【This Wife, That Wife】(1-3) Author: cwet326

Author: cwet326
Word Count: 10240

(I)

I slowly smoked a cigarette, looking at the emoji sent on WeChat. It was a shy emoji, but what I
saw was Song Chunmei's shy smile with her head down, like a water lily trembling in the cool breeze.

I first met Song Chunmei at a department gathering. She was Li Xuelin's wife. When Li Xuelin led her
into the private room, my eyes twitched, and my heart stirred. She wasn't tall, only 160cm. That day, she
wore a chiffon short-sleeved top and a super short skirt with a layer of black gauze over it, her white and straight legs
faintly visible . When she greeted us and turned to hang her bag on the coat rack, her round and pert buttocks
swayed seductively with the rhythm of her high heels.

The demon in my heart awakened. I have to have her, at any cost, I
said to myself, taking a sip of tea.

"This is Minister Xie," Li Xuelin introduced to his wife. "Minister Xie usually takes good care of me at work." "You'll have to toast him tonight
." I generously extended my hand and grasped Song Xuemei's slender hand—soft, boneless.
After a gentle squeeze, I released her hand and teased, "Our department's most handsome guy, Xiao Li, I didn't expect his wife to be so beautiful too.
Truly a perfect match." Li Xuelin laughed heartily upon hearing this, and Xuemei lowered her head and smiled, captivatingly beautiful.

At the banquet, I didn't make any moves, simply calmly and subtly accepting
the toasts and compliments from my subordinates and their families. Occasionally, I pointed out everyone's shortcomings, but out of the corner of my eye, I kept watching Xuemei's captivating
eyes. She looked at her husband with a smile, full of affection. The demon in my heart had already taken over my
body .

Back home, slightly tipsy, I looked at my wife, fast asleep on the bed. She was only covered by a thin
blanket, her long, straight, beautiful legs exposed, her hips outlining a perfect curve. Tight lace
panties tightly wrapped her mons pubis, revealing that alluring cleavage. I took a deep breath,
recalling Song Xuemei's firm, pert buttocks, and swallowed hard. I lowered my head to my wife
's mons pubis, slowly exhaling warm breath, and gently caressed her snowy buttocks with both hands. She felt wet down there and turned over. Her panties were
open in the front, revealing her slightly dark red labia to me. I couldn't resist and pressed my lips to hers,
peeling back the layers of tender flesh, my tongue lightly circling in front of her clitoris. My wife woke up, waking with a moan.
She smiled groggily, her legs clamping around my head, her hips lifting, allowing my wicked tongue to
penetrate even deeper.

"Ah...husband...faster," my wife's soft moan, which I heard as Song Xuemei's, said: "Minister Xie,
thank you for your concern for my little Li. I don't know how to thank you enough.

" I quickened my pace, and my wife suddenly convulsed, her legs clamping so tightly that my head ached slightly. Then, with a satisfied
sigh, my wife went limp.

At this moment, I stood up, smiling at my wife. She gave me a seductive glance, knelt
before me, and slowly took my penis into her mouth, her tongue deftly circling the head. I held her
head and gently thrust.

My wife, her face flushed, focused intently on servicing my penis, unaware that I usually
looked at her with satisfaction and pride at this time. Tonight, however, I closed my eyes, my mind filled with Song Xuemei's small mouth. She
knelt before me like a wife, devoutly licking my glans and testicles, her shoulder-length hair beneath her snow-white skin, her buttocks perched
on my lap, forming a perfect waistline. As I thrust, I asked her: "Compared to Li Xuelin's penis,
which is bigger?"

Suddenly, my wife gently bit me. Lost in my fantasies, I stopped. I realized I had gone too far
and hurt her throat.

I pointed to my testicles, and my wife understood, lifting them and gently licking them, while one hand
slid back and forth from my perineum to my anus.

Before the climax, I stopped, knelt down, and positioned my wife in a kneeling position. Her round, large buttocks were
fully in front of me. I parted her buttocks and thrust my penis in without hesitation, without any resistance, because
her juices had already lubricated her like smooth fur.

I slowly thrust in and out a dozen times, and the woman in front of me transformed back into Song Xuemei. She swayed her hips and
said to me, "Minister Xie, put it in, hurry up and put it in, Xuemei's cunt can't take it anymore."

I started moving hard. The woman beneath me didn't expect me to be so vigorous tonight, and her moans
suddenly grew louder. I gently slapped her buttocks and hoarsely roared, "Beg me to fuck you."

My wife said intermittently, "Fuck me, husband, fuck me, fuck me hard, please."

I seemed to see Xue Mei turn around and glance at me, her peach blossom eyes filled with lust. I couldn't help but use all my
strength to thrust wildly. Xue Mei cried out, "Minister Xie, you're fucking my cunt too hard! Slow down!
My cunt is yours, don't ruin it!"

I roared, "Fuck you to death! Fuck you to death! Is it good? Want more? You little slut, want more?"

My wife's cries grew louder and louder: "Husband, I can't take it anymore! Husband, you're too strong! You've ruined my cunt
! Fuck this slut to death! I'll die tonight! Fuck me to death!"

I thrust wildly over 300 times, my mind filled with Xue Mei's ass, her peach blossom eyes.
Li Xuelin was still wiping Xue Mei's sweat beside me. I couldn't hold back any longer. I shouted, "I'm going to shoot you to death!" Then
a warm flow came from my wife's cunt, mixing with my semen, and then we both collapsed onto the bed.

My wife touched my limp penis and said with a seductive smile, "Honey, you were really vigorous tonight. What were you thinking about?"

I chuckled and said, "I had a few drinks and was thinking about some random things."

My wife wrapped her thighs around me and gently touched my nipples. "What made you so
excited ?"

I stroked her breasts and turned to her, saying, "I was thinking about that day when you were wearing hot pants with me.
When we were sitting in the restaurant, I went down to get some chopsticks and saw your pubic hair."

My wife gently pinched me and said, "What part of my body haven't you seen?" Then she nestled contentedly against
my chest and closed her eyes.

I took out my phone and saw Li Xuelin's new post on WeChat Moments: "Striving to settle down in this
city , for my dear wife.

" A smile crept onto my face as I patted my wife's back, and my penis became erect again.

(II) The Devil's Gate

In the early morning, when I woke up, my wife was already dressed and ready to leave. Today she was wearing a black business suit.
She wore a skirt, and her feet, clad in patent leather shoes, were encased in sheer black stockings that ended about 10 centimeters above her knees
, concealing what every man dreams of.

Her workplace was in the west of the city, about an hour's drive along the Third Ring Road.

So every day she would prepare breakfast and wake me.

I beckoned to my wife, who gave me a flirtatious glare before sitting on the edge of the bed. I half-sat
up , one arm around her slender waist, the other slipping between her knees. My fingers slowly
traced her thighs, circling her full groin, my index finger gently pressing against her slightly warm mons pubis.
Then through the crease, I explored up and down. My wife's face flushed slightly, her eyes becoming hazy, but
being a mid-level manager, she had considerable self-control. She pulled my hand away, licked my earlobe,
and said, "You bad boy, one day isn't enough for you."

I pulled out my already erect penis, its veins bulging menacingly, and presented it to my wife. She gently
traced its surface with her index finger before bending down and taking it into her mouth.

My legs involuntarily tensed, but she quickly pulled it out, playfully saying, "I'm leaving now that my sausage breakfast
is finished ."

She then went to the vanity, carefully applying red lip gloss to her lips, pursed them, and swayed out.

At the office, Li Xuelin greeted me with a smile: "Good morning, Minister."

I nodded in return, and after walking past, a slight smile crept onto my lips.

I turned on my computer, playing with my pen, when an outside call came in, saying a client in Wuhan needed
maintenance and that someone needed to be sent immediately.

I touched my phone and chuckled.

At 4:30 PM, I called Li Xuelin to my office, handed him a file folder, and said, "Go
back and look at these documents tonight. There's a client in Wuhan who might need maintenance soon. The documents are confidential
; give them to me tomorrow morning."

Li Xuelin's eyes lit up, because a business trip to maintain a client meant a lot of reimbursements and future resources.

He hurriedly took the folder, unaware that I had placed a small USB drive inside the folder.

When I got home from work that afternoon, my wife called, saying the boss wanted her to entertain clients and she'd be
late .

I smiled and told her, "You'll be back late, but you have to come back." I wasn't worried about her drinking;
after all, in a listed company, the clients were all influential people who wouldn't force someone driving to drink.

I looked at my phone, and slowly it was 7 PM. I called Li Xuelin: "
The client in Wuhan has changed their plans. Book the earliest flight to Wuhan tomorrow morning."

Li Xuelin readily agreed. I snapped my fingers, poured myself a glass of red wine, and drank it.

My wife didn't get home until after 11 p.m., her once-perfect makeup now covered in
dust .

She saw me half-asleep in bed and went to take a shower.

Then, smelling sweet, she snuggled up to me, wrapping her legs around my waist. I contentedly held her waist and drifted off to sleep.

"Xiao Li, where did you put that document bag?" I asked

, a sly smile playing on my lips as I sat on the gurney.

"I was in a rush this morning, so I left it at home. Do you need it?"

Li Xuelin asked anxiously.

"Yes, I need to check the document inside. What's the most convenient way?"

I replied calmly.

"I'll have Xuemei contact you. Have her bring it over."

Li Xuelin said without hesitation.

"Okay!"

I said decisively.

After hanging up, I loosened my collar.

I placed the phone on my desk and waited for it to ring.

Less than two minutes later, an unknown number called. I took a sip of water, moistened my lips, and answered the phone.

The call was from Xue Mei. Her greeting, "Thank you, Minister," immediately made my penis stand up.

Following my pre-planned explanation, I told Xue Mei there was a file inside, and if it was convenient for her at noon, she could
go home to pick it up, and I would come to her office after work in the afternoon.

Xue Mei readily agreed.

After hanging up, I searched for her phone number on WeChat. Her WeChat profile picture showed her wearing hot pants with her back to
the camera , a lake in front of her.

I tapped her profile picture, kissed the photo on my phone that showed her round buttocks, and laughed.

At noon, Xue Mei initiated a voice call request. I deliberately didn't answer, but waited a while before sending her
a video chat window. Xue Mei agreed.

I watched her give me a sweet smile, placing the documents one by one in front of the camera. I randomly
selected a document and said to Xue Mei, "Give me your work address via WeChat this afternoon, and
I'll come pick it up."

Xue Mei happily agreed. Through the shaky video window, her snow-white breasts flashed by, and I
almost swallowed hard.

Xuemei would find out soon. While we were talking, my hand
was .

The afternoon felt incredibly long. I called Xuemei from my office to tell her I might be
late and to ask her to wait for me.

I also told my wife I had something to do that evening and would be home late.

My wife kindly reminded me not to drink.

I felt a pang of gratitude, but also a pang of guilt.

It was around 7 pm when I picked up Xuemei. I suggested we have dinner first, and then I'd take her home to get the documents.

Xuemei thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll trouble you, Minister Xie."

"No trouble at all,"

I said repeatedly, the demons in my heart stirring, about to devour the beautiful body before me.

We ate at an elegant Western restaurant. My endless jokes amused Xuemei,
and my occasional, mature life advice was very insightful.

Watching her breasts jiggle as she laughed, the tiny bit of white flesh peeking out from under her clothes, made
me subtly shift my hard penis several times.

In the car, once inside the enclosed space, Xue Mei was a little quiet. I tried to make her laugh with jokes, deliberately using
dirty ones I'd prepared beforehand to make her blush deeply, blushing shyly.

"Minister Xie, thank you for bringing me back. Thank you for your suggestion last night and for taking care of Xue Lin."

I smiled and nodded, thinking to myself: I'll take care of you until you're in my bed, making you kneel and take care of me.

At the front door, I looked at the lights on upstairs; my wife had already gone home.

"He's probably watching some mindless drama right now," I thought, but then I called Xue Mei again: "Xue Mei, there's a small USB drive in my
pocket . Whatever you do, absolutely do not look at the data on it."

Xue Mei nodded in agreement.

Song Xue Mei answered the phone. She was shirtless, wearing only a small pair of underwear. Her plump
buttocks stretched the underwear taut, especially her vulva, which bulged out fleshily.

She found the USB drive and watched TV idly. Suddenly, a thought rose in her mind,
sprouting like a seed, and she could no longer suppress it.

What's on the USB drive? Why is Minister Xie so nervous? Xue Mei thought, "Just taking a sneaky look should
n't be a problem."

She took out her laptop and plugged in the USB drive. The USB drive was clean, with only two folders: one for
company documents and the other for "The Devil in My Heart.

" Xue Mei nervously opened "The Devil in My Heart," which was divided into text and video sections.

She clicked on the video, and the preview images showed movies with Japanese titles. She chuckled mischievously, "I never imagined the
mature and composed Minister Xie had this side to him."

She felt smug about prying into other people's privacy. She

then opened the text folder.

It was full of tXT novels. Looking at the titles, she blushed, but curiosity compelled
her to read on.

"Soon-to-be Couple's Sexual Affairs"—she was drawn in by the slightly suggestive title, opened it as if possessed,
and began reading.

That night, in Li Xuelin's rented room, on the slightly disheveled bed, a snow-white body panted heavily.
Slender fingers, through damp panties, rubbed the mons pubis. The body had a small mouth, a high
nose, and a perfect oval face. Intermittent moans escaped from its lips, and its alluring peach blossom eyes were filled with
mist .

That night, I knelt behind my wife, roaring and thrusting, and her eyes, too, were filled with mist.

Li Xuelin, meanwhile, was wantonly licking a beautiful woman's body, especially her cunt, which exuded
a faint, seductive scent, making him utterly lost in it.

He had fulfilled his long-held sexual fantasy; in the presence of the beautiful woman he had booked for the entire night, the ugly
side of his humanity was fully exposed, and he no longer needed to hide anything.

The prostitute named Xiao Jie never imagined that this tall, handsome man's penis was less than 10
cm long, and he ejaculated in just 3 minutes.

Most importantly, he seemed uninterested in having sex again after booking the night, but instead licked the prostitute's rotten cunt, which had been penetrated by
hundreds of filthy penises, and her even more filthy anus, which she herself would not want to touch.

The door to the devil had been opened.

(III) Temptation

Song Xuemei's pure white body seemed to be dyed with a layer of morning glow. Her right hand rubbed faster and faster, while her left hand gripped the bed sheet tightly
. The bed sheet groaned painfully in her hands, and Song Xuemei was also groaning, but her groans were both painful and pleasurable.
Suddenly, she arched her back, a clear stream flowing from her pink vulva. At the same time,
she released the sheets, letting out a long, drawn-out sound before collapsing heavily onto the bed, utterly exhausted.

She was filled with shame. Li Xuelin was her first and only man. They had a four-year-
long , and after a year of engagement following graduation, Li Xuelin finally took her virginity. Masturbation was a sin for her
, especially reading obscene erotic novels; she had even fantasized about herself
as incredibly difficult to accept afterward. But who can control themselves in the face of pure desire?

Li Xuelin couldn't either. Song Xuemei had called him around 10 pm. Her sweet voice sounded
slightly tired. Li Xuelin spoke tenderly to his wife for a while before hanging up. The client had already left,
but he treated him to a meal. Mr. Zhang was a very gentlemanly and open-minded person; the two only drank less than half a jin of liquor
before finalizing the deal. Li Xuelin calculated that this order would earn him around 7,000 yuan in commission, and he was very happy.
After hanging up the phone, he lay listlessly on the bed, unable to fall asleep due to the slight intoxication. He opened WeChat on his phone
, wanting to video chat with Song Xuemei, but then thought about how tired she was after a long day and gave up. Just then, the hotel
phone rang. Being on his first business trip, he didn't understand what the call meant. When he understood
its purpose , he decisively hung up. Xuemei was such a beautiful woman, with such a tempting body;
he wouldn't even look at the ordinary women outside.

After hanging up, he remembered hearing his colleagues boast about the various positions offered by massage parlor workers, and a stirring of desire
returned . However, his love for Xuemei held him back from making a mistake. Just then, his WeChat
buzzed. It was from Minister Xie, who said, "President Zhang likes places with a good atmosphere. Don't take him
to ordinary bathhouses after dinner," followed by a series of phone numbers. Minister Xie sent another message: "Don't worry about the money. I'll reimburse you
when we get back . This is normal business expense." The phone number belonged to a role-playing service. President Zhang really
liked it.

Li Xuelin could no longer control his desires. First, the word "reimbursement" struck a chord with his slightly strapped cash.
Second, the word "role-playing" felt like a Pandora's box, the demons roaring towards him. He
couldn't resist. He remembered the various uniform
-
themed porn videos on his roommate's computer. He remembered his high school English teacher, a beautiful 40-year-old woman, holding his hand from behind, correcting his mistakes. He recalled her warm, moist breath teasing his ear, her soft, heavy breasts gently patting the back of his head. But the young man controlled himself, because his English teacher was a notorious slut at school, having cheated
on his husband, who was serving in the military .
He was smart enough not to fall for that English teacher's charms, though when he
returned home after resisting the temptation, his underwear was already soaked with cold semen. Occasionally, he would mock himself for his
premature ejaculation, which prevented him from giving his virginity to a slut. Even though this slut
appeared , repeatedly saying to him while he masturbated: "Come on, fuck this slut to death! You
like fucking sluts, don't you? You like sluts, sluts' cunts are always ready for you to fuck."

Fantasies suppressed for many years, desires painstakingly restrained in front of Xue Mei, once unleashed, were like
a cataclysmic explosion. He made that call, nervously entering a red room. Inside, he
saw . A sweet, uniformed beauty, wearing a pencil skirt and a low-cut top, walked in and knelt before him,
her cleavage almost bursting out, making him breathless.

"Sir, would you like the regular full service or a special scenario service?"

"What kind of special scenario services?" he asked calmly, trying to sound like a seasoned pro.

"Mild sadomasochism, severe sadomasochism, role-playing, group sex," the woman replied.

"Group sex? What does that mean?" He'd heard of the first one, but this "group sex"—did it
mean a threesome?

"Some clients have rather unusual fetishes; they like two people playing with women together. This is where we provide
one for you to play with," the woman replied with a smile.

"You even pay others to play with women?" Li Xuelin was surprised, having never heard of this before. "Many!
Some clients like to pretend the girls here are their wives, fantasizing about having sex with their wives while someone else is with them,"
the woman said with a professional smile. In this place famous for its special services, they wouldn't be surprised by any kind of client
.

"That's too perverted. I'll just do role-playing. Find me an English teacher," Li Xuelin blurted out.

"Okay, sir, please wait a moment. You can make any request to her. She will
fulfill your fantasies. I know this is your first time here, sir, don't be shy. Spending money here is about realizing fantasies you
've never dared . The more you dare not express them in front of your partner, the more you need to let loose, that's how you have fun.
That's our motto here." After the prostitute finished speaking, she left.

Li Xuelin felt as if he had opened the door to a new world. He thought of that English teacher again, that mature
slut. He really wanted to see if that kind of slut's vagina was particularly slutty and dark. He
wanted to smell if sluts had a slutty smell, completely different from the always fragrant slutty
smell of Xue Mei.

But he didn't dare. He felt that although he was a customer of prostitutes, he looked so handsome that he wouldn't
do such a dirty thing. As for wanting to have sex with his teacher, that was every man's youthful dream. In
a place like this, it should be more noble, right? So he waited for the prostitute named Xiao Jie to fulfill his dream. Xiao Jie didn't
disappoint him. She put on black-rimmed glasses and wore a business suit, the hem of which was quite long, just past
her knees. She whispered from behind Li Xuelin, "Xiao Li, let me see, let me see if you wrote this character
correctly."

Li Xuelin felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He felt as if he had been transported back to that night many years ago. His body began to tremble.
Xiao Jie was very satisfied with this reaction; it was a sign of extreme excitement in a man. Xiao Jie's hand slowly slipped inside
Li Xuelin 's shirt, gently stroking the handsome man's nipples. While lightly licking and biting his ear, she
whispered, "Xiao Li, I've had my eye on you for a long time. Take me, teacher." Li Xuelin trembled even more
violently. He clenched his fists tightly, his penis erect. In his entire life, only that one night had his penis become erect so
quickly and so hard. Now, he had found that feeling again, a feeling he couldn't find with Xue Mei.
So when Xiao Jie's hand unbuckled his belt and touched his penis, he ejaculated, shooting a full load onto Xiao Jie's
hand. Embarrassed, he didn't dare turn around. Xiao Jie, however, came back to him, licking his semen
while taking off her skirt and saying seductively, "I can't believe you, you naughty student. A mere touch from your teacher and you came
! Can you satisfy your teacher?"

Li Xuelin's eyes were bloodshot. He pounced on her like a wild beast, tearing open Xiao Jie's stockings with one hand. Xiao Jie
obediently spread her legs, forming an M shape. Li Xuelin let out a hoarse cry, ignoring the condom offered, and
thrust inside. Xiao Jie exclaimed dramatically, "Xiao Li, you finally fucked your teacher! It's so big, I
love it !" Hearing this, Li Xuelin's penis seemed to harden even more, and he began to thrust wildly. Although
Xiao Jie wasn't as tight as Xue Mei, the pleasure, the desire that struck his very core, was something Xue Mei
could never give him in his life. Xiao Jie let out a loud, wanton moan. As someone hearing such moans for the first time, filled with
vulgar language, Li Xuelin was immediately surprised, thinking that women really could moan like that during sex. Little did he know it was just a
professional prostitute's performance. Five minutes later, he ejaculated again, as if shooting his soul out of his body
. This time, he lay on the bed. Xiao Jie, smiling seductively, got up and licked his penis between his legs. Seemingly finding
this angle difficult to clean, she turned over, placing her vulva over Li Xuelin's head in a 69 position. At that moment,
she saw Li Xuelin's penis suddenly become erect again, very quickly. Then, she heard the rapid breathing of the
man , the rapid and fierce breathing of someone who had run 3000 meters. She knew
what was happening. She lowered her vagina further, slowly twisting her hips. She smiled; Li Xuelin's reaction confirmed her
guess. This wasn't the first customer with such a fetish, but he was the most handsome man with such a fetish that she had ever served
.

Li Xuelin was torn between two conflicting emotions. He stared at the now-pale vulva, the pungent, erotic smell filling
his nostrils and seeping into his still-suppressed soul. He wanted to embrace it, burying his face in it,
but he also felt that this prostitute was so filthy. He knew his body had betrayed him, but he struggled,
trying to control his soul. Even as the vulva drew closer, its burning heat made his mind
race. Just then, he heard a groan:

"Little Li, come on, taste this. Those clean women will never have this taste."

Song Xuemei's WeChat buzzed. It was from Minister Xie: "Bring
me the file folder and USB drive tomorrow." Seeing the word "USB drive," Song Xuemei blushed instantly. Looking at the USB drive she had removed, she inexplicably
turned on her computer again and copied the document "Sexual Affairs of a Pre-marital Couple" from the USB drive to her phone. After unplugging her phone, she
thought for a moment , realizing she shouldn't do this, and then deleted the document from her phone. As she prepared to shut down the computer again, she
suddenly plugged in her phone, but this time it wasn't just "The Sexual Affairs of a Pre-marital Couple"; she haphazardly pasted several other books onto
her phone . Then she immediately shut down the computer and unplugged the USB drive, as if the computer were a demon. But she didn't know
that tonight, the demon had devoured everyone, including the man she loved most, the tall, handsome
man who had pursued her since freshman year of college.

After sending a WeChat message to Song Xuemei, I looked at my wife, who was fast asleep after a passionate sexual encounter. She
was so beautiful and alluring, with a classic oval face, phoenix eyes with eyebrows like distant mountains, and full, moist red lips
that made me want to kiss her and insert my penis into her. Her breasts, though not large, were tender and white, easily grasped.
She was peerless, her flat stomach without an ounce of fat. As for her alluring crotch, it was a beautiful pink butterfly,
its wings revealing a place any man would want to penetrate. I had stolen glances at her anus more than once;
the fine folds meandered into a deep, dark place, yet I had never explored it. What a beautiful
woman , at 30, she was at the height of her charm, and countless men coveted her.

I am a filthy man. Though to outsiders I appear upright and mature, the secrets in my heart
seem capable of filling 18 levels of hell. For the sake of performance, I served a woman in her fifties, that fat, ugly woman,
who required Viagra to achieve an erection. To win over my wife, I meticulously framed her first love, causing her
heartbreak and leading her into my arms. For lust, while traveling, I made a newly hired intern
cry with pleasure. And none of these wives knew, nor did they know how much I wanted to thrust into her mouth, to treat
her alluring lips as my most cunt. Nor did they know how much I wanted to pry open her anus, to shove it in mercilessly
, to pull it out and shove it directly into her mouth. Nor did they know I wanted to press her mouth against my filthy, foul
anus , to let her nimble tongue swirl inside. They certainly didn't know that sometimes I fantasized that she was someone else's wife, so
I could fuck her to death in front of her husband, acting like a slut. But she was my
beloved wife, and I couldn't and wouldn't treat her like that. When I saw Song Xuemei, her demeanor was exactly
like my wife five years ago when she had just graduated. Therefore, she was destined to become my prey.

Tonight, a couple in pure love were deliberately lured into the devil's gate. All pure
love cannot withstand the temptation of lust.

Three days later, Song Xuemei returned home from work and quickly embraced Li Xuelin, who was waiting for her on the sofa.
They kissed passionately. These past three days had been incredibly difficult for Song Xuemei; she had never missed her husband so much
. This longing made her feel like she was no longer a pure woman, that her hands were impure, because
they had repeatedly penetrated places only Li Xuelin's penis was fit for. Therefore, she decided to use her lips
to properly welcome her pure man.

Li Xuelin kissed his wife, his penis throbbing painfully. It wasn't because he longed for her day and night, but because,
despite his efforts to control himself, thoughts kept surfacing: Ah, my lips, which have licked the rotten cunts
and , are now kissing my pure wife. Will she notice that alluring, pungent scent? Will she
like it too?

Song Xuemei, of course, was unaware that her lips had been defiled. After she nearly suffocated, Li Xuelin carried her to
the bed and hastily unhooked her lace bra. Her pink nipples were already hard. He tasted them
a couple of times; they were still fragrant as before, but something seemed to be missing. He wanted to look down to see
if Xuemei's vagina was as wanton and filthy as a prostitute's, if it also had that same pungent odor. So he lowered his head, and just as
he reached her navel, Xuemei said shyly, "Husband, no, it's dirty there, I don't like it." Li Xuelin sighed inwardly
and kissed Song Xuemei's lips heavily again, wishing he could transfer all the erotic fluid he had swallowed to his
pure wife. Seeing that Song Xuemei was already breathless and her face was as red as a ripe peach, he
thrust his penis inside. Song Xuemei groaned in satisfaction, but then felt that her loud voice was
too lewd, so she shut her mouth. Li Xuelin could no longer restrain himself, thrusting wildly. Watching his wife's vaginal fluid
turn into white foam, he suddenly felt thirsty, a thirst so intense he almost forgot the pleasure of ejaculation. He wanted to drink,
but seeing his wife's closed mouth, looking at him with a satisfied yet hazy expression, he dared not. He dared not let his wife know that he
harbored such a frenzied desire for the most erotic fluids. His wife, after her initial satisfied moans, fell
silent. He recalled that night when the prostitute had frantically pressed her ass against his face,
mocking him: "No wonder you like licking your teacher's cunt and asshole, Li. Because you yourself can't satisfy a lewd
teacher like me. A lewd teacher like me needs a huge, huge penis to go in and out, while you
can only use your mouth to make me happy, lick hard! Li,
I'll let you lick me anytime, day or night, whether it's during class or after class.

" Three days later, thinking about the reimbursement Xuelin had sent, I couldn't help but smile. The prey seemed to have already
eaten my bait, and the satiated prey was now searching for another bait. My wife gave me a reproachful look
and said, "You finally agreed to come to the banquet with you, so why are you smiling so happily?"

I looked at my wife. She had specially chosen a red bodycon dress for today. The dress was very form-fitting
except for her hips, which were a bit small. It hugged her round buttocks too tightly, so tightly that it seemed her snow-white flesh was about to
pierce through the red fabric. Her snow-white thighs were wrapped in stockings, making one want to touch them to see if
the stockings felt better or her flesh felt more supple. I smiled again: "My wife, if I took her out, she would definitely outshine
all the ladies present. What a boost to my reputation! If tonight's banquet wasn't a family dinner that the boss specifically invited
families to attend, I would want to eat you up right now." Many people in the company know I have a beautiful wife,
but at most they've only seen our photos together. A woman's beauty in a photo is like looking at
an empty shell; it's only when that vibrant, alluring body is before you that you truly judge a woman's beauty—her smiles, her every pout, her every joy
and anger, her captivating eyes, her trembling breasts, her swaying hips, her straight, snow-white thighs, and
the ever- fabric-covered vulva—all of this, whether it can arouse a man's penis, becomes
the standard for judging a woman's beauty. My wife is clearly that kind of woman.

So when she entered the boss's villa with me, the other men, with their burning or veiled gazes
, scrutinized every part of her body that could attract men's arousal. Her red dress, as if burned
, its vibrant color further accentuated my wife's whiteness, her allure, her captivating charm. I disliked
those men's gazes because, at that moment, my gaze mirrored theirs. I slightly
stepped in front of my wife, partly to protect her, and partly so she wouldn't see my gaze, which, like these men's,
was filled with amazement and desire.

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