Having a romantic encounter while clubbing with his wife

The restaurant was quite a distance from the city center, and since it was a holiday, there was some traffic. After several tedious 90-second waits at red lights, I winked at my wife, signaling to start the game, but she refused.

After exchanging glances at an intersection, I saw my wife pretend to shift her position, but actually slowly pull down her underwear and put it in her handbag, then look at me. Seeing the expectant and appreciative look in my eyes, my wife became bolder. Soon, she proactively spread her legs wide (she was sitting behind the driver), lifted her tennis skirt to reveal her mysterious triangle and vulva, then pressed her mobile phone (PHS) against her genitals, begging me to call her, using the phone's vibration mode instead of caressing her.

The whole way, my wife's phone kept vibrating incessantly, and the driver must have been wondering why we weren't answering our phones. After getting off the bus and disappearing into the alley, I discovered that the DVD store was closed due to a crackdown on piracy. Reluctantly, I returned to the roadside to wait for a ride home. My sharp-eyed wife suddenly asked, "Why are there so many hot girls going in and out of that building across the street?" I replied expressionlessly, "It's a disco (what mainlanders commonly call a 'bungee'). A mature woman like you shouldn't go there; it'll damage your confidence." My wife didn't believe me and insisted on going in to see, even saying she'd pretend not to know me and see if anyone would approach her. Unable

to argue with her, I reluctantly agreed to go with her. When we first went in, there weren't many people; only a few were bouncing around on the bouncy floor (it really was like that, hence the name "bungee"). Therefore, I deliberately kept a distance from my wife and sat separately. Ironically, some people actually approached my wife, and soon she joined them on the dance floor. However, she seemed quite reserved; apparently, she was wearing a short skirt and hadn't had time to put her underwear back on after taking it off in the car, making her movements awkward. But as time went on, she sometimes forgot. From a distance, I could vaguely see my wife's round, white buttocks being exposed, but it seemed few people noticed, since Ah Lu was dressed much more revealingly. Soon after, those guys invited my wife to their private room to rest and have some drinks.

The club's private room wasn't enclosed; it was an open, U-shaped design, with the side without walls facing the dance floor. A curtain hung over the door as cover, also supposedly for crime prevention (was that even effective?). I quickly moved to a spot about 30 degrees parallel to their room, at an angle close enough to be able to see through the curtain. At first, they chatted with my wife politely and offered her drinks. She gradually lowered her guard because of their hospitality, and after finishing her own juice, she drank the cola they offered (her favorite). Soon, her face turned bright red, and the group seemed to start behaving inappropriately. They would play with her hair (she has long, straight, jet-black hair), pretend to scratch an itch to sneak a touch on her waist, and one guy sitting opposite her was desperately trying to peek under her skirt. Actually, she was sitting on a low sofa, and her tennis shorts were almost halfway down her thighs. Her fair, pink thighs were undeniably alluring, and because she kept shifting her position to avoid the two guys sitting next to her, her legs were constantly parted, giving the voyeur an opportunity. Before long, he seemed to realize she wasn't wearing underwear and secretly told the others (this is what my wife told me later).

Not long after, a man and two women (the women were also recruited) entered the private room. The two female workers seemed to be on ecstasy, appearing very high, their movements and laughter were loud, indicating the drugs were working well. Naturally, the men in the room began to grope them. Towards the end, one of the women climbed onto the table and started dancing. Soon after, the other climbed up as well, and they began to shake their heads wildly, twisting their waists and swaying their hips, caressing each other's bodies, and even using each other as poles, rubbing their thighs together.

Suddenly, one of the women jumped off the table and asked her wife to join in. The wife refused, vehemently objecting, as she wasn't wearing underwear and dared not climb up. Unable to persuade her, they went back up and continued dancing. The wife finally breathed a sigh of relief, but still sat below, watching the free pole dance with great interest. After about ten minutes, the headbanging music ended with Sammi Cheng's radiant performance as the grand finale, and slower songs were played as an intermission for everyone to rest.

Suddenly, the curtain in the private room was lifted. It turned out that two of the men had led the two girls out of the room towards the fire escape next to the toilet, undoubtedly to hide in a dark corner of the stairs for sex.

Now only my wife and two younger men remained in the room, but they continued to urge her to climb onto the table and dance. My wife resisted fiercely, but eventually gave in and said she would dance a slow dance with them to try and get away with it. However, the slow dance proved to be more exciting. At first, my wife danced a slow dance with one of the men, who deliberately made her wrap her arms around his neck while he wrapped his arms around her waist and danced slowly. As they danced, my wife got tired and moved closer to him. At this point, her nipples were rubbing against his chest, and his crotch was already swollen, a hard bulge pressed against my wife's full mons pubis.

As they rubbed and rubbed, the wife felt a soft, tingling sensation in her lower body, and the tight grip of a strange man's penis on her body amplified the strange pleasure. She didn't mind his hands rubbing and groping her buttocks. The man even gently lifted her skirt, deliberately exposing her buttocks to the other man (I'm sure they could see her entire buttocks cleft). Of course, they both knew she wasn't wearing underwear. The wife tried to stop him, but her hands were stuck on his neck, and when she tried to lower them, his hands held her in place. After several unsuccessful attempts, she gave up. The man then became even more brazen, lifting her skirt completely. The other man went even further, squatting down to look, his face almost touching her buttocks.

Not long after, the man squatting on the ground made a new move. He stood up and pressed himself against his wife from behind, starting a threesome. The difference was that his hands were placed below his wife's breasts, and his lower body was completely pressed against her buttocks, directly against her without any gaps in her skirt (which had been flipped up to her waist). Meanwhile, the man in front lifted up the front of his wife's skirt and pressed his hot crotch against her as well.

From a distance, it looked as if his wife's skirt had been completely flipped up to her waist, exposing her naked lower body. Both her vital areas were being pressed tightly against by the men's genitals, making it appear as if she were being gang-raped by two men, playing a threesome.

The man in front spread his wife's white buttocks wide open with both hands, allowing the man behind to press his penis even closer to her anus. Meanwhile, the man behind had lifted up his wife's top and reached around to fondle and fondle her round, white breasts. In the end, the two men and one woman were having sex in the small private room, their pants still on. My wife, because of her height, was practically standing on her tiptoes, sandwiched between the two men, who rhythmically thrust in and out of her. She couldn't help but open her cherry-like mouth and let out moans of pleasure. Hearing this seductive sound, the two men thrust even harder… Suddenly, everything froze. Both men ejaculated simultaneously, leaving my wife, still wanting more, automatically swaying her hips back and forth to meet their movements. My wife quickly realized her lapse in decorum, grabbed her purse, pulled down her blouse, and rushed out, leaving the man sprawled on the sofa. As she passed me, a strange smile played on her lips.

[The End]

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