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 after drinking, 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 fun."

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 of the car, had been raised. The boss was now squeezed into the middle, leaning against my wife, burying his face in her hair, and greedily inhaling its scent. 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 a jumble of emotions, a mixture of sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, and salty flavors: 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 unbearably 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, glancing at 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 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 made beads of sweat appear on her waist. He was vigorously thrusting, 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.

Meanwhile, the boss reached his final moment. He lifted his wife's shirt and buried his face in her breasts, ravaging them. From my position, I couldn't see if he was sucking her nipples, but from his incoherent babbling, I knew he was definitely sucking something. I hoped it wasn't her tongue; this was my last line of defense!

My wife's plaintive moan dispelled my concerns. Yes, if she didn't cooperate, it would be impossible for him to kiss her lips in this position.

The boss's heavy groan rang out: "Oh... oh..." Accompanying this was a long moan from my wife: "Ah... ooh..." I thought the boss had ejaculated. Every time I ejaculated, my wife would say, "Ah... so hot, so comfortable..." But this time she didn't. She didn't dare say it, but I knew she must have been enjoying it.

When the boss's scalding semen shot into her uterus, I wondered if it felt more intense than mine? I dared not think further, and focused on driving. Silence returned to the car. Sister Zhang pulled out a tissue from the hood to wipe her mouth and leaned back in her seat, feigning sleep. The rustling sound of clothes being put on in the back seat was followed by silence, except for the howling wind echoing around the car, as if lamenting something.

Nothing more was said that night; my wife and I slept in separate rooms.

The next day, the boss called me into his office, telling me the contract in City C had been finalized. He praised my performance the previous day, and because of the huge contract amount, 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 her heart's content. How much of an impact will this shadow have on my future life and our marital relationship? Will I still feel happy? Was this trade worth it? Countless questions flooded my mind…

December 12th,

a sunny Monday. The work at the company was as busy as ever. Seven days had passed since what happened last week, and everything seemed to have returned to normal. In 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 abuse, she still shifted the blame onto someone else.

If the client's molestation was because my persuasion put pressure on her, then the boss's actual assault was entirely due to my wife's tacit approval. Perhaps she would resent 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 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 actions: "Because of the 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, but my wife refused. He invited us again on Saturday night, and my wife refused again. Last night, the boss invited us for the third time with great enthusiasm. I know exactly what the boss is thinking, but I can't embarrass him again and again. After failing to persuade my wife, I went to the invitation 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 the 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. Xiaofeng is one of us, what's there to be afraid of? If we don't guide them to find the true joy in 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. Xiaofeng did very well last week; he's a promising talent."

Since what happened last week, the four of us had never mentioned it again. This was the first time we brought it up in public, which 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 and having 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 couples' 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 enjoy myself with the boss and his wife, then the boss would also enjoy himself 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 between her legs 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?"

A wave of bitterness washed over me. For my wife's sake, I had embarrassed my boss and his wife. I knew that being rejected like this was incredibly frustrating; not everyone could accept such a cold shoulder. Tomorrow, I might face a cold reception, and possibly even be forced to resign. My wife not only failed to understand my feelings but also made sarcastic remarks, which I found unbearable. So I retorted, "Yeah, unlike you, one Mr. Wang and you're so satisfied you won't let me touch you for a week!"

This day had touched too many taboos; the tacit understanding we had maintained for a week was ruthlessly shattered. My wife and I finally dragged that day's topic out of the shadows and attacked each other.

My wife was speechless, two lines of humiliated tears sliding down her cheeks. Without a word, she grabbed her pillow and ran into the guest room, slamming the door shut with a loud bang. I knew my words had been harsh, but what angered me even more was that my wife's sarcasm had broken my heart, even though she had no idea what had happened that day.

Today, my mood is the complete opposite of the bright sunshine; it's overcast. I don't know how it will be at the office. Last night, I deliberately didn't drive home. That BMW, filled with humiliation, is parked in the garage of the boss's villa. I didn't expect to get it back today; maybe I'd be fired in a couple of days.

But to my surprise, the boss assigned me my tasks as usual, as if nothing had happened last night. I started to doubt whether I really went to the boss's house last night, whether those things that only happen in my fantasies really did happen. Didn't I refuse them last night? I didn't drink myself into oblivion, did I? Yes, the BMW is proof; what happened last night was real. So why isn't today like I imagined? Why is everything normal?

When I was leaving work, I ran into the boss at the elevator. He casually said, "Xiao Feng, take my car. Why did you forget to drive last night? You can drive it back to my place." Are the boss and his wife really just seeking some kind of ultimate pleasure, as they say? Maybe so! Their worldview is simply beyond the comprehension of people like us. That kind of open-mindedness requires a very high level of spiritual attainment to support it. My thoughts seem so narrow-minded, making me feel ashamed.

Have I been brainwashed? This thought startled me. I'm undergoing a transformation, and a sense of unease is creeping into my heart.

December 15th, clear blue skies.

This week has been peaceful. My boss went on a business trip, and my wife went back to her parents' house. I don't know if she's genuinely angry or just continuing to sulk. Whatever, she always sleeps in separate rooms after arguments, and if the fight gets really bad, she goes back to her parents' house, but she always comes back obediently after a few days. It's become a habit.

In the two days since my boss left, Sister Zhang has called me, inviting me out for tea and a chat. Because I have a lot of work to do at the company in the first few days of the week, and my mood hasn't calmed down yet, I naturally declined her invitation. Tomorrow's the weekend, and I was so bored after work today, I called Sister Zhang and asked her to meet me at a teahouse near my home. She readily agreed.

We booked the best table, and since it was nearby, I arrived first. I sat in a private booth, leisurely sipping tea, gazing absently at the street scene outside the window, lost in thought about the recent events, feeling restless and uneasy.

About ten minutes later, Sister Zhang arrived as promised. She looked beautiful today; the saying "a woman's beauty is 30% natural and 70% about how she dresses" is absolutely true. Sister Zhang is actually quite beautiful; though in her thirties, she looks like she's only in her early twenties. Only a few faint wrinkles on her neck hint at her true age. Women pay great attention to facial care, so it's hard to see the signs of aging on a woman's face.

Sister Zhang sat down opposite me. She placed her Chanel bag on her lap and said impatiently, "Xiao Feng, it's so hard to get a date with you! Why did you suddenly decide to ask me out today?"

I smiled shyly. "Sister Zhang, you know how busy I am from Monday to Wednesday. I was just promoted to department head, so I have to do everything myself. Otherwise, how can I establish authority in the team?"

"No wonder my husband always says he trusts you. He doesn't even give you, Sister Zhang, face. How could he not trust you?" Sister Zhang smiled charmingly and took a sip of the latte the waiter had just brought her. She didn't like tea, so she ordered a coffee.

"By the way, I have two dance hall tickets a friend gave me yesterday. I was just worried about who would go with me! If you don't have anything important to do tonight, would you come with me?" Sister Zhang put down her cup and looked at me expectantly.

I agreed without hesitation. Going back to my empty house alone at night would be even more boring, so I figured I might as well find something to do. Besides, I was really looking forward to my date with Sister Zhang.

It's human nature to be lustful. When my wife is around, I'm completely focused on her because I love her deeply. My lustful nature is only expressed online; in reality, I'm oblivious to even a beautiful and charming woman like Sister Zhang. But since the "BMW" incident, I seem to have changed. After my beloved wife was molested by a client and assaulted by my boss, my beliefs began to waver. The primal desires buried deep within me started to take root and sprout, and they were completely aroused after the dinner with my boss and his wife last Sunday night. With

my goddess in real life utterly destroyed, her sacred aura vanished, and evil lust slowly grew, eroding my soul. I felt myself becoming self-destructive, like I'd given up entirely. Since I couldn't protect the angel, why not completely succumb to the devil? This is a true reflection of my state of mind. Perhaps in the eyes of the owners, my thoughts are the devil, a terrible demon blocking the path to paradise. Who can explain it?

I paid the bill, left the teahouse with Sister Zhang, walked to the parking lot of my apartment complex, and sped off in my BMW 320i—the one that always makes my heart race whenever I see it—towards the area Sister Zhang indicated. Sister Zhang didn't drive today; she sat in the passenger seat and gave me a meaningful look. I sensed that ambiguous atmosphere, and the scene from that night's drive flashed through my mind. My heart raced, and my face felt a little flushed. I think my face was already red to the roots of my ears!

What makes humans advanced is their self-awareness, their thoughts, and their beliefs. When the heart is preoccupied, everything else is ignored. In the last incident, my wife was assaulted in the back seat. Anger, fear, helplessness—negative emotions controlled my brain, making me lose the ability to think. In the moment when one's beliefs are shattered, one loses self-awareness; all that remains is desire—the desire for revenge, the desire for savagery. Primitive desires commanded my body, and it was at this moment that Sister Zhang provided an outlet for my desires. So I unleashed them all, devoid of any pleasure or enjoyment.

But now I can think for myself. Recalling the scene, I feel both excited and incredibly thrilled. If the climax then was fueled by the anger and helplessness I felt witnessing my wife's humiliation, then the current excitement is entirely due to Sister Zhang. My desire has already been stirred, and the allure of a beautiful young woman like Sister Zhang is fatal.

We drove in silence, the only sounds being the ambiguous atmosphere and the faint scent of Sister Zhang's perfume filling the narrow space of the car. When we arrived, I parked the car and glanced at the so-called "dance hall." It was actually just a private club; ordinary dance halls aren't that high-class. I suspected the tickets were fake. These kinds of clubs are never open to the public; usually, it's an annual fee, and only members are eligible to enter. Since it's a membership system, why would they bother printing tickets? Each member's face is their ticket.

Sure enough, the young man in a suit standing at the door bowed respectfully to Sister Zhang and said loudly, "Good evening, Sister Zhang!" I got goosebumps. I rarely frequented these kinds of places, so I felt extremely uncomfortable. Sister Zhang, however, seemed very familiar with the place. She smiled and handed her handbag to the young man, glancing back at me as she introduced him, "This is my friend, Xiao Feng." The young man immediately bowed respectfully again, "Good evening, Brother Feng!"

After goosebumps covered my skin, we were led to a lounge. As I was thinking, "Seriously? We're in a room already? What's the difference between this and a hotel?" the beautiful woman who had led us there smiled and bowed gently, saying, "Please rest a bit. The performance won't start for another half hour." I calmed myself down, embarrassed by my overthinking.

Watching the model-like woman turn and leave, I felt a sense of disorientation. Where was I? Why did Sister Zhang bring me here? What would the performance be like? A string of questions swirled in my mind, vaguely connecting to the private club games the boss had mentioned. My heart raced again, my face flushed, but the anticipation deep inside me kept me excited.

Sister Zhang sat on the luxurious sofa, smiling at me. She patted the empty space beside her and said, "What are you standing there for? That beautiful woman has bewitched you! Come, sit down for a bit, there are still twenty minutes left!" I touched my hair, smiled sheepishly, and walked over to sit next to Sister Zhang.

The faint, sweet fragrance emanating from her wafted into my nostrils, making my heart flutter. Trying to calm myself, I turned my head away, pretending to look at the room's decor, avoiding her eyes lest the ambiguous atmosphere and fragrance engulf me.

"You really are a good man. Xiao Juan was right, I find myself liking you more and more."

Accompanied by Sister Zhang's silvery laughter, this inexplicable remark left me bewildered. When did my wife say this to Sister Zhang? Why would she say that? Suddenly, a sense of relief washed over me. My wife enjoys shopping with Sister Zhang; they're practically best friends. My relationship with my boss is largely thanks to my wife occasionally whispering in Sister Zhang's ear, and then Sister Zhang in turn whispering sweet nothings in my boss's ear—that's how he came to trust me today.

But then I remembered Sister Zhang's last words, and I felt uneasy again. What was she implying? Was tonight a deliberate arrangement for her to...? I don't understand why I was so brave driving home that night, yet so cowardly today. In this situation, with my boss not around, my humble desire to protect my wife is completely unfounded. Why am I still so timid? Just half the courage I had that night would be enough.

Perhaps this is the primal excitement brought on by alcohol combined with visual and emotional stimulation, leading to recklessness! Without alcohol or external stimulation, I become a coward—the "good man" my wife and Sister Zhang talk about. I smiled bitterly to myself.

Just as I was lost in thought, I felt a warm sensation near my ear. Sister Zhang whispered close to my ear, "Good man, you really choked me that night." She seemed to read my mind, seducing my soul with this ambiguous approach. The softness and warmth of her breasts pressed against my arm made me lose control.

I turned my face, gazing into her alluring eyes; now there was almost no distance between us. Her breath, sweet as orchids, suddenly intensified, assaulting my senses. I couldn't help but kiss her tempting red lips. Our lips met, and her tongue, like an eel, explored my mouth, greedily sucking every inch.

I never expected Sister Zhang to be so proactive, and her French kissing skills were so superb. In less than a minute, I felt completely relaxed and intoxicated. My hand unconsciously moved towards the protruding parts of Sister Zhang's chest; they felt soft and rounded to the touch. Even through her clothes, I could feel that Sister Zhang wasn't wearing a bra today. Her breasts were large and firm, needing no bra at all. I even suspected she never wore

one. Maintaining such a perfect figure in her thirties was truly admirable and enviable. My desire was completely aroused; my lower body throbbed painfully. Suddenly, I felt an unrestrained, powerful erection. I realized that Sister Zhang's hand had unzipped my pants and pulled down my underwear, completely exposing my manhood. Just like last time in the car, without any warning, I was quite surprised by her skill. Sister Zhang had reached a level of mastery in this area, like some legendary masters of seduction. A woman's bra and panties were already off while she was being showered with sweet words, and she only woke up at the moment of penetration, exclaiming, "How could this be?" as if hypnotized.

I enjoyed this state, feeling myself enveloped in love every single second without realizing it, wasting no time on any crucial steps to remove obstacles, so natural, perfect, and seamless. In a fragrant, warm, and comfortable atmosphere, I was completely naked. The liberating feeling of being utterly naked felt like shedding all burdens and worries, making me even more excited. Ironically, it was my clumsiness that prevented me from removing any of Sister Zhang's clothes; they were just crumpled and disheveled from my kneading and pulling.

Humans are somewhat exhibitionistic; the act of blatantly displaying one's masculinity in front of a beautiful woman, even if her clothing is incomplete, is incredibly stimulating, arousing a unique impulse. Sister Zhang understood men perfectly, so everything she did, seemingly unintentionally, always catered to the deepest desires of men, driving them to madness and confusion, irresistibly drawing them into the vortex of lust she created.

Her methods were so sophisticated, making men lose themselves. At that moment, I even felt I had fallen deeply in love with the woman before me, my wife completely forgotten. I frantically tore at every piece of clothing covering the woman's beautiful body, until her soft, white skin was completely exposed before me.

My nose inhaled the fragrance of every part of her body, my lips traced her cool skin, and my tongue left a glistening trail of moisture on her skin. At each sensitive spot, Zhang Jie's body trembled, and a soft moan escaped her throat, stimulating every nerve in my brain. Like discovering a treasure, I finally understood the deadly allure emanating from Zhang Jie—something I could never find in my wife.

Behind the surging desire, a nameless fear rose. I had opened Pandora's box; could I turn back? The fear was instantly overwhelmed by the surging lust. I buried my face between Zhang Jie's legs, greedily sucking at her abundant secretions, lost in a sea of lust, inhaling the pungent, erotic scent of her pubic hair, the slippery warmth, the melodious moans—the multi-sensory stimulation had captured every cell in my body.

Sister Zhang cried out in a perfectly timed, pitiful voice, "Wind...fuck me...fuck me to death...I want it..." At that moment, her voice was absolutely the most beautiful sound in the world. Ignoring everything else, I slid my already throbbing penis into Sister Zhang's vagina, easily disappearing completely inside. The soft flesh of her vagina gripped me tightly, and I didn't want to come out. At the same time, Sister Zhang's hands hooked around my neck, and her wet, fragrant tongue once again explored my mouth, teasing and tantalizing me with tender affection.

I had never experienced such a continuous, intertwined stimulation and nourishment of love and desire. The floodgates of my mind and body collapsed simultaneously. I held Sister Zhang with all my might, like a struggle before death, and after less than ten frantic thrusts, I ejaculated. The semen gushing from my body seemed to carry my soul into Sister Zhang's vagina, rushing into her uterus. In a daze, I felt as if I had entered her body, merging with her, and could never be separated again...

Lost in my reverie, I lay on top of Sister Zhang, unable to move for a long time. Sister Zhang gently embraced me, breathing heavily as she whispered sweet nothings in my ear. My mind was blank at that moment, and I couldn't hear what she was saying at all.

About five minutes later, I gradually regained my senses and said apologetically to Sister Zhang, "Sister Zhang, I'm sorry, I must have disappointed you today. I don't usually get along with Xiao Juan this quickly." Sister

Zhang smiled sweetly, "Doesn't this just prove you're a good man?"

I was both amused and exasperated, and after a long silence, I whispered, "But the feeling with you is just so wonderful, I simply couldn't control myself."

Sister Zhang smiled even more happily, and just as she was about to say something, there was a knock on the door, and a gentle voice asked from outside, "Sister Zhang, the show has started, would you like to watch?"

Sister Zhang raised her voice and said to the door, "Okay, I'll arrange it myself." Then she turned to me and whispered, "Xiao Feng, that program isn't suitable for you to watch right now." After the footsteps outside faded away, she added mysteriously, "I have a program that you can only listen to. Do you want to listen?"

I looked at Sister Zhang, puzzled, wondering what she was up to. But my insatiable curiosity made me even more eager to know what even more exciting surprise was hidden behind the great pleasure Sister Zhang had brought me today.

December 22nd, a

bitterly cold Thursday. The people in the company seemed to be affected by the awful weather, listless and huddled in their air-conditioned rooms, unwilling to move. All their enthusiasm and energy seemed frozen by the December chill, lifeless and stagnant. My heart was also on the verge of death, pierced and frozen by the biting wind, barely clinging to life, without a single desire to beat.

Last Thursday's events are still vivid in my mind, like a heavy hammer blow to my already wounded heart. The already unbalanced heart could not withstand the strain and finally collapsed, turning into nothingness. There is no greater sorrow than a broken heart. For a week, what I heard, experienced, and thought that night has been replaying in my mind, much like the endless repetition of a teleshopping jingle, utterly irritating. You can change the channel, but you can't escape the torment that plagues your heart.

Under my expectant gaze, Sister Zhang smiled mysteriously. What she was about to bring me was not a surprise, but a nightmare—she pulled an iPhone 4S from the pocket of her coat beside her. Sister Zhang's flawless white body leaned back on the sofa, her slender fingers stroking the keyboard, producing melodious electronic notes. A moment later, a mournful cry emanated from the iPhone 4S, drifting through the quiet air, chilling to the bone.

My heart skipped a beat. My limp lower body seemed to be infused with life force by that mournful cry, regaining its vitality. I slowly approached Sister Zhang's alluring figure, gently pulling her into my arms, burying my nose in her beautiful hair, inhaling her intoxicating fragrance, and enjoying the tenderness under my eyelids, in my breath, in my palms, and on my body. Listening to the mournful sounds that rose and fell from the iPhone 4S, it was all so perfect that I was momentarily out of it, floating like a god, so much so that I didn't notice how familiar the mournful sound was!

"Oh... Xiao Juan, stick your butt up a little higher... Yes, that's it, you look so lewd, you're irresistible!" A rude voice from the iPhone 4S plunged me from heaven to hell. I stared blankly at the object in Sister Zhang's hand that was making the sound, frozen in place, completely unresponsive, as cold and stiff as a statue.

Sister Zhang slowly put down the object in her hand, her slender fingertips tracing my naked body. Her warm, moist lips pressed against my chest, her smooth tongue circling my nipple, sometimes sucking, sometimes lightly licking. Her alluring eyes rolled upwards, watching my expression with a knowing look, seemingly enjoying my performance. Her increasingly rapid breaths sprayed onto my skin, revealing her growing excitement. What kind of mentality was this? I had no idea and no time to care. At that moment, I was so shocked by that sound that I lost the ability to think.

"Whoosh...whoosh...gurgle...Xiao Juan, your juices smell so good! Is it good for me to lick you like this, on all fours? Hahaha!" That hateful white object continued to make sounds that sent chills down my spine. My heart clenched, and I almost went into shock.

"Old Wang, don't just focus on your pleasure, let Xiao Juan say what's on her mind too!" It turns out that hell has more than eighteen levels.

"Oh...oh...oh, so good, I don't want to pull it out. Hehe, come on, Xiaojuan, tell me how you feel right now." The boss's disgusting voice came from the white magic box.

"Mmm...woo...woo...I...I feel so good, I'm so weak from being licked by Boss Li..." The depth of hell was far beyond my imagination.

"Ahaha, I'm so excited. Since Xiaojuan likes it, I'll work even harder. I love your pussy so much, I could eat it a thousand times and never get tired of it. Swoosh...glug...glug..."

"Woo woo~~mmm~~ah~~ugh~~uh woo woo..."

A clear image appeared before my eyes: my wife was lying naked between two men, her black hair was being pulled by the boss, her mouth was filled with that disgusting huge penis, and her buttocks were sticking up high. The incredibly ugly client was buried between his wife's legs, greedily sucking her vaginal fluids. His nose was pressed against her anus, inhaling the pungent odor that excited him immensely. His rough tongue, curled into a tube, squeezed into her vagina, scraping the glistening nectar from the vaginal walls, gulping it down with a "glug, glug" sound, as if it were an elixir of immortality, afraid of missing a single drop. His hands gripped his wife's fair buttocks tightly, trying to spread her labia, making her pink valley open as wide as possible so that his tongue could penetrate deeper and scrape more...

The familiar warmth returned from below. He hadn't cleaned himself after ejaculating, and his penis, mixed with the scent of my semen and Zhang Jie's vaginal fluids, certainly didn't smell good, but Zhang Jie still took it into her mouth without hesitation, pressing it against her nose, her fragrant tongue swirling around, trying to please me and her strange fetish. Was this man, whose heart and lungs were breaking, really that attractive to her?

"Old Li, all you like is licking? Let me tell you, Xiao Juan's pussy feels even better."

Sister Zhang held my penis with her left hand, diligently licking my manhood, while her right hand reached down to her crotch and rubbed it, her posture incredibly lewd.

"You don't know anything, once you've had your fill, you'll naturally want to fuck. Last time I didn't get it, this time I'm going to have my fill from top to bottom!"

I slumped weakly against the sofa back, but my lower body became even harder, my last bit of hope completely shattered. This wasn't a recording from that banquet; this was real, another act of molestation. Perhaps in a little while, the molestation would turn into rape, and that damned client would soon get what he wanted. However, the excruciating pain in my heart was slowly transforming into a strange pleasure. I tried to suppress this transformation, but the physical ecstasy was something that willpower could not overcome. I felt sorry for my own weakness of will.

"Oh...oh...that feels so good, Xiao Juan. Although your oral skills are still a bit clumsy, your innocent face is the biggest stimulus. My gentle, virtuous, and kind wife, Xiao Feng, has such a lewd side. I absolutely adore it!"

Sister Zhang's seemingly expressive eyes blazed with lust as she greedily gazed at my expression. A blush was already forming on her chest and neck; I knew she was close to climax. Our intercourse earlier was just a prelude; now I was her true prey.

"Old Wang, stop for a moment. I'm going to fuck Xiao Juan now. This time, I'm going to make her beg me to fuck her!" Is hell truly bottomless?

"Oh...oh...you're ruthless, you're so exciting. One sentence almost made me ejaculate."

My heart had shattered into powder, disintegrating into its molecular structure and disappearing into the surrounding lewd air. I don't know what my expression looked like at that moment, but Sister Zhang let out a deafening moan. She raised her head high, closed her eyes tightly, her body arched in a folded position, her whole body flushed pink, and a stream of fluid spurted from her slightly upturned buttocks. Even I, who had been in a daze, was startled. Having never seen such a bizarre sight of a woman's orgasm, I gaped in astonishment.

"Come on, Xiao Juan, do you want your Brother Li to fuck you?"

Sister Zhang, having reached orgasm through masturbation, looked at me with a silly smile. After a short rest, she coiled around my body like a water snake. I felt the unique warmth and fragrance of a woman in heat from her slightly flushed skin and fine beads of sweat. My wicked desire overflowed like a flood, and a voice cried out: "Juan, would you beg that bastard?" "

I...I...I want..."

I frantically pushed the water snake into my arms, ravaging her smooth, delicate body, venting my uncontrollable anger and desire. The voice in my heart began to roar: "Juan! Is this my Juan? Are you really the Juan I love so deeply?"

"Say it out loud: Brother Li, I want you to fuck me, fuck me to death!"

My anger was about to consume me, and the water snake beneath me let out a "whimpering" trembling sound, on the verge of another climax.

"Li...Brother Li...I want you...fuck...me, fuck me hard...ah...die...woo...I...uh...uh..." Before my wife could finish speaking, a series of "plop," "slurp," and "slap slap slap" sounds rang out.

I knew that bastard had already penetrated and started fucking my wife. The pain that had been unbearable welled up from the bottom of my heart was no longer pain, but a slightly sour pleasure. This feeling of pain and pleasure was something I had never experienced before. Perhaps I had felt it that time in the car, but not so clearly. That time, the pain overwhelmed the pleasure, but this time, the pleasure completely suppressed the pain in my heart. No, extreme pain gives rise to pleasure. The pleasure I felt now was the previous pain, a product of the same thing. Is this what people often call the phoenix rising from the ashes? Have I completely transformed?

"Oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...hoo...ah...Xiao Juan, I can't take it anymore, you little slut, you're too horny! Oh...ah...hoo...hoo..."

My wife's image appeared before my eyes again, like a mirage. Her snow-white buttocks trembled helplessly under the scum's onslaught. The scum had already ejaculated his filthy semen into her uterus, leaving behind a stain. The leaked semen flowed down her fair inner thighs, drawing shameful, bestial patterns on her inner thighs and down to her knees. The boss's filthy semen had also filled her mouth, pouring down her throat. She choked, tears streaming down her face, yet she had to swallow it all in humiliation. How much of those tears were real, and how much were fake?

My pleasure was pushed to its peak by this surreal scene, unbearable, yet unnecessary. With a volcanic eruption, all the pain, helplessness, despair, and humiliation vanished, splashing deep into the womb of the water snake beneath me, leaving only comfort and pleasure. The semen, saturated with pain and humiliation, also filled the water snake's desire.

Zhang Jie, climaxing again, clung tightly to my body, her nails digging into my back, leaving eight bloody scratches. Were these the marks left by the devil after successfully transforming me? Would I become Satan's servant from now on? Or had an angel drawn the marks of wings on my back, transforming me into an earthly spirit, flying to the blissful paradise? In any case, my transformation was not yet complete, but it was only a matter of time.

December 31st, a misty day.

Today is the last day of 2011, and 2012 will arrive in just a few hours. Whether the approaching 2012 will become the end of the century as predicted by the Mayan calendar, I don't know, but I know my doomsday has passed. Although the road ahead is as unclear as the weather today, I can vaguely feel the stirrings of new life calling to me. If 2012 really is the end of the world, then with the demise of the old era, the dawn of the new era will surely sweep away the gloom of the end times, revealing a brand new face. This is the unchanging cycle of the six realms of

reincarnation. After half a month of self-imposed confinement, my chaotic emotions and thoughts slowly began to form order, and finally, on this day at the end of the century, I broke free of my cocoon and transformed into a butterfly.

Before today, my wife and boss hadn't shown up, and their phones were switched off. At first, I tried calling their cell phones repeatedly, but I gradually gave up hope. They were intentionally avoiding me, so why bother?

Sister Zhang had been by my side the whole time. In the past two weeks, I've deeply felt her gentleness, beauty, thoughtfulness, charm, wantonness, and strangeness... She was a combination of all these seemingly impossible elements, both fresh and exciting. We had endless, relentless sex, with different methods and different people.

I also became a regular at that private club, witnessing firsthand the sex games I could never have imagined before. The main characters in each performance were, of course, Sister Zhang and me. Except for one group sex session that was a bit chaotic, the rest were 3P or 4P. I had become Sister Zhang's husband, enjoying the sexual bliss that I shouldn't have been playing. Perhaps this was the main reason why I could suddenly accept these crazy games!

In the past two weeks, Sister Zhang seemed to have inexhaustible passion. I had fully understood her peculiar tastes. Whenever I showed a hint of timidity or jealousy because I wasn't used to group sex, she would become unusually excited. Her orgasms came from my reactions.

"You know what? You're like a virgin."

"You looked so cute when you were jealous when someone else was having sex with me."

"You were so into it when you were having sex with Xiao Chen's wife today, I was jealous."

Occasionally, Sister Zhang would tease me when we were alone after a passionate encounter. I didn't take it seriously, but in fact, in the past two weeks, I had come to regard her as my closest person. My wife's face seemed to have become blurred. Had I changed my heart? Or was it because my wife had hurt me, and my heart was consciously taking revenge on her?

Yesterday, Sister Zhang talked to me all night long. We nestled together by the night-blooming jasmine in her yard, looking just like a couple deeply in love.

"Xiao Feng, do you know? Xiao Juan has actually been a member of that club for a long time." Sister Zhang leaned her head on my shoulder, her eyes looking at the ground.

My heart tightened, but that was all; I felt nothing more after that. Sister Zhang had given me so many surprises this past month that I felt nothing could move me anymore.

"Xiao Juan loves you very much. She's afraid to tell you, so she begged me to find a way to make you a member too," Sister Zhang said calmly, recounting her story. "Everything that's happened this past month was arranged by me. To put it nicely, it was a plan; to put it bluntly, it was a conspiracy. You don't hate me, do you?"

I didn't make a sound, not even breathe. I simply held Sister Zhang's shoulders, resting my head on hers, inhaling the scent of her hair, my gaze wandering, as if my soul had left my body.

"I know you'll hate me, but there's nothing I can do. I promised Xiao Juan, and I have to find a way to change you," Sister Zhang sighed and continued.

"I think I've succeeded. From your behavior over the past two weeks, I can feel the changes in your heart. You know, your brother Wang and I went through the same thing. In you, I seem to see him when he was young. Do you know how jealous he was back then?

Behind the unrestrained madness was endless emptiness. I miss the feeling of first love so much, pure and true. Back then, love was selfish, not allowing any third party to interfere. But as the years go by, love becomes selfless, the spirit and the flesh separate. But sometimes I ask myself, can they really separate? Just like this time, while changing you, I seem to have lost my way myself.

I think I've fallen for you. I'm so scared. To be honest, this is something I never expected. I don't know what to do now. I'm talking to you today because I want to be honest with you about everything. No matter what the outcome, I want to make a clean break."

A long silence followed. Zhang Jie and I could only hear each other's heartbeats and breathing. The faint fragrance of night-blooming jasmine filled the air, refreshing and unsettling.

"You only see me as the young Wang Ge, not as someone you truly love. But time cannot be reversed, and your resentment has led you to this illusion." I don't know how I could say such things, but at this moment, my mind is perfectly clear.

"You really are a good man. I'm not flattering you at all, and there's no falsehood in what I'm saying today." Sister Zhang exhaled a soft, fragrant breath: "Xiao Juan loves you very much; she's afraid of losing you." Sister Zhang pondered for a moment, then slowly revealed the truth of the whole incident.

My wife and Sister Zhang had known each other for a long time. They shared similar interests and quickly became best friends. My wife would tell her many things about life and work, and they talked about everything. Occasionally, when the topic turned to sex, Sister Zhang would tell my wife about her experiences. Subtly, my wife developed a longing for the kind of life Sister Zhang led. So, one spring, Sister Zhang took my wife to that private club.

Eve succumbed to the serpent's temptation and ate the unripe fruit. From then on, everything spiraled out of control; once Pandora's box was opened, there was no turning back. But Eve deeply loved her Adam, and she wanted to share the delicious fruit with him. Fearing she would lose him, she tricked the serpent into tempting him…

This story unfolds on a meticulously arranged stage. The boss, the clients, and those insignificant supporting characters diligently perform in this play as a reward, enjoying the pleasure it brings them. But the one truly most deeply immersed in the role is me, the unsuspecting protagonist, and Sister Zhang, the director of this play. My wife is also a protagonist, but she is wary and chooses to hide.

The peace and relief after the truth is revealed makes me feel as if I've lived through a century, looking at the world with the eyes of a centenarian. Everything is so harmonious, so warm. My wife still loves me deeply; knowing this is enough. How long is a human life? No more than a hundred years. The spiritual world has endured for millennia, and human society has only developed for tens of thousands of years. The billions-year-old Earth seems insignificant in the vast universe. Who can control all of this? And why cling to it?

My wife and the boss finally appeared before me today. The awkward situation didn't last long; Sister Zhang's shrewd and diplomatic skills quickly defused the crisis. We chatted amiably about the thrilling and heart-wrenching events of the past month, all meticulously planned, amidst our heightened sexual interest.

For the first time, I officially played the wife-swapping game with the boss. Although we were both intimately familiar with each other's bodies, the feeling of release was exceptionally pleasant. My wife, beneath the boss, panted softly, her loving eyes gazing at me with tender affection and anticipation. I returned an encouraging look, grasped Sister Zhang's full breasts, and thrust in and out, immersed in a sea of happiness…

Leaving Sister Zhang's house, my wife clung tightly to me, her head resting on my shoulder, her face flushed. I didn't know if it was from the incredibly blissful climax or from my transformation that excited her so much; in any case, I hadn't seen her like that in a long time. It felt like we were back in the days of first love.

Standing before my BMW, I gazed lovingly at my wife, then at the still-brand-new car, my mind swirling with thoughts. "Don't touch me"—when a woman says this, does she truly mean it? My wife didn't. She craved affection. What woman doesn't want to be cherished? I believe I can satisfy her emotional needs, because I love her so much. But I can't always provide physical intimacy; she needs it. It's a physiological desire. If I love her, I'll fulfill it!

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