Such a wife, such a husband

I was about to speak when she covered my mouth and said, "Don't say anything, I won't blame you. Isn't Sister Wang amazing
?" I said, "Yes, much more amazing than you." She paused for a moment, then laughed and said, "Tonight I'll
show you how amazing I am."

"Aren't you going to work today?" I asked. She punched me hard and said, "You deadbeat husband, are you trying to
work me to death? Work me to death so you can be with Sister Wang, huh? Let me tell you, you
can , just don't get any real feelings, or I'll kill you!" Then she pinched my nose hard and
ran away playfully. I looked at this woman who was both familiar and unfamiliar and smiled helplessly.

It wasn't even dark yet when she was eager to pull me into bed, saying she had a surprise for me. I took a shower, put on my pajamas, sat on
the bed, and randomly flipped through the newspaper, wondering what she was up to. I heard the sound of high heels on the wooden floor outside the door
. I knew she was coming. The "clack-clack" sound made me excited little by little.

The door opened, and she slowly entered, swaying gently as she walked towards me. Her crystal-clear, platform
stilettos were at least 20 centimeters high, revealing her smooth, long, bare legs. Her skirt was so short it looked like a wide ribbon hanging from
her waist , exposing her entire buttocks. She swayed slowly. She wore nothing on top; her breasts weren't full,
but they were powdered, red like two ripe peaches. Around her neck was a glittering metal ring, a
long, thin chain hanging from one end.

She walked over, knelt before the bed, and then raised her hands, holding one end of the chain in front of my eyes,
smiling at me and saying, "Do you like it?" I quickly got out of bed, picked her up like a delicate piece
of porcelain , gently placed her on the bed, and slowly kissed her…

After that, my wife resumed her nocturnal lifestyle. Seeing her happy and busy every day,
I simply let her be. During this time, I occasionally met up with Sister Wang. Time truly is a great healer; it can
resolve everything and dilute everything.

I don't know when it started, but I began to think everything was normal. We started talking about everything. Every time
we made love, my wife would talk about her relationships with clients. Sometimes I was excited,
sometimes my heart pounded. All I could do was remind her to protect herself and not hurt herself. She
would nonchalantly say, "The members there are all respectable people, they won't have any diseases, and I won't be in
any danger. Don't worry!"

One day, my wife came home and said she wasn't going to work this week. I was overjoyed and said, "Honey, are you
planning reform yourself?" She glared at me fiercely: "Reform yourself, my foot! I'm going to get plastic surgery." I said,
"What for? You're already so beautiful, what else do you need?" She smiled mysteriously and said, "
You'll find out when the time comes. I'm out of town, it's already arranged. I'll be back in three days. You stay home and wait for me . If you
get lonely, go see Sister Wang."

I hurriedly asked, "Won't there be any risks?"

"No, don't worry!" my wife said.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and my wife returned on time, carrying bags and packages, still dressed in her usual
sexy attire. I immediately noticed her enormous breasts beneath her tight-fitting clothes. She looked at me smugly and said, "
Does it look good?" Then she took off her tight-fitting clothes, revealing her two large, firm breasts, each with a
shiny metal ring on its nipple and a thin metal chain around its navel.

"And there's more!" she said, taking off her short skirt and lifting one leg onto the coffee table. I could clearly see that she
also had a pair of rings on her labia. She then stuck out her long, thin tongue, on which was a small, round ball.

I said, "Why are you doing this?" She seemed to have been doused with cold water, muttering something under her breath, and turned away with a
swaying gait . Even from behind, I could still vaguely see her enormous breasts. I stared blankly at
the woman in front of me, wondering what would happen next.

(IV)

Time continued to pass day by day, and my wife remained tirelessly busy and excited, while I persisted
in studying and working. Although I was exhausted and fed up, I persevered. My English improved significantly, and I became much
stronger .

My wife, on the other hand, felt sorry for me and repeatedly urged me to quit. I said, "I'm doing great; haven't you noticed
how much stronger I've become?" Little did she know, that was a man's last psychological limit.

Returning home exhausted from work in the afternoon, I sat at home watching my wife busily getting ready for work.
She would occasionally playfully tease me, then pull out a pair of sexy lingerie and hold it up against herself
, saying, "Should I wear this to entertain clients? Honey, come on! Give me some advice."

I was getting annoyed and said, "You should wear nothing at all, completely naked to serve men." Her
smile froze, and she lowered her head without saying another word. After a long while, she really didn't wear anything, only taking a
long trench coat from the closet, slowly putting it on, slipping on a pair of high heels, and leaving without looking back.

I started to regret it. I didn't sleep well all night, hoping my wife would come home so I could explain. At dawn, she
came back. I quickly got up and stood at the door. She came in, saw me, and was cold, saying nothing. Like a child
who had made a mistake followed behind her. She glanced back at me and couldn't help but chuckle. I
laughed too.

After she finished showering, she climbed into bed and said, "I'm so tired today! My new shoes don't fit, my feet hurt so much." I
quickly picked up her feet and vigorously massaged them for her. Suddenly, she looked at me with a mischievous smile and said, "
It feels better to use my mouth." I said no, and she forcefully pulled her foot back, looking angry.

I still ignored her, and she immediately laughed again, pleading, "Honey, try it!" I
couldn't resist her persistence, so I stuck out my tongue and gently licked her feet. After a while, she said, "Use a little more force.

Have you ever eaten an ice pop? It's like eating an ice pop." I imagined eating an ice pop and sucked hard. She pretended to
be , moaning, "Ah... ah..." I angrily pushed her foot away, but she laughed and then
asked me seriously, "Honey, how does it feel? Are you excited?"

I said with a straight face, "Did you wash your feet? They smell so bad!" She actually lifted her foot and
smelled it, and I laughed too. She realized she had been tricked, kicked me, and said, "
Go to hell !" Then we both laughed.

She suddenly remembered something, then crawled over to me, looking at me with tender affection. I knew that, except
during sex, she always wanted something from me when she did this. I immediately asked, "What do you want now? I'm not licking your
stinky feet anymore."

She made a face and said, "Honey, don't you want to see me having sex with other people?" I said, "I
've seen it, she's incredibly slutty." She quickly said, "Hehe, I don't mean watching the video, I mean going to see it live." I
replied, "No, I'm afraid I can't handle it. Besides, I know you're slutty enough, but even if you're willing, would your clients be
?"

She quickly said, "Do you remember the last time I accompanied someone to another city for a week, and I was someone's wife?" The client was
a wealthy Hong Kong businessman. Years ago, his wife had an affair and ran off with someone else. Now he's a bit of a pervert, enjoying sleeping with
other men's wives. He said if I cooperated, it would feel more real and exciting.

I hesitated and didn't agree. Seeing a glimmer of hope, she continued to urge me: "You really don't want to see
it ? Besides, I've already promised him, you can't expect me to go back on my word, can you?"

I glared at her angrily and said, "You already promised, why are you asking me?" She excitedly hugged and
kissed : "I knew my husband was the best! It's settled then, the day after tomorrow night, we'll go to his house together." Looking at
her excited expression, I really didn't know what to say.

Soon the day after tomorrow arrived. Watching my wife getting ready, and thinking about going that night, I felt nervous.
My wife comforted me, "Don't be nervous, you don't need to do anything, just watch my performance."

Before leaving, she changed into a business suit. I asked, puzzled, "Huh? Why the change in style today
?" She chuckled, "I'm a wife now!" I thought to myself, "Pshaw! Then
why ? It makes me feel so ashamed."

At 7 pm, we arrived at the man's house on time—a magnificent villa. A
Filipino maid . She led us to the living room, poured tea, and said
the master would be there shortly. He arrived soon after—a gaunt, middle-aged man with graying hair, looking almost fifty
. I thought, "Is that all? My wife is so uncouth!" Then I realized, "Well, he's rich!"

My wife greeted him with a smile, putting her arm around his neck, and he put his arm around her waist. They greeted each other intimately
, like a long-separated couple. I stood there, feeling a pang of bitterness.

My wife, quick to react, immediately introduced me to him. He gave me a haughty look, nodded in
greeting , and then said to my wife, "Honey, are you hungry? Come on, let's go eat!" He then pulled my wife's hand
and led her to the dining room. I stood there, unsure what to do. My wife glanced back at me,
a hint of .

Just then, the maid came over and said, "Sir, please come with me." I was led to a corner of the dining room and
seated at a small square table. On the table were exquisite plates containing fine steaks and some salad. I had no appetite
whatsoever ; I just watched from afar while my wife chatted and laughed as she ate dinner with him.

After dinner, the maid led me to the man's bedroom—the largest and most luxurious
bedroom There was even a stage in the center, like a pole dancing platform. The man, wearing pajamas, leaned against the headboard. The
maid led me to stand beside the bed, and then she left. The man didn't even look at me; it was as if I didn't exist.

A moment later, my wife came in, dressed in a sexy and alluring way. She glanced at me,
then slowly walked to the bedside. Looking at her expression and eyes, I felt a jolt; such a lewd and
seductive expression—at that moment, probably no one could resist. Unfortunately, she walked towards another man.

That man's expression was utterly repulsive; he chuckled and stuck out his tongue, looking like a
toad . My wife, however, continued to gaze at him tenderly, not even taking off her high heels, and climbed onto the bed with a smile, softly
saying, "Honey, I'm home." The man smiled and said, "It's good you're back. I have a gift for you.
Take off your underwear first."

My wife climbed off the bed and slowly took off her clothes one by one, then stood there with her legs spread apart. The man took out
a brocade box and approached his wife. He opened it and took out a pair of exquisite, long, thin earrings, asking, "
Do you like them?" His wife took them and looked at them, saying happily, "They're so pretty! Are they for me?"

"Of course. Put them on!" he said. Just as his wife was about to put them on, the man lewdly pointed to her
breast and said, "Wrong, it's here." His wife paused for a moment, then immediately smiled again and obediently hung the earrings
on the metal rings around her nipples.

The man then took out a necklace and said, "Do you like this?" His wife nodded. "Okay, I'll put
it on ." He bent down and hung the necklace on the two metal rings around his wife's labia. Then he circled his wife
, admiring her like a work of art he had created, saying, "So beautiful!"

He turned on the music and said to his wife, "Let's dance." His wife slowly climbed onto the stage, all the spotlights
focused on the center. She began to dance to the music, her earrings and the chain between her legs
shimmering under the lights. I cursed inwardly, "That bastard, he really knows how to play with women."

When the music ended, his wife was covered in sweat. He made her lie on the stage, then knelt down and began to slowly
smell and lick her body. His wife began to slowly sway and moan softly. After a while, he
took off his clothes, returned to the bed, and sat down. His wife crawled over to him, burying her head between his legs, desperately
sucking his penis, making a "sizzling" sound.

Suddenly, he stood up, grabbed his wife, and threw her onto the bed. He then pounced on her like a mad beast,
pinning and inserting his penis into her vagina. Both of them writhed wildly. The man turned around and saw my pained
expression. He howled and began thrusting even more frantically. My wife had stopped writhing, her body
trembling with excitement, and their moans blended together.

At the final moment of ejaculation, he pulled his penis out and shoved it into my wife's mouth. After he finished, my wife knelt up,
raised her head, swallowed the semen completely, then opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue for his inspection. He looked at it and said,
"Very good. Go wash up and sleep with me." My wife and I exchanged a glance, she made a face, as if
asking, "Did you like it?" Then she happily ran out. The man turned to me and said, "You can
leave now. I'll have the driver take your wife home tomorrow."

I got home and couldn't sleep. I dialed Sister Wang's number. She asked, "I'm at work.
What do you want?" I said, "I want to drink. Come keep me company!" She was silent for a moment, then said, "Okay!"

(V)

Soon after, Sister Wang arrived. She took off her coat after entering, leaving only a short skirt and a small, tight-fitting top.

I knew she had come directly from her workplace.

She glanced at me and smiled, saying, "What's wrong? Why are you asking me to drink so late?" I sighed and
handed her a can of beer, saying, "Do you know what I did today?" She took a sip of her beer and said, "Yes! What's wrong?

Can't take it anymore?" I replied, "I feel increasingly numb." I then asked,
"Can you tell me what it feels like when your heart dies?"

Sister Wang took out a cigarette from her handbag, lit it, and then slowly said, "When your heart dies, you feel nothing. Don't
worry about it. I believe you still love her."

"Give me a cigarette," I said. Sister Wang took out a cigarette, lit it, and handed it to me. I took a deep drag and said,
"I feel like this cigarette; all my passion and love will burn away. The physical and visual stimulation
has completely overwhelmed my heart. My heart is numb; death is inevitable. Being with her
no longer brings that mutual affection, that feeling of two hearts merging." Tears slowly welled up in my eyes.

Sister Wang didn't speak again, just silently watched me. She came over and hugged my head, tears also flowing from her eyes
. I could feel her heart racing. A tear fell on my face. Tears mingled, hearts
collided . I looked up at her, our eyes met, the windows of our souls opened. She closed her eyes and gently
cupped my face… a kiss, just a simple kiss, enough to freeze time, to make all flowers wither.

Sparks flew after our hearts collided, igniting our flames. At that moment, I understood; I couldn't live
without this woman. I gently picked her up. She wrapped her arms around my neck, looking at me, her eyes moist like a pool
of clear water—so bright, so beautiful!

I carried her into the bedroom. The lights weren't on, nor did they need to. I gently placed her on the bed and peeled off her underwear
piece by Our naked bodies were joined together. No words were needed, no teasing required;
everything was perfectly intertwined.

In the final moments of our lovemaking, I clearly heard three words: "I love you!"
We held each other tightly, until we finally drifted off to sleep…

Eventually, my wife came back and separated us. She looked at us with a grin. Sister Wang got up,
picked up her clothes from the floor, and said, "I'll go back now," before quickly running out of the bedroom.

After Sister Wang left, my wife crawled to my side, smiling at me, and asked, "Sister Wang is amazing, isn't she?" I said
yes. She then asked, "So, who's better between us?" I answered, "Both are." My wife muttered,
"I thought you were going to say I'm better than her!" Then she turned away and said, "I'm going to sleep a little longer."

I lay there quietly, my thoughts racing, thinking of Sister Wang, thinking of those three words, "I love you." I
looked at my wife beside me. She was asleep, sleeping so sweetly and peacefully, with such a beautiful face.
Was this the same lewd woman from yesterday? I was confused…

I inserted my penis into my vagina, and another black man immediately came over, pulled out the dildo, and inserted his own penis into
my wife 's anus. The man in front continued to insert his penis into my wife's mouth, while the remaining two were playing with
my wife's breasts.

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