My Wife's Lustful Dreams

"Have you heard?

" "Hear what?"

"In building number 7, a woman was running naked in the middle of the night."

"Naked? No way, what kind of woman is so shameless?

She must be crazy." "I don't think she's crazy. If she were, her family would have sent her to a mental hospital long ago. Why would she let her run naked?"

"Hehe, I don't know."

Our community has seven buildings, each six stories high, with four households per floor. There are about a hundred households in the community. My wife and I live in this community.

This morning, after buying groceries, my wife cooked at home. I was chatting with some security guards at the gate. They said there was a slut in our community who ran naked in the stairwell in the middle of the night and even peed in the flower bushes next to the building.

Me: "Is it really that mysterious?"

Security guard Lao Tang said seriously, "I don't know how many people have seen it, but I almost ran into that woman once. Unfortunately, I was wearing slippers and couldn't walk fast, so she got away."

A security guard much younger than Lao Tang, named Zheng Min, stood nearby. Zheng Min was dark-skinned and thin, not very tall, and looked quite clever. Zheng Min said, "Tell me, how did she get away?"

Lao Tang smiled at Zheng Min, "You kid, I've told you so many times, and you still want to hear it?"

Zheng Min glanced at me and said, "Well, Brother Wang hasn't heard of it." "Well, hurry up and tell me the details."

Old Tang recalled the scene that day, saying, "That day I was patrolling the neighborhood with a flashlight. It was already quite dark, I estimated it was around 11 or 12 o'clock at night. I was walking forward with the flashlight in hand when suddenly I saw a figure flash past me and run into the 7th floor. I thought it was a thief, so I immediately followed. But to my surprise, after entering the building, I saw a naked buttocks swaying as it climbed up to the 2nd floor. I was downstairs at the time, and the woman was almost up to the 2nd floor..." The building looked like this; her smooth, big, white, and round buttocks were right in front of me. There was something like a dog's tail stuck in her butt crack. I didn't see it clearly at first, and I thought she had a tail, which startled me. Now that I think about it, she definitely didn't have a tail; that thing was stuck in her anus.

Me: "How do you know?"

Zheng Min laughed: "Old Tang, he's researched it."

Old Tang: "Get lost! What research did I do? I just asked you, kid."

Me: "What was it?"

"It's a dog's tail attached to a dildo, " Zheng Min explained. "The dildo is inserted into a woman's anus, and when she wears it, it's like she has a tail. Those Japanese and Western bitches love playing with this."

Old Tang said, "That's perverted."

Zheng Min replied, "It's called excitement. People like this stuff nowadays. If I met that slut, hehe... I'd play her until she was completely over."

Old Tang said, "You kid, stop daydreaming. What if you met her? Would you rape her? You should watch less porn."

"Yes, yes, I'll patrol for you every night from now on."

"Get lost."

I asked, "Old Tang, did you see what that woman looked like later?"

Old Tang shook his head and said, "When my flashlight shone on her, she quickly got up and ran upstairs. When I followed her, she was gone. I guessed she went into some room, so I think that naked woman must be a resident on the 7th floor."

When I got home, my wife Xiao Hui had cooked a table full of dishes, and she was putting the bowls on the table one by one.

Xiao Hui: "Where did you go? It's been so long."

"Chatting with Lao Tang at the door."

"I heard Lao Tang's son did well on the college entrance exam this time."

"We weren't talking about that."

"Then what did you say?"

"They said a slut was running naked in the middle of the night on our 7th floor."

My wife paused, looked up at me, and said, "Running naked... a woman?"

I laughed and said, "Yeah, that woman was naked, with a dog tail stuck in her asshole, crawling in the stairwell."

"Oh no! Someone saw her!" My wife was shocked, almost dropping the bowl in her hand. She ran to my side, pounding me with her little fists, "It's all your fault! It's all your fault! How am I supposed to face anyone now!"

I looked at my wife's shy and anxious expression and laughed loudly.

"Laugh, how can you still laugh? Did they see me clearly? Did they recognize me? How am I supposed to walk out of this house after this? What will they think of me? They'll definitely think I'm a slut. It's all your fault! It's all your fault!" My wife seemed to get angry when she saw me laughing nonstop. She grabbed my ear and pulled me up hard.

"Ouch! Ouch!" I cried out in pain, suppressing a laugh, and said, "Alright, alright, he didn't see your face, he wouldn't recognize you."

"Then how did they know I was a woman? How did they know I was crawling in the stairwell?"

"Old Tang saw your butt, but only your butt, not your face."

My wife's pretty face flushed red, and she covered her burning cheeks with her hands, her expression a mixture of embarrassment and relief. She paused for a moment and said, "They really didn't see clearly?"

"They really didn't see clearly, honey, don't worry."

My wife seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, but the blush on her face hadn't faded. She said to me, "I'll never play those kinds of games with you again."

I teased, "What kind of games?"

Seeing my playful expression, Xiao Hui snorted and said, "A bunch of nonsense games." She then plopped down in a chair, picked up her bowl and chopsticks, and started eating by herself, her back to me, as if she didn't want to talk to me.

The "slut" that Lao Tang and Zheng Min were talking about was my wife. The woman Lao Tang saw that night was also my beautiful wife

. That night, my wife and I were playing an exhibitionist game. My sex life with Xiao Hui was fulfilling and enjoyable. We bought all sorts of props online, watched various pornographic films online, studied the scenes in the films, and created our beautiful fantasies.

That day, I saw a video of a woman exposing herself online. In the middle of the night, I got excited and persuaded Xiao Hui to play outdoor exhibitionism. I made her take off all her clothes, run downstairs naked, urinate in the grass, and then crawl back upstairs like a puppy.

I watched from the window upstairs, seeing my wife's anxious and scared expression, her shy yet excited state, imagining her embarrassment when she was discovered, imagining her surrounded by a group of people, being stared at, and being called a slut. I was extremely aroused, and I couldn't help but take out my penis and masturbate by the window.

If I hadn't been chatting with Lao Tang at the door today, I wouldn't have known that my wife had been seen by him. When Xiao Hui ran upstairs, she just thought someone had come back downstairs. My wife mistook Lao Tang's flashlight beam for a motion-sensor light on the first floor, so she didn't know that her bare buttocks had been seen by Lao Tang, who described them as white, round, and big, as tender as a ripe peach.

Recalling Lao Tang's expression when he described my wife's buttocks, and recalling Zheng Min's hungry look as she listened intently to Lao Tang, I know they must have been fantasizing about my beautiful wife. If it were me, I would also fantasize; I would want to press my wife's peach-like buttocks down between my legs and fuck her hard.

Recently, I've noticed that Zheng Min is patrolling much more diligently than usual. I hadn't noticed before, but ever since Old Tang told me about that incident at the door, I've clearly seen him being more active, especially late at night. When I'm smoking at the window, I always see him downstairs, carrying a flashlight, waving it around. Sometimes he even turns off the flashlight and hides in the bushes, like he's waiting for his prey. It makes me laugh.

Me: "Honey, come look! That rascal Zheng Min is here again. He's obsessed with your big butt, he's gone crazy."

My wife was watching TV in the living room. She glanced at me and gave me a disapproving look.

I waved to my wife and said, "Come on, honey, come see. That guy's got some energy."

"You're crazy, don't bother me."

I walked over to my wife and pulled her to the window.

My wife complained, "Oh dear, what are you doing! The TV show is halfway through, I need to watch it!"

I pointed to Zheng Min downstairs and said, "Look, that kid's hiding in the haystack again. There are so many mosquitoes in the summer, they'll bite him to death. Look, he's scratching his arm again, haha, he must be itching to death."

My wife seemed to find Zheng Min's appearance funny too, and burst out laughing, saying, "The security guard looks like he's doing something wrong."

I said, "He's so worried."

My wife said, "Have you finished watching? I'm going back to watch TV." With that, my wife turned around.

I grabbed my wife and kissed her lips. Xiao Hui was startled and pushed me away, struggling and saying, "What are you doing?"

"I'm doing you!"

I tore open my wife's nightgown, cupped her heavy breasts in my hands, squeezed and kneaded her two white and round breasts, pinched her two small and tender nipples with my fingers, pulled them outward, and put them in my mouth, sucking them desperately. My tongue swirled around her red areolas, and my saliva wet her nipples, which glistened under the light.

My wife and I were entangled by the window. She was both ashamed and anxious, pushing me towards the house. I wouldn't let her move, pressing her down against the windowsill, leaving her large breasts dangling outside. The cool breeze from the window freely caressed her breasts, touching her saliva-covered nipples. In the darkness, her two round, white breasts gleamed in the reflection of the light from inside the window.

My wife cried out, "Someone will see us! Someone will see us!" Zheng Min was squatting downstairs. With just a glance, he could see my wife's breasts and witness her beautiful, ashamed, and helpless expression.

"Don't scream, or someone will really see us!"

My wife was startled by my words and immediately fell silent. I lifted her nightgown from behind, pulled down her panties, and inserted my fingers into her private parts, teasing her labia before slowly penetrating her soft, wet, and hot nest.

My wife let out a soft "hmm," and her body went limp. Her struggles weakened, and the flow of her vaginal fluids increased. Her body pressed closer and closer to the window railing, until she was leaning against it entirely. Her large breasts hung outside the window like clothes, swaying and shaking with her slight trembling.

"Wife, look, Zheng Min, he's watching you!"

My wife exclaimed in surprise, desperately trying to shrink back into the room, but I held her and she couldn't move. She opened her eyes again, realizing I had lied to her, and her legs trembled uncontrollably, as if she had gone limp from fright.

I stood on tiptoe, positioned her buttocks between my legs, and thrust my engorged glans into my wife's wet vagina with a "squelch" sound. Her fleshy cunt tightly gripped my shaft, its cavity undulating and sucking. I thrust my hips forward, plundering inside her wantonly, making my wife's body sway forward with each thrust. My wife gripped the windowsill tightly with both hands, her face tense, not daring to look directly out the window. Her large breasts bounced up and down outside the window, like two balls bouncing in mid-air.

With each forceful thrust, my wife released a torrent of vaginal fluid, which trickled down her thighs, leaving a long trail like wet urine.

Her moans gradually shifted from muffled groans to heightened arousal; she seemed to have caught up in the passion, brazenly being violated by me at the window. She seemed to feel it too; her body grew increasingly hot, like a pot of boiling water scalding my lust. One of her hands reached out the window, playing with her large breasts hanging outside. Her fingers twisted and pulled at her nipples, stretching them a short distance before releasing them, letting them bounce back. The nipples trembled violently in the center of her breasts as they snapped back to her chest.

"Mmm...husband...harder..." she moaned, seemingly forgetting she was still at the window. Her actions resembled those of a wanton prostitute performing lewd masturbation on stage.

I slipped a finger into my wife's mouth, as if another penis were entering her mouth. My wife immediately wrapped her tongue around my finger, entwining it between her fragrant tongue, letting me feel her gentle sucking.

I took off all her pajamas, exposing her completely naked to the window, allowing all living beings to feast their eyes on her wanton flesh. I knew in my heart that no one was watching my wife and me make love. It was late at night, and only Zheng Min was squatting in the grass outside the window. This poor lecherous man endured the bites of mosquitoes, yet he didn't even bother to look up at my naked wife.

"Husband! Husband! I'm... I'm coming!"

My wife responded to my thrusts, slamming her ripe peach against my hips again and again, letting my penis penetrate deeply into her cavity. Her whole body trembled with a tingling sensation, the trembling becoming more and more intense. The windowsill creaked as she gripped it tightly. My wife had her back to me, so I couldn't see her expression, only her disheveled hair flying around her. She bit my finger, hissing and gasping, as if making a final struggle.

"Wife! I can't take it anymore... I'm going to cum..." I couldn't resist the grip of my wife's cavity and closed my eyes.

"No...no...I can't ejaculate yet, just a little longer...soon...soon..."

Suddenly, my wife's buttocks slammed back, her wet and hot vagina enveloping my entire penis. Her vagina squeezed my shaft wildly, and I couldn't help but tremble with her. My wife's toes were almost raised in a straight line, and I followed suit, raising my toes as well. I held my wife's buttocks with both hands, my fingers digging into her flesh. Apart from trembling, our bodies seemed frozen in place by the windowsill. I heard my wife's heavy breathing, and then I heard her let out a "woo ah," a high-pitched moan like a rushing flood, pouring out my semen. Her tight vagina squeezed out every last drop of my semen, and then my wife and I collapsed limply by the windowsill.

After catching my breath by the window for a while, I finally stood up, my legs weak. I saw Zheng Min looking up downstairs, peering at something. I quickly pulled my head back, guessing it was my wife's scream that had caught his attention. I told my wife not to get up so Zheng Min wouldn't see her, and made her crawl back to the living room like a puppy. My wife's plump buttocks were sticking out, her red lips glistening with vaginal fluid and semen, making me want to have sex with her again.

A few weeks later, I came home from work one day, and Zheng Min suddenly stopped me. He seemed to have made new progress in his search for the naked woman and was eager to share it with me.

Zheng Min: "There's definitely a slut living in Building 7."

Me: "How do you know?"

"I saw her!"

"You saw her?"

"Yes!" He nodded seriously.

A slight chill ran down my spine. I thought to myself, "What if this kid actually saw my wife?" I tentatively asked, "What did you see?"

"I didn't see anything."

"How can you say you didn't see anything? What are you talking about?"

"Someone saw it."

"Who?"

"Wang Geng, who lives in Building 7."

"Wang Geng?"

"That's him."

Wang Geng is a migrant worker in the same building as me. We have a bicycle that my wife likes to ride when she goes grocery shopping. We usually leave it downstairs. Wang Geng lives on the first floor, and we leave our bicycle next to his door. He's a nice guy and doesn't mind us taking up his space at all.

Zheng Min said, "That night, Wang Geng came home drunk. He needed to pee, so he peed in the flower bushes. After he finished, he shook himself, and as he shook, he looked up and saw a woman leaning against the windowsill, being penetrated. The woman's breasts were swaying outside the window, bouncing up and down."

My heart skipped a beat. Ever since my wife and I had sex by the window, she seemed reluctant on the surface, but deep down she felt the same way I did—that exhibitionist sex was exciting. We'd done it several more times afterward, but each time I carefully checked the area outside to make sure no one was around before we started. We usually chose to do it very late, when no one would be passing by downstairs. But this time, Wang Geng saw us, probably because we were so engrossed in it that we forgot about it. I asked urgently, "Did he see whose woman it was?"

Zheng Min sighed. "No," Zheng Min said, "he was drunk that day and didn't see clearly. Besides, the woman only lay there for a few seconds. By the time he tried to get a better look, she was gone, and the lights were off. I don't know which house it was."

I breathed a sigh of relief and said calmly, "What a pity."

Zheng Min chuckled at me and said, "But I've finally thought of a way. This time I'm sure I can catch that slut."

I asked curiously, "What method?"

Zheng Min grinned wickedly and pulled out a camera from his pocket. "I bought a secret weapon and plan to put it below the 7th floor. If that slut comes out for a walk in the middle of the night, I'll definitely be able to film her."

I was horrified. I thought to myself, "This guy is really cunning." But then I thought, "I'm really lucky today. If he hadn't told me all this, he would have definitely recorded my wife's lewd behavior. The consequences would have been unimaginable."

Zheng Min: "Brother Wang, what do you think of my idea?"

I cursed Zheng Min in my heart, but said aloud, "Very good, very good."

"Come on, Lao Tang and a bunch of brothers have already looked into the location with me, come with me to take a look."

That night, my wife and I lay in bed, and I told her about Zheng Min's hidden camera.

My wife said, "How could he do that? It's illegal!"

I said, "A lustful wolf is fiercer than a hungry one."

My wife said, "That's fine then. With the camera, you won't dare force me to do it at the window anymore."

"Ugh... this is so boring."

"You're such a pervert, always thinking about bullying me is the only fun."

"If I don't bully you, who else would I bully?"

"A wife is meant to be cherished."

I casually touched my wife's breast, pinched her nipple, and said, "Does it hurt like this?"

My wife gave a coquettish laugh, shook off my hand, and said, "Get lost."

Sex without games is dull, like a dream without the word "spring." Without seeing my wife's shy and anxious expression at the window, I can't muster any sexual desire.

One weekend, I accompanied my wife shopping. She bought a lot of things, big bags and small bags, carrying one bag after another. She didn't want me to help her carry things, saying that she felt the pleasure of shopping only when she carried them herself.

We stopped to rest at a coffee shop on the street. The coffee shop was uniquely decorated, with exquisite masks hanging on the walls. The masks had various expressions—crying, laughing, beautiful, ugly—as well as some delicate blindfolds and photos of women wearing them. The women wearing these blindfolds looked incredibly alluring, adding to the mysterious atmosphere.

Looking at the masks and blindfolds on the wall, something suddenly occurred to me. The fog in my heart suddenly dissipated, and everything became clear!

I grabbed my wife's hand, and amidst her surprised exclamation, we ran out of the coffee shop.

Back home, I took out the mask I had bought from my bag. The mask had a beautiful face printed on it, but it lacked the lifelike quality of a living person. I put the mask on my wife's face, revealing only her captivating eyes.

I grinned foolishly at the mask, and my wife said, "What's wrong with you? Take it off for me."

"Why take it off? It's fine with it on."

The day seemed to drag on endlessly. I waited from the moment I got home until midnight. Finally, the moon hung high in the sky, and the clock struck midnight.

My wife, like me, was still awake. She frantically pressed the remote control, flipping through channels.

As I stood up, my wife's gaze immediately fell on me. A nervous blush spread across her pretty face. I smiled at her and said, "Let's go, honey."

My wife pursed her lips, then stood up and took off her nightgown, revealing a fiery red lingerie set. The alluring lingerie burned my eyes; the half-cup bra held up her full breasts like a tray, perfectly displaying her nipples and areolas. Besides a light, semi-concealing silk scarf, her slender waist was covered only by a drawstring tied around her waist. A slightly thicker ribbon across the crotch of her panties crossed her mons pubis and clitoris, nestling between her alluring vulva. Her labia, like butterfly wings, parted on either side of her tender genitals.

I had specifically asked my wife to wear a pair of black sheer stockings, making her legs appear even longer, more shapely, and more enticing.

I opened the door and cautiously looked around. It was quiet, without a sound. I whispered to my wife, "Is there anything else we need?"

My wife stood in the doorway, wearing a mask and 12-centimeter heels. As she shook her head at me, her gaze remained fixed on the doorway, her face a mixture of shame and fear. She crossed her arms over her chest, as if worried someone might suddenly appear before her.

I comforted my wife, saw her out the door, and then ran to the window, looking down and waiting for her to appear.

I told my wife where Zheng Min had placed the camera. Today's plan was for my wife to perform a striptease in front of that camera, to utterly shock that Zheng Min.

My wife cautiously stepped out of the downstairs door. She peeked out first, making sure no one was around, before carefully walking out. She held onto the door with one hand, as if afraid to close it, fearing someone might suddenly appear and she wouldn't have time to open it and would escape back into the building.

My wife waited by the door for a while before tiptoeing onto the path in the neighborhood. She walked along, her eyes constantly scanning her surroundings, careful not to let anyone pass by. She reached the edge of the bushes and, following the directions I had given her, began searching for the security camera. The camera wasn't hard to find; it was nestled between two tree branches. In the night, it emitted a faint, flickering green light, easily missed if you weren't paying attention, but very easy to spot if you were.

I turned off the lights and watched my wife through binoculars. She groped around in the bushes for a while and soon found the camera. She touched it with her hand, then turned and looked up at the building. I gave her a thumbs-up, signaling her to act immediately.

The wife glanced around, then burrowed a little deeper into the bushes. Facing the camera, she gently swayed her hips, her slender waist dancing like a water snake before the lens.

One of her small hands slid up to her breasts, slowly tracing its contours before sliding down her waist to her vulva, gently circling it. Her

other hand continued to tease one of her nipples, pressing it down lightly before releasing it, letting it stand erect. Her movements were slow and somewhat stiff, perhaps due to nervousness. But as time passed, she seemed to relax. Her hand, no longer simply pressing, began to stretch and lengthen her nipple, kneading and shaping her full, white breast. Like a chef, she was cooking up two soft mounds of dough.

Xiaohui's movements gradually intensified, her breasts bouncing up and down between her own hands. I watched my wife's head tilt back occasionally, imagining her pretty face moaning behind the mask.

I pulled out my penis and rubbed it to the rhythm of her dance.

The camera recorded everything it saw, and all of this would be imprinted in the eyes of another man the next day. I believe that many more people will see this video, see my wife's wanton nude dance in front of the video, talk about her lewd dance moves, imagine her slutty face behind the mask, her harlot-like expression, and use my wife as the object of their fantasies, fucking every hole in her body in their dreams.

A gentle breeze stirred the leaves, causing them to tremble slightly. The wife danced more and more wildly in front of the camera, her nipples stretching and deforming from her own spinning movements. She arched her back, parted the thin threads of her panties, and pinched her plump labia apart, shamelessly pressing her wide-open vulva against the camera, as if trying to swallow it whole.

She pulled up the drawstring of her panties, the ribbon at the crotch deeply embedded in her vulva, wedged between her labia. She rubbed her clitoris with the ribbon, causing it to harden and redden under the pressure.

Leaves occasionally brushed against her body, swaying to the side. Two of her fingers stirred inside her vagina. In the moonlight, her vulva glistened with moisture, her labia wet with vaginal fluid, which then soaked her fingers. As she withdrew her fingers, a long, silvery thread was drawn out.

My wife seemed increasingly unsatisfied with the stimulation of her vagina. She pulled down her panties, her desire burning so intensely that her reason blurred. Holding the panties in her hand, she slowly inserted them into her wet vagina. Once fully inside, she inserted her fingers into her vagina, grabbed one end of the panty's drawstring, and pulled the panties out. The panties rubbed against her vaginal opening, scraping the tender flesh inside and causing her to tremble. Her masturbation with the panties became faster and faster. The panties were repeatedly inserted and withdrawn from her vagina, soaked with her vaginal fluids. I could even see glistening droplets dripping from her open vulva.

Suddenly, a beam of white light flashed from the side. I was horrified. Why would anyone be here at this hour? I peered through the binoculars and saw Zheng Min. That guy, still awake at almost 1 a.m.! I felt a mix of anger, frustration, and helplessness. I quickly waved to my wife, but dared not shout.

My wife was still engrossed in masturbating when Zheng Min was only about 20 steps away. She suddenly snapped out of it and, without thinking, took off running.

"Who's there!" Zheng Min called out, spotting my wife.

My wife didn't dare look back and ran desperately into the building. I ran downstairs to meet her and helped her, who was wearing sexy lingerie, into the house. She almost tripped while running. Once inside, she was panting heavily, her face still shaken. Her face and body were covered in sweat, which soaked through her lingerie, making it seem almost transparent against her bare skin.

I went back to the window and peered down. I saw Zheng Min standing below, holding something in her hand and shining a flashlight around it.

I brought my binoculars to my eyes and looked into Zheng Min's hand. She was holding a woman's high-heeled shoe—my wife's high-heeled shoe, the one she had accidentally dropped when she ran back.

"Honey...honey, my shoe fell off!" the wife called from the living room.

"I know."

The next day, our neighborhood was in an uproar, but only among the men—a group of idle, nosy, and gossipy men.

In the security room, a group of men surrounded the video recorded by the security camera the night before, watching it intently. Some were elderly men in their fifties, some were middle-aged men smoking cigarettes, some were young migrant workers in the area, and some children who had just finished school wanted to join the fun but were chased away by their parents.

These men stared intently at their wives' videos, as if afraid of missing a single exciting moment. A long clump of ash accumulated on their hands, but one of them seemed to have forgotten to flick it off.

"Guess whose woman this is?"

"Slut, fucking slutter, slutter than a prostitute, slutter than a Japanese woman."

"Damn it, so thirsty, we have to find her and let a few of us take turns fucking her."

"Haha" The people around laughed, their laughter lewd and obscene, as if they had already stripped their wives naked and tied them up in front of them.

Zheng Min placed the high heels she had collected the night before on the table and said to everyone, "These shoes are what that slut left behind."

"Wow, such small feet." A man picked up a shoe, subconsciously sniffed it, and grinned foolishly, "They smell so good."

"Hahaha, they smell so good, why don't you eat them?"

The man put the shoe back on the table and said, "If anyone's going to eat anything, it'll be that woman's little fleshy feet."

"That's right, Zheng Min, did you see that woman or not?"

Zheng Min slammed her hand on the table and said regretfully, "Damn it, I was just a step too slow."

Someone interjected, "I told you not to exert yourself too much, because when you really need to, your legs go weak."

Everyone around burst into laughter.

Zheng Min said, "Go away! My legs are strong enough. It wasn't that I couldn't run as fast as her, it's just that that woman was too far away from me. By the time I caught up, she had already darted into the building. I couldn't even catch up with her." "

There are only 24 households on the 7th floor. Think carefully, whose woman is most similar to this slut?"

Everyone seemed to think that what the person said made sense, and they all started thinking. It seemed that they had thought of all the women on the 7th floor. Some men who had never been to the 7th floor waited for others to come up with their own ideas.

"I think it's that woman on the second floor. She's closest to the first floor, so it's easy for her to sneak up."

"No way, no way. I've seen the one you're talking about. Skinny, like a bamboo pole. How can she compare to that slut?"

"Then who else could it be? I guess it's the woman on the fourth floor!"

"No way, there aren't any young women on the fourth floor."

"Then it must be the third floor."

"The third floor…" Zheng Min pondered for a moment, then suddenly said, "Could it be Brother Wang's wife?"

Wang Geng: "You mean Xiao Hui?"

Several men's eyes lit up, seemingly focusing their memories on my wife, then their faces showed lewd expressions.

Zheng Min came to her senses and said, "No, no, Brother Wang isn't stupid. Wouldn't he know his wife ran out in the middle of the night?"

Wang Geng: "Exactly! A woman with a husband, how could she do this? And Xiao Hui doesn't seem like the type to do this. She's usually so delicate, speaking softly and gently. Unlike the woman in this video, who's so wanton and wild!"

A stranger said in a sinister tone, "These days, women are shameless. They look healthy on the outside, but they can be incredibly lewd at heart."

"Heh, I think she looks a lot like that woman on the third floor. I've seen her before. Her breasts are as big as those of the sluts in this movie, making you want to suck them."

I listened to their discussion from the doorway. They were so engrossed in their conversation that they didn't notice me. Xiao Hui passed by behind me, carrying groceries. She called out to me, and I turned around. A group of men poked their heads out of the security room. I saw my wife's two round, white breasts bouncing on her chest, almost spilling out from under her white shirt. Her skirt tightly hugged her buttocks, making her two plump, upturned buttocks look like a firm dough ball. Her small feet, clad in flesh-colored stockings, were on high-heeled sandals, her fleshy toes neatly arranged inside the dark stockings.

"Brother Wang..." Zheng Min saw me and called out, then quickly covered his nose, blood seeping from between his fingers. Wang Geng hurriedly got tissues for Zheng Min to stop the bleeding.

I quickly greeted them and followed my wife.

The rumor that my wife was that slut spread throughout the neighborhood, but rumors are just rumors, and no one really believed them. However, more and more people were pointing fingers behind my wife's back, and she seemed to have become the object of the men's fantasies in our neighborhood. All the men seemed to be having the same erotic dream.

At night, some men intentionally or unintentionally gathered downstairs at Building 7, as if they had volunteered to be the security guards of Building 7. Some of them, like detectives, hid in the bushes smoking and watching the movements inside the building. Others stood in groups of three or five by the building, chatting and peeking inside. Still others set up mahjong tables, turning the area under Building 7 into a garden, a place for leisure and entertainment.

My wife saw those men from the window. After I explained the reason, she was both worried and couldn't help but laugh.

Some unsuspecting residents of Building 7 were indignant, and some elderly people who had been woken up in the middle of the night reported the situation to the neighborhood committee. Thanks to the committee's intervention, the noisy group gradually dispersed.

But some persistent people still refused to give up, like Zheng Min. While sharing my wife's pornographic videos with others, he continued his daily recording work. However, to his disappointment, since my wife's lewd nudity, he hadn't recorded anything new in his videos.

That day, Zheng Min stopped me at the door and dragged me out for drinks. I agreed. At the table, he talked at length about how he had caught my wife's shameless performance in the videos, and how confident he was in catching that slut and taking her right there and then.

I was stirred by what he said, as if my wife was already bound hand and foot, waiting for him to humiliate and violate her.

Zheng Min handed me a disc, telling me to take it home and enjoy it. I knew it was a video of my wife. I wasn't the first person to get the disc; he had recorded several copies and distributed them to people he knew.

I said, "Zheng Min, you said that woman was doing a striptease in the video. How do you think she knew you installed a camera in the bushes?"

Zheng Min took a sip of his drink and said, "I've thought about that too. I went through all the old recordings to see which woman had noticed my camera, but there wasn't a single one."

I wanted to remind him, "What if it was a man?" I wondered if I should go home and tell my wife, so she could prepare to perform. But then I thought, saying that would be like slapping myself in the face, so I immediately swallowed my words and casually said, "Uh, do you think it might not be the woman from Building 7?"

"No, no, I saw her run into Building 7 that day."

"Then who could it be?"

"I don't know..." Zheng Min sighed deeply, staring at the sunset outside the window for a while, then said, "Ever since I met that slut, I haven't been sleeping or eating properly, I'm like a sleepwalker."

Looking at Zheng Min's self-pitying expression, I noticed he really did look much more haggard than before. I comforted him, "Don't think too much about it, just find a proper woman."

"No! I have to find one."

Under the pressure of Zheng Min's determination, my wife and I gradually reduced our exciting games, mostly confining ourselves to the bed at home. The excitement of our orgasms was often not as great as before, which made me quite unhappy. Under the pressure of lust ,

I found myself becoming increasingly vulnerable, feeling my bottom line getting lower and lower, while my wife's bottom line seemed to be retreating as well.

I inserted a dog tail that Old Tang had seen into my wife's anus, and made Xiao Hui wear it, crawling around the living room like a female dog. I took out a leather whip and lashed Xiao Hui's naked buttocks, venting our pent-up lust. We were like a pair of wild beasts locked in a cage, desperately trying to break free.

"Slut, does it feel good to be whipped like this?"

"Mmm, ahh...so good...harder, harder, husband!" My wife lay on the ground, her beautiful buttocks raised high, her two hands spreading her buttocks apart so that my whip could strike her anus directly, hitting her wet, tender vulva, making her juices splash out of her cavity.

"Not enough! Not enough! More lewd! More lewd!"

"Ah...ah..." My wife twisted her hips, moaning wildly, the whip striking her vulva, making her labia fly to the side.

But I still felt my wife wasn't lewd enough, not shameless enough! I threw the whip heavily to the ground, went into the bathroom, turned on the tap, and cold water cascaded over my head, my burning body seeming to rise in a layer of steam.

My wife came into the bathroom, hugged me from behind, and gently pressed against my back. "What's wrong?"

I turned around, kissed her red lips, and then slowly released her, saying, "Wife, I can't hold back anymore, I'm going to do whatever it takes."

My wife's body trembled slightly, and she said, "What do you want to do?"

I looked into my wife's eyes and solemnly said, "Have a lewd dream!"

Night, deep night, the dark night sky dotted with stars, insects playing a beautiful nocturne.

Wife: "Honey, are we really going to do this?"

"Shh, keep your voice down."

The security guard's room in the apartment complex was dark. Looking through the clear glass window, Zheng Min was propping his head up with one hand, leaning against the window, dozing off.

He was the only one on duty today. An hour ago, I watched him patrol his route from my window.

I'd been preparing for tonight's game since last week. I'd found out about the security deployment and Zheng Min's schedule. Once I was sure I had everything under control, my wife and I began our operation.

Tonight was the perfect opportunity to unleash the pent-up desires my wife and I had accumulated, to fulfill my erotic dream—a dream that wasn't just mine, but also Xiao Hui's and Zheng Min's.

My wife and I went out one after the other. She wore a mask, so she wasn't afraid of being caught on camera. I went around the cameras, through the bushes, and met her at the security guard's room.

"I'll go lock the security room door first."

"How?"

"Watch me."

I crouched down carefully, squatted by the security room door, inserted the iron bar I had prepared into the bolt, and pulled it twice to make sure the door was securely locked from the outside.

My wife watched from the side with a squinting smile, her eyes, through the eye holes of her mask, full of allure, shimmering with captivating waves in the moonlight.

"Wife, are you ready?" I returned to my wife's side, took her soft little hand, and gently squeezed it. Xiao Hui's hands were sweaty, her palms were wet. My wife looked at me, then took a few deep breaths behind her mask and nodded.

My wife walked towards the security room, while I hid in a blind spot next to it, vigilantly watching my surroundings to prevent any accidents.

My wife reached the security room and gently knocked on the window.

"Knock knock...knock..."

"Hmm..." Zheng Min, inside the security room, groggily sat up. He rubbed his eyes, looking confused as if he hadn't seen what was knocking on the window. He yawned, then finally opened his eyes wide. In an instant, he froze on the spot. He saw my wife, saw the slut who haunted his dreams.

My wife saw Zheng Min staring directly at her, seemingly a little nervous. She couldn't help but take a step back, but seeing that Zheng Min couldn't open the security room door, she slowly began to unbutton her trench coat.

The trench coat slid smoothly down his wife's body, revealing a red dog collar around her neck. Below the collar were a pair of full, white, and proud breasts, each nipple holding a clothespin. The nipples stood erect with excitement under the clamps. The coat slid down to his wife's slender waist, where she cradled it with her hands.

Zheng Min stared wide-eyed, mouth agape, as if in a daze.

His wife slowly began to sway her hips before him, performing a seductive dance as if she had performed it in front of the camera that night. Her hair danced lightly over her shoulders, and her alluring breasts swayed before Zheng Min, firmly drawing his gaze.

The wife's eyes, hidden behind her mask, provocatively gazed at Zheng Min. Her small hand slowly moved to the clothespin on her chest, pinching the end of the wooden clip, causing the clip biting her nipple to loosen its grip little by little. "Mmm..." The wife couldn't help but let out a seductive moan, a moan like a long sword piercing Zheng Min's heart, causing him to shudder.

He instinctively tried to push the iron door of the security room again, but the door didn't budge. His expression was a mixture of excitement and astonishment.

"Who are you? Who are you?!"

The wife didn't answer Zheng Min's question. Her slender waist continued to twist back and forth like a water snake, slowly eroding Zheng Min's reason.

The wife reached down and removed the second clip from her nipple. Her trench coat slid down to her ankles, revealing her bare vulva. She wore no underwear, and a fluffy dog tail dangled between her legs, the end of which was inserted into her anus. Her clean vulva was hairless, her mons pubis slightly raised, her labia full and plump, with a narrow slit between them. She wore sexy stockings, the lace trim of which concealed two rotating vibrators. The

wife pulled one vibrator from the stockings and waved it at Zheng Min, then pulled out the other and waved it at Zheng Min as if letting him decide which one he would use.

Zheng Min's eyes were fixed on a thick, green-glowing penis. The wife turned her face towards the penis and, as if agreeing, moved it to her breasts. The rotating glans swirled around her nipples, rubbing against her sensitive nipples.

"You slut, you're that bitch! Do you know I've been looking for you? Let me out, let me out!" Zheng Min shouted at his wife, pushing against the iron gate in a fit of rage.

His wife took a small step to the side, letting her legs naturally spread. The dildo slid down her slender waist, touched her mons pubis, spread her labia, and rotated at her vaginal opening. A trickle of vaginal fluid flowed down her open vulva, dripping onto the glans and forming a glistening puddle.

The dildo continued to rotate at his wife's vaginal opening, but she didn't rush to insert it. She seemed to deliberately slow down the pace, drawing Zheng Min's attention to her private parts.

Zheng Min gripped the windowsill railing. The window in front of him was too small; he knew he couldn't climb out. He shook the railing forcefully, as if trying to dismantle the security booth.

Hiding in the corner, I watched my wife's lewd performance, watching her seduce Zheng Min like a prostitute, watching Zheng Min's expression as if he were about to pounce on my wife and devour her, imagining the scene of my wife being raped. I felt my perverse lust being released.

Zheng Min leaned forward, unable to leave the security room, and involuntarily loosened his pants, rubbing his engorged penis, his expression one of burning anticipation for his wife to penetrate further.

My wife's hands parted her labia, spreading her two red lips wide open, the glans gleaming green, pressed against the entrance of her vaginal opening. The tender flesh of her vaginal opening writhed and sucked on the glans, slowly, slowly, swallowing the glans little by little into the cavity, until the entire shaft, as thick as three fingers, was completely swallowed by my wife's vagina, the cavity contracting as if savoring the deliciousness of the penis.

"Mmm..." The wife moaned and panted, her hand moving in and out of his penis. The penis thrust in and out of her wet vagina, churning the tender flesh inside. Gushes of vaginal fluid flowed out, running down the thick shaft to the base, sliding over her fingers, and dripping to the ground.

"Slut! Hey! Slut! Don't use that! Use mine! My cock to satisfy you!"

Zheng Min yelled at his wife as if in a breakdown. He desperately reached for Xiao Hui in front of him, his eyes bloodshot. Saliva sprayed from his mouth as he spoke, hitting his erect penis on the table with a "thump, thump."

The wife continued masturbating in front of Zheng Min, maintaining a safe distance—a distance that allowed him to see but not touch.

Seeing Zheng Min's loss of control, his wife became even more wanton. She twisted her hips and moaned unrestrainedly in front of him. She clipped the clothespins back onto her nipples, bouncing them back and forth. The green dildo made a series of "plop plop" sounds as it penetrated her vagina. The other dildo was pressed against her clitoris. The continuous assault of the two dildos caused her to convulse, gushing out streams of vaginal fluid that cascaded onto the ground like a shower.

Seeing that his wife was unmoved by his screams, Zheng Min gave up struggling to escape the security room and began masturbating with her face to face.

The wife's high heels twitched on the ground, and a small foot encased in stockings slipped out. She didn't put the shoes back on; it seemed she didn't have time. Her arms continued to thrust the dildo into her vagina repeatedly. Her bare, stockinged feet pressed against the ground, her toes curling excitedly beneath the dark stockings. Her body trembled violently, as if in an earthquake.

"Ah...so good...so good..." The wife's moans turned into screams. The green penis was deeply inserted into her vagina, while another penis vibrated her clitoris like a bouncing marble. A large gush of vaginal fluid shot out, bursting from the opening and spraying outwards, with many drops of water dripping down.

"Oh!" Zheng Min, in the security room, stretched his neck and extended his tongue, seemingly trying his best to taste his wife's fluids.

"Ugh..." His wife's legs trembled, almost collapsing to her knees. The intense orgasm seemed to have exhausted her. Her legs bent, trembling in mid-air. The dildo inside her slipped to the ground, writhing in the pool of liquid...

With a "bang," Zheng Min forcefully kicked open the security room door, bending the metal rod that had been tucked into the bolt.

His wife seemed startled. She quickly picked up the dildo, tucked it back into the lace of her stockings, put on her shoes, draped her coat over her shoulders, and disappeared into the night.

Zheng Min watched his wife's departing figure from inside the security room, feeling both reluctant and disappointed. His hot semen piled up on the wooden table in the room...

For the next two days, Zheng Min didn't come to work. I asked Lao Tang why she hadn't come, and he said she had resigned and gone to work elsewhere. This surprised me and made me feel a little lost, as if something was missing from my life.

Lao Tang took out a package and handed it to me, saying it was left for me by Zheng Min. When I got home, I opened it and found a disc inside. I put the disc into the DVD player, and on the TV screen, a masked wife was seen walking unsteadily back from the roadside. Just as she entered the building, she took off her mask…

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