My wife ran away from home (8)

Word count: 31288 The first part of "The Stealing from the Beloved" describes how my wife had sex with Zuer all night, from the big room to the bedroom. Basically, after they were finished and tired, they would fall asleep together. When they woke up, Zuer would be hard again, so he would climb on top of her and continue. Being young and strong, they had sex five times in total by the next morning. When he left, her vagina was soaked with his semen, and she lay listlessly in bed. "Hey, still sleeping!" Suddenly, Winnie came into my wife's room and called her. It turned out Winnie had been out all night and had just returned home. My wife was terrified and immediately covered her naked body with the sheet. Winnie, not expecting her child to have visited, assumed she had caught my wife masturbating in bed again and said with a grin, "Big room, wait for her." My wife, momentarily engrossed in physical desires, had indulged with Zuer all night. Winnie's scare brought her back to her senses, and she immediately felt deeply ashamed. After all, Joey was her friend's son, and this was going too far. If Winnie found out, she'd want to disappear into a hole. But she didn't know that Winnie was the one who had caused her to become so addicted to lust, and this time, getting her own son involved could be considered retribution. As soon as Winnie left, my wife got up immediately, quickly showered, changed her clothes, and ran away, not daring to face Winnie. She wandered aimlessly through the streets, not knowing where to go. When she got tired and hungry, she went into a bar and sat in a quiet corner, ordering snacks and beer. My wife ate and drank alone, reflecting on everything that had happened since she left home. She felt she had changed a lot, the most obvious being that if it were the old her, she wouldn't dare to go to a bar full of all sorts of people alone. "When you're out having fun, the most important thing is to enjoy yourself! A woman is more attractive when she's a little sassy!" Winnie's words suddenly echoed in my wife's ears. But her past, her haphazard offerings to foreigners, bald men, and even Winnie's son, were shameful acts. "Am I reaching my prime?" A wave of shame washed over my wife. The events of the past two weeks hadn't filled the emptiness in her heart; instead, they'd stirred up waves of despondency. "At home, I have a loving husband, but outside I'm like a public toilet!" My wife kept drinking heavily, tears streaming uncontrollably down her cheeks. "Why don't we go home?" A voice suddenly echoed in her mind. "Yes, I'm not a virgin. What I've done won't break me. It's just that if I deny it, my husband will never know." My wife understood that men are naturally jealous. If she didn't hide her past lewd behavior, the marriage might be beyond saving. To make a long story short, my wife pretended to have calmed down and moved back to my house from Winnie's. She even behaved more discreetly than before; her previously societal butterfly nature had transformed into that of a virtuous woman kept hidden away. The story should have ended there, but later I found some clues on my wife's computer that made me suspect she had been sexually assaulted while she was away. I asked Fatty Ming to help me unravel this mystery, which ultimately led to more trouble. First, Fatty Ming effortlessly slept with Winnie, this divorced woman, and discovered my wife's scandalous affairs with the foreigner and the bald man (Winnie didn't even know about Joey's affair; I found out later through other means, which I'll tell you in another chapter). After discovering the truth, Fatty Ming, with his ulterior motives, changed his gaze towards my wife from the most basic respect one might show a friend's wife to a lustful, fantasizing look, though I was oblivious. Every time Fatty Ming came to the bar to report what he had found out, it made me incredibly excited and restless. When
two men drink too much, they talk about everything, and my wife became the subject of our lewd conversations. I also unknowingly told him quite a few of my wife's private affairs with my husband. Fatty Ming, that lecherous bastard, was extremely lustful and wanted to sleep with any woman, so my wife quickly became his target. Finally, one day I had to go on a business trip and catch a 6 a.m. flight. I didn't want my wife to drive me to the airport so early, so I planned to call a taxi myself. Unexpectedly, Fatty Ming volunteered to take me. That morning, he came and drove my car to the airport. Before boarding, I jokingly asked him to keep an eye on my wife, and he happily agreed. Fatty Ming drove my car back to my house. After parking, he noticed the door key and car key were linked, so he took the opportunity to run into my house, hoping to try his luck. He opened the door and found the house empty. He tiptoed to the bedroom and saw the door ajar, from which came a series of seductive moans. "What's going on? Did your husband cheat on you as soon as he left?" Fatty Ming thought about witnessing my wife being intimate with another man, and his little brother immediately became uncontrollably excited. Fatty Ming quietly pushed the ajar door open a crack and saw that my wife was alone on the bed. Perhaps it was fate that he caught her masturbating. It turned out that I had woken my wife up when I got up. That day happened to be her period, and she felt hot all over and couldn't fall back asleep, so she started doing it herself after I left. "Sister-in-law, I'll bring the key back for you." Fatty Ming, his erection already throbbing, immediately hatched a plan. He pushed open the door the moment my wife reached her climax. My wife, caught in the throes of ecstasy, couldn't abruptly stop, biting her lip to stifle a moan, staring wide-eyed at Fatty Ming with obvious embarrassment. Fatty Ming saw my wife's hands clasped between her legs, her nightgown barely concealing the curves of her beautiful body, her nipples erect from the intense sex, her body trembling and quivering in the throes of orgasm—the fiery sight drove him wild! "I heard from Winnie that you like masturbating, and I thought she was just teasing me. Turns out, Sister-in-law is really that horny," Fatty Ming said, swallowing hard. My wife had been worried about Fatty Ming and Winnie together, and his words hit her where it hurt! "Don't talk nonsense, Winne, don't talk nonsense!" My wife, disregarding her disheveled appearance, immediately got up and grabbed Fatty Ming, who was standing by the bed. "When a wife cheats, the husband is often the last to know?" Fatty Ming said, his hand already grabbing my wife's breast. "No! You're my husband's friend, don't do this!" My wife grabbed his hand and said. "Only your husband's friends like Alan, Chris, and Baldy can do this?"
Fatty Ming said. "Oh no! He even knows who I've slept with, I'm doomed this time?" My wife thought, and immediately loosened her grip on Fatty Ming's hand. "Come on, I'll make you feel good, if you know what's good for you, your husband will never know. There's a real penis here, why use your hand?" Seeing that my wife had let go, Fatty Ming knew he had found her weakness, so he pulled her hand between his legs, letting her feel his hot, throbbing penis. "We can't... How about I give you a handjob? But you have to promise not to tell my husband."
My wife knew she couldn't escape this predicament, so she tried to make him ejaculate with her hand, hoping he would let her go after he was done. "Take it out and do it properly!" Fatty Ming answered noncommittally. My wife glanced at him, then helplessly reached out to unzip his pants and directly grasped his penis, stroking it. Fatty Ming reached his hand to my wife's breasts. She wanted to push his hand away, but he said, "Not exciting enough, you won't feel good. Let me play with it!" My wife could only turn her head away and let him have his way. Fatty Ming, a seasoned womanizer, was naturally adept at teasing women. He touched my wife's thin nightgown for a while, then pinched and rubbed her left nipple with his left index finger and thumb, while his right hand circled around her breast, deliberately avoiding the hard nipple. Soon, her breasts felt swollen and numb. Under Fatty Ming's constant kneading, pinching, and rubbing, my wife felt itchy and weak all over, with an indescribable restlessness in her chest. She leaned closer to him, and the hand that was playing with his penis stopped. Fatty Ming secretly glanced at my wife; her beautiful face was flushed, and her heavy breathing was mixed with suppressed moans. He thought to himself, "My wife is indeed sensitive." Actually, ever since my wife was led astray by Winnie, she has experienced the pleasure of group sex with foreigners and the use of sex toys. Her usual sex life with her husband is no longer enough to satisfy her. She wants sex but doesn't want to cheat on her husband anymore, so she often masturbates. Now, with Fatty Ming teasing her like this, her long-suppressed desires have been released again. My wife let Fatty Ming push her onto the bed, reaching under her nightgown and touching her vulva through her already wet panties. "Sister-in-law, your juices are flowing out, is it itchy inside? Do you want me to stop it?"
Fatty Ming said with a wicked smile. "You're so naughty... making me like this... and you're still making fun of me..." my wife said with a slightly coquettish tone. Fatty Ming used both hands to pull off my wife's wet panties, then slowly stroked up her snow-white thighs until he reached the end of her vulva, which was dripping with juices. He gently inserted his wet fingers into my wife's overflowing vulva. "It's so itchy...you...please...scratch it for me...that's right...ah...ah...ah!"
My wife had just masturbated to orgasm, and her body was especially sensitive in the afterglow of the climax. She was already fully prepared without much foreplay. As soon as Fatty Ming's finger went in, she moaned. "So good... ah... ah... ah... deeper... right?? That's it... so good... ah... ah?? Coming?? Coming?? Coming?? Ah... ya!" My wife raised her buttocks, allowing Fatty Ming's finger to penetrate deeper. In the throes of pleasure, she squeezed her legs together tightly until the sensation subsided before relaxing back on the bed. Before my wife could catch her breath, Fatty Ming spread her legs and pressed his mouth against hers, tasting and sucking the nectar flowing from her vulva. He then swirled his tongue inside her. "Ah...you're so bad...ah...you're killing me?? Ah..." The pleasure drove my wife crazy, pressing Fatty Ming's head towards her genitals while tightly clamping her legs around him. A large amount of vaginal fluid sprayed from her vagina onto his face. Unexpectedly, this stimulation caused my wife to squirt. "Oh! So good...ah...ah...so...so good!" My wife had only squirted once before when she left home, but Fatty Ming had already made her squirt before even penetrating her! Fatty Ming, with a mouthful of fluid on his face, immediately got up, took off his clothes, spread my wife's legs apart, and thrust his fat, hard penis into her wet, erotic vagina. "Wow! It's coming again?? It's coming again?? It's coming??" If a vagina is unbearably sensitive after an orgasm, then a vagina after a squirt is ten times more sensitive. My wife let Fatty Ming's fat cock into her wet vagina, and she immediately wanted to have sex again. "Sister-in-law, is it very comfortable now?" Fatty Ming thrust in and out desperately. My wife closed her eyes and didn't answer, so Fatty Ming deliberately pulled his penis out and just rubbed it at the entrance. My wife was about to have sex when she suddenly felt a void in her vagina and couldn't help but cry out. "My vagina is so uncomfortable?? Good brother?? My good brother Fatty Ming?? Give it to me?? Hurry?? Come in??" My wife pressed Fatty Ming's buttocks down with her hands and lifted her buttocks to meet him at the same time. "Ah! Coming?? Coming?? Coming?? Coming!" My wife's vagina was wrapped around his penis, and she had an orgasm after only a few thrusts. "No?? Good brother?? No more?? Enough?? Enough??" My wife initially swayed her hips in rhythm with Fatty Ming's movements, but after one orgasm after another, her vagina became numb, and she tried to get rid of his thrusting, but Fatty Ming, who was several times her weight, pressed her down, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't move. "Brother?? Let your sister go?? No? Really, no more??" The more my wife screamed, the more excited Fatty Ming became. He hung her legs on his shoulders and thrust. After a while, she wanted more, so she pushed her hips up to match. Each time she orgasmed, she clung tightly to Fatty Ming. Finally, my wife's eyes rolled back in pleasure, and she wrapped her legs tightly around his fat waist, clamping his penis between them. Only then did Fatty Ming ejaculate his thick semen into her uterus. "Sister-in-law, stop masturbating. Let me feed your cunt!" Fatty Ming's big cock slowly slid out of my wife's vagina, and the semen that had been ejaculated inside flowed out. "Good brother?? You fucked me to death?? I haven't felt this good in a long time!" My wife was naturally very satisfied. She lay softly on the bed, letting Fatty Ming play with her snow-white and soft breasts. She knew that she had fallen into the abyss of lust again.
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