Desiring a wife like flesh

(I) The

afternoon at the company was quite dull. I stretched my back and loosened my slightly sore shoulders. The office was very quiet. Several subordinates had gone out to run business. Only my secretary and business associate, Ye Min, was chatting with a girl from another department. I've always been very lenient with my subordinates; as long as the business is done, everything else is fine.

However, at this moment, my eyes could only stay on Ye Min's small, stockinged feet. Her desk was turned to the side, so I could see her sitting posture. Ye Min was half-leaning on the desk, whispering with the girl. Her legs, covered by a dark orange skirt, were clad in light gray, thin, transparent stockings, which looked like pantyhose.

On her feet were a pair of black, high-heeled sandals, one of which was dangling from her toe and swinging back and forth. After a few swings, the sandal finally came off her stockinged toe. It seemed that they were chatting happily and hadn't noticed the shoe. She just twitched her toes slightly. Ye Min's stockinged feet were small and slender, exactly my type. Although I often saw this kind of scene, I still felt a little hard in my lower body.

I opened my computer's web browser, entered my email address and password (my private email, of course), and found an email, but it wasn't from my club. There was an attachment, presumably a picture.

I downloaded and opened it; it was a picture of a woman's back. One leg was kneeling on a chair, the other on the ground. Her upper body was leaning forward so much that it was obscured, her hands were tied behind her back, and her black suit skirt was half-lifted, revealing flesh-colored stockings and panties pulled down to her calves, her vulva and buttocks completely hidden by the skirt. The leg kneeling on the chair was barefoot; it must have fallen off, because I could see a black high heel on the foot standing on the ground.

Her stockinged feet were quite beautiful, more textured than Ye Min's, almost comparable to my wife's. I wondered if they had the same fleshy feel as my wife's. Several times during sex, I used her feet to stimulate my penis, and I always ejaculated prematurely.

I admired it for a while, then couldn't help but wonder, who sent me this picture? I must be a member of the club, because this email address is specifically for contacting the club. As for why I joined the club, and what kind of club it is, well, that goes back to the past.

My wife, Lin Ying, and I worked at the same company. We got together shortly after joining. In the beginning, we were inevitably too intimate, and in a moment of carelessness, we got pregnant. By the time we realized it, it was too late to resolve, so we had to get married. Fortunately, my wife and I had a stable relationship, so it was a natural progression. And, as a blessing in disguise, we moved into one of the first companies to provide housing—a two-bedroom apartment. Our careers also gradually became more successful. Now, my son, Xiao Zhi, is in the second year of junior high school, and my wife, Lin Ying, is now the deputy director of finance at our company. Everything is going smoothly.

However, my wife and I have experienced some changes. Due to the company's expansion, her workload has increased, and she often has to travel to branch offices in other cities to handle accounts. This often leaves me sexually frustrated, so I turn to the internet for stimulation, mostly erotic novels and pictures. When I have the chance to make love with my wife, I fantasize about these scenarios to increase the excitement.

My wife knows my predicament and tries to give me more opportunities. She's bought me lots of sexy lingerie and stockings, and I always wear my favorite stockings and lingerie when we're intimate. Even though my wife is 34, she had her baby early and recovered her figure very well. She's also quite thin, except her breasts and buttocks are a bit bigger than before—isn't that even better? As

Xiaozhi grows up, my wife and I have even fewer opportunities, so I have to masturbate to solve the problem. One day, I accidentally came across a woman's stockings that weren't my wife's.

(II) Sexual Lust

My wife, Lin Ying, is going on a business trip out of town, and my son, Xiaozhi, is on summer vacation. My wife decided to take him with her and let him go out to play, leaving me alone at home.

After two days, the house was a complete mess. Thinking that my wife wouldn't be back for a while, I had a sudden idea. I called a housekeeping service and booked a cleaning lady to come and tidy up the house. I didn't have any requirements, just that she be quick.

The action was swift; less than ten minutes later, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to find a woman standing there, probably a few years older than my wife, though her clothes didn't suggest she was a cleaner.

She introduced herself, confirming she was indeed there to help, but wearing a skirt made cleaning inconvenient! As we talked, she produced a rather worn tracksuit and shoes, all ready. I led her to my son's room and had her close the door to change.

After a few words, I learned she was a recently laid-off factory worker, only two years older than my wife, and fairly presentable. She could probably make a living selling her body, of course.

She worked quickly, clearly used to housework. She mentioned her husband had also been laid off and now drove a taxi. I made some polite remarks and slipped into my son's room to go online.

With a stranger in the house, I didn't dare open any pornographic images. After reading a novel for a while, I caught a glimpse of her clothes folded on the sofa, next to a pile of stockings. A strange excitement surged within me.

After several internal struggles, I finally picked up the stockings—two mid-calf stockings, the toes already slightly yellowed. This was the first time I'd ever touched a woman's stockings other than my wife's. I gave them a light sniff; I couldn't quite place the scent. My penis was already rock hard, desperately needing release, but at that moment I had no courage to rape her; I only knew these stockings could help me vent my lust.

I saw the maid had almost finished tidying the living room, so I stood up and pretended to make a phone call, telling her I had to leave in a hurry. She understood and quickly went into her room to change. I gave her fifty yuan, more than I'd expected, and she left happily, even leaving her phone number. She must have been in such a rush that she didn't even notice the stockings were gone.

I closed the door, letting out a long sigh of relief. I 'd finally succeeded. I turned on the computer again, opened some erotic pictures, put one stocking over my erect penis, and slowly moved it up and down. The slightly hardened toe of the stocking stimulated my glans. I smelled the other stocking intensely, and after a dozen strokes, I ejaculated, the semen quite thick. I masturbated a few more times, covering the stocking with semen.

It was a rare and pleasurable experience. Thinking back to the female worker's figure, she was probably voluptuous, but I hadn't gotten a good look at her feet. I used the remaining stocking that night, reluctantly throwing the semen-covered stocking into the trash can.

After this experience, I completely fell into a fetish for stockings and feet. Although my wife's stockings were sexy, they didn't bring me strong pleasure. I needed the stimulation of different women's stockings. I wanted to steal a couple of stockings from a friend's wife, but that was practically impossible; I could only feast my eyes on them.

My wife and son are coming back the day after tomorrow. I gritted my teeth and called the housekeeper again, asking her to come and clean the room. But I was prepared; I borrowed a video camera from a friend, hid it in a box, and secretly filmed her changing.

The housekeeper arrived quickly, just like last time, and brought a change of clothes. I noticed she wasn't wearing stockings, which was a huge disappointment. I wondered if it was because her stockings were lost last time. Luckily, I had the video of her changing.

She changed in a few minutes and started cleaning, chatting with me as she did so. I only asked her to clean the living room, which made her happy. When she left, she asked when I needed her next time. All I could say was, next time you absolutely must wear stockings.

After plugging in the camera, the TV showed the footage of the female worker changing clothes. I was a little excited. The female worker immediately took off her shirt, revealing a white bra that covered her very large breasts. Then she took off her pants, revealing boxer briefs that were not sexy at all, far inferior to my wife's. It was a real failure; only her large breasts were acceptable. I watched it several more times and was extremely disappointed.

My wife and son returned, and Xiao Zhi had a lot of fun. My wife's work was also going well, but I was very depressed. My wife told me that her cousin was coming to visit us from abroad, which should be soon!

(III)

I took a day off to pick up my wife's cousin at the airport. I vaguely remembered that my cousin might have come to our wedding, but I couldn't remember what he looked like. I only remembered that he wasn't very old, so I just went by feeling.

People were gradually coming out. Normally, there wouldn't be many people here at this time. I diligently searched for clues when suddenly I heard someone call my name, Xiao Yang.

Turning around, it was indeed my wife's cousin. I remembered his appearance immediately; he was dressed in a Hawaiian style, wearing white-rimmed glasses, and had a smiling face—a Hawaiian version of the KFC uncle, only younger. I quickly took my luggage and pulled my cousin to hail a taxi.

In the taxi, we chatted about our recent situation. I remembered that my cousin had married abroad, and his wife was a foreigner. I learned that he had divorced a few years ago and now lived alone.

He said he was happier, his life was very colorful, and then he whispered a few of his romantic anecdotes, which made me quite envious. I couldn't help but ask a few more questions, and my cousin laughed at me for being lustful. I sighed, "What man isn't lustful?" My cousin was surprised that I had a good wife and wasn't satisfied. I couldn't help but complain a bit, and he blinked and didn't say anything more.

The car arrived at my house quickly. My wife came downstairs to greet me and chattered excitedly when she saw my cousin, as if she had returned to her teenage years. Xiao Zhi was also very popular with my cousin, running out to show off the new handheld game console he had given him.

My wife went into the kitchen to cook, while my cousin and I chatted in Xiao Zhi's room. My cousin praised my wife's figure, telling me not to waste it. However, I also noticed that my cousin kept looking at my wife, and it seemed he was looking at her private parts. Could it be...?

I asked my cousin about his ex-wife. He took out his mobile phone from his travel bag and pulled up a photo of him and his wife. It turned out that his ex-wife was much younger than him, a stunning beauty with blonde hair and blue eyes. She was wearing a red cheongsam, and perhaps because she was tall, the slit in the cheongsam reached her waist, clearly showing her entire thigh, including the black lace stockings at the top of her thighs and red high heels. It was enough to make one's blood rush.

I kept praising my cousin's ex-wife's figure, but my cousin remained noncommittal. He even asked me what I admired most, and I bluntly said her thighs, especially with stockings—they were simply irresistible. My cousin pointed to my wife's legs, implying they were good too. I smiled, agreeing.

Suddenly, my cousin lowered his voice and asked if I wanted to make a bet. The price was $500, quite a sum. I quickly asked what the bet was, and my cousin said it was my wife's underwear.

I was a little confused, so my cousin explained that it was the underwear my wife was wearing today and the style. He would guess, and if he guessed correctly, I would lose; if he was wrong, I would get $500. However, it had to be the underwear she wore today, so there had to be some marks on it.

I readily agreed, feeling incredibly excited—not for the money, but because betting with my wife's underwear was an indescribably perverse thrill. I was also certain that my cousin had ulterior motives towards my wife.

A series of unprecedented fantasies and thrills surrounded me. I ate the meal half-heartedly, while my wife chatted happily with my cousin. My cousin seemed to enjoy it even more, occasionally patting and touching my wife's stockinged legs. My wife didn't seem to care, thinking he thought she was still a child. I felt a pang of jealousy; after all, she was my wife. Her underwear was one thing—I'd stolen a female worker's stockings before—but I couldn't accept someone touching her body inappropriately.

After dinner, my cousin asked Xiaozhi to take him for a walk, promising to buy him a new game. The boy was overjoyed and wanted to leave immediately. My cousin pulled him back, and my wife told our son not to waste my cousin's money. My cousin winked at me; that old lecher was definitely reminding me he wanted to take my wife's underwear.

My wife went into the kitchen to start clearing the dishes. I hugged her from behind and kissed her neck. She laughed and tried to avoid me. I said, "Since my cousin and son are out, why don't we make love first?"

My wife said, "Don't be silly. It'll be awkward if my cousin comes back."

I said, "He needs to buy a game for Xiaozhi, which will take at least an hour, and there's a night market over there."

While I was talking, my hand had already slipped inside my wife's skirt, caressing her buttocks through her stockings and panties, and gradually moving between her legs.

My wife was aroused by what I was doing, and knowing that I had been a bit repressed lately, she pressed her body against mine and whispered, "We're too pressed for time. Let's do it tonight. It's okay to just touch and play around now."

I said, "Xiaozhi will be sleeping with us tonight. When will we have a chance?" I felt a little deflated.

Seeing that I was unhappy, my wife quickly agreed and even put her hand inside my pants, grasping my already erect penis. I pulled my wife into my arms and kissed her, grabbing and kneading her breasts. "Can't I go inside?" she asked reluctantly. I pulled her into the living room and pinned her down on the sofa.

She started breathing heavily as she hugged me. I unbuttoned her coat, pulled up her bra, and bit her left breast. My hands were busy lifting her skirt, caressing her stockinged legs. Today, she was only wearing ordinary flesh-colored stockings, but her panties were my favorite lace thongs—white, with a small patch of pubic hair clearly visible through the openwork.

Her tongue intertwined with mine, and she helped me unzip my pants, letting my penis breathe. She gently stroked it, but unfortunately, she doesn't like oral sex, so I've only enjoyed it a few times. It seemed today would be no exception.

My hand pressed against her vulva; even through the stockings, I could feel the heat. I gently rubbed the clitoris, and her body began to writhe.

"Stop it, time's tight, come in already..." My wife said, her face flushed, so damn cute.

I pulled down her stockings and panties along her legs. My wife was truly aroused; her cunt was overflowing with lustful fluid, sticky strands of it forming, and her panties were covered in marks.

"Don't look..." My wife wrapped her arms around my neck.

I aimed my penis at her cunt and slowly inserted it. The lubrication from her fluids allowed me to thrust all the way in. My wife let out a soft moan. I lifted her legs and placed them on my shoulders, then thrust forcefully into her cunt.

The thought of betting with my cousin about my wife's panties later fueled my perverse stimulation, making me speed up. My wife quickly became overwhelmed, begging me to be gentler, her legs tightly curled up against her chest. I buried my face in my wife's stockinged feet, smelling their scent, and thrust deeply several times. My wife let out a loud "Oh!" as her cunt tightened, her fluids overflowing—an orgasm.

My wife's orgasms are always quick, so I slowed down. She was panting heavily, her hair soaked with sweat, and her face was flushed.

"Honey, are you about to cum?" she whispered.

I shook my head and gradually increased the speed of my thrusts. Her moans grew louder; the stimulation from her vagina after her orgasm was intensifying. She covered her face with her hands, trying to suppress her moans. I pulled out my penis, and she straightened her legs.

I gestured for her to change positions, having her kneel on the sofa, supporting herself with her hands. I penetrated her from behind, supporting her shoulders, feeling a greater depth than before, and the thrusts brought out more vaginal fluid. I watched as my wife's full buttocks, slightly upturned, met my penis, and I thrust nearly a hundred times in one go until she could no longer support herself and collapsed onto the sofa.

Still feeling unsatisfied, I noticed my wife's vulva was already somewhat red and swollen, so I prepared to stop. My wife, however, struggled to sit up. Seeing that I still had the energy, but was a little overwhelmed, I hugged her and said, "That's enough." My wife gently grasped my penis, opened her small mouth, and took it in.

It had been a long time since I'd enjoyed oral sex. I felt my wife's tongue swirling around the head of my penis, stimulating me, and then she began to suck and swallow hard. I stood in front of the sofa, eyes closed, enjoying my wife's mouth, my hand supporting her head so that my penis could penetrate deeper, causing my wife to make "woo-woo" sounds.

"Honey, don't ejaculate in my mouth," my wife said, spitting out my penis and looking at me.

I nodded, and my wife started sucking again with renewed vigor. I felt the stimulation building up in my glans. Looking down, I saw my wife kneeling on the sofa, head down, her hands guiding my penis as she sucked and swallowed, her breasts swaying with each stroke. I played with my wife's nipples, and she barely managed to look up at me. Her wanton appearance almost made me ejaculate. If only my wife could be even more wanton.

I felt my penis throb a few times, and I quickly pulled it out of my wife's mouth, gently placing her down. I pressed her stockinged legs apart with my hands, and thrust my penis back into her vagina, pumping rapidly.

I heard my wife moan a few times before I ejaculated.

"It's so hot...husband..." my wife hugged me, and we kissed a few more times. Suddenly, we heard our son, Xiaozhi, laughing.

My wife quickly pulled down her bra, put on her stockings and panties, and walked to the door while tidying her clothes. I put on my pants and saw my cousin leading my son into the house.

My cousin was obviously a shrewd man. He glanced at my wife and knew I had already made my move. He winked at me and went into Xiaozhi's room with him.

I took my wife's hand and said softly, "Honey, aren't you going to change your clothes?" My wife gave me a fake angry look and went to change and take a shower. I told Xiaozhi to get ready for bed, as he had to go to school the next morning.

(IV) Desire is hard to avoid.

Seeing my wife come out of the shower and go into the bedroom to make the bed, I quickly went into the bathroom, closed the door, opened the washing machine lid, and found my wife's underwear and stockings under her clothes.

I turned the underwear inside out, and there were traces of my semen all over the area around her vulva. It must have come from my wife's vulva just now, and some of the semen was not completely dry. I grabbed a paper bag, put my wife's stockings and underwear in it, and went out of the bathroom to tell Xiaozhi to take a shower.

After my wife settled our son down to sleep, I told her to go to bed first while I chatted with my cousin. My wife was exhausted from the day, so she said goodbye to my cousin and went back to her bedroom. My cousin was sleeping in our son Xiaozhi's room.

When he saw me come in with the paper bag, he smiled slightly, closed the door, and then took out $500. I was stunned. Wasn't this a bet? Did this mean I was selling my wife's underwear to my cousin for $500? Nevertheless, I gave the paper bag to my cousin. Seeing my bewilderment, he asked if making love with my wife this time was particularly exciting. I admitted that it was more exciting than usual, and then I realized it was the perverse pleasure I was getting from giving my wife's underwear to my cousin.

My cousin patted my shoulder and said, "Many people abroad exchange nude photos or underwear of their wives online, simply to satisfy their own pleasure and excitement, imagining what others do with their wives' belongings. It's an indescribable thrill." I nodded in agreement.

At this moment, my cousin took out the underwear from the paper bag and admired it. "It's really fresh!" my cousin said with a smile. I replied, "Of course, there are still some wet spots!" My cousin put the underwear and stockings on the bed and went to change clothes and take a shower.

I returned to the bedroom. My wife and son were already asleep. I put away the US dollars and sat in front of the computer, browsing aimlessly while recalling the feeling of making love with my wife earlier.

I heard my cousin leave the bathroom and enter the room, closing the door. I went out to check, and kept wondering what my cousin would do with my wife's underwear. Masturbate? Or something else? Suddenly, I understood the kind of stimulation my cousin had mentioned earlier. It must have been a stimulation of jealousy and pettiness. After all, it was my wife's intimate clothing, and now it was being played with by another man. And I couldn't help but fantasize about how he would play with it. It was really... I breathed a sigh of relief.

All night, I had dreams of making love wildly with my wife, with many people watching. My wife was moaning lewdly, and I was thrusting hard until my son woke me up in the morning.

For the next few days, my cousin was always out on business, returning home very late. Often, my wife and son were already asleep, and I would wait until he finished showering and went into his room before locking the doors and windows to sleep.

The crucial point was that I also noticed that after my cousin showered, my wife's underwear and stockings that she had worn that day would disappear, only to reappear in the washing machine the next day. This aroused me intensely. My cousin used my wife's underwear to release his pent-up desire, while I couldn't find an opportunity to have sex with my wife.

Finally, one night, after my cousin returned to his room, I went to the bathroom, found a pair of stockings my wife had worn, put them on my penis, and masturbated to release my pent-up desire. While fantasizing about my wife's underwear on my cousin's penis, I vigorously masturbated, and the semen finally ejaculated through the stockings. Surprisingly, it felt even more stimulating than the last time I used the factory worker's stockings.

Unconsciously, I became increasingly addicted to the stimulation my cousin felt from using my wife's underwear, especially when fantasizing about it; I couldn't help but masturbate, and it only felt good with my wife's stockings. Sometimes I even wondered how my cousin used his wife's underwear and stockings. If he hadn't divorced, I could have enjoyed his wife's stockings and underwear too, but alas.

Before the weekend, my cousin finally finalized his business deal and was preparing to go back. He said he wanted to thank us by treating us to a lavish abalone feast. I think what he really wanted to thank was my wife's underwear and stockings for keeping him company through so many nights.

I don't know if it was because his business was really successful, but he ordered a lot of dishes and two extremely expensive bottles of red wine, letting our whole family eat to our hearts' content. Although I often attend clients' banquets, I've only had the chance to drink this kind of red wine once. My wife doesn't drink much to begin with, but my cousin and I persuaded her to drink four or five glasses, her face flushed. Even Xiao Zhi insisted on drinking a small glass.

After dinner, we went to a karaoke bar and got a private room. Fueled by alcohol, my cousin, my wife, and I sang until we were completely drunk, and we even finished the bottle of red wine left over from dinner. Later, my uncle's face turned as red as if he had bled. I was dizzy and lightheaded, my wife had vomited once, and our son, Xiaozhi, was already asleep on the sofa. I carried Xiaozhi, while my uncle half-supported, half-carried my wife, and we took a taxi home. It was already past midnight.

Once home, I first carried Xiaozhi into the small bedroom. When I turned around, my uncle had already helped my wife into the bedroom. I saw him slowly unbuttoning my wife's coat and felt uneasy. Feeling dizzy and unsure what to say, I sat down on the edge of the bed. My uncle looked at me, then took off my wife's shirt. My wife was completely unaware, revealing a black silk bra tightly wrapped around her breasts, making them appear very round and full.

My uncle rummaged through his travel bag for a while and took out a digital camera, intending to take a picture of my wife sleeping. I was about to ask him about it when he told me he wanted to keep it to enjoy later. At my cousin's arrangement, I also took off my wife's skirt suit. Underneath, she was wearing ultra-thin, transparent flesh-colored stockings, the kind without a crotch, and black silk panties that matched her bra. On her feet were purple strappy high-heeled sandals. My wife, lying flat on the bed in only her underwear and stockings, looked somewhat lewd.

My cousin spread my wife's legs apart on the bed, exposing her vulva as much as possible, even though it was covered by her panties. Perhaps because of the alcohol, my wife's vulva was very moist, and her panties were tightly embedded in it, outlining the shape of her vulva.

My cousin's strange hands had already touched my wife's breasts. "I didn't expect Xiaoying to still have such a good figure after having a child. It's really rare," my cousin said with a smile as he kneaded my wife's breasts, and even asked if I had anyone to breastfeed Xiaozhi.

I couldn't hold back any longer and blurted out, "Uncle, aren't you going a bit too far? You've seen my wife completely, played with her underwear, and now you want to touch her body? Even $5,000 isn't enough!" Although the scene before me was incredibly arousing, and I had a noticeable erection, I still couldn't accept the idea of my wife being played with.

My uncle smiled, took out his mobile phone, and pulled out a miniature CD: "Use your computer to take a look; this is where the real fun is." He handed it to me. It was

the first time I'd ever seen such a small CD. I reluctantly put it in the drive, opened it, and found nearly a hundred photos. My uncle stood behind me: "These kinds of social gatherings are common abroad, at home or among friends."

My gaze was drawn to the screen. The photo of my cousin and his ex-wife was just the first one in the series. Next, several burly men, some black and white, surrounded his ex-wife, their large penises resembling masturbators. Although I'd seen some group sex pictures, none were as close or realistic as this. Her tight cheongsam was quickly undone, hanging only at her waist. Her large breasts were being held in men's hands, almost invisible, and three huge penises were waiting for her to swallow them.

"Maybe you can't accept it yet, but once you try it, you won't be able to resist, especially when you desperately want to insert your penis into your lover's cunt, but have to wait until others are done—that feeling is truly fucking!"

My cousin's voice was like a storyteller, and I felt somewhat immersed in the scene.

"My wife only tried it once and then couldn't get enough of these parties. Sometimes she goes alone, and I enjoy it too, but she's getting old and her health isn't what it used to be." My uncle turned and sat on the edge of the bed. "We're divorced, and I still go occasionally, but seeing Xiaoying this time gave me an incredibly strong feeling. These past few nights I've been smelling her panties every night, like when we were young."

I continued flipping through the photos one by one, the scenes becoming increasingly chaotic. My uncle occasionally appeared to have his ex-wife perform oral sex, but the rest of the time he was probably taking pictures. I flipped to a photo of her squatting on a black man's lap, a huge penis inserted into her vagina, the opening almost stretched open, a white penis in her mouth, and her hands stroking two other huge penises. Her cheongsam was nowhere to be seen, and her breasts were being squeezed by two different hands.

My penis was already out of control, and I felt a strong urge to ejaculate. I turned around and saw that my uncle had already taken off my wife's bra, one hand holding one breast, greedily licking my wife's nipple. Normally, only I would caress my wife's breasts, but now someone else was squeezing and fondling them. Extreme jealousy stimulated me, giving me a perverse pleasure.

(V) Lust is not taught.

"Use my camera so you can savor it later." My uncle gave me his digital camera, then took off his clothes, leaving only a pair of baggy shorts. I could see a bulge in the front of the shorts.

"Uncle, what if Xiaoying wakes up? It'll be troublesome. Why don't we just let it go?" I couldn't help but say. Although I was already drunk and dizzy, I still knew what was important. My wife and I were usually fine, and she was very proper at the company. If she suddenly woke up in this situation, the situation would be unimaginable.

As she spoke, my wife moved slightly and turned her head to the side. After all, she had drunk too much and was not sober at all. This made the old lecher nervous. He quickly took out an eye mask from his travel bag. There was still an opaque blue liquid flowing inside.

"This is what I use when I fly. It's very cooling and has a calming and hypnotic effect. Put it on her!" The old man really had a lot of advanced stuff.

I put the blindfold over my wife's eyes. "Tie her hands too." My cousin threw me his tie. I felt like I was filming a sadomasochistic movie, and my wife was the lead actress. I wrapped the tie around the headboard railing a few times before tying both ends to my wife's hands. I didn't tie it too tightly so as not to hurt her; she wouldn't notice unless she struggled.

My wife was now lying on her side on the bed, her hands tied above her head, her eyes blindfolded, her full breasts erect, and she was only wearing stockings and panties, her legs spread apart. My lecherous cousin was kneeling between my wife's legs, rubbing her clitoris through her panties. "It's wet now!" My cousin had long lost his composure, becoming a complete perverted old lecher. I saw that the vaginal fluid from my wife's vagina had soaked her panties, so I took a few close-up shots of her vulva.

I took a few more pictures of my wife's lewd poses. My lower body was already aching from the erection, and I took off my clothes, leaving only my underwear. For the first time, I felt an

overwhelming urge to make love to my wife. My cousin pulled my wife's underwear to the side, revealing her wet and tempting vulva. He then inserted his finger into her vulva, gently stirring it. "Not bad, it's completely wet. I felt something after watching the videos," my cousin said with a lewd grin.

The stimulation in front of me, combined with the effects of the alcohol, pounded against my head. I masturbated, thinking of kicking that old pervert away and then making love wildly with my lovely wife. My cousin withdrew his finger, which was covered in her vaginal fluid, and several strands of vaginal fluid clung to it. "Not bad, smack smack," the old pervert licked the fluid off his finger in a perverted manner.

"I'm going to do it, cousin." I had no more interest in taking pictures; I was eager to penetrate my wife's warm, wet vulva. "Young man, can't wait any longer?" My uncle slowly pulled down my wife's panties, completely exposing her vulva through the crotch of her stockings.

"What a natural vulva, amazing!" My uncle gently pinched her labia and pulled them apart, revealing the small opening below, and in the middle of the vulva was an even smaller opening, which I knew was the urethra. "You've been married for over ten years, and Xiaoying's vulva is still this color. Looks like you haven't had many opportunities to use it!" My uncle carefully admired his wife's vulva. Perhaps because of the stimulation, my wife let out a soft moan.

"Just bear with it a little longer, let me enjoy it a bit more." My uncle had already taken the initiative, actually making me, the legitimate husband, wait. I took a few photos, and then sat in front of the computer looking at a few more pictures. My penis was throbbing unbearably. I watched as my uncle took off one of my wife's high-heeled sandals from her stockinged feet, gently smelled the scent of her stockinged feet, and then stuck out his tongue to lick from the toes of her stockinged feet, down to the soles, ankles, and up her calves, until the stockings were soaked.

The old lecher licked all the way to my wife's inner thighs, then used his hands to open her vulva, his tongue flying up and down inside, even probing deeper into her vaginal opening. Watching this scene, the jealous pleasure stimulated me, making me desperately miss the feeling of my wife's vulva enveloping my penis, and I deeply understood why there's a saying that wife-swapping can intensify the passion between husband and wife.

My cousin took off his shorts, his erect penis was thick and powerful, far beyond his years, only slightly short, perhaps that's why that woman ran away, but looking at the guys on the screen, their penises were almost twice the size of the old lecher's, I couldn't help but feel a little contemptuous.

"I'll go first, I've been wanting to taste this niece for a long time." My cousin slowly inserted his oily black penis into my wife's vulva, and I cried out in injustice, my wife being tasted by this old lecher.

My cousin hoisted my wife's two stockinged legs onto his shoulders, supported himself on his hands as he knelt on the bed, and forcefully thrust downwards into her vulva. Standing behind him, I saw for the first time another man's penis thrusting into my wife's vagina. With each thrust, his drooping scrotum, containing two round testicles, slammed against her vulva.

I couldn't resist the urge any longer. I climbed onto the bed, grabbed my wife's breasts with one hand, and began stroking my erect penis with the other. Perhaps from the stimulation of her vagina, my wife moaned softly, her breasts swaying. I grabbed her chin, making her open her mouth, and inserted my penis.

The head of my penis gently brushed against her tongue, feeling incredibly pleasurable. Her difficulty breathing caused her to moan softly. Afraid she would wake up, I pulled out my penis, and saliva that I had stirred up dribbled from the corner of her mouth. Fortunately, she only groaned a few times before I put my penis back into her mouth.

At this moment, my cousin's breathing became heavy: "Xiaoying's cunt is really something, it clings to me so tightly, much better than those European and American women!" Seeing that he had already thrust in and out a hundred times, I was a little worried: "Uncle, don't ejaculate inside, that would be troublesome." I didn't want another cheap son.

"I... I've already had a vasectomy, don't worry! Oh..." My cousin thrust hard twice, and my wife also let out an "oh," her body began to twist, could she feel it? "Husband, stop it, oh... my head hurts so much." My wife whispered a few words. I didn't dare to make a sound, and my cousin was half-lying on my wife, not daring to breathe.

It seemed that my wife was really hungover, completely unaware that her hands were tied, and she couldn't see, she must have fallen into a deep sleep. My cousin slowly pulled out his already limp penis, the glans still containing semen and my wife's vaginal fluid.

My cousin and I switched positions, and seeing the pale white semen flowing from my wife's cunt, I didn't care about anything else, my penis went straight into the heart of my wife's cunt.

My wife's vagina was incredibly lubricated; the sensation of her love juices mixed with my uncle's semen intensified my jealousy and arousal. I thrust my penis in and out forcefully, grabbing my wife's stockinged ankles to stretch her vagina even wider.

My wife moaned repeatedly under my stimulation, but she wouldn't get up, letting me thrust in and out. After a few dozen more thrusts, my wife begged me to be gentler, saying that my thrusting was giving her a terrible headache. I quickly slowed down my thrusting, and my wife gradually calmed down.

My uncle untied the tie from my wife's hands, and seeing that she wasn't reacting again, he boldly copied me, shoving his semi-erect penis into my wife's mouth. In a daze, my wife actually gently swallowed and released his penis, but after licking it a few times, she stopped moving.

I breathed a sigh of relief. If my wife were sober, she would definitely feel two penises touching her; thankfully, she was drunk. The continuous stimulation had brought me to my climax. After a few more thrusts, I quickly pulled my penis out of her vagina, ejaculating onto my wife's stockings and even onto her lower abdomen.

I was feeling dizzy and lightheaded. I saw my uncle still playing with my wife's breasts, but just looking at his limp penis, I knew he couldn't go on. I wanted to help my wife put on her pajamas, but my uncle made me hold her and support her legs with my hands.

My wife leaned softly against me, her legs spread apart and resting on my arms. Semen and vaginal fluid flowed continuously from her vagina. My uncle took the opportunity to film this lewd scene. I couldn't hold on any longer, so I covered my wife's body with a blanket and fell asleep beside her.

When my wife woke me up, it was almost noon. Judging from her expression, she seemed to know nothing. Then she scolded me for letting Xiao Zhi sleep with my uncle. I laughed and said, "I really want to..." Before I could finish, my nose was pinched, and I was accused of taking advantage of her while she was drunk. My son came in to call me, and my wife hurriedly went out to greet my cousin, asking him to bring back some local specialties. I thought to myself, "I've already let him use you, what else do I need to bring back?"

My cousin saw me and immediately laughed, asking if I was taking advantage of her while she was drunk. My wife's face immediately turned red, and she gave me a reproachful look. I thought to myself, "You're the one who took advantage of my wife while she was drunk," and kept making excuses.

Before leaving, my cousin gave me a new CD, which looked like he had just made last night. I thought about the lewd photos of us from last night on it, and quickly put it away, my heart pounding.

After seeing my cousin off at the airport, I felt that life had returned to a peaceful state, but my heart was far from at peace. The sudden stimulation deeply stirred my pleasure, and when I got home, I couldn't help but look at a few websites with group sex pictures, but compared to before, they felt utterly tasteless.

Late at night, after my son and wife had fallen asleep, I quietly took out the CD my cousin had given me. Inside was a cash check for $3,000. What was that? I saw text on the CD; it turned out to be a letter my cousin had left for me.

(VI) Sexual Exchange

My cousin said in the letter that he was very happy to have had an experience with me. The money was for me to buy more sex toys and lingerie for my wife. He also said that when a wife is exchanged with others, she will experience real pleasure and more fun. He wanted me to join such a club, hoping that next time I came back, I could enjoy my wife with him.

Speaking of which, I couldn't help but regret letting that old pervert have sex with my wife so easily. Did he tamper with the drink? Anyway, I couldn't help myself after seeing the photos of his ex-wife's promiscuity. Fortunately, there were also pictures of his ex-wife on the CD, so it was good to get my fix. Besides, his suggestion of wife swapping did tempt me. Everyone wants to try other people's wives.

As for my wife, she wasn't the kind of promiscuous woman, or to put it professionally, I didn't have the method to train her promiscuous nature.

After that, I showed my wife some pictures of group sex a few times before we had sex. She immediately stopped looking and wouldn't let me look either, saying she was afraid I'd corrupt our son. She also complained that I was perverted, wanting my wife to be with other men, and that I didn't even want to have sex with her.

I had no choice but to focus my attention online. Although there were rumors of wife-swapping clubs in China at this time, there were very few related websites, and some were even shut down after only a few days. I could only occasionally look at the pictures

on that CD to get a feel for it. The only good thing was that I made a few friends online, and we often chatted about our experiences having sex with our wives. One of them told me that there was a club in a neighboring city, but it was very secret, and very few people knew about it. He had also chatted with the manager online. I quickly got a number, sent a few messages, and finally got a reply and arranged to chat online.

Through chatting with the manager, I learned that because the neighboring city was large, there were several wife-swapping clubs, but this one was more strictly managed, and it was mostly middle and upper-level white-collar workers. There were probably seven or eight couples participating. Given the current situation, I figured my wife couldn't possibly participate, so I asked a single person. Apparently, they saw my situation and sincerity and arranged to meet me at a bar to discuss it further.

The main reason I wanted to join a wife-swapping club was to understand how husbands get their wives hooked on swapping, to learn from their experience. If my wife could play with me once or twice and experience that thrill, I'd be satisfied. After all, she's my wife; I wouldn't want her to be taken advantage of. Besides, joining as a single person means I can frequently play with other people's wives—that's the biggest temptation.

When I arrived at the bar on time, I saw three men sitting at the back. One of them, dressed like the club manager I'd arranged to meet, quickly went over.

"Yang Da! It's you? It really is you!" I was stunned. Was that my college nickname? Looking closer, I recognized him as my college classmate and best friend, Yang Feng, who shared the same name. Because he was a few days younger than me, we called him Yang Er.

I hadn't expected Yang Er to be the founder of this club. Seeing this, the manager and the other person left me to talk to Yang Er alone. I felt a little embarrassed because it was a classmate.

"What, you want to come with your wife too? She's not like that kind of person, all prim and proper." Yang Er took a sip of beer and looked at me.

"It's a little better when I'm with her, but it's definitely not okay with others, that's why I'm asking single people!"

I guessed there was a chance, after all, she's my

best friend. "Come on, you're definitely going to cheat on your wife, this kind is safer." Yang Er didn't give me any face at all.

"Even if that's true, you don't have to be so obvious! If it doesn't work out, forget it." I simply got up and left.

"You're getting impatient? Okay, others need to think about it, but you've already approved." Yang Er patted my shoulder casually: "Let's go to my place, we can talk in detail." After saying that, he pulled me up to pay the bill.

In the car, I learned that after graduating, he went abroad and came into contact with similar parties, and after returning to China, he secretly started this club.

"My boss often brings his secretary to parties, he loves watching his secretary get slept with." Yang Er changed the subject.

"Isn't she his wife?" I asked.

"His wife? I doubt she'd allow it, she's already sixty." Yang Er laughed, and I nodded.

"But the advantage of having the boss participate is that the company covers most of the expenses, and they still make a profit!" Yang Er drove the car onto the highway.

"Are you single too? Playing around and making money, not bad at all!" I said enviously.

"Who says? My boss slept with my girl at the first party, and now she's my wife." Yang Er glanced at me.

"Isn't that frustrating?" I already knew his boss must be an old guy.

"It's a kind of stimulation, a self-torturing stimulation. Besides, my secretary isn't bad either, definitely big breasts and a perky butt, and her oral skills are top-notch, trained by the boss."

Our car entered a residential area.

Yang Feng's home was located between the two cities, in a newly built community, quiet and with a nice environment. I went up to the third floor with him and followed him into his home.

"My wife isn't back yet. Make yourself at home. I'll grab a beer." Yang Er gestured for me to sit in the living room, a huge space of over thirty square meters, carpeted throughout.

"We usually hold our parties here," Yang Er said loudly from the kitchen.

"Here's some information for you." Yang Er tossed me a can of beer, opened a laptop, and pulled up the club's information: photos of couples, men in suits, women mostly naked or wearing only stockings, followed by the couples' profiles, height, weight, preferences, and so on. "

This is our boss's secretary. She only comes when our boss is here. We'll let you try her out next time."

Yang Er pointed to a solo photo of a woman in fishnet stockings and high heels, her hands cupping her breasts—truly lewd, making my lower body tremble.

"This is my wife. Not bad, right?" Yang Er pointed to the screen.

I was stunned when I saw the photo. The woman in the picture was squatting on the sofa, her hair tied back, her breasts high and firm, wearing pantyhose without underwear, her legs spread wide, and her vulva vaguely visible through the stockings. She exuded a seductive and alluring charm. It was Ye Min, my secretary!

Yang Er noticed my expression. "What... you know her? Don't tell me you've already slept with her." Yang Er asked with a lewd grin.

"Don't talk nonsense. She... she's my secretary, and she's actually your wife." I knew Ye Min was only 25 years old, yet she had already married Yang Feng and was a member of the club.

"We met at a bar. She's pretty wild. That night, I and one of my buddies slept with her, and then she slept with me. She's devoted to me. When I asked her to accompany our boss, she did it without hesitation. So I just married her." Yang Er said casually.

"Even if you say you've been with her once, it doesn't matter, she's just a woman." Yang Er's attitude made me a little uneasy. I thought I wouldn't let someone else play with my wife, but it's fine if they play with someone else's.

"There are only three single members now, you're the fourth, and probably the last. You need to bring photos of you and your wife, she has to be naked!" Yang Er said, looking at me.

"Aren't we single? Why do I need my wife's?" I asked.

"The single members are all married, just like you, their wives don't want to come, so they signed up themselves, but they have to submit all the data. You can cover her face." Yang Er pulled up the file.

I looked at the photos and sure enough, her face was covered, and her body was naked, but they were probably all taken secretly, while changing clothes, after sleeping, etc., and they didn't look over forty years old.

"For safety reasons, you have to submit them, I can't help you with this, otherwise the other members wouldn't let you participate." Yang Er patted my shoulder. I said it was no problem, anyway, my wife had already been with my cousin, so a nude photo wasn't a big deal, especially since her face was covered.

"Then I'll have a chance to see your wife's figure. I remember when you got married, her figure was just average!" Yang Er questioned my wife's looks.

"She's in great shape now!" I couldn't lose face, so I quickly praised my wife. I told Yang Er to ask his wife.

The door opened, and Yang Feng's wife, Ye Min, returned. She took off her high heels, threw her bag aside, and then saw me.

"Manager, you?" Ye Min was obviously at a loss.

"What are you? This is my older brother, my best friend from college. You're going to be with him tonight." Yang Er pretended not to know our relationship.

Ye Min's face immediately turned red. I knew she was usually quite lively and playful at the company, but I had never heard of her having a relationship with any male colleague. She was also very polite to me. Now she actually...

"Stop it, Yang Er. I should probably go back too." I quickly eased the awkward atmosphere. I glanced sideways at Ye Min. She was wearing a leopard-print miniskirt and dark flesh-colored stockings, with a cropped top that revealed a hint of cleavage. It would be so satisfying to touch her stockinged feet!

"Don't run away, are you sorry? You said you wanted to join the club? Ha..." Yang Er sat smugly on the sofa.

"Manager, you?" Ye Min repeated, this time referring to my joining the club.

"No wonder, Manager Lin is probably the most respectable woman in the company. We don't dare joke with her." Ye Min suddenly relaxed, perhaps because she knew my secret, and laughed.

"It's not that exaggerated," I relaxed a bit too. "Besides, the secretary is a little slut, and I didn't even know." I retorted.

"Honey, he said something about me, oh..." Ye Min clung to Yang Er, acting coquettishly.

"You are a little slut anyway. Yang Da, don't go, sleep here tonight, let's have some fun together." This guy actually pushed his wife towards him.

"Manager, don't bully your little secretary!" Ye Min's face was already full of lust as she pinched my penis hard, instantly arousing a reaction.

"Go take a shower and change into your work clothes. Your manager likes this." Yang Er was even more indulgent.

Watching Ye Min walk into the bedroom, Yang Er leaned in: "How was it? Yang Da, brother and sister, how was it? You should train your wife properly!"

I envied Yang Er's generosity, but did I also want my wife to become such a cuckold? I felt a little different. I wanted her to be lewd in front of me, to go a little too far for me, but not to be shared with everyone. I still had to be selfish.

Yang Er continued chatting with me, but my mind was on Ye Min in the bedroom. Her lust was really making me itchy and my lower body was throbbing with desire.

"Manager, what are you and my husband talking about?" Ye Min came out of the bedroom, dressed in a semi-transparent blouse, a black skirt, and the light gray sheer stockings I love to see. She wore dark red peep-toe heels.

Although it looked like her usual work attire at first glance, her breasts swayed slightly beneath the semi-transparent blouse, her red nipples faintly visible. Ye Min slowly walked up to me, pulling her skirt up. She wasn't wearing underwear; a thin layer of black pubic hair was visible under her stockings, even the slight protrusion of her vulva.

She lifted her leg and placed it between my legs, her toes pressing against my penis, gently rubbing it. I felt a jolt of electricity, and my penis became erect. Yang Er, standing beside me, had already taken off his clothes, leaving only a tight pair of underwear covering his bulging penis. Ye Min knelt before me, gently unbuckling my belt and pulling down my zipper; my penis had already sprung out on its own.

"Manager, yours is quite large!" Ye Min pinched my glans with two fingers and stroked it up and down. She stood up and pressed herself close to Yang Er's chest, our tongues intertwining. Yang Er's large hand grasped one of her breasts and kneaded it wantonly.

Ye Min sat between Yang Er and me, still engaged in a passionate tongue battle with him. I unbuttoned her shirt, revealing white breast pads underneath her breasts, making them appear fuller and firmer, and allowing me to play with them without feeling any obstruction.

Yang Er lifted her black skirt to her waist, and I lifted one of Ye Min's legs onto the sofa, spreading them wide apart. Her vulva was slightly open, and her vaginal fluid had already soaked a small patch of her stockings.

I gently stroked her vulva with my fingers, feeling its extremely warm, moist, and soft texture. Her labia immediately parted, revealing a small opening that seemed to be dripping with vaginal fluid. Ye Min then moaned softly, twisting her waist, her vulva rubbing against my fingers.

I glanced at her toes peeking out from behind her high heels, finding her stockinged feet even more alluring. I took off her heels and gently inhaled the scent of her stockinged feet. The subtle fragrance was irresistible. I licked her stockinged feet, especially the soles, where my tongue swirled gently.

"Ah...it tickles..." Ye Min's stockinged feet tried to pull back, but I held her ankles tightly. Yang Er also pressed her legs down, allowing me to continue enjoying myself, causing Ye Min to moan incessantly.

I simply pressed my penis against her stockinged feet, rubbing it back and forth, feeling the pleasure the stockings brought to my glans.

Yang Er helped Ye Min up, it seemed they were about to get down to business.

(VII) The Way of Lust

I also stood up and took off all my pants, leaving only my shirt on. Yang Er stood in front of the sofa, holding Ye Min's head. I sat down next to Ye Min and saw her hugging Yang Er's buttocks, gently licking his penis through his underwear with her tongue.

I casually pinched Ye Min's nipple, feeling the softness and firmness of her breasts. Ye Min quickly freed one hand and found my penis, stroking it up and down.

Yang Er felt it was about time, took off his underwear, and raised one leg onto the sofa like Ye Min had done. Ye Min quickly leaned down and started licking from the scrotum, slowly moving upwards. I thought to myself: it would be so enjoyable if my wife could do that too.

Ye Min took one of Yang Er's testicles into her mouth, gently rolling her tongue around it, then spitting it out and taking another one, repeating this process. Yang Er was clearly enjoying it, which made me very envious.

"Alright, go serve my brother." Yang Er nudged Ye Min, who immediately bent down and took my penis in her mouth. I could feel her submissiveness to Yang Er, and I couldn't help but press her head down. She obediently licked down my penis, letting me enjoy the sensation Yang Er had given me earlier. Her wet tongue teased my testicles, sending waves of tingling sensations through me.

Suddenly, Ye Min started moaning "Mmm" while holding my penis. It turned out that Yang Er was using his toes to stimulate her vulva, making her writhe. Yang Er then pressed down harder on her vulva, as if trying to shove his entire foot inside.

"Ah...husband..." Ye Min spat out my penis, moaning, and reached down to hold Yang Er's foot, panting heavily. "It's already very slippery, isn't it?" Yang Er's foot was already covered in a lot of vaginal fluid.

"Yes! Husband, hurry up and insert it into my cunt! Please!" Ye Min rubbed her breasts against Yang Er's thighs with a wanton expression, pleading in a lewd voice.

"Kneel on the sofa, stick your ass up." As soon as Yang Er finished speaking, Ye Min was already kneeling on the sofa with her back to us, holding onto the back of the sofa, sticking her ass up and swaying it towards us. Yang Er held her ass, pressed his hand on her cunt and pulled hard. Ye Min cried out, and her stockings were torn open, revealing her cunt and anus. Yang Er's middle finger probed into her cunt, stirring it and making Ye Min moan incessantly.

"Yang Da, where do you like to use? Want to try here?" Yang Er pointed to Ye Min's anus.

I saw that Ye Min's anus was slightly open. It seemed that she was already very familiar with anal sex. I was a complete novice. I should take the proper way! I also took off my clothes and walked behind Ye Min. I thrust my penis forward, and Ye Min guided it into her cunt with her hand.

"Ah...Manager, no..." Ye Min cried out lewdly, the sensory stimulation causing me to immediately begin thrusting, holding Ye Min's buttocks and slamming forward forcefully.

Ye Min's vagina was very soft and wet, producing more vaginal fluid than my wife's, but not as intensely as the feeling of my penis being tightly gripped by my wife's vagina. I thrust dozens of times without feeling any increase in stimulation, only being driven mad by Ye Min's lewd cries.

Yang Er sat on the back of the sofa, making Ye Min take his penis into her mouth, using the force of my thrusts to penetrate deeply into Ye Min's mouth, even telling Ye Min to swallow his penis even deeper.

I stirred my penis back and forth in Ye Min's vagina, Yang Er holding her head down, her mouth almost completely silent with his penis stuffed in, until Yang Er pulled his penis out and she cried out, coughing forcefully, which made me feel a little sorry for her, Yang Er's penis was covered with thick saliva.

Yang Er then made Ye Min slowly lick the saliva off his penis and the base of her thighs.

I was already exhausted from thrusting, so I pulled out my penis. Yang Er made me lie on the sofa and had Ye Min straddle me. She slowly sat down, her vagina enveloping my penis, and moved her hips up and down.

Although I felt the stimulation gradually intensifying, Ye Min was already struggling to support herself, her eyes unfocused, her hands on my chest. At this moment, Yang Er held her buttocks and inserted his penis into her anus. My penis immediately felt pressure, and the stimulation became even more intense. Ye Min also lay on top of me, her breasts pressed tightly against my chest, weakly moaning, "Husband, fuck me, fuck me..."

Yang Er thrust his penis forcefully, and I responded with the thrusting, in and out. Under the double stimulation, Ye Min became even more lewd, desperately kissing my mouth and face, "Manager husband, harder! My vagina feels so good..." Hearing this, I tried my best to thrust deeper.

Yang Er and I kept pounding into Ye Min's vagina, and I felt the friction between my penis and Yang Er's penis approaching its limit.

Suddenly, I felt Ye Min's vagina contract tightly, and a gush of vaginal fluid gushed out; she had reached her climax. She bit my shoulder, and the sharp pain caused my penis to surge with excitement, ejaculating. It felt like it took nearly ten thrusts before it slowly softened.

Perhaps because her anus was tight, Yang Er was also struggling to keep up, thrusting forcefully. Ye Min collapsed onto me, moaning with Yang Er's movements, completely lost in her own world.

Yang Er was also exhausted. He thrust deeply a few more times, letting out a muffled groan, presumably ejaculating. It took him a while to pull his penis out of Ye Min's anus.

I got up and made Ye Min lie face down on the sofa, spreading her legs. I saw the semen flowing from her anus and the semen I had ejaculated into her vagina mixing together and flowing down, incredibly lewd, yet it gave me that same pleasure.

Although I really wanted to try Ye Min's anus, Yang Er and I were both exhausted, so we gave up. So the three of us got onto the big bed, sandwiching Ye Min between us, fondling her breasts and buttocks.

"How interesting, I was actually fucked by two husbands at the same time today, two Yang Fengs, I didn't expect you two were classmates." Ye Min said coquettishly.

"Hmph, it's not surprising that people have the same name, but if you had told me earlier, I would have met Yang Da sooner."

Yang Er lit a cigarette.

"How many days have you slept at home? You're either going out by yourself or making me go to the club. Hmph, how could I remember that long?" Ye Min glanced at Yang Er, which attracted a vicious attack. Listening to the lewd sounds, I soon fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, I simply called the company to ask for

a day off. My wife thought I was going to discuss business and didn't care. Ye Min only needed my approval to ask for leave. I had to rush to buy hidden camera equipment. The lewdness of the night made me eager to join the club, but I decided to keep the photos of my wife being fucked by my cousin to avoid future trouble.

With my cousin's money, buying some high-tech products was no problem. I specially bought an infrared wireless camera that could also hear the sound, but I wanted to keep it as quiet as possible. I also bought some disguise tools.

Back home, my wife and son weren't home yet, perfect timing. My location was the bathroom, where my wife was changing and showering; I was sure I could capture her naked.

I set up the power and disguised myself. Luckily, my wife isn't tech-savvy and didn't think much of it, let alone suspect that her husband was secretly filming her.

After adjusting the lens, I could see almost the entire bathroom and adjust the zoom; the image was very clear. I wondered if my wife would shower tonight. I was actually spying on my own wife. Seeing that I still had some time, I decided to get some rest.

(VIII)

When I woke up, it was already evening. My wife woke me up; she had already prepared dinner. Xiao Zhi hadn't returned yet; my wife said he went to play soccer and would be staying at a classmate's house tonight. Good, I could film him without worry.

While eating, my wife and I chatted about company personnel for a while. I had things on my mind, so I finished quickly. My wife ate dinner and then went to clean up. I followed behind, trying to get intimate

with her that evening. Usually, my wife would shower before we made love, giving me the opportunity to film. After joking around with my wife for a while, she told me she had her period today, which greatly disappointed me.

While my wife was watching TV, I went to my son's room to go online. I was just about to look at some pornographic content when I received a call from Yang Er. He asked if I had gotten my wife's nude photos yet, and said that he had already seen my wife's recent photos from Ye Min and insisted on seeing her nude photos. He added that if I didn't get them done, I would miss a couples' gathering next week.

I had just tasted the pleasures of a married woman and was still feeling excited. The opportunity to attend another couples' gathering was irresistible. However, my wife was menstruating, so I could only wipe her body; I couldn't force her to take a bath.

On a whim, I asked Yang Er if he had a digital camera. Yang Er laughed and immediately understood what I meant, saying no problem and that he would definitely invite me to next week's gathering.

I told him to give the camera to Ye Min so she could bring it to me tomorrow. He agreed and hung up. I went offline and prepared to sleep.

Perhaps because I slept too much today, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. I stared, recalling the exciting scenes of last night. That little slut Ye Min had been beside me for so long and hadn't even noticed—what a failure!

My mind raced, and my lower body became aroused. My wife, beside me, was awakened by my turning over. She reached back and touched my erect penis, startled, and asked if I was holding back. I told her it was fine and told her to go back to sleep.

She lay there for a while, then got up and straddled my lap, unusually taking the initiative to pull out my penis and put it in her mouth. She must have seen how hard I was trying to hold back, unable to have sex, so she gave me oral sex.

After a few strokes, she spat it out, saying the taste was too strong. After last night's intense encounter, I forgot to shower when I got home—no wonder!

My wife reluctantly put her mouth on my penis again. I felt her breasts pressing tightly against my lap, very soft, but her oral sex skills weren't as good as Ye Min's; she didn't know how to care for anything, only licking my glans.

I used my hand to hold my wife's head down, wanting her to lick my scrotum, but unexpectedly, with my head down, she swallowed the entire penis. I quickly lifted my hand, and my wife spat out my penis, coughing repeatedly, and muttering complaints. I smiled apologetically.

Lacking stimulation and without penetration, and with my wife's technique being so immature, I didn't feel like ejaculating even after more than ten minutes. My wife was exhausted, her face resting on her hands, still trying her best.

I pulled her up, stopping her from continuing. My wife asked if I wasn't satisfied, and I thought I couldn't very well suggest trying from behind, so I comforted her by saying I was tired too and told her to sleep. In the end, I fell asleep, still burning with desire.

When I woke up in the morning, I felt aches and pains in my back, a rather unpleasant feeling. My wife had already gone to work. Although we work at the same company, we've rarely gone to the office together over the years, but over time it's become quite natural.

After eating the breakfast my wife left for me, I leisurely went to the office, called my subordinates in for a pep talk, and then sent them all out to contact clients, emphasizing that maintaining good relationships would lead to more collaborations.

I watched Ye Min standing at her desk organizing documents, still wearing her pink outer shirt, with a gray crew-neck t-shirt underneath (I couldn't see clearly), a black denim skirt, dark flesh-colored stockings, and high heels. What would have been ordinary in the past now seemed somewhat lewd.

I rubbed my temples, trying to calm myself. "Manager, your files." Ye Min suddenly appeared beside me, handing me a camera with a mischievous grin.

I didn't say anything, putting the camera in the drawer. "Manager, you're going to secretly take pictures of Sister Lin? How naughty!" I looked at Ye Min in shock. Luckily, there were only one or two people left in the office, and her voice wasn't loud.

"Are you crazy? What are you saying? This is the company." I was angry, and my voice became stern. Ye Min pouted, her back to me, her hands on my desk, head down, clearly not expecting my change in attitude.

Suddenly, my heart softened, and I slapped her bottom: "Next time you don't pay attention, I'll spank you!" I immediately became gentle. "Hmph, you take advantage of someone and then act tough, you bad man!" She just turned to leave.

I wanted to slap her bottom again, but when she moved, my hand slipped inside her skirt. No underwear? Even through the stockings, my hand could feel the smoothness of her buttocks and the slit in the middle.

Ye Min's face flushed instantly. Still with her back to me, she quickly turned around and stood there, afraid of being noticed by those outside, but she didn't stop my hand. My heart skipped a beat. Wouldn't this mean endless good fortune? How delightful!

My hand slipped between Ye Min's legs, touching her soft, warm vulva. Even through the stockings, I could feel the heat. I gently moved my fingers, scratching the outside of her vulva, watching Ye Min's face turn red.

"Why aren't you wearing panties, you little slut?" I asked Ye Min, my mind pounding with pleasure, my hand still moving erratically.

"It's all Yang Er's fault. He messed with me this morning, making me forget to wear panties, and now the manager is bullying me." Ye Min closed her eyes, enjoying my stimulation, her waist swaying gently.

I thought to myself that Yang Er must have sent her to seduce me. This guy was only after my wife. Anyway, showing him nude photos was just the beginning; I had real assets, so it wasn't a loss.

Ye Min sat directly on me, her buttocks pressing against my penis, immediately arousing my reaction. I glanced at the office; everyone was out. No wonder this little slut had gotten so bold.

"Ugh, you start bullying me as soon as you arrive. You used to be so proper." Ye Min turned and pressed her hand against my penis.

"I've wanted to have sex with you for a while, but I didn't expect you to be married. Don't want me to bully you, huh?" I pinched her cheek.

"How could I dare? I'm begging you to bully me!" Ye Min slid to the ground, kneeling in front of me, her hands unzipping my pants. I wanted to stop her, but I also felt incredibly excited, a little confused.

Ye Min had already taken out my erect penis, opened her small mouth and took it in, licking it up and down. I was instantly aroused, my eyes constantly glancing at the office door. Luckily, there was a desk blocking her view; if it got too much, I'd have to make her crawl under the desk.

Her tongue traced down my penis, reaching my scrotum and then back up, repeatedly. It was a pity I couldn't let Ye Min properly teach my wife a lesson, otherwise I would feel too good, yet I also had a vague feeling that it was unlikely.

Ye Min was biting my scrotum and fiddling with my testicles, sending waves of tingling and numb stimulation through me. I let out a long breath and slid my hand inside her collar. This woman wasn't even wearing a bra. I grabbed her breast and pinched her nipple.

She moved closer to me and started licking my glans. I told her to take it deeper, and she lowered her head, swallowing my entire penis little by little until I felt the glans almost inside her esophagus.

"Ah!" Ye Min spat out my penis. The friction in her throat felt like a cunt. No wonder she did deep blowjobs; it was very stimulating. "Manager, was it good?" Ye Min's lips were still glistening with saliva.

"I wish I could shove it into your little ass right now and make you scream!" I pinched her breast hard again, and she took my penis back into her mouth.

Perhaps worried that someone might come, and feeling extremely aroused, I felt a surge of heat as Ye Min's tongue teased me. She pinched the base of my penis and stroked it a few times, and I ejaculated in her mouth.

I felt her tongue licking around the glans of my penis until the last bit of semen was squeezed out, before she spat out the clean glans. I saw her puff out her cheeks. "Swallow it," I said.

Ye Min just raised her head to swallow, "No, spit it out." I pinched her chin, and Ye Min gave me a reproachful look, spitting the semen in her mouth onto her palm. There was so much, I hadn't expected it.

"You're so annoying! You're making me suffer," Ye Min said, but I felt a great sense of control and couldn't help but want her to lick it back in, but thankfully I held back.

"I wiped it off!" Ye Min glanced at me, even how to dispose of the semen was something she had to obey me, which felt great.

"No, keep it, let Yang Er see it tonight." I grinned wickedly.

"Okay, I'll let Sister Lin admire her husband's treasure first." Ye Min stood up, straightening her clothes with one hand. I quickly urged her to go to the bathroom, secretly thinking about when I could have sex with Ye Min again with Yang Er.

I asked my wife to have lunch with me at noon, but she said she was too busy with work. Ye Min had already gone out with a group of secretaries, so I had to go out and eat by myself. I also met with the boss of the partner company to discuss the details. I didn't get back to the company until the afternoon.

I had just come out of the men's restroom when I bumped into Ye Min. On a whim, I pulled her into the restroom when no one was around.

"Ugh! Manager, what are you doing? Someone will see us." The little slut glanced at me with a smile, but she didn't dare to be too brazen in public.

Seeing that no one was around, I pulled her into the innermost stall, hung a "Under Repair" sign on the door, locked the door from the inside, and grabbed Ye Min.

(Nine) Cherishing My Slutty Wife

I hugged Ye Min and kissed her passionately. She didn't understand at first, but then responded wildly. Our tongues intertwined, and my hands squeezed her breasts hard.

"You just finished with me this morning, and you want me again this afternoon? Have you been holding back for too long?" Ye Min cooperated with my movements, wrapping her arms around my neck.

"Seeing you makes me horny. Have you ever been fucked in the restroom, you little slut?" I thought that since Yang Er didn't care about his wife, I might as well have my fill and try out how good her back door was.

"Who told you to be my boss? I knew I'd be in your shoes, but you were so prim and proper until you found out she was your friend's wife, then you went all out on her." Ye Min was pressed against the wall by me, her top and bra already pulled up, and I carefully played with her breasts.

I unbuckled my belt, and Ye Min, understanding the situation, squatted down and took out my penis, sucking on it with her mouth. I held her head, moving my hips back and forth, feeling my penis being teased by her nimble tongue, the pleasure was indescribable.

Ye Min pulled my pants down a little more, taking care of my scrotum as well. Thinking that I could enjoy this kind of service every day, I felt great pleasure, and envied Yang Er's good fortune.

Afraid of going too long, I pulled Ye Min up, made her straddle the toilet with her legs apart, lifted her denim skirt above her waist, grabbed her breast with one hand, and roughly squeezed Ye Min's vulva through her stockings with the other, stimulating her.

"Oh...so good...be gentle, it hurts...you're so rough. You do this to Sister Lin too?" Ye Min couldn't take it anymore, moaning and complaining.

"My wife isn't as lewd as you. You have to use lewd methods on lewd people!" I pinched her buttocks again, and was about to grab her stockings and rip them.

Ye Min quickly dodged: "No, it'll be easy for people to find out if you tear them. I'm

not wearing underwear." She twisted her buttocks provocatively. "Who told you to listen to Yang Er so much, to come to the company without underwear? I'll tear your stockings and see where you dare to go with your juices dripping." I pulled her stockings down to her buttocks, gently teased the outside of her vulva with my fingers, and then probed inside.

Her vulva was already overflowing with juices. I stirred it with my fingers, while pinching Ye Min's nipples. Ye Min leaned against the wall and moaned softly, not daring to make a sound.

I couldn't wait any longer. I aimed my penis at her vagina and inserted it, slowly thrusting in and out. I don't know if it was because I was standing, but her vagina felt tighter than that night, and there was a lot more lubrication.

I sped up, thrusting my penis into her vagina, feeling the glans hitting her cervix with each stroke, giving me an unexpected pleasure. Ye Min gradually bent over, one leg even kneeling on the toilet. I felt it was about time, so I pulled out my penis and pressed it against Ye Min's anus. It felt very soft, and with the lubrication of her vaginal fluid, it wasn't difficult to insert the glans.

"Oh, slow down, you've used up all my body in just a few days, you're really impatient!" Ye Min leaned forward, trying to relax her buttock muscles.

"Are you using so hard on Sister Lin's butt too? Oh, it hurts!" Ye Min cried out from my forceful thrusting, gently pulling at her buttocks with her hands, and looking back at me.

I shook my head and thrust forward, finally inserting my penis into Ye Min's anus. It felt much tighter than her vagina, with her body gripping my penis tightly all around.

"So you can't bear to use your own wife's, so you bully your secretary instead. How biased! Oh...oh..." I started moving before Ye Min could finish her angry words. I hadn't expected anal sex to be so stimulating.

I could feel the stimulation on my glans getting stronger and stronger, so I couldn't help but rest for a moment to avoid ejaculating. Ye Min was aroused by me and actively moved her buttocks to stroke my penis. Although the stimulation was less than when I thrust myself, it was still incredibly comfortable.

Suddenly, I heard the door open, and someone came in. Ye Min didn't dare to move too much, just leaning against me. I felt my penis completely inside her.

"Damn it, we still have to continue the meeting. Just hearing that fat guy's voice makes me angry!" The voice sounded familiar, but I still couldn't remember who it was. However, I could already tell it was someone from the vice president's office. The general manager went abroad for a year-long business trip, so the current vice president is in charge. The vice president is a bit overweight and is secretly called "Fatty Hu" (Hu being his surname).

"Forget it, that guy just likes to throw a show of force in meetings, just ignore him. By the way, I saw that fat guy touching Zheng Ting's butt for a long time the other day." I recognized the voice as Li Tai, the HR manager, and Zheng Ting is his secretary.

"You're too late. That girl was already with Fatty Hu before she even joined your company, they're still entangled!" Both of them had pulled up their pants but didn't leave.

Then I heard the sound of someone lighting a cigarette. "I think the finance department is Fatty Hu's favorite. Is Xu Qiang a relative of Fatty Hu? He's already got power as soon as he arrived," Li Tai said.

"I think it's because of the deputy director, Lin Ying. Fatty Hu never dares to mess with her. Speaking of which, that woman has a really good figure. I heard she already has a son, and she still maintains such a good figure, very feminine." He's actually commenting on my wife! Damn it!

Ye Min chuckled wickedly. I thrust into her forcefully, my hand sliding to her vulva, teasing the clitoris. The stimulation caused Ye Min to press my hand down, her legs tensing.

"Lin Ying has a great figure, but she's too proper. If you joke with her, she won't even acknowledge you. I don't think anyone has ever touched her body except her husband, Yang Feng. I really want to get her into bed and fuck her a couple of times." Li Ye and the other man chuckled lewdly, then I heard the sound of a door opening and someone leaving.

I secretly thought that one day I'd get my hands on Li Ye. How dare he speak ill of my wife! I'd ruin him.

"Ha, maybe one day Sister Lin will be taken into the bathroom too… Oh!" I thought bitterly, thrusting my penis hard. Ye Min was immediately rendered speechless by my penetration.

My wife is so proper at work; it's hard to imagine her going out to find another wife. If she had Ye Min's lewdness, she wouldn't need to go out and fool around. I couldn't help but recall the image of my uncle on top of my wife, and I couldn't resist thrusting harder a few times, my hands becoming rougher.

Ye Min's vagina felt hot and wet, overflowing with vaginal fluid, covering my hands. I thought she had lost control of her bladder, but seeing her softly leaning against me, I knew she had orgasmed.

After a dozen or so thrusts, my glans felt a tingling sensation, and my semen sprayed into Ye Min's anus. It felt like the amount wasn't as much as in the morning, and some yellowish-white liquid came out with it. Ye Min sat on the toilet, used toilet paper to wipe my penis clean, and then gently sucked on it. I couldn't help but feel another surge of excitement, and the remaining semen flowed out.

I checked that no one was outside, let Ye Min run into the women's restroom next door to tidy her clothes, and I pretended nothing had happened, went back to my office, grabbed my camera, and went home. I

racked my brains all night trying to figure out how to do it, but I couldn't succeed until just before going to bed. I couldn't just take pictures of my wife while she was changing, so it seemed I had no choice but to wait until she fell asleep.

My wife was probably quite busy with work; we cuddled briefly before she fell asleep. I waited for her to settle down. This time was different from last time; my wife hadn't been drinking. I didn't want to think about what would happen if we were discovered. But thinking about Ye Min and all the benefits of joining the club, I decided to take the risk.

Listening to my wife's even breathing, I quietly turned on the bedside lamp, adjusting the light to a fairly bright level. My wife probably sensed it; she raised her arm to cover her eyes but didn't wake up.

I waited a while longer before daring to take out my camera. I looked at my wife and gently snapped a picture. The flash startled me, but I was relieved to see that my wife didn't react.

My wife was only wearing a white silk nightgown, her nipples faintly visible, indicating she wasn't wearing a bra. She lay flat on the bed, one hand raised to cover her face, her curves fully exposed.

I mustered my courage and gently lifted the nightgown past her waist, revealing black lace panties—a style I preferred.

The nightgown fell to her chest, revealing her full, firm breasts. I didn't dare wait; I immediately took two pictures, then changed angles and took a few more. Next, I slightly parted her legs, revealing pubic hair peeking out from the sides of her panties, and took a close-up. That should be enough.

I hadn't expected it to be done so quickly. I carefully checked the photos, deleting a few and keeping five to give to Yang Er tomorrow. I wasn't comfortable with Ye Min; who knew what that little slut might do?

After dressing his wife, he went back to sleep, secretly thinking that he would soon be able to join the club and attend the couple's gathering next week. He was very excited and knew he had to ask Yang Er about the couple's information tomorrow.

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