The Story of My Wife and the Beggar (04-05)

(iv)

After work, my wife called to say she was going shopping with her girlfriends and would be home late. She arrived at the department store wearing her old, damp underwear because spring was here and many stores were having seasonal sales.

While browsing, she suddenly saw a pair of over-the-knee stiletto boots. The boots were made of suede, with long, slender, and straight heels that were sexy and alluring. They looked very sexy, unlike my wife's elegant and pure temperament; they seemed more like something a girl who frequents nightclubs would wear. My wife's legs are already long and slender, and those boots would make them look even longer, thinner, and more sexy.

Without hesitation, she bought them at a 30% discount.

After browsing for a while, my wife saw a new pair of peep-toe high heels. The white shoes had a cute butterfly on the front and a rather large peep-toe. Looking at the peep-toe, she seemed to remember something, so she bought them, swapping her old high heels for the cute peep-toe ones and the black ones. She then went to a clothing store and browsed for a while. She saw a white lace dress with a slightly sheer, openwork design, the hem about 10 centimeters above the knee, looking a bit sexy, so she bought it.
Next, she went to a lingerie store and bought several pairs of stockings—black, white, and semi-transparent flesh-colored stockings. After buying the stockings, she bought a cup of milk tea and some cakes, then took a taxi to the bridge and got out.

The old beggar saw my wife and immediately got up and ran over to help carry her things, like a husband fawning over his wife.

The two walked under the bridge, the dim streetlights illuminating their way to the old beggar's "home." My wife complained, "I'm so tired! I've been busy all day and bought so many things at the mall."

The old beggar put down his things and saw his wife's new shoes, which he found quite adorable. He then picked up the dress she had bought and looked at it, saying, "They're so pretty, young lady. You'll look so pure and beautiful in them."

His wife replied, "Really? Then I'll wear them for you."

Saying this, she stood up and, in front of the old beggar, unbuttoned her lace blouse, revealing pink underwear. She then took off her lace tutu, revealing the old beggar's underwear.

The old beggar saw this and said, "Young lady, you're still wearing my underwear! Look, you're wearing my underwear, and I have nothing left to wear!"

His wife said shyly, "You said your underwear made me all wet and uncomfortable! Here, take it back!"

Saying this, she actually took off her underwear again. Her sparse pubic hair couldn't completely cover her labia. The old beggar tried hard to see clearly, but the light was too dim, and he could only vaguely make out some clues.

The old beggar picked up the underwear and touched it; it was so wet he could wring water out of it.

The wife quickly put on the dress, but the careless shop assistant had given her the wrong size—a small one. The dress was unusually short; if she bent over even slightly, everything underneath would be clearly visible. The V-neckline was so low that her bra was practically spilling out.

The old beggar, seeing this, asked his wife to pose. She cooperated, striking several poses—sometimes sexy, sometimes cute, sometimes aloof.

The old beggar was completely mesmerized. He said the lighting was too dim to see clearly.

The wife took out her phone, turned on the flashlight, and gave it to the old beggar. Shining the bright light through the dress, he saw his wife's genitals glistening. It turned out she was experiencing the pleasure of exposure and was uncontrollably aroused.

At this moment, the wife stopped rubbing her legs and said, "I'm so tired from shopping today, my feet are swollen. But I still got something. Do you think these boots look good?"

The old beggar said, "They look great, young lady. You'll look very sexy in them."

He took the boots, took off his wife's peep-toe heels, and put them on his own lap.

He was about to put the boots on when his wife said, "Wait! Let me put on my stockings first."

She took out a pair of newly bought black stockings, unpacked them, and the old beggar saw they were open-crotch pantyhose. His wife gracefully put them on.

Looking at his wife's long, white legs, the old beggar unconsciously pulled down his pants, looked at the peep-toe shoes beside him, and immediately stuck them in the peep-toe and started rubbing them.

His wife saw this and said, "Look at you, it's so big down there, what if you ruin my shoes?"

She said it was the old beggar's fault, but her tone wasn't accusatory; it sounded more like she was being coquettish.

The wife, wearing stockings, said, "Quickly help me put on my boots."

The old beggar tried to pull out his penis, but it was already erect and he couldn't remove it. He simply left it there, kneeling on the ground with the peep-toe heel still attached, and helped his wife put on the boots.

The wife took a few steps in the shoes and felt quite good; the short dress paired with the boots created a uniquely sexy look, incredibly alluring.

The wife said, "See, you can't take it off, can you? Yours is so big, and my shoes are so small."

Saying this, she gently kicked the shoe containing the old beggar's penis. The old beggar's penis was completely inside, the glans pressing against the heel. It seemed the old beggar was also excited, as it was even thicker than usual, as long as the wife's shoe.

The wife's kick made the old beggar tremble all over as if electrocuted, begging his wife to use the boot a few more times.
The wife then played with the old beggar's penis with the heel of the boot and stepped on it with the sole. Under this double stimulation, he ejaculated all over the shoe, releasing a large amount of semen.

Slowly softening, it was finally pulled out. The wife looked at the semen in the shoe, took out some milk tea, and had the old beggar drink half of it. She then carefully took the shoe and poured the semen through the fish mouth into the milk tea.

The old beggar, seeing this, asked curiously, "Young lady, what are you doing?"

The wife said, "I'm putting it away so I can pamper my feet tonight. I'm so tired today."

She even checked the shoe to see if there was any left and playfully licked it with her tongue.
The old beggar was stunned, his lust swelling. The wife noticed and said, "Wow, you want it again."
The old beggar said, "Who told you to be so alluring?"

The wife said, "Then I'll help you get it out."

Saying this, she stretched out her boots and clamped the old beggar's penis between them, making it slide. The old beggar then pulled out his wife's shirt, smelling the lingering scent. He then found the high heels his wife had changed out of that morning, quickly took them out, and smelled them intensely, licking the soles as he asked...

The wife was diligently serving the old beggar. Perhaps because he had just ejaculated, the old beggar was very erect this time. The wife thought for a moment, then reached behind her back to unbutton her clothes, then unhooked her bra and pulled it out from the front. The old beggar, who was playing with his wife's high heels, suddenly saw this scene and stopped playing with them. He saw his wife pull her dress down a little, revealing a bit of her areola. He estimated that if she pulled it down a little further, her nipples would pop out. The old beggar had never seen such a seductive scene before, and he was about to reach his limit. His penis throbbed, about to ejaculate. The old beggar gritted his teeth and endured it. The wife looked amused and smiled charmingly, biting her lip and beckoning with her finger. The old beggar moved forward a little, right next to the stool where his wife was sitting. Now, the view under her skirt was completely exposed, but unfortunately, due to the lighting, only a little bit of the view could be vaguely seen.

At this moment, the old beggar finally couldn't resist and started masturbating repeatedly with his penis against his wife's vulva. Seeing that things had already come to this, the wife stretched out her delicate hands and forcefully pried open her vulva as wide as possible.

The old beggar finally couldn't take it anymore and ejaculated streams of semen directly into his wife's vagina, repeatedly impacting her labia and vagina. In this way, the two of them reached orgasm at the same time.

After resting for a while, the wife asked the old beggar to bring her her underwear. The old beggar casually grabbed her shirt, wiped his penis with it, turned over, and silently handed her her underwear. The wife saw it was covered in the old beggar's semen, but said nothing. She took the underwear, wiped her genitals clean, collected the semen around her labia, and put it back on. She tidied herself up, grabbed her things, said goodbye to the old beggar, and went home. In the neighborhood, holding a milk tea, perhaps too tired and thirsty, she took a big gulp. Only after it entered her mouth did she realize something was wrong. With so many people around, she didn't know whether to spit it out or not, so she silently swallowed it.

Back home, the wife went straight to the bathroom with the milk tea. Opening the lid, she found a large white stain of semen. Remembering the scene from earlier, her heart pounded. Trembling, she picked up the milk tea and drank it down in one gulp, the milk tea mixed with the old beggar's semen. After finishing, she licked her lips

, revealing a charming smile. Looking at herself in the mirror, she realized she had changed a lot recently, becoming more attractive. Perhaps this was the power of the old beggar's semen.

(V)

While away on a business trip, my wife was home alone. One night, lying in the bathtub, she observed her body and noticed that her vulva had become pink and tender. Her once dark labia had turned a girlish pink, and her pubic hair had become sparse. Her legs and feet were becoming increasingly white and tender, and even her once pure face had become much whiter and pinker. Thinking of all these changes, she realized it was all thanks to the old beggar's semen. The contrast between his huge penis and her thin body stirred something within her.
Her small hand unconsciously reached down and touched her labia and clitoris, feeling a jolt of electricity.

At this moment, my wife remembered something, got out of the bathtub, dried herself off, came to the room, opened the wardrobe, and started picking out clothes. She saw her usual office lady outfit for commuting: a fitted blazer, a tight white shirt, an A-line skirt, and pointed black stilettos with red soles. She put on stockings with suspenders, but used clothespins to hold the stockings suspenders together, clamping them to her labia. The black stockings were hanging by her labia. She put on a half-cup bra that just covered her nipples, but the areolas were exposed. She put on a tight white lace shirt and buttoned it up, but the top three buttons couldn't be fastened. The shirt was already too small, and now most of her little white rabbits were exposed, making her even more sexy. Dressed neatly, every time my wife walked, it pulled on her labia, giving her a strange stimulation, like an old beggar pulling and playing with her labia with his hands.

The wife went to the old beggar's place. Seeing his wife dressed neatly, the old beggar asked curiously, "Young lady, are you going to work so late?" The wife didn't answer, but went straight to the old beggar, pulled down his pants, and gently scratched his penis with her fingernails.

The old beggar was stunned. Why was this beautiful woman being so proactive? His penis, after being drained of its semen by his wife every day, was already a bit too much for him, especially since he was a beggar who often went hungry.

His wife said strangely, "Don't I look beautiful today? Why aren't you very hard?" The old beggar quickly replied, "I can't take this every day, and I haven't eaten tonight, so I don't have the energy..."
The wife frowned, looked at the time—it was past 11 pm—and seeing no one outside, said to the old beggar, "Come with me."

The old beggar and his wife returned home. Luckily, no one saw them on the way—the beautiful wife leading an old beggar home. The wife breathed a sigh of relief.

I made a few sandwiches for the old beggar, and he wolfed them down. After he finished eating, he carefully examined his wife under the bright light. He couldn't see her clearly from the outside. Usually, he only saw his wife in the early morning or at night. This was the first time he had seen her clearly under such bright light. She was truly stunningly beautiful. She was wearing a business suit, which gave her a capable and aloof air. Her pure face looked like a fairy.

The wife said, "After you've eaten, you have to do me a favor."

The old beggar nodded eagerly, saying he'd do anything. The wife said, "I need you to take pictures of me."

The old beggar said, "But I don't know how."

The wife said, "It's okay, I'll teach you, it's very simple."

The wife went to the room, took out her DSLR camera, set it to point-and-shoot mode, and gave the old beggar a few instructions. She said to the old beggar, "Later, when you see me doing something nice, take a picture, okay?"

The old beggar quickly said, "Okay, I mean take pictures of your nice poses, big sister."

When they came to the living room, the wife struck a few sexy poses to tease the old beggar. The old beggar immediately started taking pictures. At this moment, the wife turned her back to the old beggar and bent over at a 90-degree angle. Because her skirt was very short, everything was visible when she bent over.
The old beggar saw that the wife was using a wooden clip to pull her labia apart, making them very long and wide, with a little bit of vaginal fluid flowing out. The old
beggar quickly took a picture and then walked behind the wife, pointing the camera at her labia and taking a hard picture. Looking at the wife's angelic
face and her devilishly seductive lower body, the contrast was so great that he couldn't resist.

The old beggar, as if possessed, reached out and touched his wife's vulva. His wife didn't object, and the old beggar, overjoyed, tentatively inserted a finger, thrusting it in and out, causing his wife's juices to gush out. Later, unable to bear it any longer, his wife sat on the sofa with her legs spread in an M-shape.

The old beggar quickly snapped two photos, stammering as he spoke. His wife asked, "What did you say?" The old

beggar said, "Can I…?"

His wife interrupted, "No! But you can do whatever you want, except you can't use your…".
The old beggar, as if receiving a royal decree, stopped taking photos, switched to video mode, and set it aside. The old beggar knelt beside the sofa, carefully examining his wife's vulva, and then inserted two fingers again. His dark fingers moved in and out of the pinkish area, bringing with them the juices that flowed onto the sofa. The old beggar gently kissed his wife's feet and licked her sexy high heels. He didn't miss the entire instep and heels, which were covered in his saliva.

At this point, the old beggar switched to using three fingers and was still able to insert them. He took off his
wife's other high heel and put it on his penis, smearing some of her vaginal fluid on it. He placed his penis inside the heel, his
testicles against the back, just enough to fit the entire penis. His wife moaned. The old beggar, who had stopped thrusting, gripped his penis. Stimulated by his wife's moans, he suddenly lost control and ejaculated, shooting entirely into his wife's slender high heel, almost filling the toe box.

Seeing the ejaculation inside the shoe, his wife, with a determined heart, took it and inserted it into her vagina. Because the old beggar had already inserted three fingers, the high heel offered little resistance, and she easily slipped in. Seeing this, the old beggar quickly took his hand and began inserting the shoe into his wife's vagina, the toe box repeatedly moving in and out. The amount of semen inside was decreasing, presumably because some of it had been absorbed by her vagina during thrusting.

The old beggar's pace quickened, and he began masturbating, one hand thrusting into his wife's vagina while the other masturbated. Seeing his wife's body spasm and reach orgasm, the old beggar stood up, raised his penis, and ejaculated into her face. Although not as much as the first time, it was still a considerable amount, landing on her face, nose, forehead, and lips. His wife, opening her mouth in orgasm, also ejaculated a large amount into her mouth. After they finished,

the old beggar picked up his camera and started taking pictures. His wife was drenched in sweat, her eyes glazed, her red lips parting and closing, semen streaming down her face. Her angelic, pure face was now covered in the semen of the old, ugly beggar. The high heels inserted into her vagina were squeezed out by the contracting vagina, along with some of the old beggar's semen and vaginal fluid—a scene of utter depravity.

His wife gradually calmed down and told the old beggar to go home.

The old beggar went to the door, saw a pair of white stilettos on the shoe rack, and casually took them out. His wife saw this but didn't say anything.

After the old beggar left, his wife picked up her camera and looked through the pictures, which were full of images of herself in a wanton manner.

Walking into the room, looking at myself in the mirror, I scraped the remaining semen from my face with my fingers and fed it to my cherry-like mouth. My wife smiled inexplicably as she sucked on my finger.

(To be continued)

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