The wife in the adulterous novel pretends to be a prostitute.

On QQ, the avatar of an old classmate I hadn't contacted in a long time suddenly popped up. We were good friends in school, and he returned to his hometown after graduation. At first, we chatted frequently on QQ and occasionally called each other, but as time went on, our work and lives completely diverged, and we gradually lost common topics, and things faded away. He said he'd come to Nanjing for a couple of days this weekend, and of course, I was happy to oblige, telling him I'd treat him well. Then we chatted idly, exchanging a few words. Just then, my wife, wrapped in a towel after her shower, came over. "Which girl are you chatting with? I could hear your QQ beeping nonstop while I was showering." I explained what had happened, and my wife wasn't happy, thinking I was going to waste money again. She went to bed to watch TV. My wife was drying her hair with a towel in her right hand, her left arm supporting her body as she lay on her side on the bed. Gravity accentuated the alluring cleavage along the top edge of the towel, and her wet hair hung messily over her chest. The short bath towel couldn't conceal my wife's alluring curves; half of her buttocks peeked out from the bottom edge, and a glimpse of dark skin could be seen deep within her fair thighs. This temptation was irresistible. We exchanged phone numbers, agreed on a time, and I quickly logged off. I leaped onto the bed. My kisses slowly traveled from her calves to her thighs, buttocks, and groin, gently covering her dark forest with my lips. My wife moaned softly. My tongue pierced through the dark forest, reaching the depths of her paradise. My wife wiggled her hips, her moist genitals lightly brushing against my lips. I crawled on top of her, tearing open her towel, my hands groping her breasts, my body writhing against hers. "Weren't you chatting with your classmate?... Ah!" I secretly exerted a little more force. "Weren't you going to warmly entertain her... Ah... How are you going to entertain... Ah... her?" A wicked thought was born within me... We quickly finished our encounter. My wife seemed unsatisfied, but I wasn't in the mood. I pondered the next part of the story. The night before the weekend, my wife and I were lying in bed watching TV. "I won't be having dinner with you tomorrow, a classmate's coming over." "Okay." "I might be home late tonight." "Okay." I looked at my wife, but she seemed reluctant to talk to me, her eyes glued to the TV. "He wants me to take two girls out to karaoke tonight." "Who?" My wife's voice was twice as loud, and she stopped watching TV, turning her head to me. "Colleagues, friends, anything is fine." "No way! Who knows what you'll be doing there?" My wife stared at me intently, her eyes practically devouring me. "Then what should I do?" "I'll go!" My wife declared. "He said he'd take some young girls out, but he brought his wife instead! People will laugh at us!" "What should I do… it's definitely not going to work!" My wife was getting exasperated. "Well... let me think." I pretended to pat my forehead. "Okay, I'll take you. Just say you're my colleague; he's never seen you before anyway." "Hmm... alright." My wife seemed interested in my suggestion. "What does he want you to bring a young woman for?" "Just to sing karaoke, drink, hug and cuddle, and take advantage of her, right?" "No way! I'm not going." "You're not going?" "I'm going!"My wife was becoming a little incoherent. "It's nothing, he wouldn't dare rape you in a karaoke bar, would he?" I chuckled, placing my hand on her thigh, half-joking, half-comforting. Suddenly, her legs stiffened, standing there motionless, and she stammered. "Just the three of us?" "Who else do you want to bring?" "No… well, is everything alright?" "We haven't seen each other in years, and we probably won't see each other again. Let's sing some songs, have some drinks, relax, what could possibly happen?" My wife's legs slowly relaxed. Perhaps my first sentence had the biggest effect on her; if they wouldn't see each other again, there was no risk of being exposed. This kind of game could continue easily and enjoyably. "Dress nicely tomorrow." "I know…" My wife fell into deep thought. The night passed without incident until dawn. Before leaving get off work, I took an hour off to pick up my classmate and treated him to a meal at a decent little restaurant. After so many years, my classmate had lost the simple innocence of his school days and was now full of boastful talk. He talked about how promising the company was, how far-sighted the boss was, and how he would definitely take the company to a new level. His performance was off-putting; in the end, he was just a low-level salesman, earning less than a third of what I made. I listened to him the whole time, nodding and smiling. If we weren't classmates for years, I would have definitely mocked him; if he weren't such a bad person, I would have ended the game. It was just a game, why take it so seriously? Let's leave our unpleasant feelings behind and have some fun. Finally, I suggested we go sing karaoke and find a girl to liven things up. He was overjoyed and kept asking what she looked like. After leaving the restaurant, I called my wife and told her to come quickly. When we got to the karaoke bar, I called my wife again to tell her the room number; she said she had just left. I sang two songs, and my classmate seemed a bit distracted, constantly glancing out the window. After I finished singing, I didn't get a single applause, and he started urging me to call again. Okay, I'll call; my wife said she'd arrived. He pretended to be calm, selected a song, and sang while still glancing out the window. The door opened, and my wife walked in. I was stunned, and so was he. My wife's outfit today was both innocent and sexy, a sexy yet refreshingly pure look; innocent yet alluring. She wore a short, silk floral print skirt, a white wide-necked T-shirt, and her left shoulder was mostly exposed, the black bra strap highlighting her snow-white shoulder—incredibly seductive. I let my wife in, and a fragrant aroma wafted over—the intoxicating scent of Burberry, captivating and intoxicating. Light pink lipstick and black eyeshadow—clearly, my wife had put a lot of thought into her appearance. After a brief introduction, I sat at the karaoke station, and my wife sat between us. I had reserved a mini-room; the sofa was cramped, and the three of us were huddled together. My classmate enthusiastically poured us drinks, acting as if he were the host. "Are you married?" my classmate asked, leaning his glass against my wife's bare shoulder. "Um…" My wife was clearly taken aback by his question and was momentarily speechless. She turned and glanced at me. "We're married." "Haha, what's there to be embarrassed about? Come on, let's drink." My classmate was excited; he clearly thought his wife was attracted by his handsome appearance and was holding back her marital status. Actually, in this kind of situation, men don't care whether a woman is married or not; the key is how to get her into bed. After two drinks, my wife's face flushed slightly, looking alluring in the dim light. It had been a while since anyone sang, so I suggested my classmate sing a song. He readily agreed and stood up to sing passionately. "You look really sexy today," I whispered in my wife's ear. "You can be even sexier." Taking advantage of my classmate's inattention, I pulled my wife's collar, which was drooping over her left shoulder, back to her chest. The wide collar hung naturally, revealing a deep cleavage. "Are you crazy!" My wife turned to look at me, glaring at me. She made no attempt to pull her clothes back up, glanced down, leaned over, picked up a glass of wine from the coffee table, and took a small sip. Her series of movements were clearly an attempt to conceal her inner panic. She wanted others to see her sexy side, but didn't want me to think she was so lewd. The song ended, and my classmate turned and sat down. "Bravo!" My wife and I clapped simultaneously. I turned to look at my classmate, glancing at my wife as well. He was also staring at her, and my wife smiled at him while clapping. From our angle, looking down her neck, my wife's breasts swayed from side to side with her arm movements, and my classmate's lustful gaze remained fixed on them. "Come on, let's have another one," I said, breaking the ambiguous atmosphere. Then my classmate suggested my wife sing a song. After hesitating for a while, she finally stood up. Due to sitting for so long, the hem of her floral mini-skirt was slightly upturned. It was already very short, and I could even see the edge of her underwear. My classmate obviously didn't miss this opportunity either. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him leaning against the sofa, his eyes fixed on the depths of my wife's mini-skirt. From his angle, the view inside was completely visible. The song ended; my wife sang for five minutes, and he watched for a full five minutes. "Great!" my classmate clapped. My wife was delighted. "I'll pour you some drinks." She bent down and picked up the bottle. The hem of her short skirt rode up quite a bit with her movement, instantly revealing her sheer silk panties. Her white buttocks shone brightly beneath the panties, her private parts shrouded in black. Looking at my classmate, I noticed a large bulge in his genitals. "I'm going to the restroom," my wife said, picking up her bag and leaving the room. "Your colleague is really horny!" my classmate said with a lewd grin. "I saw her pubic hair just now, lots of it, she must have a strong sex drive, did you see it?" "I didn't notice," I said, feigning regret. "Come on, haha, I saw you staring at her buttocks," my classmate grinned lewdly. "Seriously, her breasts are huge, jiggling, I really want to rub them." My classmate's words clearly had an effect on me; I felt a physical reaction, and I really wanted to drag my wife back and have some fun with her. My wife returned, and my classmate clung to her, constantly urging her to drink. My wife had adapted to the environment, casually engaging with him. No one paid me any attention, so I ordered a few songs and sang them myself. When I turned around after finishing, my classmate had his right hand on my wife's shoulder, his left hand holding a wine glass, urging her to drink and chatting. A sudden surge of jealousy welled up inside me, but it was instantly replaced by lust. After I sat down, the three of us drank two more glasses of wine, and the alcohol made me a little dizzy. I was a bit drunk, leaning my head against the sofa and closing my eyes. "What's wrong?" my wife turned around and asked with concern. "I'm a little dizzy, I'm going to lie down for a while." I had drunk at dinner, and then quite a bit more here; I'm not a heavy drinker to begin with, and now I really had a headache. My wife called the waiter to bring a cup of tea and handed it to me. At that moment, I was suddenly touched by my wife's thoughtfulness and really wanted to take her away from this place immediately. Closing my eyes, the image of my wife's swaying breasts and snow-white buttocks immediately flashed before my eyes. At that moment, many things mixed together, and I felt dizzy and disoriented. Half-asleep, half-awake, I seemed to see my wife again, her hands on the coffee table, my classmate lifting her skirt, tearing off her panties, my wife wriggling her hips to accommodate his advances. Her breasts were being squeezed and deformed in his hands, accompanied by intense moans that echoed in my mind. Suddenly awakened by something, I opened my eyes; my wife wasn't beside me. "How long have I been asleep?" I asked my classmate groggily. "I don't know, maybe half an hour." "Oh, where is she?" "She went to the bathroom, just now." "Oh." I took a sip of water and lit a cigarette. "Her breasts are so big." My classmate looked at me and lit a cigarette as well. "Didn't I just say you wanted to touch them? Heh, you pervert." "I touched them." "Huh?" I suddenly didn't know what to say. "Big, firm, and elastic, those nipples feel... oh, heh." My classmate took a deep drag of his cigarette, closed his eyes slightly, and slowly exhaled the smoke, seemingly enjoying it. "I just put her nipple in her mouth, and she couldn't take it anymore." "You...you...kissed her...wasn't she wearing a bra?" "Black one, I took it off, she wouldn't cooperate at first, haha." "And then?" "And then? Then I touched her, and she was soaking wet, completely wet." He put his legs up on the coffee table, exhaled two smoke rings, and spoke with a hint of smugness. "Did she take off her underwear too?" "No, not really, but her underwear felt nice, very comfortable to touch. By the way, she told me not to tell you, and not to ask her." "Of course I won't ask, how can I ask about something like that?" I said dismissively. "I need to go to the bathroom too, my hands are all...haha." Just as he stood up, his wife pushed open the door, glanced at him, then turned to me, quickly lowered her head, and hurried back to her seat. "When did you wake up?" His wife asked softly, holding her teacup and looking at the big screen. "A while ago." His wife turned her head in surprise, looking at me, a hint of panic in her eyes. "I woke up and didn't see you. He said you went to the bathroom." "Oh." She turned back, still staring at the big screen. Was it the erotic scene from just now that had stirred her emotions, or was it our...The back-and-forth questioning had left her flustered, perhaps from having had a couple too many drinks. Her face was flushed, her hand holding the teacup trembled slightly, and her high, firm breasts rose and fell. Her snow-white legs, concealed by her sexy short skirt, stirred my restless hand. I slowly felt the warmth of her thighs with the back of my hand. She didn't move, her eyes fixed straight ahead. I leaned my head slightly towards her hairline, my left hand sliding down her armpit, my fingers lightly touching her heaving breasts. As my fingers pressed harder, her breasts swayed rhythmically. My gaze followed the black bra strap down, to her breasts, which had just been teased and sucked by another man, swaying from side to side. My right hand slowly moved upwards, lifting her skirt, placing my hand on her still slightly damp silk panties, feeling the warmth emanating from them. My wife remained motionless, her limbs stiff. My fingers slipped between her tightly closed legs, moving from her inner thighs upwards, gliding over her buttocks, pausing briefly, before reaching the depths of her pubic area. His fingers twirled here, from one finger to two. "Ah!" With the movement of his knuckles, the two fingers instantly sank into the swamp of the jungle; if it weren't for the underwear, they might have been swallowed up in an instant. "Ah!" His wife was aroused again. One night, having her most private parts violated by two men in turn, even the most chaste woman couldn't remain unmoved. She was wet again, thoroughly wet. Her hands were trembling, the water in the teacup flowing down her slender fingers, down her thighs, over her inner thighs, dripping onto the ground. "It's not good if someone sees." His wife pulled out a tissue and gently wiped her sexy legs. "Mmm." Actually, I knew she wasn't afraid of others seeing, but afraid of him seeing. Just ten minutes ago, this usually dignified and proud woman was sitting on this very seat, in front of her husband, letting someone lift up her T-shirt, undo her bra, and wantonly play with her breasts; a surge of jealousy rose instantly. But a game is a game. To keep playing, you have to consider the bigger picture. Didn't I also experience unprecedented passion? Passion comes at a price. I released my wife's soft body and obediently sat down to the side. "What song do you want to sing? I'll pick one for you." "My throat is a little hoarse, you sing." My wife seemed a little tired, leaning back on the sofa. While I was picking a song, he came back. "Why aren't you singing? Waiting for me?" He seemed very excited and in particularly good spirits. "Yeah, what song do you want to sing? I'll pick one for you." I kept my eyes on the karaoke machine, not even looking up as I answered him. He sat back on the sofa, his right hand naturally resting on my wife's shoulder. My wife slightly twisted her body, pulling her hand away from his. He put his hand on her again, and my wife turned her head towards him, gently pushing him away. I didn't see their eye contact. However, in such a small private room, these small actions were still hard for me to miss. "Let's do a duet," he said to my wife with a grin. “My voice is hoarse, I can’t sing.” My wife sat between us, seemingly a little uncomfortable. “Sing one, you haven’t sung much all night.” I turned to my wife and said. “Come on, come on. You can sing anything, I’ll gladly oblige.” He stood up gentlemanly and extended his hand to invite my wife. My wife glanced at me again, and I gave her a smile. In this situation, she couldn’t possibly stay seated any longer. She picked up the microphone and stood up, completely ignoring his gentlemanly hand. He seemed embarrassed, perhaps also puzzled, that the woman who had just been intimate with him had suddenly become so indifferent. After the song ended, neither of them performed very well, seemingly a little distracted. When they returned to their seats, he suddenly grabbed my wife’s hand and kissed it. My wife was startled, quickly turning back to look at me, her expression somewhat flustered. “You sang very well.” He released my wife’s hand and said to us. I knew he just wanted to prove that what he had told me earlier was true, that this woman was only being indifferent to him because I was there, and that he had already won her heart. "Not bad, not bad." I clapped, simultaneously easing the awkwardness and my wife's unease. We sat down and drank two more glasses. Having just slept and after such passion, the effects of the alcohol had worn off considerably. He stayed close to my wife, and the three of us chatted and drank. As we talked, his hand seemed to wander again, casually resting on my wife's thigh. My wife, fearing he might do something rash like before, simply crossed her legs, causing his hand to slip to the side. My wife's forbearance seemed to embolden him, and his hand slowly moved towards her groin. My wife didn't dare resist too much, only placing her hand on her crossed legs and leaning forward to block more of my view. He seemed to be deliberately trying to impress me, his actions becoming increasingly bold, forcing my wife to lean even closer. One was trying hard to hide, the other was trying hard to perform; although the drinking and chatting continued, no one was in the mood to sing anymore. The three-person karaoke room was filled with a decadent atmosphere. His hands continued their movements, his head almost resting on his wife's shoulder, while she only moved slightly closer to me. The mini bag was already cramped, and now the three of us were practically pressed together. He kept attacking, his wife kept enduring, and I had absolutely no reason to break the tension. This position, which seemed very strange to outsiders, didn't seem wrong to us at all; each of us had our own thoughts and reasons for maintaining it. His wife leaned further forward, her already wide neckline exposing her entire breasts. Because she was wearing a sexy half-cup bra, and because of our previous alternating assaults on her breasts, the edges of her black bra revealed glimpses of her red areolas. He clearly noticed this too; his head rested lightly on his wife's left shoulder, and I rested my head on her right shoulder, both of us focusing our gaze on that red areola. Her already full breasts, squeezed and deformed by our combined pressure on her arms, seemed about to burst forth. The deep cleavage stretched upwards from the junction of the two bra cups… His hands moved faster, and from my angle, I couldn't see how far he had gone. However, from my wife's dazed eyes and increasingly heavy breathing, I could tell that her most intimate parts were being violated by a man once again. I pretended to get a tissue, lifting myself up to grab it, and as I reached for it, I glanced back. He seemed to know my intention, smiling at me and deliberately lifting my wife's buttocks so I could see more clearly. My wife obediently lifted one side of her buttocks, and that side of her skirt had already been pulled up to her waist. His hands, encased in transparent panties, were groping in the dark forest, two fingers already deep inside, moving in and out. No wonder my large movements hadn't attracted my wife's attention. She was already lost in passion, like a female animal in heat. The violation of fingers was no longer enough for her; she needed a large object to fill her body, she needed this feeling of fullness. His hands continued, his lips close to her earlobe, his slightly heavy breathing eliciting a soft moan from her. She had completely lost control; she closed her eyes, not even trying to stop his hands from unhooking her bra. His hands slipped through her T-shirt, stroking her smooth back, and with that gentle movement, her breasts sprang forth. Through the wide neckline of the white T-shirt, the black bra cups could no longer conceal her nipples, the pink nipples lightly rubbing against the white fabric. Without the bra's restraint, her breasts bounced wildly in the air, the slightly rough fabric bearing the intense impact of her smooth, white breasts. His hand, which had been unhooking the bra, slowly reached out from under her armpit. His large hand broke through the barriers, tightly grasping one breast, squeezing, deforming, squeezing again, deforming once more. The pink nipple squeezed between his middle and ring fingers, held tightly between the two fingers. His left hand continued its piston-like motion, while his right hand relentlessly squeezed her soft, white breasts, each squeeze accompanied by a deep moan. He lifted both breasts simultaneously, pressing them inwards until the nipples pressed tightly together, his palms rubbing them incessantly before unleashing a frenzied press. "Ah..." his wife let out a long moan, accompanied by violent trembling. A woman reaching orgasm with another man in front of her husband—how unbelievable! Yet it had truly happened. His wife's face was flushed, her eyes still slightly closed, her breasts rising and falling through her loose collar. The man's right hand grasped one of her breasts; his earlier frenzy had subsided, he seemed to be merely savoring its texture and weight. She gently pushed away the man's hand lingering on her, her eyes still closed. She didn't have the courage to open them, afraid to see herself in this disheveled state. Her teeth gently bit her lower lip, her hands clenched tightly together. "I'm going to the restroom," I said, feeling the need to break the awkward silence. "I'm going too." His wife quickly stood up, grabbed her bag, and headed for the door. He quickly stood up as well, grabbing her arm. "What?" his wife asked.Struggling to walk out, my wife was pulled back to his chest like a lamb. Should I pull her away? But the situation didn't allow me much time to think. With a heavy heart, I walked straight to the door. I stood outside for more than ten seconds, but my wife didn't come out. "What are they doing? What if he raped her? Has he already penetrated her?" In those few seconds, all sorts of thoughts rushed through my mind. I couldn't help but peek through the window in the door. He was holding my wife from behind, his hands wriggling inside her T-shirt, his hard penis pressing tightly against her soft buttocks. My wife was resisting, her hands gripping his hands tightly, trying to stop him from going any further. His hands were still wriggling, his lips pressed against my wife's earlobe. This time she didn't pull away, and seemed to say something to him. He slowly released his grip on my wife, and I quickly turned around and took two steps forward. After a few seconds, my wife pushed the door open and came out. "Why didn't you save me just now!" My wife was furious as soon as she saw me. "Which time?" I lit a cigarette. "Well...well..." My wife suddenly lost her earlier arrogance. "Honey, actually...actually...it wasn't like that." "What was it?" I looked into her eyes, my tone gentle, but my gaze sharp. She seemed flustered, deliberately avoiding my gaze. "Let's go somewhere else." I noticed several waiters standing nearby; after all, this kind of topic wasn't suitable for public discussion. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was looking, I quickly pulled my wife to a luxurious private room. We had been here before for company gatherings, and I had noticed that no one was there when we passed the restroom earlier. There was a separate restroom inside. I pulled my wife in and locked the door. I hugged my wife from behind, just like others had done to her earlier, pressing my hard penis tightly against her soft buttocks. The difference was, she didn't resist. She knew my intention in bringing her in, and she clearly knew what I was going to do to her. She cooperated by standing on her tiptoes, her buttocks raised, slightly twisting to meet my movements. I slipped my hands under her T-shirt, brushing past her waist. Her bra wasn't fastened properly, still in the position of someone who had violated her. My hands easily bypassed her defenses, touching her nipples, my palms curved, tightly grasping her breasts. "What did he just say to you?" "He told me to come with him." She braced herself against the wall, burying her head between her arms. "And then?" "He wouldn't let me leave if I didn't agree." "So you agreed?" I lifted her short skirt with one hand. "Um... um... actually, it wasn't really an agreement." My wife hesitated. "Say it." My hand moved between her legs, her panties sticky. "I said I'd talk about it later, but he wouldn't let me leave, so I agreed. Actually... actually... I didn't really agree in my heart." What did she mean by not really agreeing in her heart? She clearly desperately wanted it. Women can really pretend. Suddenly, a wave of jealousy washed over me. 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I stopped moving, hugged her tightly from behind, and kissed her… I went back to the private room first. My classmate was sitting on the sofa, leisurely smoking and drinking. "So long? Did you go to the bathroom… hehe… by yourself… hmm?" My classmate smiled smugly at me. I ignored him and sat back down. "Exciting today, right? This woman is really…" He paused, then suddenly moved closer to me, grinning mischievously, "Tell me honestly, have you… slept with her?" "Huh? Of course not!" "Really? Hehe…" He kept smiling at me. "Let's call it a day?" I took a sip of my drink. "It's getting late, and… besides, it'll be hard to get along with colleagues later." I admit, at this moment, I hesitated. After venting, I was much more clear-headed, and the thought of giving my lovely wife away was truly hard to bear. "Wait, what time is it? Everyone's just getting into the swing of things." He seemed a little anxious, moving closer to me again. "You know what? She just agreed to come with me." "Really?" I looked at him with feigned surprise. "Of course." He regained his smug expression. "Then I should go even more." "Don't you want to try this sexy, soft body?" He made a gesture while revealing a lewd smile. "I do want to, but..." Before I could finish speaking, the door was pushed open, and my wife floated in like a fairy, her floral dress swaying from side to side with her two fair legs. Her slightly flushed cheeks, paired with light lipstick, and her long black hair draped over her delicate pink shoulders, she walked gracefully, and a captivating fragrance wafted towards us. "Why did you take so long?" He looked at her affectionately and made way for her. "Just touched up my makeup." My wife smiled at us, without even the slightest hint of awkwardness. Sometimes, I truly admire women. They can be dignified and elegant, yet instantly transform into a seductive vixen; they can make you feel unattainable, then in the blink of an eye, they can feign pitifulness and elicit pity. She can make a man feel easily obtained, yet she can withdraw at any time; to me, her husband, she can satisfy my needs anytime, anywhere, yet I feel constantly insecure. My two colleagues are both eyeing this woman. He covets her beauty and body, while I crave novelty, excitement, and a lifelong emotional connection. Can one have both? My wife sat between us again. He continued to fawn over her, while she merely smiled and applauded him, occasionally gently pushing away his invasive hands. We sat there, chatting idly, time passing by. "Are you hungry?" he asked, placing his hand on her shoulder again. "Okay, let's go get something to eat." My wife stood up, ready to leave. Her action surprised us both. But then I realized she wanted to leave this awkward situation, and besides, she must be a little hungry. She usually doesn't eat or eats very little before going to public events, saying she needs to be hungry to be in her best condition. "There's still half a bottle of red wine, let's finish it before we go," he said, dividing the wine evenly. "Okay, bottoms up." My wife finished hers in one gulp, picked up her bag, went to the door, and turned to look at us. "Okay, okay, bottoms up!" He also downed his drink. I don't know who could hold their liquor better, but I'm definitely not in their league. But there was nothing I could do at that moment, so I drank mine too. Stepping out of the KTV, I felt dizzy, a familiar feeling washing over me again. I staggered to the flowerbed, but just dry heaved, unable to vomit anything. "Are you alright?" they asked, supporting me on either side. "I'm fine... I'm fine... really fine." "Should I take you home?" my wife asked with concern. 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It seems to be a mix of Chinese characters, symbols, and possibly some other elements. A proper translation wouldn't be meaningful without further information. I wanted my wife to become a seductive woman, to fully display her allure to other men, and I always thought I could accept it completely. But faced with the reality, I hesitated. If I weren't drunk, I would have ended this game. I took a few deep drags of my cigarette by the window; puffs of smoke swirled and danced in the air, clinging tightly to the cold glass before spreading out through the cracks… Wait! It's them! Why did it take so long? Did something happen? I jolted awake and peered down. In the gentle breeze, my wife's short skirt fluttered, her snow-white thighs peeking through the air, her low-cut T-shirt revealing her fair shoulders, the black bra strap gleaming brightly in the night. They walked side by side, not arm in arm, not around the waist; aside from the occasional brush of their arms, there was virtually no physical contact. I breathed a sigh of relief. They must have searched all around before finding the food street behind the hotel; they certainly weren't doing anything shady. My wife's sexy outfit certainly attracted the attention of the surrounding diners; most of the men's eyes were fixed on her. Her full hips and slender waist were dazzling under the streetlights, her two full breasts rising and falling with the rhythm of her high heels. He should have been very proud, all the men's eyes were on the woman beside him; she should have been very proud, all the men were captivated by her. They found a table by the roadside and sat down. He, half-leaning on the table, stared at my lovely wife; she, holding the menu, smiled brightly; the waiter, half-bent over, peered into her wide neckline, still lingering even after the order was placed. He was trying to make her talk, and she looked at his face and giggled incessantly. Normally, in front of most men, she always had that cold demeanor; such a man could certainly be considered a heartbreaker. Whether it was the alcohol or what I had witnessed, my face felt slightly hot, and my head ached a little. I got up and went to the restroom to wash my face and clear my head. I went into the bathroom, but I didn't dare turn on the light, I don't know why. Was I afraid they'd know I was awake and miss a passionate scene? Actually, they couldn't possibly know which window was our room. At that moment, my thoughts were a mess, this chaotic feeling constantly haunting me. Reason was battling with desire. The tap was running, and I buried my face in it, hoping the cold water would extinguish all my thoughts. I didn't want to think, I didn't have the energy to think. I just wanted to lie on the bed and sleep until dawn. I didn't want to know anything; what was meant to happen would happen. I just wanted to get far away from all of this. However, I was wrong. I didn't need to think. That window kept tempting me, like a magnetic field drawing my nerves. Those few minutes felt like an eternity. I couldn't help but return to that sofa, that window… Ah? They were kissing! He was caressing her waist, she was wrapped around his neck, they were pressed tightly together. His hands roamed over her body, she was enjoying his tenderness. I went to the bathroom, I missed many details. Who initiated it? It must have been him. Did she resist? How long did they kiss? None of that will ever be known. In those few minutes, I missed so much, including a chance to truly understand my wife. I hid behind the curtains, watching them. The room was completely dark, and even though I knew they couldn't see me, I still covered most of my body with the curtains. They kept kissing, his hands exploring her breasts. While I couldn't see every detail like in a high-definition film, I could still make out the general situation. My wife didn't resist at all, letting him caress her in full view of everyone. They were like a couple, entwined together. My heart pounded, and instinctively, I lit a cigarette behind the curtains and took a few deep drags. This distant spying wasn't as direct as in a karaoke bar, but the anger, jealousy, and long-awaited anticipation all mingled together, as if their affair had been discovered. Before I knew it, my desire surged again, and all my previous rationality vanished in an instant. They continued, and I dared not leave for even a moment. Time ticked by, and they made no further move, but I craved a more dramatic scene. I saw him unhook my wife's bra and pull down her panties, her voluptuous body exposed layer by layer under the dim streetlights; I wanted to see a man unleash his primal, wolfish nature in front of his beautiful wife, not this demure, tender display. After what seemed like an eternity, they separated. My wife straightened her clothes, while he, seemingly unsatisfied, held her hand and whispered in her ear. My wife gently pushed him away and shook her head, but he leaned in again, repeating this several times. I don't know what they said, but I saw my wife quickly glance around and move closer to him. Her hands went to her chest, grasping her collar and gently pulling it open. Huh? She actually… my wife actually willingly opened her collar to let another man see her breasts. My blood boiled again. She rested her head on his shoulder, her hands clutching her wide collar, like a docile little lamb. He lowered his head, greedily gazing at the beautiful scene before him. This scene lasted for almost a minute, and in that brief minute, my blood surged. They separated again, sitting upright. He was no longer satisfied with these superficial things; he craved her completely. For over three hours, she had been passionately passionate and icy towards him, a thousand times more difficult than simple seduction. She wasn't skilled in this art, but my presence made her perform almost perfectly. For him, a fair and tender body had been before his eyes all night; he knew every inch of her skin intimately. His eyes, his hands, his tongue had tasted it countless times, and each time he thought he could easily capture her, she would quickly turn indifferent. He failed time and time again, but started again, unyielding. I must say he was a man of strong will. What made him so determined, so persistent despite repeated failures? The answer must be this beautiful married woman whom everyone wanted to kiss. The waiter brought over the packed food, his gaze lingering on his wife's neckline for a few seconds. After paying, he put his arm around her waist and left.The food stall, like a couple, was all sweet and affectionate. He definitely wouldn't give up so easily. I wondered to myself, where would it be? A dark alley? Or… yes, they would definitely bring the food back. I quickly grabbed the ashtray from the table and went to the bathroom, emptied the ashes into the toilet, washed the ashtray clean, and put it back. I carefully restored everything I had touched—the curtains, the tables and chairs—to their original positions. I quickly returned to bed, put away my shoes, and pulled the covers over myself. I lay on the side closest to the bathroom, just as they had left. I knew nothing, saw nothing, and everything that had happened was irrelevant to me; I was just sleeping. I lay motionless on the bed, my eyes closed. What was I doing? Even a couple having an affair could do it openly, so why was I being so secretive? I didn't know; my thoughts were a mess, and I had no idea what was controlling me. Time seemed to crawl by. I eagerly awaited his sudden burst of speed, his ruthless stripping of her clothes, his pounce on my delicate wife like a hungry wolf, and his groveling beneath her soft body. My wife would spread her legs, letting him rise and fall, her breath coming in gasps and moans. Wasn't this exactly what I'd been waiting for? My heart pounded; even in this warm season, I felt a shiver. Time flowed by like a gentle stream, I couldn't quite gauge it, but it had certainly been a long time. My emotions began to calm, and my heartbeat returned to normal. This was perfect; otherwise, everyone would know I was faking sleep. Could they be in the alley? A sense of unease crept in again. The beeping of the key card quickly pulled me from my chaotic thoughts. "It's them, it must be them." At that moment, my intelligence seemed to plummet. If it wasn't them, who else could it be? They couldn't have done anything; perhaps they were just flirting and caressing each other in a secluded spot. They entered, their movements quiet and stealthy. I closed my eyes tightly, barely daring to breathe through my nose. My wife called my name softly, and I didn't dare move. They didn't turn on the light, just gently put their things down. "He's asleep." It was his voice. "Mmm." My wife's voice. Then came the sounds of embracing and kissing, not loud, but their heavy breathing was clearly audible. "I want you." His voice. "Mmm...no." My wife seemed to struggle, accompanied by the sound of her clothes being pulled, followed by the sound of clothes being thrown onto the sofa. "Your skin is so smooth." "No..." Apart from my wife's heavy breathing and the few words squeezed out between her teeth, there were only the sounds of their bodies intertwined. "Your breasts are so big, so comfortable." My wife must be completely naked, or at least half-naked. Their upper bodies must be pressed together. I felt an unusual swelling in my lower body. "Ah..." my wife moaned softly. He must be teasing her nipples, her most sensitive spot. "No..." came another muffled groan from my wife. "Take it off, don't wrinkle it." "No... ah..." I felt the bed sink, followed by a struggle, and then the sound of belts being unbuckled and clothes being thrown. Were we both completely naked? So fast? My wife was stripped naked so quickly? Just a few minutes ago, I expected him to quickly pin my wife down like a hungry wolf, but now, I felt conflicted. My wife is indeed beautiful, sexy, and somewhat wanton, but kindness and virtue are also her essence. In just a few minutes, she was naked and exposed to a man, a man she had only known for a few hours. Perhaps she was afraid of waking me, she didn't want me to see her in such a disheveled state; perhaps she thought that with my tacit approval, she could have any kind of relationship with this man. Should I stop her? If I stop her, all of this can still be salvaged; my wife is still my only one, her body is still mine alone. If I let it go, she will spend time with another man, and right next to her husband. That handsome man, whose soul wasn't particularly noble, would soon treat her as a delicious meal, ravaging her and unleashing all his lust upon her. She might be happy, but he would be even happier. And me? Would I be happy? I truly didn't know. Those who haven't experienced that moment can't understand. As all my fantasies were about to become reality, I wavered once again. I strained to open my eyes, hoping to see something. But I couldn't see anything except the pitch-black bathroom. The entire room was dark, except for the scattered streetlights streaming in from the window. I dared not move, searching for any reflection within the range of my eyeballs to try and see what was behind me. But it was all in vain. I suddenly remembered there was a dressing table directly opposite me; even with just a little light, I could see everything behind it. But I dared not move, despite my burning desire to know everything. I dared to open my eyes wide, but I still dared not move, frozen in place, feeling as if a thousand ants were crawling inside me. Suddenly, I felt something moving behind me, and that familiar scent slowly approached. It was my wife's scent. What was she doing? She must be checking to see if I was asleep. She felt guilty; although desire had overcome reason, she still considered herself my wife and shouldn't let me see this. Even if she knew, it wasn't now, not when the female animal was in heat. I quickly closed my eyes. In just a few minutes, I had mastered the control over my eyelid movements, meaning I could slightly open my eyes while keeping my face expressionless, as if I were sound asleep. My wife's arm wrapped around my body, bracing herself on the other side of the bed, and she moved closer. She didn't dare touch me, afraid of waking me. I opened my eyes slightly again. I was sure she couldn't see me in this light; she could only judge my sleep by my breathing. But even if she knew I wasn't asleep, she wouldn't stop this game. The arrow was on the bowstring, ready to be released. As long as I didn't stand up to stop her, she wouldn't stop. Women are women; they can't be so meticulous, but this ritual was still necessary to ease her anxiety. Sure enough, my wife's upper body was completely naked. Her two full breasts were fully exposed to the air. Due to her position, her two plump breasts were gently pressed against the blanket. The light was dim, and I couldn't see her facial expression, but I could clearly see her two breasts trembling slightly. I had already caressed and sucked on her breasts countless times, and in this environment, they looked particularly alluring. I really wanted to give them a good squeeze. "Tell you he's asleep. He sleeps very soundly at school, and no matter how much you disturb him, he won't wake up." "Hmm...sigh, pull me over, I can't get over." Since the weight was all on her hands, it was indeed a bit difficult for my wife to crawl over without touching me. "Hmm, okay." A pair of large hands reached out and stopped on my wife's breasts. "Pull me over." My wife's voice was not loud. Since entering the room, she had been speaking in a low voice. Such a voice sounded extremely delicate and endearing. "Your big boobs feel so good to touch." He said as he vigorously rubbed them. "Hmm, you're naughty!" This was the first time I had heard my wife act coquettishly towards him today. Perhaps this is how they are when they're alone, only they hold back in front of me. "I want to come in." He pressed his entire body against his wife's back, his hands still fondling her large breasts, kneading them vigorously. Her breasts deformed under his ministrations, her nipples peeking out from between his fingers, only to be tightly pinched back. "No, I can't take it anymore," his wife's voice rose an octave. "Oh." He was somewhat disappointed, but still pulled her closer, supporting her breasts. Darkness returned; even with my eyes wide open, it was still darkness. A dark ceiling, dark walls. "Mmm...mmm..." his wife murmured softly. Her nipples, earlobes, and armpits were sensitive areas, but under a stranger she'd only known for a few hours, simple physical contact was enough to arouse her, let alone with a seasoned lover like him. "I want to take a shower," his wife said. "After you're done." "No. I have to shower." "Why do I have to shower? You smell so good." He didn't stop caressing his wife; I could feel him constantly moving against her body. "It's all because of you... um... so many times." "You've gotten wet so many times, haven't you? Haha." He let out his signature lewd laugh. "Let me touch it, sigh, it's wet again." "Don't touch it, ugh... you're so annoying." Thinking of his wife being teased by him while she was naked, I felt a surge of jealousy and wanted to punch him. But then I thought, wasn't that how I treated the woman beneath me? Actually, women enjoy being teased by men in bed; even the crudest words are considered flirtatious in bed. "Don't move, let me touch it again." I felt our bodies writhing. "I'm not playing with you anymore, I'm going to take a shower." My wife broke free from his grasp. "The slippers are here." He rummaged through the bedside table and pulled out slippers. "Let's shower together." "No." Then came the sound of her getting out of bed and putting on her slippers. I quickly closed my eyes slightly, just like when I had just...A sliver of light appeared. Footsteps passed the TV cabinet and dressing table, gradually approaching my side. I strained to keep my eyes open, staring at the space less than two meters between the bed and the bathroom. She came closer, and the first thing I saw was my wife's full breasts, swaying with each step. She walked past, revealing her back and buttocks. Sigh, wearing underwear? My wife's transparent underwear hugged her round buttocks. I suddenly understood. Every time he touched her genitals, she resisted fiercely; she just didn't want him to notice the traces of another man inside her. My brief encounter with my wife at the karaoke bar had left a large amount of semen inside her. Although she cleaned herself in the bathroom for a long time, the smell was still hard to mask. She wanted to offer her new lover a clean and fragrant body. The bathroom door was gently pushed open, and the light was turned on. Instantly, the entire room became much brighter. "Don't come in," my wife turned around, smiling at the person behind me. "Okay, um… but let me see your genitals." The voice came from behind me. "No way!" My wife's angry voice was so sweet. With a bang, the door slammed shut. But less than two seconds later, it opened again. My wife stood half-naked in the doorway, her slightly exposed teeth gently biting her lip. Her left hand twirled around her nipple, her legs crossed, and her right fingers slowly slid from her thigh to the edge of her panties. She tilted her hips slightly outward and gently tugged at her panties, the downward force making her buttocks glimpse faintly. She turned her hips completely towards us, leaning forward, her hands resting on the top edge of her panties. She slowly bent her knees, her panties slipping down inch by inch until her entire buttocks were fully exposed before us. Her full, flawless buttocks, and the black between her legs, were even more alluring. The transparent panties fell between her legs, and her fingers once again moved up her thighs, gliding over the black forest, over her buttocks, over her waist, and then she opened her palm completely and grasped her right breast. She turned her head and smiled, her hand still slightly twitching as she grasped her right breast. "Is it pretty?" Her soft voice drowned out the breathing behind me. “It looks good…you…” Before I could finish speaking, the door slammed shut again. “Don’t peek.” A voice came from inside the glass door. A moment later, the sound of running water could be heard inside, but outside, all was quiet. I finally dared to open my eyes fully and carefully observe the bathroom through the light inside. Like a budget hotel, it had frosted glass about a meter high. Although I could vaguely see the outlines inside through the frosted glass, the shower stall had a sliding door, making it impossible to tell what was inside. Above the frosted glass was a row of transparent glass with the hotel logo printed on it. Through the gaps in the lettering, I could clearly see the ceiling and chandelier. This tranquility didn’t last even a minute before the man behind me began to stir. He seemed to stand up and walk forward step by step on the bed. He came to where I was standing and peered inside. He was standing naked, his right hand still gently stroking his genitals. It wasn’t very thick, but it was long. My wife was about to be conquered by this ugly thing, and I couldn't help but feel a little reluctant. But the thought of her wanton way of taking off her underwear just now rekindled my passion. After teasing her for a while, perhaps no longer satisfied with just peeping, he tiptoed out of bed and went to the bedside table next to me, taking out another pair of slippers. Was he going to go in? Didn't he promise not to go in? Didn't he agree so readily? My heart started pounding again. A mature and beautiful woman and a naked man—I didn't want to think about it anymore, and I couldn't help but think about it, because the door had already opened… A cloud of steam instantly enveloped the somewhat dark-skinned man, and in an instant, the steam was blocked again, and the door closed once more. "Ah!" A scream came from the glass door, followed by the sound of the shower door opening and closing, and then everything returned to normal, with only a trickle of water. There was no obstruction, and there could be no more resistance, at least not even the slightest sound of struggle. In that small space, they were both naked.His wife's petite body was probably already in his arms. His hard genitals were rubbing against something, his hands lingering on some skin. The bright light illuminated their alluring bodies, and even the gentlest stream of water couldn't extinguish the fire in his heart. What were they doing? I didn't know. I wanted to peek through the transparent glass, but my legs felt like they weighed a ton; my heart felt like a million ants were crawling inside me, yet I remained motionless. I was afraid they would see me. If they suddenly appeared and saw me, what was I doing? Was I spying? My wife was bathing naked with another man, and I was standing outside the door spying. Everyone has a dark side, but that side is something they never want to be seen. I didn't want them to see me. Struggling, struggling, time ticked by, my body stiff on the bed. In fact, with just a simple movement, every detail inside would be laid bare, but I still didn't move. My heart was pounding, but my limbs were numb. Suddenly, the shower door opened. The sound of running water stopped, and slippers splattered on the wet floor. Were they drying themselves? Who was drying whom? How were they drying? I had no energy to think about these things; my mind was blank. A series of hurried footsteps approached. I strained my eyes, trying to see through the frosted glass. I could only see shadows, two shadows that were initially some distance apart now pressed tightly together. An indescribable sound emanated from within, whether it was a kiss or the rubbing of skin. I tried to discern whether the two figures were rising and falling, but no. There was no sound of bodies colliding. Slowly, slowly, they continued their intimacy, as if time had stood still. This night had gone from ambiguous to wanton. Should this wantonness end or continue? End? Had his wife's body actually been taken? If so, ending it now would be meaningless. Continue? Should they continue? She had never been so sexy and alluring, so captivating, especially with the way she pulled down her underwear, her movements swirling with desire. She was naked and entangled with a man. Let it go, let it go, let this depravity be even more complete. The bathroom door opened, and I tightly closed my eyes. In that instant between opening and closing the door, two naked bodies flashed by… “Turn off the light,” my wife’s voice said. One body gently fell behind me, and then another gently pressed down on top of me. When I opened my eyes again, the room was completely dark. I struggled to make out the sounds behind me while trying to adjust to the darkness. The two bodies were writhing wildly, the blanket had been moved all the way behind me, pressed tightly against my back, pressing against my body while also providing a sense of security. My wife’s moans were incessant, and her writhing became more and more intense. I was too exhausted to think about those so-called moral boundaries; my mind was filled with the erotic scene behind me. What was the difference between this and ordinary physical contact? Wasn’t it just sensitive parts coming together? Afterwards, neither of us would lose anything. She would still be the same person, and he would be far away from this city. At that moment, I felt a sense of relief. Throughout the night, lust repeatedly overcame my reason, but at this moment, I felt as if I had finally let go of all my burdens. I knew there was a mirror opposite, and through it, I could definitely see what was happening behind me. I truly regretted not moving an inch when they went to the bathroom. Even adjusting my position by just 10 centimeters would have allowed me to see what I was doing. "I'm coming in." "Mmm." My wife's voice was already indistinct. This scene was about to unfold, and I felt my heart leap out of my chest, my body trembling uncontrollably. "Ah..." My wife's long moan signaled that she had been taken by him. The bed shook incessantly, and the person behind me writhed, accompanied by my wife's slightly low moans, filling the air with an atmosphere of lewdness. My wife was clearly lowering her voice, because this was completely unlike her usual bold style. I slowly turned my body towards them, eager to see this long-awaited scene. One millimeter, one millimeter, I felt my movements were already quite large, but my gaze was still a long way from the mirror. "Your breasts look so good when they bounce." He continued his vigorous movements, and his wife's moans grew more urgent. "You're squeezing me so tight, it feels so good." His wife remained silent; her moans were the best reward for him. The rhythm of the thrusting increased, and the bed vibrated more violently. I felt like I was about to be thrown off my feet; I had lost control. I searched for their pattern: three shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, or nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one. At the very moment of the deepest thrust, I quickly twisted my body, as if I were being springed up, going from a full side-lying position to a semi-reclining position. "Hurry up." His wife's voice was slightly tense; she probably sensed my movements. "You like it fast?" His voice rose an octave. "Shh... um, hurry up." The movements noticeably quickened, and the bed shook rapidly. In this position, I could see half a mirror; the man was thrusting vigorously. I could only see the man's body and the woman's legs; her legs were wrapped around his waist, and her body was undoubtedly enjoying his thrusts. "Your body drives me crazy, I can't take it anymore." The man increased his speed once more. "Mmm...don't ejaculate inside." In the mirror, she desperately twisted her legs to meet his final frenzy. "Faster, faster." His wife writhed with all her might. "Ah..." After a low, angry roar, the man calmed down, and the room fell silent. "Kiss me, kiss me." His wife's hands wrapped around his neck, pressing him tightly against her body. Another round of entanglement ensued. "I told you not to ejaculate inside." "Too late." The man's tone held a hint of amusement. "Mmm." His wife seemed exhausted. "I'm going to wash up, I'm all sweaty." He slowly moved away from his wife's body. "Want to wash together?" "You go first, I'll wait." His wife remained weak and listless. The man's figure disappeared from the mirror, leaving only the woman. She lay there, wiping herself with a tissue. The bathroom light turned on, and the door closed, leaving only my wife and me in the room. The light made her reflection in the mirror even clearer. She slowly sat up, her breasts swaying gently. She changed several tissues to wipe away the remaining liquid. She sat there, head slightly bowed, her long hair disheveled, still beautiful, still sexy, yet carrying an indescribable feeling, a hint of faded beauty. She braced herself on the bed, slowly raising her body, I couldn't tell if she wanted to take a shower or something else. My desire had reached its peak; I had completely lost control. Just as she was about to leave the bed, driven by some unknown force, I quickly sat up. She was startled, frozen in place. Her body, which had tried to leave the bed, stiffened. My hands reached from behind her to her chest, quickly pulling her naked, warm body in front of me. She didn't move, didn't dare look at me, didn't say a word, letting me violate her body. "Lie down," I felt my voice tremble slightly. My wife obediently lay down, her snow-white, voluptuous body once again in the same position. Her face was turned to the side, covered by her hair, I couldn't see her expression. Was it shame, innocence, or the flush of passion? I quickly stripped off all my clothes and just as quickly lay down beside my wife's sexy body. I was trembling, not from the cold, and she was trembling too, certainly not from the cold. My hands roamed over her body, my lips lingering between her breasts. Her body was upright, though still so supple. I wanted to be on top of her, just like that man. I felt I must look shameless, shamelessly venting my lust. I couldn't use the same position as that man, because I didn't want her to see my face; I didn't know what my face was telling me. I didn't want to see her face either; I didn't want to see those heartbreaking tear stains. "Turn to your side," my wife obediently turned her body again. I lay on my side behind her, my left hand around her neck, twisting her breast, my right hand lifting her right leg. Actually, I didn't even need to do anything; my wife had already taken the initiative to get into position. She knew what she was supposed to do, a woman who had just pleased one man, about to use her body to satisfy another. It was easy to penetrate her completely; I knew this lubricant mixed the bodily fluids of three people. It felt so good; the feeling was indescribable. "Husband." My wife's voice was hoarse. I ignored her, only gently trembling. "Husband, I was out of my mind today. I don't want to..." My wife's voice was choked with tears. I felt a little reluctant to let her go, so I gently covered her mouth. My hands went to her chest, kneading her breasts vigorously, while my lower body continued its mechanical movements.She was moving. "Husband, I love you, husband, please forgive me, okay?" My wife's voice quickened, and her hips eagerly responded to my movements. "Wife, I love you too." Actually, I could never bear to give up her beautiful body, even if she were a fallen woman, even if she had been with countless men, I would still be obsessed with her body for the rest of my life. "Husband, um, husband." Her face turned towards me, and there were indeed traces of tears. "Don't leave me." After saying that, her lips pressed against mine. "Husband, fuck me, husband." Her hands tightly pressed down on my hands that were pressed against her chest, and her lips fell like raindrops on every corner of my face, her hips twisting wildly, "Husband, I am all yours." The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and my wife's body, which had just been indulging, stopped again. I felt her stiffness once more. "Husband..." she hesitated. "Don't say anything." I continued to thrust my body vigorously, putting my wife back in the previous position, but my hands held her tightly. The bathroom door opened, and instead of a surprised exclamation, footsteps slowly approached. My wife's moans seemed to abruptly cease; she bit her lip tightly, her eyelids drooping shut. He came in, also completely naked. I didn't look at him directly, only glancing at him out of the corner of my eye before returning my gaze to my wife's body. I've never understood my feelings at that moment—was it jealousy, or a hope that he was jealous? Was it proof, but to whom? Was it the arrogance of passionate release, or the enduring depth of my love for my wife? I don't know; I just kept repeating the same actions. He came to my wife's side and knelt at the head of the bed. He looked at us, expressionless. My wife's hands were covered by her chest, her eyes still closed. She was silent, simply accepting my body and his gaze. His hand lightly brushed across her thigh, and with that one touch, my wife's body trembled with unusual sensitivity. Not only her body, but even the point of contact felt a distinct, tight contraction. His hand moved to her chest, gently removing her hands from her chest. She was at a loss, her hands hanging limply in mid-air. I knew she was helpless, I knew she desperately wanted me to give her a sense of security. My right hand gripped her right tightly, and my left hand wouldn't let go of hers. Wife, savor this passion, I'll always be by your side. My wife, her hands in my grasp, completely exposed her body to the second man. His lips pressed against her nipple, his left hand swirling around the other. This stimulation was something my wife had never experienced before; a slow, deep flow of fluid welled up within her.

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