Letting his wife be ravaged

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I took a nap this afternoon and dreamt that a foreigner was lying on a dining table, and my wife was naked, face up, lying on top of him
, being fucked by him, writhing and moaning. I went over and kissed my wife's face, reached down to touch her clitoris, then touched her
vulva and the foreigner's penis. The penis was very hard, and my wife's vulva wasn't wet. I asked my wife if she felt good? She just hummed and
didn't say anything.
When I woke up, we went to our agreed meeting place to go shopping. My wife was in great spirits and said she had made a lot of money this afternoon.
She's my wife, but we're not legally married; calling her a kept woman sounds awful. She's older than me, much older, and I call her "
leader," "older sister," or "elder sister."
When we got tired of shopping, we went into a Japanese restaurant, ordered, and chatted quietly.
She asked, "Did you take a shower?
" I said, "Do you even need to ask?"
She asked, "Did you ejaculate this afternoon?"
I said, "Do you even need to ask?"
She said, "You promised this morning you wouldn't ejaculate, that you'd save it for me to pay my dues. "
I said, "Men are all beasts." When that thing gets going, who can resist?
She asked, "What am I going to do tonight?"
I said, "Please understand my job. I'm already barely managing to go shopping with you."
She said, "You're energetic with other women but not with me?"
I said, "Here we go again. We agreed not to be jealous." She
said, "I am. I'm your wife. If I'm not jealous, it means I don't love you. Tell me, how did you do it with
that woman?
" I said, "I pulled her hair and fucked her. She was pretty masochistic. What about you? What was that customer like this afternoon? How old was he?"
She said, "A little kid, eighteen, mother-obsessed, rich. Your wife got him in ten minutes."
I asked, "How did you get him?"
She said, "He asked me what my nickname was. I said my nickname is 'Mom' and 'Mother'."
I said, "Your nickname is quite interesting."
She said, "He said the same thing." I said, "That's right, come on, fuck Mom."
I asked, "Wait. He got hard so quickly?"
She said, "Of course." "If you stripped your mom naked and saw her big white breasts and white butt, wouldn't you get hard?"
I glanced around guiltily. There were quite a few people eating nearby.
**********
After the meal, we continued shopping, but we were both a little distracted.
I hugged her and kissed her cheek, feeling it was very hot. I knew she was quite excited. My face was hot too.
We looked at each other. That was enough. We both understood. There are probably very few people in this world as in sync as we are
.
We turned into a large shopping mall and took the elevator directly to the top floor. She pulled me to open the door to the women's restroom.
The women's restroom was quite large, empty, spacious, bright, luxuriously decorated, clean, and odorless.
There were probably about twenty stalls. We slipped into a stall and locked the door. The bottom edge of the door
was about twenty centimeters from the tiled floor.
I sat on the toilet, and she sat on my lap, facing the door like me.
I hugged her and touched her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra.
Her breasts were soft and loose. I liked them.
Other women could come into the restroom at any moment. We both knew that. And that, in turn, intensified our
heartbeats.
I squeezed her breasts while kissing her neck. She got a little excited and started panting.
I pulled out my penis from my pants and rubbed it against her buttocks.
I pressed my nose against her shoulder, inhaling the scent emanating from her body, intoxicated.
I lowered my voice and whispered in her ear: "When a woman is in heat, she gives off a certain scent."
She asked in a low voice: "What scent?"
I said: "Men think it smells pretty good. Can you smell it?"
She said: "Hmm, I can smell a little." I got wet down there.
I said: "Did you make him wear a condom?"
She said: "Yes."
My hand went inside her skirt, between her thighs, and I touched her—she wasn't wearing underwear.
I said: "Wow, you're walking around naked? That's a bit much."
She asked: "Am I horny?"
I knew she was horny. Her nature was promiscuity, and that was precisely what made her so alluring.
My hand roughly groped her vulva. She began to moan. Her vulva was wet and sticky, with abundant secretions.
I suspected the young man had ejaculated inside her. After masturbating her for a while, I pulled my hand out and sniffed it
like a dog.
I didn't smell any semen. It was all from her own arousal. I shouldn't have doubted her.
I continued to touch her clitoris. Her clitoris was engorged and erect, hard and aroused.
My face grew even hotter, and I whispered to her: "Take off your stockings."
She took off her shoes, rolled up her flesh-colored stockings, and handed them to me.
I said: "Put your hands behind your back."
She obediently put her hands behind her back, like a little girl who had done something wrong. I liked her when she was submissive.
I used the stockings to tightly bind her hands, then grabbed her breasts and violently assaulted them.
Her bare feet writhed on the tiles, looking like she was in difficult labor.
Her feet were quite long, white, smooth, and slightly smelly. You could vaguely see thin, bluish veins on the tops of her feet;
I couldn't tell if they were veins or arteries. I liked them.
Seeing her bare feet, my erection grew thicker and longer.
Even with her hands bound, she wasn't still still and started touching my erection.
I whispered, "You haven't been fucked enough, have you?"
She answered breathlessly, "Yeah, I only had one orgasm with him."
I whispered, "How did you reach orgasm?"
She whispered back, "I had him lick me. He held my buttocks and licked them vigorously. He licked with great patience, more
comfortably than you licked." I made him lick Mommy while inserting his hand into Mommy. At first, he didn't dare to use force. I told him to use
force, to use force. He fucked me hard. And then I came.
Later he said, "Mommy, your asshole hasn't been fucked by anyone else, has it?" I said no. He said, "Mommy always saved it for me
, especially for me, right?" This kid is hilarious. Am I some kind of old man with a completely blank history
?
I replied casually, "Yes, yes." Later, he told me to call him "son." I said, "Son, wear a condom and come fuck Mommy
." He was quite long, but incredibly thin; I'd never seen anything so thin.
I masturbated while listening to her, all the while keeping an eye out for any movement outside the door or in the other cubicles.
There was no movement. Thankfully, there was no movement.
I whispered, "Then he started fucking?"
She lowered her voice and continued, "Yes, it was very short, only about ten strokes, then he started howling, howled twice, and then stopped moving
, his whole body went limp. "
I asked, "He came after only a dozen strokes?"
She said, "Yes, that's right." Later, his penis slipped out. I helped him take off the condom and wiped his penis clean. He was very
touched and said that his mother hadn't wiped it, so he wiped it for him first. Then he suddenly hugged my buttocks. I felt his tongue licking
my anus. You know that's my Achilles' heel, extremely sensitive.
I imagined my woman, bare-bottomed and barefoot, being pinned down on the bed by a young man, her anus being licked
, her whole body trembling. She tilted her head to the side, her long hair completely covering her face. But I could see
the flush of orgasm on her shoulders and back.
My penis got even harder. I whispered, "Was it good?"
She whispered, "Extremely good." I even contracted my anus, clamping his tongue between my legs. I told him not to kiss there.
The more I said that, the more fiercely he licked.
Suddenly, I heard a sound outside the partition door. It was the sound of footsteps and mopping. Sizzle, sizzle.
I quickly covered her mouth. We both tensed up, listening intently to the door.
It was the cleaner mopping. Was the cleaner male or female? When did they come in? Did they hear what we were saying
? Could they see my wife's bare feet?
My heart pounded even harder.
I could see the cleaner's mop wiping our partition doorway, each time peeking in a
little.
At that moment, my wife actually quietly lifted her buttocks, gently moved, found my penis with her buttocks, and
slowly sat down, finally fitting inside.
My penis, like a fish in water, began to throb. I tried my best not to move or make a sound, but you know, that's
difficult.
Her pussy was warm and sticky, gripping my penis tightly.
This was a pussy that had just been fucked by someone else. This was a slutty pussy.
The cleaner was still wiping and wiping outside the door. Why wasn't he leaving? Why bother wiping when it's so clean?
In the cubicle, my cunt was subtly moving, up and down, side to side. I pressed her buttocks against my lap, intending
to stop her from moving. But she persisted.
Her bare feet, toes pressed firmly against the smooth, clean tile floor, each toe bent at a ninety-degree angle
, gripping the ground like miniature steps.
The force made her bare feet appear slightly white, the skin taut, all the joints white
.
Her buttocks were still rubbing against my penis.
I've found that the more you forbid something, the more interested people become. If you let them move freely, they might actually feel
bored.
I released her, no longer holding her down. She began to move with difficulty while bound.
I fucked her while pinching her clitoris. She liked it.
The cleaning lady gradually walked away, about four or five meters away.
She finally let out a soft sigh. But the entire women's restroom was extremely quiet. I guarantee the cleaning
lady heard it.
My heart was pounding like a Detroit piston.
She whispered in my ear, "Pull my hair and fuck me."
I knew she was inspired by my client, maybe wanting to experience it, maybe wanting to compete.
I grabbed her hair and started fucking her hard.
My woman, tied up and being fucked by her hair. The sight excited me.
My cock rammed and pounded inside her hot flesh, being gripped, and that made me even harder.
There was a person of unknown gender outside the door, who might hear us. So be it.
*Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!*
Her head started shaking, her breaths quickening. I knew she was about to explode.
I thrust harder while covering her mouth with my hand. Sure enough, she let out a choked scream in my palm
.
I tightened my grip on her mouth.
Her head trembled. Her vagina contracted violently. Her whole body trembled.
I fucked her even harder. I stood up and pressed her upper body forward and downward. Her waist was flexible, and I bent it under my
pressure.
I pressed her head against the corner of the door, lifted her skirt, grabbed her buttocks, and pulled her hair. The Detroit Pistons
went mad and fucked her wildly, treating her like a monster.
I wanted to vent, I wanted revenge, I wanted to fuck this slut to death.
The slut under my crotch was being fucked so hard she was swaying back and forth. Her cries were shrill and desperate.
The more I fucked her, the more I wanted to fuck her, the more ferocious I became, the less ferocious I felt. It felt good to be completely reduced to a beast.
Because I had already ejaculated once, my penis was a little numb, and I didn't feel like ejaculating.
The woman's hands were tied, her hair was being pulled, her body was being held down by a hungry beast, she was crying, being fucked from behind.
Her cries grew louder and louder. The frequency of my fucking increased.
In the Detroit Pistons' relentless rape, she seemed to have reached orgasm twice more.
I no longer cared whether she orgasmed. I no longer cared whether she lived or died. My face contorted in rage, I drifted into a
delirium.
Before me, a woman was bound, naked, being brutally raped by me.
I gripped her arm tightly, my mouth agape, saliva dripping uncontrollably.
Her urine leaked out again. She always leaked urine during orgasms. Maybe it was what people call squirting.
I'd never collected her orgasmic fluid to analyze in a lab. So, who cares what kind of fluid it was.
Her urine excited me; the more filthy it was, the more stimulating it was. I knew she was orgasming from the thrusting of my penis.
I fucked faster and faster, more and more like a beast.
Damn! My penis was throbbing, about to explode again. I quickly held my breath, focusing all my energy on my lower abdomen. No. My
penis was getting harder and harder, like an epidemic—the more you try to control it, the more it thrives.
I forced myself to think about Chinese football.
Hmm, this time it worked.
I wanted to go all the way, but then I remembered I had guests tomorrow, so I didn't ejaculate.
Three shots in twenty-four hours? Time was running out for me? I don't have a terminal illness. Why am I wasting my
body like this?
The golden cudgel pressed firmly against her hot vagina, the head of his penis against her cervix, feeling her uterus writhing, like a dark cave.
The soft-bodied creature inside.
Both of us were panting. After the golden cudgel transformed into Ruan Xiaoer and withdrew, I helped her up and untied her stockings.
Her hands were already cold, and their color had changed, turning grayish-white and purplish.
I looked at her face. She looked like she had just run ten kilometers; her hair was completely wet and matted, her face was covered in sweat, and she was in high spirits
.
There were tissues nearby. I grabbed a handful and wiped the sweat, tears, and urine from her face and legs.
She was still crying, but now she was silent. Her chest heaved, and she choked quietly.
She spread all the fingers on her right hand and whispered to me: I came five times just now.
My breathing gradually calmed down.
She smiled and whispered: That's good. You're great. Are you tired?
I said: I'm tired, but it felt good.
She asked: Is it uncomfortable if you don't ejaculate?
I said: Yes.
She said: I'll treat you well when we get back.
I quietly looked at her. After being with her for so many years, I haven't really looked at her closely lately.
Fine wrinkles appeared at the corners of her eyes, but otherwise she was still quite pretty. Overall, she was still rather attractive.
I gently touched her face. She quickly looked away and continued wiping her face and legs with tissues.
When she was about to wipe her vulva, I reached out to stop her. She looked up at me.
I stuffed the stockings I was holding into her wet vulva, then pulled out a bit to
keep it rubbing and stimulating as she walked.
She looked at me, her face flushed.
I didn't speak, and lowered her skirt.
She smoothed her hair and asked softly, "Am I done?"
I whispered, "Yes."
She whispered, "Nobody can tell, right?"
I whispered back, "Can't tell what?"
She whispered, "Can't tell that I've just been violated?"
I whispered, "Nobody can tell."
She was relieved and reached for the door latch.
I whispered, "Inexperienced people can't tell." At first glance, she seemed like a decent woman.
She whispered, "What do you mean?"
I whispered, "Experienced people can't tell."
She was a little nervous: "Oh, really?"
I whispered, "After a woman orgasms, she secretes two hormones, so her body gives off a special smell that male
dogs can smell, and then their penises get hard."
She put her hand on the door latch and whispered, "What should I do then?"
I whispered, "I'll go out and shout, 'What are you looking at? What are you looking at? My wife hasn't been fucked; if you don't believe me
, touch her genitals. Only one touch per person.'"
She smiled at me and whispered, "That's a lie. You really want to?"
I like it when women smile at me.
Suddenly, I felt a severe dizziness, a burning sensation in the back of my head that quickly spread to my parietal and temporal lobes, and the ground beneath my feet seemed
to tilt.
I'd never felt this way before. My intuition, like a startled rabbit, told its owner: "Something's wrong."
She tried to open the door again. I reached out to support her, shifting some of my weight to her.
She turned around and whispered, "Alright, are you done yet? If anyone comes in, none of us will leave.
I can't let her know I'm going to faint; I can't scare my woman." I leaned down and kissed her cheek.
She gave me a perfunctory kiss. I leaned against the partition door frame, barely managing to stay upright.
I whispered, "You go out first. I'll come out later."
She said, "Are you out of your mind? Want to get beaten to death? Stop talking nonsense and come with me."
She unlocked the door and pulled my hand towards the women's restroom door.
Suddenly, we heard footsteps, powerful and assertive, like a homeroom teacher barging into an exam room with exam papers,
like a female assassin pulling out a gun and pushing open the door.
My wife and I quickly retreated to our partition and locked the door.
At that moment, the women's restroom door was kicked open, and the footsteps became increasingly chaotic. At least two people.
A woman's voice: "I'm bursting!"
Another woman laughed.
The homeroom teacher went into the partition to our left. The female assassin pulled at our partition door, but couldn't open it, and quickly went into
the partition to our right.
We heard the sound of pants being unzipped. Stereo.
My wife looked at me. I looked at her. We both held our breath, listening to the strange women loudly urinating in the partitions on either side.

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