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My wife, Fang, is 32 years old this year, and she's still as beautiful as ever. Although she's given birth before, she's maintained a great figure—fair skin, full body, and years of sexual activity have made her even more mature, voluptuous, and juicy—the kind of mature woman that men would want to sleep with. She's 165 cm tall, with two full, 36-inch breasts that, despite being fondled and played with by countless men, remain plump and firm. Paired with a slender waist and long, fleshy legs, she's incredibly sexy and alluring. With strong desires and an open mind, she likes to wear sexy and revealing clothes, enjoys the lecherous glances of men around her, and loves to flaunt her charm in front of men, which has led to many romantic affairs. But I still love her (and she loves me too). I didn't try to stop her; sometimes I even indulged her. There's a saying: if you love someone, you should make them sexually happy. I often get inexplicably excited when I think about her snow-white, fleshy body being touched and manipulated by other men. Sigh! I think I'm a bit perverted…
Anyway, let me tell you about something that happened not long ago.
That day, because of business, I had to host a banquet for a very important person. When Afang and I arrived at the hotel, Old Song was already there. Boss Song was about fifty years old, bald, dark-skinned, and fat, looking very robust. When Afang and I entered the private room, we found this old lecher's small eyes leering at Afang. No wonder, Afang was dressed so provocatively today (at my suggestion). She wore a black, low-cut, tight-fitting bodysuit with a daring V-neck, almost completely exposing her 38-inch breasts, creating a deep cleavage against her snow-white chest. Her large breasts stretched the garment taut, as if they might burst out at any moment. Below, she wore an extremely short miniskirt, barely covering her buttocks. Her two fleshy thighs, exposed and covered by sheer stockings, appeared plump and smooth, incredibly sexy, arousing an urge to touch and play with them. With the
seductive Afang dressed so sexily, what would happen? Don't rush, everyone, just wait and see.
Old Song sat on the south side, Afang sat next to him on the west side, and I sat on the north side, so the old lecher was very close to Afang. Afang's skirt was already very short, and when she sat down, most of her buttocks were exposed—her large, round, and very full snow-white buttocks.
Old Song's mouth went dry, and his lower body hardened. "You slut, you're really something,"
Afang thought, a little smug seeing Old Song's lecherous gaze. She was quite confident in her figure, so she always liked to wear sexy, revealing clothes. The wanton Afang enjoyed men's erotic gazes.
After a few rounds of drinks, I was already quite drunk, and Old Song was also a bit tipsy. His lecherous eyes kept wandering over Afang's "ample breasts and buttocks."
Afang's face was flushed, her eyebrows and eyes brimming with desire. Under Old Song's lecherous gaze, she felt comfortable and excited, a tingling, numbing sensation rising deep within her. She shifted her plump buttocks restlessly, revealing more of her snow-white, round buttocks and thighs beneath her high-slit skirt.
She saw Old Song secretly swallowing.
"That old lecher!" Afang thought smugly. Afang picked up the bottle again: "Boss Song, thanks to your help, come, fill it up, I'll toast you." She leaned over to pour him the wine.
She deliberately lowered her upper body, getting very close to Old Song. Her breasts were already quite exposed, and with this low-cut neckline, her ample bosom was almost completely exposed, her two large mounds almost entirely visible to Old Song, even her pink nipples were visible, jiggling with her movements.
This slut was practically offering him her two large breasts.
Old Song stared greedily, his breathing quickening, and he involuntarily swallowed. Under the light, her large, plump breasts appeared even whiter, more tender, and smoother. "So full! They must be played with by men often. I really want to touch them!"
The wanton Afang was also excited; the feeling of exposure was incredibly stimulating. Looking at the man's lecherous expression, she knew what lewd things he was thinking: grabbing those two big breasts in his hands, kissing, sucking, eating, touching, kneading, squeezing, and fucking them... Oh! Thinking of this, she felt a surge of heat spreading upwards from her lower abdomen—it was so stimulating! Her inner thighs were a little wet. With
such beauty before him, the rather heavy-drinking Lao Song naturally downed his drink in one gulp. The next few glasses of Lao Song's were basically drunk while gazing at my wife's snow-white breasts. My alcohol tolerance is average, so naturally, I couldn't handle it. After a few glasses, I felt dizzy and had to slump onto the table. In my hazy state, I could only hear the two of them continuing to clink glasses (the feisty Afang had quite a good capacity for alcohol).
I don't know how long I lay there, but when I woke up, my head was still spinning. I lay there lazily, not wanting to move, and heard Old Song telling a story—the very explicit kind. My wife, Afang, was laughing intermittently, a very unrestrained and wanton laugh, sounding somewhat drunk. When Old Song finished, the laughter grew even louder. "You bad boy...you're so bad!..." My wife's voice sounded cloying, ambiguous, and seductive.
Still groggy, I vaguely felt something was wrong. I forced my blurry eyes open, trying to sit up, but my head felt like it weighed a ton, and I couldn't lift it. I could only remain lying face down on the table.
Under the table, besides my legs, I saw my wife's smooth, white legs clad in stockings. Her plump thighs were round and fleshy, especially the inner thighs...wait, something's not right. I saw a large hand groping her plump thighs. The hairy hand contrasted sharply with her snow-white thighs. Undoubtedly, it was Old Song's hand.
"Damn it, this lecherous bastard, taking advantage of my drunkenness to molest my wife!" I cursed inwardly, but a surge of excitement washed over me, and I sobered up considerably. My eyes widened, filled with anticipation as I watched.
At that moment, Old Song's large hand had already reached the inside of my wife's thigh, his hairy hand wantonly groping and kneading her plump, stocking-clad thighs. It felt quite nice.
My wife offered almost no resistance, letting him take liberties with her, giggling coquettishly, "You bad boy, so lewd..." Amidst the lewd laughter, her two enormous breasts trembled with her body. Her braless breasts, tightly bound by her bodysuit, revealed their curves, the perfect mounds of flesh swaying gently, as if they might leap out of her low-cut top at any moment—truly a surging torrent. The large nipples at the top of her breasts formed two small protrusions on her clothes, their shape clearly visible, making one want to pounce and bite them—so tempting!
Old Song was practically burning with lust, his blood surging. "What a sexy bombshell! So alluring!" He tightened his caresses, his hand moving further and further away, disappearing into her inner thighs. His
wife instinctively squeezed her thighs together, giggling softly.
Old Song persistently explored, his fingers finding her plump vulva through her thin panties. He skillfully began to tease and stroke it with two fingers.
His wife's vulva was very plump.
She must have been enjoying the touch; her thighs slowly parted, and under his lewd teasing, she abandoned her last shred of modesty. She felt a surge of heat throughout her body, her desire burning like tinder, a warm current spreading from her lower abdomen upwards.
Her lower body was wet.
Seeing this, I was already incredibly aroused. How exciting! It was the first time I'd witnessed someone else teasing my wife; it was truly exhilarating. My penis, uncharacteristically, hardened.
At this moment, my wife's legs were spread even wider, the short skirt no longer covering the top of her thighs, and her alluring triangle area was completely exposed, including her panties...
"Wow! So sexy!"
My wife was wearing semi-transparent panties today, her thick black pubic hair and plump, rounded vulva were faintly visible, and the bottom of the panties was already wet, clinging tightly to her full, peach-like vulva, revealing a woman's most private and tender part.
How tempting!!
Old Song's hand groped without hesitation, caressing the plump cleft through her panties.
His wife's breathing quickened; waves of tingling, itchy pleasure washed over her, her vagina throbbing deep inside.
Old Song's fingers had already slipped inside her panties, where she was already soaked. The two plump labia were slippery and smooth. He bent his middle finger and gently probed, and with a "whoosh," it slid in…
His wife was incredibly excited, especially being so lewdly teased and played with by another man right under her husband's nose.
His teasing continued, and her pleasure intensified, her panties completely soaked with her juices.
Just then, there was a knock at the door. It was the waiter. After a "Come in," the adulterous couple quickly returned to their proper sitting positions. I straightened up as if I had just woken up, then slipped out under the pretext of going to the bathroom (my little brother was hard and throbbing). To my surprise, my wife followed me out, her face flushed. Seeing her unsteady on her feet, I pulled her into my arms and helped her to the bathroom. My wife, her eyes half-closed and blurry with drunkenness, snuggled against me and said, "Honey, Old Song is such a pervert! He keeps touching my thighs.
" "Just let him touch you," I said with a wicked grin. "It's not good to offend Boss Song. Besides, it's your legs that are so sexy."
"He's made me all wet down there, look..." she said, lifting her skirt. Sure enough, her panties were soaking wet, almost transparent, and her dark pubic hair was very noticeable. "It's so uncomfortable sticking to my skin, I might as well take them off," my already tipsy wife said, bending down and actually pulling down her panties. Luckily, no one was in the hallway at that moment, or my wife would have been completely exposed.
"You little slut, aren't you afraid Old Song will mess with you dressed like that?"
"Let him mess with me, Old Song's not bad either, tall and strong, it'll be really fun!" Damn, this little slut seems to be getting aroused.
In an instant, I had a great idea.
I told my wife I had an urgent matter and would be back in half an hour.
After sending my wife away, I went out of the hotel for a walk on the street, then went back to the hotel. I passed through the kitchen area, and behind it was a small courtyard piled with junk, dark and deserted. There was a row of old oil drums against the wall, with a small ventilation window for the private room on top. Haha, this is really a godsend.
I quietly climbed up, my heart pounding. After all, it was the first time I'd spied on my wife cheating on me, how exciting!
I slowly peeked over...
Sure enough, Old Song, that big lecher, was already impatiently playing with my slutty wife.
On the sofa, my wife was half-reclining, her clothes pulled up to her waist, her two big, swollen breasts completely exposed. Old Song climbed on top, licking and sucking, while kneading and caressing the other. His wife's breasts were very well-maintained, snow-white, smooth, and enormous, too big to be grasped with one hand. Soft and elastic, they remained firm and high even when half-lying down. Despite being roughly kneaded and played with by different men, even having large penises inserted into their cleavage for masturbation, they showed no signs of sagging. The skin was incredibly white and tender, with faint blue veins visible.
So alluring!
Old Song took one of her small nipples into his mouth, gently biting and sucking. The woman beneath him twitched with arousal, emitting dreamlike moans.
Old Song licked back and forth between the two peaks, the white flesh emitting a faint milky fragrance. Both nipples were already erect and red from being played with. The two full mounds swelled even larger.
Reluctantly, he released one nipple and licked down the mountainside.
Her newly freed breasts were immediately seized by another hand, wantonly kneading and playing with them.
Soon, his head was buried between his wife's wide-open thighs, his hot, wet tongue invading her most secret, tender paradise.
His mouth was covered in warm, lustful fluids, pungent and stimulating.
He greedily and lewdly took her two plump labia into his mouth, licking them wantonly.
His wife couldn't help but let out loud moans, her body twisting like a snake, trying to escape his licking.
When he took her swollen clitoris into his mouth, she almost climaxed, her body convulsing violently, her large breasts trembling, her mouth uttering loud moans.
She craved his hard penetration.
It was time. Looking at her wanton appearance, her seductive body, he too was impatient to possess her, to invade her.
He pulled out his hard penis, the glans a purplish-red, egg-sized piece. "
It feels thicker and longer than mine." Now his slutty wife was about to enjoy herself; she loved big guys.
Her legs were spread wide, eagerly awaiting, her wet, sweet paradise already wide open.
--The gates of her paradise are now open for you.
Old Song's penetration was incredibly swift, almost mercilessly thrusting all the way in.
A seasoned lover, she had already seen through it all; this alluring beauty before her was no longer the innocent, demure young lady. Her mature, full, and juicy body, crushed and ravaged by men, had become an ocean of desire, needing the accompaniment of raging waves.
Sure enough, with his intrusion, she let out a pleasurable cry. Her lower body was still tight, hot, and wet, overflowing with lustful fluids, enjoying it immensely.
He buried his face in her soft, white cleavage, inhaling the sweet, fleshy scent, and feeling the tender, plump flesh. His buttocks rose and fell, propelling his thick, hard penis in and out of her wet, moist vagina. Her warm, wet flesh gripped him tightly, each thrust bringing indescribable pleasure.
With each thrust, his wife's snow-white buttocks swayed gently, meeting his movements, allowing him to penetrate deeply into her vagina with every stroke.
"What a slut!" I exclaimed from outside the window, stroking my already hard penis.
Inside, the two were also reaching their climax, making loud, rhythmic noises. One was a seasoned womanizer, the other a seductive, alluring nymphomaniac—a true battle of flesh.
Of course, in the end, Old Song conquered Afang. Later, Afang told me she had five orgasms that night.
Afterward, my wife became Old Song's mistress, having sex with him twice a week.
This is what my wife told me later.

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