Beautiful wife given to someone else to have sex

My husband and I rented a beat-up Jeep while traveling, but it broke down on the way back to our accommodation
. By the time it was repaired, it was already past 11 p.m.
Looking at the dark, moonless night outside the run-down auto repair shop, my husband said to me,
"Sasha, it looks like we need to find a guide to take us back."
"Huh? Why? Don't you know the way back? Then we…"

Seeing my husband's helpless expression, I figured that was the only option. We'd been driving around and sightseeing, and we'd completely
forgotten our route, especially since it was pitch black.

The auto repair shop owner was a man who looked to be in his forties. Although his skin was oily and shiny,
and he was tall and muscular, I didn't like the way he looked at me—that lewd,
lustful , that look that made me afraid to look him in the eye while my heart was racing.

Because he had been busy repairing our car, and because of the humid weather, his broad, thick upper body was bare.

In the dim light, his thick, dark chest hair appeared even more striking, extending all the way to his lower abdomen. His hips
were loosely by only a pair of greasy, floral-patterned shorts. While repairing the car, he seemed to deliberately let his large, round testicles
slip out of his loose trousers, exposing them to my view.
The shadow made me blush and my heart pound.

After overhearing my conversation with my husband, he used his lustful gaze to tease my
large, plump breasts, tightly encased in a silk vest, and my fleshy, white
thighs exposed beneath my miniskirt, while suggesting to my husband that he be our guide.
My husband squinted at him for a moment, then suddenly turned to look at me, as if seeking my
opinion, but there was clearly a pleading look in his eyes.
My face flushed again. A strange, unsettling feeling welled up inside me; I sensed something
unusual was about to happen. I wanted to refuse my husband's plea because I was terrified
of the extremely lewd and obscene look in that man's eyes when he looked at me. But…
My husband and I wanted to rent a car locally for convenience while traveling. But to our great disappointment
, we couldn't find a decent car. The jeep we rented was not only dilapidated
but also lacked a roof, and after numerous repairs, only the two front seats remained. Of course,
it wouldn't be a problem for just my husband and me, but now that we had to fit three people, I was in a bit of a predicament. But
there was no other way; unless my husband and I camped out in the wilderness that night, we would have to travel as a trio.

(II)

In the darkness, our dilapidated car with only two seats bumped along the mountain road without the light of stars or moon
…

My husband was still driving, because he said it was safer to have our lives in our own hands.
But my husband insisted I sit on the repair shop owner's lap, jokingly saying his strong thighs were very elastic and would
save me from the bumpy ride. At first, I felt uncomfortable and refused. But then I thought that if I didn't do it, my
husband and I wouldn't be able to get back to our accommodation, so I had no choice but to sit shyly on the repair shop owner's muscular
thighs, and my ample body could only be lewdly embraced by him.

The car bumped along the mountain road, and countless small insects swarmed and danced in front of the dim headlights...

This tourist spot was already very hot in May, and the air humidity in the mountains was also very high at night. Although
there was a breeze as the car moved forward, I still felt sticky all over, especially since my hairy
armpits had begun to secrete a faint body odor.

Only the sound of the car engine could be heard on the mountain road, and the three of us remained silent. Because we had to drive out of this winding
mountain road to reach the flat national highway, and only then would we have room to play our role as guides.

Watching my husband drive with tense eyes fixed on the road ahead, I couldn't help but lean down and
kiss …

My husband turned back and smiled at me, his tone somewhat lewd as he said, “Sasha, how is it? Feeling excited? Don't you always like the feeling of excitement? How's it going

tonight ?” 　　Oh, feeling… 　　Yes, from the moment I got into the car, I felt something, a feeling of being about to be trapped in a quagmire from which I couldn't escape. Sitting next to my own husband, yet being tightly embraced and lewdly violated by another stranger, a man reeking of male odor, this feeling was something I had never experienced before. 　　As the car bumped along the mountain road, I constantly felt a hot, hard, thick rod of flesh rubbing intensely against my plump, fleshy buttocks against my thick labia. Because I was sitting on the lap of the car , my already short miniskirt, which barely covered my buttocks, was now completely useless, exposing to this stranger my snow-white, plump buttocks, with only a thin thread embedded in my buttocks. Oh, my dear husband, you don't know, the man beneath you, from the moment I sat on him, his hands have never been still. My plump, fleshy buttocks and tender thighs have been ravaged by his two large, dark, and filthy hands with their thick knuckles. My soft, fleshy buttocks completely satisfied his senses, thus fueling his lust. He was so rough, he kneaded so hard that even my plump buttocks, covered in thick fat couldn't withstand the pain. I imagine my once snow-white , pink buttocks and thighs must now be covered in bruises from his kneading. 　　And he also lewdly violated my plump , . Oh, my dear husband, you know that when I'm aroused, my swollen, glistening, and fluid-covered clitoris is my most sensitive erogenous zone. 　　Oh, my dear husband, you know your wife has a very high sex drive; even the slightest touch from a man can bring her to orgasm. And now, this man shamelessly has pulled her plump clitoris from between her tightly closed labia and is playing with it until it's abnormally swollen. How can I, trembling with lust, endure the torment of this burning, immoral desire for long? 　　Just as I was about to stand up from his stimulation, he took the opportunity to poke my large fingers...

He was messing with my tender anus. Oh, my dear husband, I'm almost being played to death by this filthy man beside you.

Don't you notice anything? Are you just going to let it go? Let this man
grope and use such shameful and lewd techniques on me?

(III)

Well, it's too late now. Because this stinky man's lust has already risen and
surged, and what I feared has inevitably happened.

The man lifted my buttocks and quickly pulled off his greasy trousers, so that
his thick and long penis was completely exposed to the humid air. Then he
pulled the thin thread of my silk thong, which he had already groped and embedded in my labia, to the outer edge of my labia, so that he could shamelessly
kiss his magnificent genitals against my honey-dripping tender hole.

The car jolted, as if entering a bumpy section of road.

"Watch out, hold on tight!" my husband shouted without turning around.

"Yeah, you watch out too, don't drive too fast," I replied, leaning forward to grab
the handle on the windshield. Just then, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my lower body. As I leaned forward to grab the handle,
the man's thick penis beneath me had, with the bumpy ride, plunged deep into my wet vagina.
"Ugh..." This filthy man's foul-smelling, enormous glans had forcibly occupied
the depths of my narrow, winding vagina. The intense, tingling, and numbing sensation surging from my core made me lose my senses and
cry out involuntarily...

Still shaken, I nervously turned to look at my husband, only to see him still intently
gripping the steering wheel, staring straight ahead, seemingly oblivious to my screams of being raped.

The car continued to bounce up and down the bumpy mountain road, and the large glans of the car repair shop owner's thick, long
penis , with each bump, shamelessly ravaged my hidden, delicate

clitoris...

My husband was right beside me, but my thick, tender labia were enveloped by another man's large
penis ; I felt the scene was utterly depraved.

The extremely strong masculine scent emanating from the man beneath me made me dizzy. And with each
shameful violation of my clitoris, my whole body burned, and my lust surged.

I was losing control. As if responding to the invasion
and humiliation of my delicate clitoris by the man's large glans, the honey-like fluid gushing from deep within my womb, with each thrust of the penis,
flowed to the man's lower abdomen, soaking the genitals of the man who was playing with me
.

Slap, slap, slap—that was the sound of my plump buttocks hitting the man's strong thighs.

*Squeak, squeak—* That was the moaning sound of my vaginal fluid being thrust into by a man's thick penis.

This obscene symphony of sex rose and fell amidst the roar of the car engine…
I felt my body go limp, my thoughts began to blur…
Although I had sexual experience before marriage, and had slept with other men behind my husband's back after marriage,
this was the first time I had been played with by another man in front of my husband. I didn't know if my husband knew about my
sordid affair with this filthy man. Although it was dark, and the dim headlights probably couldn't let
my husband see what was happening around him, he should have heard my moans.
Could it be that my husband didn't hear? Did he turn a blind eye? Could it be that my husband…

Why did my husband insist on driving? Why did he so readily let me sit on another man's lap?

Even when that man was groping and playing with me in such an extremely lewd way, he didn't seem to care?

Oh, I suddenly realized—my husband might be deliberately indulging me; he wanted me to fully experience and
enjoy this erotic act that I felt both extremely ashamed and intensely craving!

Thinking of this, I could no longer control myself. I glanced gratefully at my husband,
then turned my back to him, straddling the man who reeked of sex, and shyly stretched
out my plump, white arms to tightly embrace his neck. But even with all these actions, I
couldn't escape the bite of that enormous glans against my cervix…
The repair shop owner was indeed a seasoned womanizer. Seeing that I had given up my previously
weak immediately understood that I had completely surrendered
and would willingly let him play with and humiliate me. So, with a lewd grin, he changed his methods of raping me.
A foul-smelling mouth began searching for my lips in the darkness and swaying; a large, calloused
hand skillfully rolled my silk vest up to my neck. Then, with practiced ease, he unbuttoned
my 36D silk bra, and instantly, my two large, plump, white breasts burst forth. They were not only
exposed to the damp air but also completely naked before the man who was raping me. Seeing this bloody scene, the repair shop owner
was overcome with lust, and his filthy, black hand began to shamelessly fondle the two greasy, high mounds of flesh before him
. The rough kneading deformed my breasts; the calloused friction hardened my nipples; the man's
incredibly skillful lewd techniques made me gasp and moan involuntarily.

His thick, long penis was now deeply inserted into my cervix. With each bumpy ride,
the large glans teased and sucked at my shy, tender clitoris. His shameless actions only
fueled my burgeoning lust once more… (To be continued)
(V)

Because I was facing away from my husband, I felt as if my psychological barriers had lessened considerably.

In reality, this was pure self-deception. Could my husband be unaware of what was happening around him?
Could he be indifferent to his wife being played with by another man? It's just that my husband…

However, you must understand that when a woman is aroused to the point of intense lust and utter wantonness, she no longer
cares whose genitals are being played with and penetrated inside her vagina, because at this moment, all she needs

is to release her lust. As a woman, once she releases the shackles of her lust,
she cares about nothing else.

Therefore, when the repair shop owner used his tarnished, yellow teeth to bite my two swollen nipples, the size of red dates…
When my large, swollen nipples appeared, I impulsively pressed my head against his face, seemingly anticipating his foul mouth plundering my fragrant
lips .

The man's rough, long tongue scraped against the inside of my tender mouth. The man's thick lips sucked on
my delicate earlobe. The man's calloused, dirty hands roughly kneaded my two
large, swollen breasts, which were already aching from his stimulation.
Suddenly, the man playing with me perversely spat a mouthful of foul-smelling saliva into my sweet little mouth. And
I not only accepted it passionately, but even extended my tender little tongue for this man with foul breath
to suck and taste.

A wave of throbbing pain came from my chest. I felt that my two already large and soft breasts had become
even larger and higher from this man's rough kneading. And my two nipples, the size of red dates, had
swollen the point that they would almost squirt milk at the slightest touch.

I was already intoxicated by this shameless and lewd game. I even anticipated this man's
further .

Just as I was swaying in the waves of desire, the man suddenly pulled one of my arms away and began
to violate my secret, the armpit that I reserved only for my husband.

Oh, my armpit, my armpit is filled with abundant body hair that arouses men…

because my husband especially likes to lick my armpits during intercourse. He once told me that whenever he licked my
armpits, the faint, sour scent emanating from them would cause his
small penis to quickly swell and become erect. Therefore, even when wearing sleeveless vests in the sweltering heat or swimming in the pool, I
have never shaved my armpit hair. Perhaps some men would think such a woman is not clean, but as my husband said
—a woman with armpit hair, sometimes unintentionally revealed, can add a lot of allure. And at this moment, the man invaded the forbidden territory that my husband possessed, which made me feel extremely shy and my face
burning hot. I wanted to resist, but I no longer had the strength to put up a proper fight. The result was that
with a little struggle, I was violated by this strong man, and my armpits were finally taken.

The man rapidly licked and sucked my armpit hair with his rough, long tongue, and constantly rubbed my
sensitive area under my armpits with his nose. I was overwhelmed by this lust, so different from my husband's, and my uterus
began to gush forth again, because another of my erogenous zones had been unintentionally captured by this man…

(VI)

At this moment, the air seemed to freeze. The man's strong bad breath and the sour body odor emanating from my armpits from
the stimulation made me tremble with ecstasy…

“Oh, you insert, you hurry… insert… oh. Insert deeper, yes, right here, right here… oh… oh!”

I made love intensely with the stranger amidst the roar of the car engine. I wanted to
scream . But I dared not, because my husband was right next to me. Even though my husband knew I was driven
mad by the man beneath me, I bit my lip, struggling to suppress the
screams . However, this incredibly satisfying and stimulating state didn't last long. I felt the enormous glans inside my uterus begin to throb violently, and the man
's dirty hands, kneading my large breasts, began to tremble convulsively. His head tilted back, and he gasped for breath… Oh, even this master of womanizing couldn't hold back any longer. Enveloped and sucked by my sweet, throbbing core, assaulted by my
scalding love juices, he was about to ejaculate… I suddenly awoke from my lewd haze. My God! These past two days have been my fertile window! And there's nothing inside

my uterus to restrain my blossoming flower! 　　I quickly grabbed the repair shop owner's neck and whispered in his ear, 　　"No, please don't ejaculate inside, okay? I don't have an IUD. These are my fertile days; if you ejaculate inside , I'll get pregnant." 　　Unexpectedly, my words only fueled the man's shameless lust. Instead of pulling his enormous thrust it even deeper into my uterus. I felt his large glans break through my tight cervix, bathed in the love juices within my womb. He pressed his foul mouth against my ear and said obscenely, "Wife, I'm going to ejaculate inside your uterus; I'm going to make you pregnant with my child. Looking at how horny , I really want to fuck you to death. I'm going to fuck your uterus raw, I'm going to fuck you to death, you fat-ass slut." The man panted as he spoke, holding me tightly without restraint, his thick, hard penis, like an iron bar, thrusting rapidly into the depths of my uterus. 　　The man's vulgar and shameless words didn't disgust me; instead, they made my blood boil . I was truly aroused by his lust, and the honey-like fluid in my tender vagina shamelessly began to lubricate his large, thick, veiny male genitals as he thrust back and forth. 　With each powerful thrust, my cervix began to ache and tingle; my delicate toes began to twitch and spasm ; my high, firm breasts rose and fell in waves of lust. Oh, my climax was imminent! 　　Suddenly, I desperately clung to the neck of the man who was raping me and screamed: 　　"Shoot! Shoot, shoot inside my tender womb! You filthy man, I want to be pregnant with your dirty bastard! Shoot…you…" 　　At the sound of my scream, the filthy man held me tightly, and his engorged, egg-sized glans instantly gushed forth large spurts of semen… 　　Oh, I loved this penis, this penis several times larger than my husband's, the one that brought me to ecstasy. The moment the man's enormous glans forced its way through my tightly closed cervix, I was so stimulated that my entire body went limp. 　　Oh, that scalding, yet filthy semen, not only burned my delicate uterus, causing it to convulse in pain, but also contaminated my clean, tender uterine walls; at that moment, countless wanton sperm were surely rampaging inside my uterus, raping my beautiful, unprotected eggs… I lay helplessly on the man who had violated me. I couldn't even imagine how shameless and immoral what had just happened, because at the very instant the man ejaculated, I too had experienced the long-awaited orgasm. I breathed weakly. Right beside my husband, right next to my husband so close, I had been completely possessed by another man, body and soul. I made no real resistance.

I even willingly let him ejaculate his filthy semen into my uterus. He so vilely played with and defiled me, yet
I felt a euphoric pleasure. It seems a wanton woman, promiscuous and wanton, is about to be born.

Oh, my dear husband, I'm sorry. I simply couldn't escape or resist
the temptation , causing you to be cuckolded once again. It's not your fault; I couldn't control myself,
being played with and defiled by another man right under your nose. Oh, my dear, I'm sorry.

But, I also blame you. It's because you forced me to sit on this filthy man that
his shameless lust succeeded. It's not my fault; you know I'm an extremely sexy and sexually active
woman, easily seduced and manipulated by men. Wasn't that how you tricked me into your hands?
Today , you seem to have intentionally pushed me next to this man I normally look down upon, letting him taste
the deliciousness of my voluptuous body, something he could never experience before. Are you indifferent to seeing your beautiful, voluptuous wife
being played with by another man right beside you? Do you deliberately let your wife be raped by another man
to gratify yourself?

My eyelids feel incredibly heavy. The intense intercourse just now has left my body weak and drowsy.
Ignoring shamelessly wrapped my fleshy arms around the man's hairy chest,
pressing my face tightly against his sweaty, stinking chest.
Oh, you shameless, filthy man. Although your body is filthy, although your big cock reeks
and is covered in grime, I still love your big, meaty rod churning inside my vagina!
My husband's cock, no matter how hard it gets, has never touched my hidden clitoris, while you not only ravaged

my clitoris but also pierced my uterine walls, which are like a hymen. Oh, you
filthy man I both love and hate…
Oh, I'm going to sleep—why is your penis still so thick and long even after you ejaculated? I won't be able to sleep with it pressed
between my two thick labia, which are dripping with dirty semen.
Oh, I really need to sleep—let my slender, fleshy hands hold your
big, smelly cock, which is about to stand erect again, and masturbate you.
In my drowsy state, I feel the road starting to level out. And on my unmasked, full body, it seems
like another hand is digging into my tender hole, which has been hurt and is soaked in a mixture of love juice and semen... In my drowsy state, I vaguely hear
the conversation between the repair shop owner who just played with and raped me and my husband:
"Boss, did you like me playing with your wife like that?"
"No!"
"Oh, you didn't like it. Then why did you force your wife to sit on me and let me play with her?
I thought you were the kind of man who would want other men to humiliate his wife."

"Damn it, you're wrong. I just wanted my wife to enjoy this kind of game.
As long as she likes it, then I like it."

"Oh, really? Hehe, looks like your wife really enjoys me playing with her like this. You don't know, it was dark
earlier , and you were busy driving, so you didn't see how crazy your wife was from my lewdness. I just played with
her ass with my hand, and her pussy was squirting so much, it soaked my pubic hair. Oh, your wife's pussy
is so tight and juicy, it feels so good on my dick. Oh, and your wife's fleshy ass, it's so
soft and plump, I love playing with women like that. Here, you can't find a woman as slutty and charming
as , she's the most enjoyable to play with. Ah, I'm so lucky
to have played with a woman like your wife."

"Damn it, stop talking nonsense. You're really good at this, look at my wife, you've made her pass out.

Hey, how do I drive now?"

“Oh, just keep driving. Turn left when you see a sign for 20 kilometers. Oh, boss, could
you give me a little extra money later? I’ve had a lot of fun with your wife. Besides, I need to catch
a ride back before dawn.”

“Money is no problem. But—don’t go back today. When you get to the hotel, take a good shower,
clean your body, and oh yes, your dick, and then fuck my wife again. I want
to watch . I was busy driving and it was dark, so who knows what you two were up to? I just heard you two
shouting.”

“Hehe, boss, that was your wife’s screams when I was fucking her crazy. Oh, boss, you really
want me to stay and play with your wife again?”

"Of course it's true. But you have to wash yourself clean. My wife likes clean, strong men with big
dicks to fuck her. Also, you have to wear a condom, don't fucking ejaculate inside her uterus.

You know? She doesn't want to get an IUD because my wife thinks that if she does, the
feeling of her clitoris colliding with a man's glans will be different."

"Oh, boss, you're so considerate of your wife. You're such a good man. Okay, when we get to
the hotel, if your wife likes it, and you're willing, I want to have some fun with your wife's asshole. Oh, your wife's
asshole is so tight. When I poked her asshole with my finger just now, your wife was so horny that she stuck her tongue out and let me lick it.
She's such a horny cunt. Look at her now, lying on top of me, her hand is still
holding my dick."

"Shut up. Damn, you've made my dick hard."

"Hehe."

In my drowsy state, I felt many hands caressing my body, my sweet little mouth and warm, slender
vagina filled with men's dirty semen. And—my anus, why is my anus so
swollen ? Oh, it turns out there's a thick, dark, veiny penis lingering inside my tender rectum.

Oh… the lingering lust is spreading through my body again.

Oh, my husband, I love you. Because of you, I've experienced this indescribable, wanton pleasure.

Oh, my husband, I hate you too. Because of you, I was played with and raped by that filthy man,
and I willingly let him seduce so many of his filthy sperm into my womb. Oh, darling, you should
know these days are when my tender, beautiful eggs are searching for mates! Heaven knows, will I be
raped and pregnant by this man?…
My wife and I stood in front of the door for a while. Several male students stared at my wife for quite some time. I thought one of them was the boy in question, but when I was about to go up and greet him, they quickly slipped away.

After standing there for about ten minutes, no male students came to us.

"Jinglin! You wait here, I'll go in and check, okay?" I asked my wife.

"Oh! Okay, don't be gone too long!" My wife was probably a little uneasy about having so many eager young men staring at her, and now that I was about to leave her alone.

"Okay! Call me when you find him, I'll be back soon!" I reassured my wife.

After saying that, I left my wife and went into the Xintiandi Internet Cafe. The Xintiandi Internet Cafe probably had nearly 100 terminals, and it was crowded.

I looked at each terminal one by one, deliberately walking very slowly, like I was conducting an inspection, even though I had no idea what the person looked like, but I wanted to attract their attention.

I wandered around the internet cafe twice, but apart from attracting the attention of the owner, no one else seemed to notice me. I was worried the owner might mistake me for someone from the cultural bureau or the police, so I quickly slipped out.

Just as I was about to leave, I saw my wife chatting happily with a tall male student.

It seemed she had found him. I was about to go and greet them when a spying thought flashed through my mind: I should see what they were saying that made my wife forget to call me.

With that thought, I took out my phone and pretended to answer it, standing near the window close to them. I could see and hear them, but they would have a hard time noticing me.

My wife was facing away from the internet cafe door, which meant she was facing away from me, while the boy, perhaps afraid to face her directly, stood diagonally next to her, and I could see his profile.

He was a tall, muscular young man, much like his online self-introduction, and even more robust and imposing than I had imagined. He wore a t-shirt and shorts, his thick, muscular arms and thighs a deep bronze, the bulging muscles highlighting his vigorous physique. He also had a lot of body hair, making him extremely sexy—definitely the kind of sexual object a married woman would like. No wonder my wife forgot to call me.

I listened intently to their conversation as I watched.

"Mrs. Wang, you're so beautiful!" It seemed my wife had already told the young man my last name. I hoped she hadn't told him my first name too; they'd probably been chatting for a while.

"Oh...you're...very handsome too..." My wife's voice was soft and strained, broken and intermittent. I guessed she was saying how handsome the young man was. Sure enough, I saw his face turn red; my judgment was correct.

"You don't have a girlfriend... So why... are you... looking... online...?" My wife's voice was so soft that I couldn't hear her at all.

"I like mature women. I don't like young girls, so I don't have a girlfriend," the guy replied.

From his answer, I could guess that my wife was asking him if he had a girlfriend and why he was looking for women online.

"Then... what's so good about them... Aren't younger ones better?" My wife seemed to ask something else. "

My classmate said mature women are more interesting! I mean, that kind of thing is more interesting, and..."

I noticed my wife's face suddenly turn red. From the fragmented conversation I overheard, I guessed that my wife was asking him why he didn't look for young girls but instead looked for someone like me, and the guy was answering that mature women are more interesting, and that "interesting" meant that sex was more interesting, and that's what his classmate told him.

It seems that college students these days really know how to enjoy life; they know that mature women are fun even at such a young age! Damn it! I cursed inwardly.

"And what?!" My wife was still asking him, and I heard her say that too!

"And doing it with your husband is so exciting... It'll be hard to get another chance like this..." This time, it was a bit hard to hear what the guy was saying!

He probably didn't want to say it too loudly, but I could totally guess what he meant. He was saying that he found making love with my wife and me together exciting and pleasurable, and that such opportunities wouldn't come often.

This guy was telling the truth! And I realized my guess was completely correct, because I saw my wife's face turn even redder, and I also noticed that the guy's crotch seemed even more bulging than before. Was his penis erect?

My heart started racing! My eyes were glued to the guy's crotch, and I quickly realized my judgment was spot on.

He put his hand in his pocket, and I figured he was trying to tuck his erect penis down to avoid being seen, but it didn't seem to work very well! I guess my wife's sexy outfit, the conversation we'd just had, and the anticipation of the upcoming sex were all too stimulating for him.

At this moment, my wife seemed to notice his erection. I saw her glancing at his genitals from time to time. Their expressions were no longer as natural as before; it was clear they each had their own thoughts.

I thought my wife must be completely flustered! The phrase "blushing face, rapid breathing, hot breath, eyes full of longing, anticipating sharing the river of love" suddenly came to mind. It seemed my wife was definitely like that.

But I couldn't blame her, because she's a mature woman. Because of me, she hadn't experienced the orgasm and pleasure she deserved, especially before coming here. The arousal I had caused her must have made her think this way, especially since I wasn't there; a young, muscular man was with her.

While I was lost in thought, my phone rang! It startled me from all my reverie.

I looked at the caller ID; it was my wife calling. It seemed she needed my help.

I gathered my thoughts and quickly moved a little further into the internet cafe to answer her call.

"Hello! Jinglin!" "I haven't found him yet!"

"He's already here! Come out!" My wife's voice trembled slightly.

"Okay! I'll be right there!" I hung up the phone with a sly smile.

I deliberately circled the internet cafe before coming out. The first thing I noticed when I saw my wife was that she seemed to have the shyness of a woman who had been loved, and also a complex and shy look in her eyes, as if she had just had an affair. She was intentionally avoiding my gaze.

"Honey! He is..." My wife quickly lowered her head after speaking, but then quickly looked away. At the same time, a shy blush quickly appeared on her pretty face. It turned out that she had seen the shape of the guy's erect penis when she looked down, which made her heart flutter.

I followed my wife's gaze and looked at the guy. I couldn't help but laugh to myself.

It turned out that after the guy saw me, the shape of his erect penis quickly shrank back to its normal, flat state.

I hope I didn't scare him into impotence! I thought to myself with mixed feelings.

We stood there awkwardly for a moment, then I quickly put on a friendly face and said to the guy, "Hello!" "

Hello!" the guy replied, but he avoided eye contact.

"Oh dear! It's almost 10 o'clock, let's find somewhere to get some late-night snacks!" I deliberately glanced at my watch.

The guy nodded, and the three of us walked towards my Bora.

I got into the driver's seat first. Just as my wife was about to open the passenger door, the guy saw this and quickly and ingratiatingly opened the back door, then looked at my wife.

My wife, seeing this, didn't refuse, glancing up at me. I figured she was in a dilemma; she probably wanted to sit in the back with the guy, but was worried about me. So, considerately, I nodded, and my wife quickly slipped into the back seat, the guy following her.

I started the Bora and quickly drove away from the Xintiandi Internet Cafe. **********

... We were almost at Xueyuan Road, only about a ten-minute drive from our place. I mentally calculated the time and also considered where to go for a late-night snack. Should we find a hotel for a late-night snack and then go straight to the next step, or just find a random place outside for a late-night snack and then go home for the "borrowing seed"? Or should we let them talk in the car? My mind was in turmoil: Was it appropriate to bring a strange man home? Would my wife agree to go to a hotel? In the car, it definitely wouldn't work! As I thought this, I slowly drove, glancing again at my wife and the guy in the back seat in the rearview mirror. I noticed that my wife's face was a little red, and she seemed a little uncomfortable. I didn't know when, but the guy had pulled my wife to the middle seat in the back. And now, the guy was pressed even closer to my wife than before. I felt something was wrong, and I secretly adjusted the rearview mirror. Since my wife was sitting in the middle, without the obstruction of the front seat, I could see her body through the rearview mirror. My wife, wearing a sundress, had her shapely, white thighs encased in sheer, mesh stockings. The flesh-colored skin peeking through the thin black mesh stockings looked incredibly mysterious and sexy. Having been sitting for a while, the already short skirt had unknowingly ridden up a bit, almost exposing her upper thighs. I could vaguely see the crotch of her thong in the rearview mirror, and my blood rushed to my head. I composed myself, reminding myself that I was driving and couldn't be too distracted. I glanced at the back seat again, and there was a hand on my wife's white thigh. The hand on her round, white thigh was jarring; its bronze color contrasted sharply with the delicate, snow-white skin of her thigh, intensely arousing me. "Damn it! This guy's already messing with my wife! He's so damn impatient!" I cursed inwardly. We reached a traffic light ahead; it was red! I slowly brought the Bora to a stop and glanced at the rearview mirror again. I saw that the guy's hand was already wrapped around my wife's inner thigh, and her body was writhing. I guessed he had also violated her upper body. My heart was in turmoil. I wondered if that guy had already thoroughly groped my wife. I was worried that others would see them. My anxiety made me involuntarily look outside the car. Thankfully, no one had stopped on either side of the Bora. Suddenly, I felt like I was standing guard. A bitter smile flashed through my mind. A childhood doggerel flashed into my head: "The master eats meat, I drink soup; the master... you... I stand guard!" Back then, that doggerel was a joke, something I always thought was impossible. Now it had finally happened! And it had happened to me! Sigh! The red light finally turned green, and I overcame my slight frustration. So what if a strange man was touching my wife's inner thigh? Anyway, I was going to let him penetrate me and ejaculate deep inside her. Thinking about all that, what was this little thing? Besides, my wife seemed quite willing! I know I shouldn't be thinking like this, but the situation only allowed me to think this way, otherwise I'd faint, I really would faint!! I started the Bora, and suddenly heard my wife's panting from the back seat. I instinctively glanced at the rearview mirror. I saw my wife loosely grasping his large hand that was inside her skirt. A small, white hand intertwined with a large, bronze hand was strikingly jarring. My wife's plump thighs were spread wide; I guessed that guy wanted to put his hand inside her, and she was refusing because she was afraid I would see. However, knowing my wife as I do, I knew her refusal wouldn't last long. In fact, it only fueled the guy's desire, unintentionally adding to the excitement—the so-called "half-hearted resistance, half-willingness, coy refusal"! I stared at my wife's inner thighs, and sure enough, I guessed right. "No one knows a wife better than her husband!" Indeed, my wife's coy "half-hearted resistance, half-willingness, coy refusal" encouraged his further actions. The guy's hand had already reached my wife's most intimate part through her panties, his fingers finding the vulva and rubbing it up and down. My wife began to writhe restlessly, whether to reject the guy or to increase her pleasure! Seeing my wife's somewhat intense reaction, the guy stimulated her vulva even more vigorously. I estimated that in another half minute, his hand would definitely be inside my wife. In that case, I'd just drive straight home! They'd already had foreplay; there was no question of a harmonious atmosphere! Thinking this, before accelerating, I glanced at them again in the rearview mirror. Sure enough, the young man's fingers had already slipped into my wife's panties, teasing her genitals. My wife was writhing in pain from his teasing, but she didn't seem to resist. I knew that if she closed her plump, white thighs, he wouldn't be able to reach her private parts, and right now, her thighs were wide open. I knew she was enjoying his touch immensely, or at least finding it very stimulating. Her writhing was a way of accommodating his fingers, just like when we made love at home. My caresses were also a way of seeking pleasure. I guessed she was already very wet, her plump labia majora open, clearly yearning for a thick, long penis. I know my wife too well! We've been married for six years! I understand her every move. Suddenly, I wanted to confirm my suspicions, so I turned the rearview mirror back to its original position, where I could clearly see my wife's expression. One look! My blood rushed to my head! There was no mistake!! My wife's face was flushed with ecstasy, her eyes slightly closed, her lips parted slightly as she breathed heavily. The straps of her sundress were caught on her arms, revealing her black, transparent bra. Her firm breasts, already quite perky, now appeared even fuller and higher through the thin fabric. Her nipples were already erect, clearly very aroused, just like the expression on her face before climax during sex at home. I knew that expression on my wife's face all too well. " Mmm…mmm…" My wife hummed softly. I was absolutely certain that her moans were a result of physical stimulation, an instinctive reaction, a physiological response, and the result of that guy's ingratiating kisses on her breasts. At this moment, if I thrust hard into my wife's vagina dozens of times, she would definitely reach a sexual climax. I really wanted to stop the car, thrust my penis deep into her vagina, and bring her to orgasm. Seeing this, I realized my penis was painfully hard.

So this is what it's like to watch your wife being played with by a strange man! I thought to myself, what if I saw that strange man's penis penetrating my wife's vagina and ejaculating? I wonder how exciting that would be ! **********

... So I slammed on the brakes and brought the Bora to a stop! I said, "Jinglin, you and Ma Ke go upstairs first! I'll park the car in the garage and be right there!" My wife nodded at me, looking a little embarrassed. She glanced at the guy and then slowly walked into the stairwell. The guy was quick-witted too. Seeing my wife walk ahead, he quickly followed, but not alongside her. He followed behind her, probably for two reasons: first, walking alongside her was a bit awkward; second, following behind her allowed him to boldly admire her plump, round buttocks. My wife's plump, round buttocks have always been my love and pride. I also enjoy following behind her every time we go upstairs, admiring her plump, round buttocks to my heart's content. I think Ma Ke must have had the same reason, which is why he followed behind my wife. Watching them enter the stairwell, I started calculating the time. I estimated they would be home in about a minute, since we live on the third floor, it wouldn't take too long. What would be the first thing they do when they got home? As I opened the garage door, a thought flashed through my mind. I got back into the car, sat in the driver's seat, and was about to start the Bora when a sudden urge struck me: check if my wife's vaginal fluid was still there on the back seat. I turned on the interior light, got out, and went to the back seat. Touching the spot where my wife had been, I felt a slight dampness. It seemed my wife had indeed been aroused by that guy's touching. A sour feeling welled up inside me, but mostly I felt excitement and thrill. I returned to the driver's seat, lit a cigarette, and began to speculate about what my wife and that guy were doing. Had they already undressed, or had they started foreplay? Had my wife seen that guy's penis…? My mind raced with all sorts of thoughts, and I quickly finished the cigarette. I figured they should be home by now, so I started the Bora and drove into the garage. After locking the garage door, I started going upstairs! My heart started racing too. My mind was a bit of a mess. I quickly arrived at my front door and stopped, listening intently for any sounds, but there seemed to be none—at least not the lewd noises I'd imagined. I pushed open the door and deliberately called out loudly, "Jinglin! Get me a pair of slippers!" "Your slippers are in the shoe cabinet!" my wife replied, coming out of the bedroom. "Oh..." I responded, glancing sideways to see the guy sitting somewhat awkwardly on the living room sofa, his eyes glued to the TV. When he saw me, he tried to stand up but didn't, completely unlike his unrestrained self in the car. I guessed the bright living room lights made him feel constrained; after all, he was here to play with someone else's wife, not to give a lesson. My wife felt the same way, completely unlike her relaxed self in the car. After coming out of the bedroom, she didn't dare look the guy in the eye. "Jinglin, pour Xiao Ma a glass of water!" "I have to break this deadlock," I told my wife, then turned to the young man and said, "Xiao Ma, make yourself at home, look around!" " Uh! Okay!" Xiao Ma stood up from the sofa. He was still very reserved! "It's okay, just look around!" " Oh! You're busy! I'll watch TV!" He seemed a little lost, after all, he was only in his early twenties. It seemed the problem was getting complicated. How could we proceed with the sperm donation tonight like this? Actually, there was a way to break the deadlock: have some alcohol. But wouldn't alcohol affect sperm quality? That's what the books say! I really couldn't think of a better solution. I should chat with the young man first! Maybe the atmosphere would be better. Thinking this, I went to his side and said, "Sit down!" I patted his shoulder, and then we sat down on the sofa. My wife had already brought over a glass of water, looking very uncomfortable. I quickly said to my wife, "Jinglin!" "Go turn off the living room light, it's too bright, it's uncomfortable to watch TV!" "Okay!" My wife placed the water in front of the boy, without even a polite word, and hurriedly went to turn off the light. It seemed that my wife also felt the light was too bright! With a "click," the living room light immediately dimmed, and the atmosphere quickly became somewhat warm. I noticed that the boy's expression relaxed quickly. Seeing this, I said to my wife, "Come on! Jinglin! You watch TV too!" My wife quickly came to us, but didn't know where to sit. "Come on! Sit here!" I stood up and let my wife sit between me and the boy. My wife quickly sat between us, and the scent of a mature woman quickly filled the air between us. I felt a surge of desire, and I figured the boy would be even more aroused! But the boy didn't make a move. It seemed that without some stimulation, he wouldn't do anything!

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