An ending is also a beginning

Her mother turned back to the living room. I looked at the little girl on the bed, her face streaked with tears, her body covered in my marks. Her bald vulva was swollen and bleeding slightly, her legs straight. The red stains on the sheets were striking, like plum blossoms, testifying to what had just happened… I grabbed the blanket from the side, bent down and licked her feet and legs. After a few minutes, the girl murmured in her sleep, "Husband, don't leave me!" I covered her with the blanket, turned and walked to the door. Before closing it, I looked back at the girl one last time. This farewell might be forever!
After closing the door, I turned and saw the woman on the sofa. She was looking at me with a complicated expression! I grabbed the pants from the sofa, ready to put them on. She came over, squatted down, and cleaned my penis with her mouth, very carefully. I quietly watched this gentle woman, watching her lick every mark clean. She stood up and looked at me, saying, "Did you enjoy it, you rascal?" I asked her when she came. She said when she screamed! I smiled, about to say something more, when I heard her husband coughing from the master bedroom… I checked the time—it was past 3 a.m. Suddenly, I thought of my wife, still asleep, a mess all over her body, and felt a pang of annoyance! "I have to go. Take care," I said, heading towards the door. She rushed over barefoot, hugging me tightly. "Will we ever see each other again, husband?" I pushed her against the wall, leaned down and kissed her, then bent down to kiss and fondle her breasts. She just looked at me, letting me take what I wanted. Exhaustion washed over me. I stood up, glanced at her; tears were streaming down her face. I said, "We'll see, wife. Take care! Husband, take care too!" I opened the door, no longer lingering, and turned to leave. She stood naked in the doorway, watching me disappear around the corner…
Ignoring the mess I left behind, I smoked and returned to my own room. Everything seemed to be over, but how to face certain changes? I didn't have the energy to think too much. I threw away the cigarette butt and opened the door... I
went into the room and saw my wife still fast asleep on the bed. I lay down next to her and sat against the headboard. There were still some dried cigarette butts on her lips. I lifted the blanket; her breasts were swollen and red, covered with nail marks and teeth marks. Her stockings were torn, with holes in the toe area. I reached out and touched her genitals; my hand was covered in some strange liquid! She was still talking in her sleep that I couldn't understand! My wife had been fucked like this by the bespectacled man, and I had fucked his wife and child... I closed my eyes and thought about the past two days: my wife being played with by the waiter, being licked by an old man, and giving them oral sex... Slowly, I fell into a deep sleep...
When I woke up in the morning, I opened my eyes and didn't see my wife. The torn stockings were lying where she had slept! I heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom. I turned my head and looked through the glass. I saw my wife taking a shower, and she seemed to be crying! I glanced at my watch; it was only a little past 7. My head was still spinning. I'd exhausted myself last night and only slept a few hours—no wonder! I got up and went into the bathroom, embracing my wife from behind as she stood there, lost in thought. She turned to look at me, then turned back and nestled into my arms. We held each other quietly. The hot water helped me clear my head a bit. I stroked her back; she was still sobbing. "Honey, I'm sorry! Someone else did this to me. Will you be disgusted with me?" I didn't say anything. I held her chin, lifted her head, and gently kissed her. She responded. We parted our lips, and I asked her if she had any regrets. She said, "No, thank you, honey..." We showered together, came out of the room, and sat snuggled on the bed. She asked about the teeth marks on my shoulder. I said she'd bitten me. She said she didn't remember at all. I smiled and didn't continue the conversation. I picked up the torn stockings, looked at her, and asked, "Want to come to the hot springs again next time?" She looked at me tenderly. "My husband told me to come, so I came..."
We both kept some secrets from each other. Of course, I knew everything about her, but she thought I didn't! As for my affairs, she truly didn't know! From then on, my wife became much more open in bed, and I was happy and content...
We got up, packed our bags, and prepared to go home! My wife was wearing a black, slightly low-cut T-shirt, which made her breasts look very large. She wore a denim mini-skirt and flesh-colored pantyhose. Of course, I didn't make her wear underwear; after all, it was still a 5-hour drive home, and we could enjoy some scenery along the way! We took our two suitcases and went downstairs...

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