Director forced himself on your wife

It's the weekend again. After a hard week, everyone is finally able to relax. Just before leaving work, the newly appointed department head suddenly announced: "Tomorrow, we'll all be going to a nearby hot spring for the weekend!" Everyone cheered. It's the end of the year, and besides material rewards, physical relaxation is also necessary. Everyone cheered and discussed tomorrow's trip. The new leader quietly approached your wife, "Duoduo, please come to my office." In the workplace, everyone calls your wife "Sister Duo," and the new leader is no exception.
He, the newly appointed leader, is 40 years old. He has a side-parted hairstyle, wears black-rimmed glasses, and resembles Andy Lau. He always wears a suit and his black leather shoes are always shiny, giving him a scholarly image. The average age of the nurses in the department is around 27. For women of this age, hormones are at their peak. As a successful and somewhat handsome mature man, he's bound to be the subject of gossip among the staff. Perhaps they even think of him when they're intimate with their husbands. Behind their backs, everyone calls him Brother Hua.
Your wife, 30 years old, graduated from a nursing program at a certain university. While not exactly the most beautiful girl in the department, she's definitely a definite beauty. At work, beneath her thick nurse's uniform, she wears a short skirt, black stockings, and especially your favorite thong, along with a leopard-print bra. After work, her flowing hair, red lips, low-cut top, bodycon skirt, and long, slender legs hidden by black stockings and high heels make her a striking sight in the department. Even the newly recruited junior doctors, Liu Yin and Chen Ru, have to give her a thumbs up and compliment her, saying, "Sister Duo has a great figure!"
Hearing the department head's instructions, your wife was startled, wondering if she had made a mistake. With a heart full of trepidation, she followed Hua Zai to the head doctor's office. "Duo Duo, I've been in charge of this department for almost two months now, and this is our first conversation. Are you getting used to my work style lately?" the head doctor asked kindly, his eyes scanning your wife from head to toe like a comb, finally settling on her ample bosom. "Director, everyone's adapted well to your work style and approach. Under your leadership, performance-based pay has increased significantly these past two months. Everyone's praising you behind your back—not only are you handsome, but you're also very capable..." Before she could finish, your wife realized she'd misspoke. Praising a man's looks directly in front of him wasn't appropriate. "Really?" The director's eyes lit up. "Bring your husband along tomorrow too, so everyone can get to know each other. I'll drive my car; they can take the bus, and you can come with me." Hearing the director's commanding tone, and the prospect of riding in the same car as him, your wife was flattered. This was something many nurses in the department, especially the younger ones, dreamed of. But she was also a little apprehensive, because you often had to work weekends, and this weekend was no exception. "Director, I..." Before she could finish, the director interrupted her, "It's settled then. Go to work. I'll wait for you in the hospital parking lot tomorrow." Your wife could only quietly walk out of the director's office, unaware that a lewd gaze was fixed on her, following her buttocks intently, as if trying to burn a hole in her nurse's uniform, and a barely perceptible lewd smile played on the director's lips.
Speaking of people your age, you always have too many responsibilities, striving for your career, fighting for your family and loved ones, so working overtime on weekends has become commonplace. On weekends, while your beautiful wife is still in the warm bed, you're already preparing to leave. Of course, before leaving, you like to do some "morning exercise" on her soft body, then rush out the door. On your way to work, you always fantasize about your wife's moans, her warm, moist vagina, the slapping sounds of her plump buttocks during doggy style, and the sexy thong underneath. Did your wife call another man after you left, asking him to fulfill your unfinished duties? Perhaps multiple men would be wildly fucking your wife on your double bed at home. You always fantasize about your wife like this. And your wife, every time after your quick, cathartic release, is woken up by you, wide awake, her cunt always feeling empty. She'll insert her slender middle finger into her wet vagina, while her other hand kneads her firm, large breasts. Her wanton nature is revealed with the thrusting of her finger, fantasizing about countless men serving her like a queen. Of course, recently she's also fantasizing about the department head, finally reaching a blissful climax through her own thrusting. The department head is indeed a department head; he has unparalleled insight into life. He overheard your wife talking to a colleague about your work routine. He doesn't want you to go and ruin his plans. From the first day he entered the department, he's been lusting after your wife's beauty, but he's a patient wolf. Tomorrow is the best time for him to strike.
Saturday morning, the golden sunlight shines on the curtains of your bedroom, with a few rays occasionally filtering through the curtain seams onto the double bed. Your wife straddles you, her messy hair swaying, eyes half-closed, emitting sweet but not cloying moans. Her breasts bounce up and down with each thrust of your waist, her hips moving like a motor. The area where your pubic hair meets is already a little damp. "Ah, don't move, I'm going to cum!" you gasp, but your wife seems unmoved, continuing to stroke your penis with her cunt. Suddenly, you thrust your hips, slowing your movements, and a stream of hot semen shoots straight into her cunt. Your wife stops stroking. In her dazed state, your wife hears you say goodbye, only then remembering that she's going to the hot springs for the weekend and won't be back that night, staying at the resort. She stretches lazily on the bed, thinking angrily, "You damn husband, you've made my thong wet." Her hand slips inside her cunt, and the image of the director reappears in her mind. Her fingers lightly touch her labia, which still have a small amount of secretion clinging to them. Oh, a shiver runs through her, and she instantly becomes much more awake. After washing up, she put on a rose-red bra that just covered her nipples, and a rose-colored thong that barely covered her vulva, the rest sinking into her cleft. In front of the full-length mirror, your wife looked at herself from left to right. This was her proud body: wavy hair, delicate eyebrows and a small mouth, her firm breasts adorned with a simple bra that made them appear even whiter and more alluring. The thong, offering no modesty, was deeply buried in her buttocks, her long, slender legs flawless. "You naughty husband, look at how you dressed me," she muttered, secretly pleased. It was getting late, so she slipped on a leopard-print V-neck thermal top, then black shiny leather pants, followed by a tight-fitting sweater that revealed her cleavage without being overly revealing, and dark riding boots. Wrap yourself in a sheer scarf that subtly accentuates your breasts without overly revealing your cleavage, put on a black trench coat, and admire yourself in the mirror one last time. Oh, a natural beauty, even your wife is captivated by herself. With an elegant turn, you step out of the house. The weather is cold, but not bad. Your wavy hair, the long, soft scarf, and the black trench coat flutter in the breeze—how graceful you are!
In the hospital parking lot, a black Audi A8 sits forlornly. Because it's the weekend, the large parking lot is almost empty. Three people are chatting inside. Apparently, over 40 people have taken the bus, but Liu Yin and Chen Ruzhi, having drunk too much the night before, missed their bus and have to ride with the director. "Oh, beautiful!" Liu and Chen exclaimed in surprise. Even the director couldn't resist the temptation and looked over, thinking to himself, "Holy crap, how can there be such a stunning beauty?" Flowing wavy hair, an exaggerated pair of sunglasses on her fair, oval face, crimson lips, a long, creamy-white scarf adorning her flowing black trench coat, just covering her barely visible cleavage, a black V-neck sweater accentuating her high breasts, a slender waist, and long, shapely legs encased in glossy black leather pants. The crisp "clack-clack" of her sexy riding boots echoed with each step, and her black handbag swayed back and forth with her movements. The three men were stunned until the beauty reached the car, at which point they realized their blunder.
"Director, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting," a beautiful woman knocked on the car window, her breath sweet and fragrant. "You are..." the director asked in surprise. Before he could react, the woman took off her glasses. "Sister Duo!!!" Liu and Chen exclaimed. The director hurriedly opened the passenger door for your wife. "Sister Duo, you're so beautiful! I never imagined that Sister Duo, who usually wears her work uniform, would be so beautiful and elegant," Liu and Chen kept praising your wife as she sat down. The Audi A8 smoothly drove out of the hospital and sped along the national highway. Everyone chatted endlessly, and a faint fragrance wafted in the car—a powerful allure of a woman to three men, along with a subtle, almost imperceptible scent that none of the three men, except the director, knew. To get to the hot springs, they had to pass through a tunnel about 5 kilometers long. The light inside the tunnel was very dim. Only Liu and Chen in the back seat could be heard discussing work, while the director talked to your wife about family matters. You told your husband why he couldn't come, something the director had already expected. Suddenly, a hand gently rested on your wife's leather pants, trembling slightly. Your wife understood, but didn't dare to say anything. The hand became increasingly audacious, starting with a touch and then stroking. Your wife gently resisted, but as soon as she moved the hand away, it followed her hand and rested on her sexy thigh. Fortunately, the "tunnel" wasn't too long, and after a few rounds, it was over. Your wife's cheeks were flushed. The journey continued with casual conversation. When they reached the hot springs, your wife realized she had forgotten to bring her swimsuit when she was admiring herself at home. The director said not to worry, he had brought several sets in case any colleagues forgot. At the hot springs, everyone started having fun. Some played mahjong, some played cards, and some had an outdoor barbecue. The director decided to go to the hot springs after dinner. Dinner was filled with celebratory toasts, and your wife drank quite a bit, feeling a growing desire within her.
After dinner, your wife took the swimsuit from the director and wanted to change in the changing room, but it was under renovation and closed. She wanted to change back at her room, but her roommate had already gone to the hot springs and couldn't find it. Just as she was hesitating, she ran into Liu and Chen. They had come to wait for her, but the standard rooms were full, so the director and the two of them had to stay in a triple room. "Sister Duo, the director is still in the room, you go in and change, we're going to swim first," they said, and then left. "That's not a good idea, changing in a room with a man, but if I don't change in the director's room, there really isn't anywhere else to change," she thought, but wasn't entirely against it. Reaching the door, she saw it was ajar. She knocked a few times but received no response. Without much thought, she turned and went in, leaving the door ajar as well. The hotel layout was the same; after entering the room, you had to go through a narrow passage. Next to it was the bathroom, the door was closed, and the light inside was on. Your wife was wondering what was going on when suddenly the bathroom door opened, and the director, shirtless and wearing only swimming trunks, walked out. He was 1.80 meters tall, with a strong, broad chest. Even at 40, his eight-pack abs were still very defined, and a huge, prominent bulge emanated from his lower body in front of his swim trunks. His skin, except for his slightly fair face, had a healthy tan under the light. The aisle was too narrow, and the director's movements were too fast, so your wife stumbled. "Ah!" your wife cried out, about to hit the wall, but in a flash, the director nimbly caught her and pulled her tightly into his arms. At that moment, the air seemed to freeze. Your wife's wavy hair hung down, her almond-shaped eyes wide with fear, her sensual lips red, her proud breasts rising and falling with her rapid breathing, and the cleavage that was faintly visible. The director's gaze could no longer leave your wife. His huge lower body pressed tightly against your wife's crotch, and your wife could feel the size of his penis even through her tight, shiny leather pants. "Are you alright?" the director asked anxiously, but his hands and lower body showed no intention of moving away. Your wife blushed and said she was fine, pulling her hands away from the director's, but her body felt a strange sensation. This feeling was indescribable; only the director knew. The fragrance in the car, combined with the effects of the alcohol, would make any woman unable to resist the temptation of a man. The director knew that if he missed this opportunity, he didn't know when he would be able to get your wife again. He had waited for two months, and he couldn't wait any longer.
Just as your wife walked towards the bed, the director quickly went up and hugged her from behind, pushing her against the wall at the same time. Your wife cried out in a panicked whisper, "Director, no, someone will see, let go." Your wife struggled fiercely, but the director was too strong. She was pressed tightly against the wall, unable to put any weight on her hands or feet. "Didn't you say I'm handsome? Didn't you like me? Today I'll satisfy you," he said, his left hand kneading your wife's shapely buttocks through her leather pants, while his right hand vigorously rubbed her breasts through her tight sweater. "Director, no, please have some self-respect. If you don't stop, I'll scream," your wife said in a trembling voice. "Scream, they've all gone to the hot springs, who will hear you? Besides, you're dressed like this today, and you're in my room, who will believe you were forced?" the director threatened your wife, his hands moving even faster. He unzipped your wife's leather pants with his left hand and pulled them down, revealing a third of her plump buttocks. A rose-red thong made her buttocks even more sexy. It was called a thong, but it was actually just a few thin straps, which you bought for her when you went on your business trip. The director's right hand slid down your wife's cleavage, stopping at her left breast and kneading it incessantly. "Duoduo, you're so sexy. These slutty thongs and such a small bra can't even cover your butt and breasts. You dress like this to seduce men, right? Today I'll grant your wish." Your wife's writhing waist and sexy buttocks aroused the director's even stronger animalistic desires. He forcefully pushed your wife against the wall, pulling her leather pants down to her calves, revealing a glimpse of her vulva from behind. Your wife almost cried out, begging, "Director, please, let me go, I have a husband, no... ah!" Another gasp escaped as the director forcefully inserted his left index and middle fingers into your wife's vagina. Your wife writhed and begged. "Duoduo, look, you said you were dressed like this, but your vagina betrays you. How wet, how wet," the director said wickedly, his left hand thrusting faster. Actually, ever since your wife started drinking, her body has been in a state of sexual arousal, with her vagina constantly secreting lubrication. This is thanks to the reaction between the fragrance in the car and the ethanol. Although your wife verbally resisted and physically struggled, she knew in her heart that she needed it, and she didn't know how long she could resist. The lubrication from her vagina began to flow down from the base of your wife's struggling thighs, so crystal clear, silently proving the master's strong desire.
The director forcefully grabbed your wife's waist and threw her onto the bed. Your wife fell backward without resistance. At this moment, your wife was no longer the goddess she once was. Her trench coat, leather pants, and scarf were already on the floor beside the bed. Her wavy hair was disheveled, her alluring eyes were glazed over, and she stared at the director in terror. Her tight sweater and leopard-print thermal underwear had been pulled up to her neck, and her sexy bra had been removed from her nipples. Your wife tried to back away with her legs on the bed, and although she covered her vulva with her right hand, her dark, triangular pubic hair was still visible. The director, admiring your wife's body, pulled down his swim trunks, revealing his enormous penis. You are most satisfied with your 17-centimeter erect penis. Although the penetration and ejaculation process only lasts about 5 minutes, your wife is always moaning softly. But compared to the director's, yours is pathetic—too small. The director's penis, thick and long like his forearm, with bulging veins, stood erect like a cobra's head between his legs, ready to launch a fierce attack on your territory. The director pounced on your wife, his entire muscular body pressing down on her. He lifted her hands above her head, pressing them down with his right hand, and ripped off her bra with his left. The bra couldn't withstand the director's force; it only had a few straps with triangular pieces of fabric just covering her nipples, so it came off easily. "You're so slutty, dressed like this, you want men to fuck you," the director said lewdly, dropping his refined facade. His left hand continued to knead your wife's breasts, which were constantly being shaped under his lewd hand, and her pink nipples were quietly becoming erect. "No, you scoundrel, let me go!" your wife struggled. "Ah!" the director yelled, leaving teeth marks on her shoulder from her forceful bite. The director quickly got up to check, and just then, your wife struggled to her feet, scrambling onto the middle of the bed. "You slut, you're really fucking ruthless. Watch how I deal with you!" The director pounced on your wife again, grabbing her left foot and pulling it back forcefully. He then spread her legs wide, trying to create an M-shape. At this point, her thong was useless; her entire cunt was fully exposed, even her contracting anus was clearly visible. The director showed no mercy now. He angrily pulled your wife's legs back, almost breaking her delicate body in two, her thighs almost touching her breasts. "Ah, no, no..." your wife screamed hysterically. The director thrust his hips forward, a third of his penis already inside your wife's cunt, stretching it out of shape, her thong pulled up to her labia majora. "You slut, feeling good, huh? Bigger than your useless husband, right? Don't worry, I've left most of it outside for you. You're in for a treat," the director said. "No, it hurts, it hurts!" Your wife's entire body instantly broke out in tiny beads of sweat. "Come on, you slut, enjoy it," the director shouted, quickening his thrusting movements. His entire penis kept going in and out, the tender red flesh of her vagina being pulled in and out with each thrust of his thick penis. "Ah, um, um..." Your wife's resistance slowly turned into moans of pleasure. Although her body was still writhing, it was no longer clear whether it was resistance or enjoyment.
To conquer a woman, you must first conquer her vagina—this old saying is absolutely true. "You slut, feeling good, huh? Your husband's little penis can't possibly satisfy you," the director said. At this point, your wife was powerless to resist. Perhaps the director's penis was indeed enjoyable. She slowly wrapped her arms around him and raised her plump buttocks higher, allowing his penis to penetrate even deeper. These subtle movements could not fool the director. "You slut, look how much you're enjoying this, stop pretending to be a saint," the sounds of slapping continued in the room. Your wife's breasts swayed wildly under the director's relentless thrusting, her juices mixed with sweat flowing down her vulva and soaking the white sheets. The director flipped your wife over, making her crawl like a bitch. With a "swoosh," his entire penis slid in effortlessly, her breasts swaying in the air. Your wife's moans rose higher and higher, because doggy style was her favorite position, and the easiest way to reach orgasm. "Slap, slap," the director's handprints were left on her plump buttocks. The director pulled at her still-on thong, his other hand grabbing your wife's wavy hair, relentlessly thrusting into her cunt, like a general conquering a battlefield. "Mmm, mmm..." Your wife was so exhausted that even her moans were weak, her face turning from flushed to bright red. "Come on, you slut, climb on the glass," the director pushed your wife against the glass separating the bathroom and the bedroom. Looking from the bathroom into the bedroom, you could clearly see your wife's breasts and pubic hair, pressed to one side, moving rhythmically under the director's doggy style. After 20 minutes of frantic thrusting against the glass wall, the director yelled "Ah!" and ejaculated, millions of sperm shooting into your wife's uterus through her vagina. Your wife felt the director's penis throbbing powerfully inside her. The director pushed your wife down onto the bed. Your wife's entire fair body convulsed uncontrollably; her vagina, already gaping from the director's massive penis, was wide open, semen continuously flowing out. After finishing, the director put on his swimming trunks and walked out without looking back. At that moment, two dark figures outside the half-open door quickly disappeared into the darkness…

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