling, and smiled, "Ah, I just took a shower, and the towel got dirty, so I asked the staff to change it."
I looked at my wife; even a child wouldn't believe such a lie. I hadn't expected my wife to lie to me so naturally. "Honey, what's wrong? Did something happen?" my wife asked anxiously. I
could also see the wariness in her eyes. That evening, we had dinner with Ruiqiang. Ruiqiang, seeing Mengying in jeans, pretended to be happy and asked about my work progress that afternoon, while Mengying looked melancholy, as if worried about something. I didn't say anything during the meal, and Ruiqiang seemed to sense something and wisely fell silent.
That evening, I went to Ruiqiang's room to check on his work progress. While he was showering, I looked around for a place to install a camera. Looking at the large bed, I noticed the sheets had been changed. That afternoon, Mengying had been raped by Ruiqiang in various positions on this very bed. I also glanced at the carpet; she might have been kneeling on it when she called me, or perhaps she was being penetrated while leaning against the table I was sitting on. I shook my head. I looked around some more and found a safe spot: the lamp in the corner of the curtains. It was behind the light, and the signal would be good near the window. I placed the pinhole camera there and secured it. By the time Ruiqiang came out, it was installed perfectly, and no one could tell anything was amiss.
Back in the room, Mengying went to shower again. It's summer, after all; she was sweating a lot after eating. I secretly installed the camera in the same spot, turned on the computer, and tested it. The signal was perfect. I'm quite the genius; the angle and sound were perfect too. At that moment, Ruiqiang was on the bed smoking and looking at the computer, while in my room's view, I was sideways in the image, and through the frosted glass door of the bathroom, I could clearly see Mengying showering. I turned off the computer, climbed into bed, and saw Mengying's WeChat notification. I quietly got up, picked up her phone, and found it was encrypted! Mengying never used to encrypt her phones.
I heard his WeChat notification sound while I was showering. When I came out, I asked him about his phone password. Mengying paused for a moment, then came over and handed me the phone, saying softly, "Honey, it's nothing, just look. The password is my birthday. I use it to prevent others from looking through my phone. At school, some classmates like to look through teachers' phones."
I looked at her WeChat; the chat history was empty. I impatiently tossed it back to her without saying a word, and surprisingly, Mengying didn't say anything either.
We remained silent for a while, then my wife snuggled into my bed and nestled against my chest. "Honey, what's wrong? You seem a little off today." Mengying looked at me with concern. "Did I do something wrong?" I looked at Mengying's pitiful yet apologetic eyes, and my heart softened. After all, she hadn't been this assertive before. I hugged my startled wife and gently comforted her, "It's nothing, it's not your fault. I've just been a little tired from work lately, it's nothing serious, don't worry."
"Okay, honey, if something's bothering you, tell me. It's not good to keep it bottled up," Mengying said gently. "Wife, I'm going to have you." Before she could even agree, I thrust in with a "plop." Her wet, slippery vagina gripped me tightly, her tender opening sucking me in waves, making me feel so good I could hardly breathe. I spread Mengying's long, slender legs wide, looking at the red marks on her knees, and angrily pressed down on her, my lower body pounding wildly against her wet vulva.
"Mmm...husband...mmm...you're hurting me...mmm..." Mengying moaned softly. I thought, Ruiqiang must be going at it even harder than me, right? Did you cry out in pain? Thinking of Ruiqiang's powerful thrusts, I was furious and thrust in and out several more times, making her vulva slap loudly.
"Mmm...husband...you're so amazing today..." Mengying moaned passionately. Her body responded to me with excitement, and my wife's writhing body was becoming more and more sexy. Watching her full breasts sway back and forth like waves, I couldn't help but reach out and pinch her crimson nipples, caressing them. Kneading her full, elastic breasts, thinking about how many times Ruiqiang had licked and shaped them, a surge of resentment rose within me, while my lower body hardened considerably. I couldn't resist any longer; a bold idea suddenly surfaced in my mind.
"Wife, give me a blowjob?" I timidly uttered this outrageous request, my eyes gleaming with a domineering force. I gripped her full breasts tightly with both hands and shook them vigorously. I couldn't believe I would make such a request to Mengying.
She paused for a moment, then seemed hesitant and angry: "Husband, you…"
Seeing that she didn't immediately refuse, I broke free from her legs, and with her slight resistance, straddled her breasts, pressing her soft flesh against my hard erection, feeling the softness and elasticity of her full breasts, almost ejaculating from the intense pleasure.
Seeing her expression, a mixture of anger and helplessness, yet also a hint of defiance, her rosy cheeks practically flushed, I felt a surge of excitement. I began to stroke her, her brows furrowed as she watched me, her hands weakly resisting my kneading of her breasts. I accelerated my thrusts, my penis still glistening with the lingering lubrication of her previous act. Mengying had turned her face away, silent, her brows furrowed, unable to bear the sight before her. Her pink ears peeked out from her hair, burning red.
My penis slid in and out of her cleavage, her nipples being squeezed hard with my thumbs, her soft breasts pressing against me, making it hard to breathe. Finally, with a few powerful thrusts, I gripped her breasts tightly, squeezing my penis, and with a "plop," a stream of semen shot out, splashing forcefully onto Mengying's rosy cheeks. Startled, she quickly covered herself with her hands, the semen flowing everywhere, landing on her breasts and neck.
I felt incredibly relieved and let out a long sigh of relief. Just as I was about to get up, "slap!" A hand came flying at me, startling me. Before I could react, Mengying kicked me, sending me crashing onto the carpet. She frowned, looking at me with disdain, her eyes seemingly filled with tears. "You're disgusting!" she said viciously, then stormed off to the bathroom.
Was I too rough? I thought about it. Was I just too excited? I might have really hurt Mengying. But how could I let her be covered in her lover's semen? I helplessly lit a cigarette, watching her wash in the bathroom. I really went too far. After all, we're husband and wife. Although it was exciting, forcing things like that would hurt her. This was the first time Mengying had hit me. But thinking about her and Ruiqiang's nights of passionate lovemaking these past few days, her moans and cries as he penetrated her with his big penis, I suddenly felt a surge of anger. My shame vanished, replaced by humiliation and resentment.
When Mengying came out, she was much calmer, her eyes filled with innocence and loneliness. She looked at me, and I was still smoking, feeling depressed. She usually objected to me smoking in the house.
"Don't smoke," Mengying said softly. I turned to watch TV, pretending not to hear, taking deep drags on my cigarette, exhaling smoke, deliberately trying to annoy her.
"What's wrong with you today? Just say what's on your mind!" Mengying was really angry, standing there motionless, yelling at me. I looked at her; she seemed about to cry, her whole body trembling slightly, her full breasts rising and falling with her heavy breathing. I hesitated. A mix of complex emotions welled up inside me. The only
way forward was to keep going.
"Honey, I'm sorry, I'm in a bad mood today. Things aren't going well at work. It was my fault just now, I apologize." I ran over and gently hugged her. "I was under too much pressure today, and I couldn't help myself and did something reckless. Don't be angry, I won't do it again."
Mengying playfully shook off my hand, and I knew she wasn't angry anymore, but I still pretended to be angry, saying, "Am I your punching bag? You come home upset and give me attitude, you've never been like this before." Saying this, she sat down to the side, her back to me.
"Honey, it's all my fault. I haven't been feeling well lately, and I feel guilty for making you feel so insecure. Plus, work is stressful too. I'm sorry, honey, please forgive me." I gently hugged Mengying again, surprised that I had come up with so many reasons. Mengying
turned around, stroked my face, and said earnestly, "Awei, let's just be together and live a simple life. Don't think about anything else, okay? I've never thought you were bad, in any way. I..."

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