She and her boss started a couples swapping game.

It was a bit cold today. Since it was Monday, I was very busy at work and exhausted after a long day. Tonight, I had to accompany my boss to City C for dinner with an important client. So I called my wife to tell her I might not be able to make it back. City C is over 200 kilometers from our city, about a two-hour drive. I had to drink with the client, and I couldn't drive afterward, so I might have to stay overnight in City C.
After hanging up, I was organizing the documents I needed for the evening when my boss came over and said, "Xiao Feng, why don't you ask your wife to come along? She'll be lonely if she doesn't make it back! Your sister Zhang should come too, so they can keep each other company." Apparently, my boss had overheard me on the phone and came over specifically to say hello. I thought it made sense; the company was paying, so I figured I might as well go. I called my wife again to arrange where I would pick her up.
We drove in silence until we arrived in City C. At the agreed-upon hotel, the client was already waiting, so my boss and I were both forced to drink.
After a chaotic and frenzied drinking session, everyone present was heavily intoxicated and rambling incoherently. The client was lecherously staring at my wife. The boss gave Sister Zhang a wink, and Sister Zhang, sensing the tension, raised her glass and went to the client to offer him a drink. The client, grinning lewdly, reached out and pinched and groped her buttocks, saying, "When a beautiful woman offers a drink, there's no reason not to drink." Sister Zhang then used this opportunity to say to my wife, "That's right, Xiao Juan, look, Mr. Li said he'll drink even when a beautiful woman offers him a drink. You should also toast Mr. Li. Let's make him happy today; we won't leave until we're drunk."
My wife glanced at me, but I deliberately avoided looking at her and went to get some food. Helpless, my wife had no choice but to stand up and go to the client to offer him a drink. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sister Zhang move aside, and the client also stood up, pretending to lose his balance, and fell into my wife's arms. At that moment, Sister Zhang was positioned right between me and the client, so I couldn't see anything.
With a gasp from my wife, the drink spilled all over her, and she quickly made an excuse to escape to the restroom. Now only the boss, Sister Zhang, and the client were left in the room. Sister Zhang was all smiles, trying to appease the rather unhappy client. The boss quietly walked up to me and whispered in my ear, "Talk to your wife. Make sure you entertain Mr. Li well today; don't spoil his mood."
I was a little annoyed, thinking to myself, "I'm working hard for the company, not selling my wife." But I didn't dare say anything and could only walk dejectedly toward the restroom.
After waiting for a long time, my wife finally came out. She stared at me expressionlessly. I pulled her aside and did a lot of persuasion, saying, "This is a big client of our company. We can't offend him. Besides, it's just drinking, not sleeping with him. Letting him take advantage of us and keeping him happy is good for my future. We're about to buy a new house. For the sake of the house, let's just put up with it! Sister Zhang let him take advantage of her and still smiled so brightly. We should learn from her how to be a successful man's wife."
My wife seemed to be persuaded by me and silently returned to the private room. I went outside the hotel and smoked a cigarette. Actually, I felt even worse than my wife. I didn't want to see her being taken advantage of by another man...
Until the banquet ended, I didn't go back into the private room. When I said goodbye, Mr. Li's lewd laughter pierced my eardrums and hurt my heart.
The boss knew I was very unhappy, so he canceled the original plan to stay overnight and went straight home. This time, he even drove himself, which was a kind of compensation for the social event.
My wife leaned against me and quickly fell asleep. She was already drunk; I didn't know how much they had forced her to drink inside, or how much that bastard client had groped her. I didn't want to think about it.
After driving for about half an hour, the boss pulled the car over to the side of the road, staggered to the back seat, and said to me, "Xiao Feng, I really can't go on anymore. You drive. You didn't participate in the second half, and I drank at least twice as much as you."
I reluctantly got out of the car and sat in the driver's seat. Sister Zhang sat in the passenger seat, so now the boss and my wife were in the back. When we arrived, I had driven with my wife in the passenger seat and the boss and Sister Zhang in the back.
I had nowhere to vent my anger, so I slammed on the gas pedal, and the car suddenly sped up. My wife was jolted awake, turned over groggily, and went back to sleep. I saw in the rearview mirror that my wife was leaning against the right window, and I felt a little relieved; at least she wasn't leaning against the boss like she had been leaning against me.
Not long after we started driving, I noticed that the back seat partition, which I had deliberately lowered when I got out, had been raised. The boss was now squeezed into the middle, leaning against my wife, burying his face in her hair, sniffing it greedily. I couldn't see what was happening below in the rearview mirror. I was burning with desire and about to retaliate when I felt a cool sensation under my crotch, followed by a warm, moist embrace. Only then did I realize with surprise that Sister Zhang was actually kneeling on my crotch. I had been so focused on my wife that I had let her unzip my pants, pull out my penis, and put it in her mouth before I realized it.
At that moment, my heart was filled with a jumble of emotions: the sight of my wife being groped by a client made me heartbroken; Sister Zhang's amazing oral skills gave me a sweet, pleasurable sensation; the fact that my wife was being humiliated by her boss made me miserable; the wife-swapping scenarios I usually watched online were actually happening to me, making my head spin; and my wife's lack of resistance, even her cooperation, made me feel incredibly aroused…
I turned on cruise control, gripped the steering wheel with my left hand, grabbed Sister Zhang's hair with my right, and pressed down hard, my back pressed firmly against the seat for support. I thrust my hips upward, my eyes fixed on the rearview mirror. I saw the boss's lewd profile, panting heavily, his eyes glowing red with excitement, his hair shaking. A thunderbolt struck me. Could it be…?
I pulled down the rearview mirror and finally saw their lower bodies. My wife's pants were pulled down to her knees. She lay on her side on the car seat, her head buried in the window, her expression unreadable. Her buttocks were across the middle of the seat, her legs pressed tightly together, but this couldn't stop the boss's thick, wicked penis from penetrating her.
The boss had already stripped naked from the waist down. The car had the air conditioning on, so she wasn't cold; in fact, the stimulating game had beads of sweat forming on her waist. He was thrusting vigorously, his hands reaching under my wife's shirt from her waist. Although I couldn't see what was underneath, the bulging and writhing of her breasts clearly indicated that they were being violated.
My wife didn't make a sound, but the boss was muttering something incoherently. I listened carefully: "Oh...oh...Xiao Juan, it felt so good! Did Old Li lick you well just now? You wouldn't let Old Li do it, but now I'm doing it, I'm so happy! Oh...I love you so much, Xiao Juan, ah...ah..." Hearing this, I finally understood. My wife had not only been groped by that damned client, but even her most private parts had been admired and tasted!
I felt weak all over. Just then, a tingling sensation came from my lower body. Sister Zhang's tongue circled my glans a few times before burying itself deep into her throat. A tingling sensation also came from my lower back. I knew I was about to give in, so I decided to go all the way and slip my right hand inside Sister Zhang's waistband.
She hadn't unbuckled her belt; it was a bit tight, but I still forcefully thrust into her. My index finger was on her anus, and my middle finger was inside her vagina. Sister Zhang, with my penis in her mouth, couldn't make a sound, only letting out soft moans. Her private parts were already soaked.
The slippery sensation made me lose control. Looking in the rearview mirror at my wife's white buttocks, flickering and disappearing in the car lights outside the window, being penetrated by my boss, I frantically ejaculated my humiliated and angry semen into Sister Zhang's throat. She choked, trying to lift her head for air, but my left hand held her firmly, preventing her from moving. At that moment, I didn't even bother to hold the steering wheel.
At the same time, the boss reached his final moment. He lifted his wife's shirt and buried his head in her breasts, ravaging them. From my position, I couldn't see if he was sucking on her nipples, but from his incoherent babbling, I knew he was definitely sucking on something. I hoped it wasn't her tongue; this was my last line of defense!
My wife's mournful moan dispelled my concerns. Yes, as long as my wife didn't cooperate, it would be impossible for him to kiss her lips in this position.
The boss let out a heavy groan: "Oh...hoo..." Along with it came a long moan from my wife: "Ah...wooo..." I thought the boss had ejaculated. Every time I ejaculated, my wife would say, "Ah...so hot, so good..." But this time she didn't. She didn't dare say it, but I knew she must have felt great.
When the boss's scalding semen shot into her uterus, I wondered if it felt even more intense than mine? I dared not think any further, and focused on driving. Silence returned to the car. Sister Zhang took a tissue from the front of the car to wipe her mouth and leaned back in her seat, pretending to doze. After the rustling sound of clothes being put on in the back seat, there was no other sound except for the whistling wind echoing around the car, as if weeping.
Nothing more was said that night; my wife and I slept in separate rooms.
The next day, my boss called me into his office and told me that the contract in City C had been finalized. He praised my performance the previous day, and because of the huge amount of the contract, I was promoted to department manager and rewarded with a BMW 320i.
Walking to the company parking lot, looking at my newly acquired BMW, the "BMW" lettering on the hood stung my eyes. Yes, "Don't touch me!" For you, my wife let others touch her, kiss her, and have sex with her to their heart's content. How much of an impact will this shadow have on my future life and our marital relationship? Will I still feel happiness? Was this transaction worth it? Countless questions flooded my mind…
December 12th,
a sunny Monday. The company was as busy as ever. Seven days had passed since what happened last week, and everything seemed to have returned to normal. During these seven days, my wife hadn't let me touch her. Women's psychology is so strange; even though she tacitly approved of her boss's intrusion, she still shifted the blame onto others.
If the client's harassment was due to the pressure I put on her through persuasion, then the boss's actual assault was entirely due to my wife's tacit approval. Perhaps she resents me for not stopping it; my silence put silent pressure on her. I don't know if she saw Sister Zhang performing oral sex on me. Maybe if I had refused Sister Zhang, she would have refused the boss too. Was it out of spite? Who can say for sure? A woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea. No traditional Eastern woman would admit to wanting to be sexually assaulted. Too many factors lead them to find various excuses to justify their behavior: "Because of alcohol, because of you, because of him," but never "because of me."
Yesterday I went to the boss's house. On Friday night, the boss invited my wife and me to his house for dinner, which my wife refused; he invited us again on Saturday night, which she also refused. Last night, the boss extended a third invitation. I know exactly what the boss is thinking, but I can't keep refusing him. After failing to persuade my wife, I went alone.
This was actually a situation I was happy to see. My wife's refusal made me feel both relieved and disappointed. The most exhausting people are those who have to wear masks in front of their loved ones. I didn't want my wife to go, but I had to pretend to be nonchalant and persuade her, "Go ahead, they've invited you three times already. You have to maintain your relationship with your boss." Hearing her refusal, I was happy inside, but disappointed on the outside: "If you don't go, I have to, otherwise it'll be hard to get by at the company. You should get some rest!"
My wife didn't say a word, seemingly engrossed in her favorite TV series, "The Secret History of Wu Zetian," as if she hadn't heard me. I shook my head, grabbed my car keys, went downstairs, and sped off in my brand-new BMW towards my boss's house.
The dinner started off uneventfully, seemingly because my wife's absence had disappointed them. After a few drinks, the boss started talking animatedly, from his experiences abroad to the private club activities he and his wife frequented. The openness and debauchery he described left me speechless.
My relationship with the boss had always been good, but this was the first time I'd heard him discuss such private matters. Before, aside from work-related exchanges, we'd only talked about our personal lives superficially, never delving into such intimate topics. I was somewhat flattered, thinking that's how relationships are; through intimate contact that crosses boundaries, the barrier holding a relationship together can be easily torn down. What happened last week was the sharp blade that tore down that barrier between my boss and me, leading to a deeper level of interaction.
It wasn't that I was unfamiliar with these clandestine couples' activities, but my access was limited to various websites online, gleaning only glimpses from text and images. But hearing the people involved recount their true experiences firsthand, with the boss's wife joking and teasing them, adding her own comments, was a completely different feeling. The excitement and agitation were hard to describe in words, and I couldn't show it on my face. So I blushed deeply, not daring to look the boss and Sister Zhang in the eye.
"Alright, stop talking about those romantic escapades. Xiao Feng is still young; he's never experienced anything like this before. You're scaring him," Sister Zhang interrupted the boss, seemingly sensing my discomfort.
"It's precisely because they're young that we need to teach them by example. Xiao Feng is one of us, what's there to be afraid of? If we don't guide them to find the true joy of life, we'll have wasted our lives." The boss took a sip of his drink and continued, "We don't know what tomorrow will bring, and too many lives are interrupted by accidents. Being able to live and enjoy the pleasures that life brings is the greatest happiness. Xiao Feng did very well last week; he's a promising talent."
Since what happened last week, the four of us had never mentioned it again. Bringing it up for the first time made the atmosphere awkward. The boss and Sister Zhang didn't say anything, and I didn't know what to say either. So, the only sound was the ticking of the clock on the wall.
After what seemed like an eternity, the boss's voice rang out again: "Xiao Feng, how about staying tonight for a threesome with your Sister Zhang and me?" While I was still reeling from the shock, Sister Zhang added, "Xiao Feng, not that I'm criticizing you, but Xiao Juan can't accept it right away. We can guide her slowly. You're a grown man, and you're still so hesitant. If it were me, I'd be overjoyed!"
I was stunned. Everything felt so real. Could these fantasies I'd had while browsing adult websites really be coming true? It was like the story of Lord Ye who loved dragons but was terrified of them. When the real dragon appeared before me, I was at a loss, unable to accept it.
Was this a trap? The boss had already gotten what he wanted from my wife, so why set this trap? Did he want to possess her long-term, making her his plaything until he got tired of her? ... Countless thoughts raced through my mind, my emotions incredibly complex.
"Xiao Feng, we've only ever played this kind of game in private clubs. We've never tried it outside, let alone at home. You've been with me for so long, I really consider you one of my own today. I don't trust anyone else!" Seeing that I hadn't spoken for a while, the boss assumed I was nervous because I was embarrassed, so he deliberately tried to get closer to me with his words.
I knew that if I stayed tonight to have fun with the boss and his wife, then the boss would also have fun with my wife and me someday in the future. Could my wife accept that? Could I accept that? I wasn't mentally prepared, and my wife probably wasn't even willing to be prepared.
I don't know how I walked out of the boss's house. In a daze, I didn't even drive and took a taxi home. That night, I forcefully had sex with my wife, using the same position the boss had used on her in the car that night. In the raging flames of burning lust, the boss's lewd smile, twisted by desire, alternated with Sister Zhang's alluring yet wanton face. In the firelight, the boss and I seemed to be faintly visible, riding Sister Zhang's mouth and crotch with unrestrained pleasure...
The camera blurred and shifted, and suddenly the object of the abuse became my wife. I vaguely heard the boss's satisfied, lewd laughter. Finally, I couldn't bear it any longer. "Juan, do you know how much I wanted to have a threesome with the boss and his wife? But to protect you, I refused them. You are my love. Once has already caused me unbearable pain. Can I bear to betray you again? I can't! I will never let you be played with by other men again!" I shouted in my heart.
Meanwhile, the tadpoles, brimming with love, joyfully swam along the gushing white fluid, striving to reach the depths of my wife's womb, searching for the round love nest, vying for position. Little did they know that a week earlier, a group of scoundrels carrying different genes had visited this precious land, leaving their "I was here" mark—a mark deeply etched into my wife's and my hearts.
My wife, looking at my exhausted state, scoffed, "What's wrong? Didn't Sister Zhang satisfy you?"

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