I love my adulterous wife Ya-wen (28)

28. The Slut Ya Wen

In the previous book, I mentioned that Ya Wen and I came to Harbin and met Chen Lian. I thought my wonderful life would continue, but I was wrong! Chen Lian was different from Ya Wen: First, she was unmarried, and after her material life stabilized, she would definitely plan for her future; second, after working for a while, she came into contact with many wealthy men, making my middle-class life pale in comparison.

Ya Wen, on the other hand, was my wife. We had a deep emotional foundation, and she was deeply ingrained in my soul; moreover, the fun games Ya Wen and I played weren't something just anyone could give her.

Ultimately, after a year at the company, Chen Lian resigned and married a rich second-generation heir. The day after Chen Lian resigned, I found a musical greeting card in her desk drawer. The greeting card had a red heart printed on it. Opening it, the song "Ten Thousand Reluctances" played: "

Don't ask about right or wrong

, after all, we loved each other deeply.

In the days with you,

I was truly happy .

You were always so careful,

because you were afraid I'd be sad.

But I couldn't

give you the result you wanted.

Ten thousand reluctances,

we can't go back to the past.

I've never regretted loving you,

it's just time to end

..."

This song perfectly expressed Chen Lian's feelings.

A month later, Ya Wen and I attended Chen Lian's wedding. At the wedding, Chen Lian wore a pure white wedding dress, revealing her jade-like arms and half of her breasts. The dress had a long train that trailed on the ground. I kept thinking of texting her to ask if she was wearing stockings. The groom was almost 40, overweight, and looked like a big boss, but I didn't have a good feeling

about him. When the newlyweds came to our table to toast, I gave Chen Lian a pair of sexy, flesh-colored printed Japanese stockings. Chen Lian accepted my gift with a smile, and the groom seemed perfectly at ease. But when he noticed Ya Wen next to me, he stared intently at her thighs. Ya Wen noticed the groom's lapse and quickly pressed down on her skirt. It turned out that after Ya Wen took off her long trench coat, she was wearing a black, semi-transparent skirt. Normally, the skirt would ride up to her hips when she sat down, but with the bright indoor lights, her entire thigh was almost completely exposed to the pervert, and you could even see her black panties.

The others at the table also noticed the awkward atmosphere. Chen Lian quickly pinched the groom's arm, and the two left.

Halfway through the wedding, I couldn't stand that fat pig constantly showing affection to Chen Lian, so I dragged Ya Wen out (because we were going to drink, I didn't drive, we took a taxi). Ya-Wen understood my thoughts. In the taxi, she took off her long trench coat and snuggled into my arms.

Looking at my beautiful, stocking-clad wife beside me, my wicked thoughts resurfaced. I winked at Ya-Wen and asked, "Little slut, will you be my mistress for life?"

Ya-Wen immediately understood and pouted, asking, "Mr. Wang, how many mistresses do you have?"

I said with a wicked smile, "Besides my wife, you're the only one." Ya-Wen

deliberately got angry and said, "Mr. Wang, you have a wife and you still mess around! Aren't you afraid..."

I picked up one of Ya-Wen's beautiful, stocking-clad legs and placed it on my lap, stroking it at will, and slowly said, "Because you wear stockings every day—"

Ya-Wen obediently continued to snuggle into my arms, acting coquettishly, "Mr. Wang, you're so bad, stop. Mmm~ Mmm~"
Although we've been married for a long time, Ya-Wen's coquettish voice made my bones go weak, and my penis immediately became hard. The taxi lurched slightly, and out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the driver staring intently at Ya-wen through the rearview mirror, swallowing hard. Fearing an accident, I coughed, and the driver looked away.
Near the company, I asked the driver to stop beside a small, somewhat secluded supermarket, saying I needed to buy something. As I got out, I glanced at the driver; he was a young man, and I guessed Ya-wen's performance had quite a "stimulation" on him. As I closed the door, I winked at Ya-wen again, and she immediately understood and nodded.

As soon as I entered the supermarket, Ya-wen called. I put on my earphones and listened to the conversation inside the car. Then I found a good spot to observe.

After a minute of silence, Ya-wen spoke first. She raised her left foot, placed it on the back of the driver's seat, and struck up a conversation: "Hi, handsome. How old are you?"

"I...I'm 26," the young man stammered, clearly nervous.

"Oh, very young. How much do you earn driving a taxi?" Ya Wen's silk-stockinged foot tapped the back of the chair.
"Not much, just a few thousand." After saying that, the young man became a little bolder and glanced back at Ya Wen's silk-stockinged right leg.
Ya Wen pretended not to see and continued, "So little? I earn ten times more than you!"

The young man's mouth dropped open, and he turned his body completely around, asking, "Beautiful lady, what do you do for a living?"
"I'm the boss's secretary."

"And what does your boss do? Is your boss that guy from earlier?"

"Yes, that's him. He's alright otherwise, but he's just too lecherous!" Ya Wen deliberately spoke with a hint of resentment.
The young man suddenly became serious, sighed, and said, "Hey! Beautiful lady, to be honest, this isn't a long-term solution. Someone as pretty as you should marry into a good family; that would be better than this."

"You're right. But who would want to marry a pretty face like me?" Ya Wen lifted her stockinged left foot off the back of the chair, placed it on the storage box in the middle of the front seats, patted the young man on the back, and continued, "Actually, I really envy people like you who earn money through your own hard work. Even if the salary is less, it's enough!"
"Yes!" The young man's tone was very sincere: "Beautiful lady, you're not only beautiful, but you also have a good character! If I found someone like you, I'd be willing to do anything for you."

"What? I'm 10 years older than you." "

So what if I'm 10 years older? It doesn't stop me from loving you!" The young man's tone was still very firm.

Ya Wen deliberately feigned surprise, stammering, "You love me?! What do you love about me?"

"No reason needed!" The young man's tone remained firm.

"Okay, you've got me." With that, Ya-wen took her left leg off the glove compartment and crossed it over her right.
...

Perhaps the young man was too timid; despite Ya-wen's constant display of her silk-stockinged legs, their interaction was purely verbal and lacked any real action. So, he sent Ya-wen a message: "Can't handle this guy? Why don't you go back to the company and let me fuck you!"

Ya-wen immediately replied: "I know how to deal with him, to make you satisfied, you bad husband.

" After sending this message, Ya-wen looked up at the young man and said, "My husband said he'll be a while longer, so I'll pay and get out now."

The young man hurriedly said, "No need, I'm fine waiting a little longer. This time it's free."

Ya-wen said, "That's not right." Then, without further ado, she deliberately reached for the car door with her left hand.

The young man was now truly anxious, probably already driven to the brink of madness by Ya Wen's advances, his prize about to slip away. So, disregarding everything, he reached behind him and grabbed Ya Wen's raised, silk-stockinged leg, saying, "It's okay! It's really okay!"

Ya Wen didn't move, but withdrew her hand, saying, "Okay, wait a little longer."

The young man finally breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't pull his hand back. Seeing Ya Wen's lack of reaction, he simply placed his entire palm on her silk-stockinged leg.

Ya Wen glanced at the young man, feigning shyness as she removed her raised left leg from her right, and pulled both legs back slightly. The young man saw Ya Wen's apparent aversion and blushed. But perhaps due to male instinct, he didn't pull his hand back; he still reached forward, placing it on Ya Wen's silk-stockinged thigh.

Ya-Wen sighed and deliberately asked, "Do you think all men are this lustful?"

The young man, shameless as ever, whispered, "Because you're so sexy. I have no resistance!"
Ya-Wen sighed again and said, "Then tell me, what do you like about me?"

"Stockings and beautiful legs," the young man blurted out.

"There are women wearing stockings everywhere on the street, why are you like this to me?" Ya-Wen's tone was slightly dismissive.
"Much sexier than my girlfriend," the young man blurted out again, only realizing his mistake afterward: he had just said he wanted to marry Ya-Wen, and now another girlfriend had appeared.

"You..." Ya-Wen pretended to be very angry.

The young man quickly corrected himself, saying, "She's my ex-girlfriend."

I chuckled inwardly at this moment: with this level of intelligence, he should never cheat after marriage, he'll be easily caught.
"Ugh, you men. Not a single one of you is any good!" Ya-Wen leaned back, closed her eyes, seemingly unaware of the groping hand on her thigh.

Seeing that he had succeeded, the young man hurriedly said, "Beautiful lady, sitting like this is tiring. Stretch your legs over."
Ya Wen squinted and said, "No!"

The young man had already fallen for Ya Wen's trap. He reached out and lifted Ya Wen's right leg onto the storage box in the middle of the front row,
stroking it vigorously.

Ya Wen glanced at the young man and deliberately pretended to be helpless, saying, "I really can't do anything with you!" Then she put her other silk-stockinged leg onto the storage box in the middle of the front row as well, saying, "Take off my shoes, consider it a massage. But only my feet!"

The young man was extremely excited at this moment. He slowly took off Ya Wen's black high heels. After smelling them for a while, he put them aside, then bent down and kissed Ya Wen's silk-stockinged legs.

Ya Wen sighed again, lay down in the back row, closed her eyes, and asked the young man, "Aren't you men all stocking fetishists?"

"Yes, right!" the young man replied, while touching Ya Wen's silk-stockinged feet.

Ya Wen thought for a moment, then asked, "Tell me about any interesting things that have happened to you recently?"

The young man said, "Interesting things? Oh, right. Not long ago, a Renmin University master's student was arrested for soliciting prostitution and died
. You've heard about it, haven't you?" "I've heard about it. He lost his life over such a trivial matter. What a pity!" Ya Wen still squinted her eyes, enjoying the young man's [massage]. "My cousin drives a taxi in Beijing. He was right there."
"Oh!" Ya Wen's eyes widened, and she asked curiously, "What did he see?" "

Lei Yang tried to escape for the first time. After being apprehended, he was beaten up quite a bit by a few cops."

"And then?" Ya Wen continued to ask.

"Lei Yang escaped a second time. After being taken to the car, he bit a police auxiliary officer and was brutally beaten with a stun gun. Even someone with a strong heart couldn't withstand that! Although my cousin wasn't close, he still heard Lei Yang screaming in agony!"

Ya Wen said, her voice trembling with emotion. "You know, these police officers and those massage parlors are obviously involved in those shady dealings, yet they let them operate. If they really cared about the rule of law, they should arrest the people behind those massage parlors!"

"Yeah." The young man's hand had already touched Ya Wen's knee and was tentatively reaching towards her thigh.

Ya Wen was still thinking about Lei Yang's incident and ignored the young man's actions, continuing, "What a pity, such a handsome and talented student."

The young man grinned wickedly, "Beautiful lady, do you like him?"

"What?!" Ya Wen pushed away the young man's groping hand that had already reached her thigh and continued, "How could such an outstanding boy be interested in me?"

"I want you!" After saying that, the young man lifted Ya Wen's stockinged calf and kissed it forcefully.

Ya Wen asked again, "So, did he go to a prostitute or not?"

The young man looked up and said, "Who wears a condom when they masturbate? Do you wear a condom when you masturbate your boss?"

Ya Wen raised a foot and stepped on the young man's face, saying, "I'll teach you to talk nonsense."

The young man took the opportunity to grab Ya Wen's stockinged foot, put her toes in his mouth, and started sucking.

"It tickles, stop!" Ya Wen said coquettishly.

"No." The young man continued to suck her toes.

"By the way, have you ever been to that kind of place?" Ya Wen asked curiously.

"I want to go!" "

Aren't you afraid of the police?"

"What's the use of being afraid? I can't resist. I'll go in a bit!" The young man put down Ya Wen's stockinged foot and stroked the back of her foot with both hands.

"You..." Ya Wen was a little angry: "You're so greedy. You're eating what's in your bowl while eyeing what's in the pot. You're not satisfied after touching it~"

"So, beautiful lady, you allow me to touch your stockings!"

"You're deliberately messing with me! You're bad! Now I won't let you." After saying that, Ya Wen pulled her stockinged legs back from the front row and stepped on the ground.

Unexpectedly, the young man was very agile, leaping from the front seat to the back seat in an instant. He grabbed Ya Wen's legs, causing her to fall onto the back seat, her silk-stockinged legs dangling in the air.

"Stop!" Ya Wen deliberately shouted, "Or I'll call the police!"

"Oh? Beautiful lady, can you bear to see the police beat me?" As he spoke, the young man grabbed one of Ya Wen's silk-stockinged legs and vigorously stroked and kissed it from top to bottom, finally burying his head between Ya Wen's legs.

"Can I bear it!" Ya Wen had barely finished speaking when the young man's tongue penetrated through the crotch of her pantyhose, reaching straight for Ya Wen's clitoris. Ya Wen couldn't hold back, and a lot of fluid gushed out from her lower body.

"Slut! Tell the truth, can you bear it!" The young man's tongue, like an iron rod, continuously pounded into Ya Wen's clitoris.
"Ah. I... I can bear it!" Ya Wen pretended to be stubborn.

"I'll teach you to lie." As he spoke, the young man unbuckled his belt, pulled it down to his buttocks, and took out his bright red and erect penis.

Ya Wen glanced down, blushed, and closed her eyes (probably captivated by the young man's large penis but too shy to take the initiative). Then, Ya Wen spread her silk-stockinged legs apart, revealing a large, visibly wet patch on her pantyhose.

The young man ripped open Ya Wen's pantyhose with a tearing sound, pulling down her black panties to completely expose her already overflowing vulva. Instead of immediately attacking, he exposed Ya Wen's genitals to the air and asked humiliatingly, "Tell me, are you a slut?"

I cursed the young man inwardly: he's probably a seasoned pro, who knows how many women he's been with! How can Ya Wen withstand this?!

Ya Wen insisted in a soft voice, "No!"

"No?" With that, the young man forcefully thrust his right middle finger into Ya Wen's wet vulva, then asked fiercely, "Tell me, are you?!"

"Ah! No." Ya Wen still retained a sliver of reason.

"Not telling the truth, you slut!" With that, the young man pulled out his middle finger, raised his long, thick penis, and thrust it in all the way to the hilt.

"Ah!" Ya Wen cried out, unsure whether it was pleasure or pain.

The young man continued to thrust vigorously, asking with each stroke, "Tell me, is it! Tell me, is it!"
Ya Wen kept her eyes tightly shut, moaning softly, perhaps truly unable to hold back any longer. After more than ten thrusts, Ya Wen grabbed the young man's body, hugging him tightly, crying out, "I am! I am!"

The young man persisted, holding Ya Wen with one hand while continuing to caress her stockinged legs with the other, increasing the frequency of his thrusts, asking, "What is it! Tell me!"

"Slut!" Ya Wen finally revealed her true colors.

"Who's harassing me!" The young man's penis was now pounding like a pile driver.

"I, I. Ah~ ah~"

"Damn it, tell me the whole story!" The young man increased the force, the slapping sounds inside the car were very loud.
"I'm a slut! I'm a slut!" Ya Wen completely surrendered.

"Slut, say your name!"

"Chen Ya Wen is a slut." Ya Wen's face was already covered in sweat, probably because she hadn't played games in a long time. Suddenly, it was so exciting!

"Will you still act tough with me in the future?" The young man slowed down his pace slightly, and the force of each thrust increased significantly. From the outside, the car's shaking was even more obvious.

"Didn't I give it all to you?" Ya Wen begged for mercy, "Are you still bullying me?"

"Bullying you, so what! Mistresses are all sluts, all bitches who need to be fucked." The young man continued to slow down his pace, probably because he was about to ejaculate.

"No!" Ya Wen said, squinting her eyes.

At this moment, the young man was kneading Ya Wen's breasts with one hand, and stroking Ya Wen's raised silk-clad leg back and forth with the other hand. His penis was swollen several times, and his movements were obviously slowed down. It seemed like he was about to ejaculate.

Ya Wen hurriedly cried out, "Please, don't ejaculate inside!" She grabbed the young man's waist with both hands and pushed him out.

The young man didn't care about any of that. He kneaded Ya Wen's breasts even harder, making her cry out in pain. His hand, gripping Ya Wen's silk-stockinged feet, forcefully dug into the soles of her feet, causing her both itchiness and discomfort. A few seconds later, his large penis ejaculated a lot of semen into Ya Wen's uterus.

...

After a half-minute of silence in the car, the two sat up. The young man's lecherous eyes continued to stare at Ya Wen's face. Ya Wen blushed and

lowered her head, pretending to be shy. The young man kissed Ya Wen's blushing cheek, and Ya Wen hummed, raising her hand as if to slap him. The young man's hand reached into Ya Wen's breasts, saying, "Slut, stop pretending!"

Ya Wen hummed a few times, finally leaning against the young man and remaining still.

Inside the car, the two whispered many sweet nothings...

I saw that it was about time and walked towards the taxi. The young man, with a sly look, jumped back to his seat.

After getting in the car, I pretended not to know anything and told the driver to continue driving.

When we arrived at the company building, Ya-Wen got out of the car first. Sitting in the car, I pointed to the thick semen dripping down Ya-Wen's stockings and asked, "Hey, what's this?"

Ya-Wen blushed and said, "I haven't been feeling well these past few days, I have a lot of vaginal discharge."

"So much discharge?" I reached out and touched the semen on Ya-Wen's leg, then smelled it. "The smell's off!"

Ya-Wen knew I was doing it on purpose and pulled me, saying, "Manager Wang, let's hurry back to the company to take care of business!"
"Yeah, I'm going to give you a good beating!" I said, my voice neither too loud nor too soft.

The young man sitting there visibly shifted, glancing at me out of the corner of his eye.

I pulled Ya-Wen towards the community, lifting her short skirt with one hand and caressing her shapely buttocks in stockings. The young man stared intently at Ya-Wen's back from inside the car until we disappeared from sight.

As soon as we entered the company, Ya-wen turned around and hugged me tightly, saying, "Honey, that was great! That was so exciting!"
I laughed, "We haven't done this in over a year, have we? Satisfied with flirting with that young heartthrob this time? Got his contact information, right?"

"Satisfied! Good husband. Of course I got it. What do you want to do?"

"It's a secret, heh."

"You pervert! Now, shouldn't you taste your husband's big cock?"

"Of course. But first, I'm going to tie you up to the bed and fuck you hard."

"No! You bad husband."

...
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