The Story of a Wife and a Beggar (01-03)

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(I) My wife is a clerk at a foreign company. Our home isn't far from the office, so she usually walks to work. However, she passes under a bridge where beggars often linger, sleeping on blankets they've found. Sometimes, feeling sorry for them, my wife gives them bread she brings from home. Now that it's Chinese New Year, many of the beggars have disappeared, probably going to beg in more crowded places. Only one old beggar remains, so my wife sometimes brings him some food after get off work. Yesterday, when my wife came home, she looked flustered and her face was flushed. I asked her what was wrong, but she wouldn't say. However, during sex that night, she seemed very engrossed, and the sheets were soaked. Later, I asked her what was wrong, and she said she saw the old beggar masturbating with the stockings she had thrown away a couple of days ago. She noticed his penis was very large, and she was scared, so she ran back home. I asked her why she felt so aroused that day, and she said it was very exciting, the first time she'd seen something so big. The next day, my wife wore knee-high boots with stiletto heels, a fitted blazer, a white lace blouse, a black bra underneath, and a pleated mini-skirt 15 centimeters above the knee with thin thermal stockings underneath. She grabbed her trench coat and was about to leave when I saw her and asked, "Why are you dressed so sexily today? It's so cold." My wife replied, "I have to meet a very important client today. I have to work hard for my year-end bonus." My wife went out and hesitated for a moment before going under the bridge. She walked quickly past with her head down, secretly glancing at the old beggar. Seeing he was still sleeping, she breathed a sigh of relief and went to work. That evening, after get off work, my wife saw a vendor selling jianbing (Chinese crepes) by the roadside and bought one. She went under the bridge and saw the old beggar doing something behind her back. When she slowly approached, she saw a phone and saw him looking at photos—photos he had secretly taken of her. My wife cleared her throat, and the old beggar quickly hid the phone and turned around. The wife squatted down and gave the old beggar a jianbing (Chinese crepe). The old beggar hurriedly thanked her and wolfed it down. The wife said, "Eat slowly. No one's going to take it from you. I haven't even eaten yet, so I'm giving it all to you." The old beggar heard this and handed the jianbing back to his wife. The wife smiled, opened her small mouth painted with bright red lipstick, and actually took a bite of the jianbing that the old beggar had bitten into. The lipstick stuck to the jianbing, and the old beggar took a bite with the lipstick stain. The wife ate it slowly, and the old beggar took another bite. Seeing that his wife had swallowed it, the old beggar put it to his wife's mouth again. The wife took another small bite, and so the two of them shared the jianbing. The old beggar was still not satisfied. The wife looked at him and said, "It's so pitiful. So old and wandering around alone." The old beggar lowered his head and remained silent. After a while, the wife said to the old beggar, "I have to go back. I'll come see you again tomorrow." Perhaps because she had been squatting for a long time, her legs went numb, and she was wearing high heels. She lost her balance and fell towards the old beggar, her chest pressing against him. The wife quickly stood up, her face flushed, and felt the hardness. She quickly ran home. The next day was a rainy day off. In the afternoon, the company called, asking my wife to attend a dinner party that evening. She had to go out again. Wearing open-toe, low-cut, sheer stockings and a low-cut, bodycon dress, she grabbed a trench coat and left. When she arrived at the bridge, she saw an old beggar huddled under a blanket, shivering. She went over to check on him and noticed he was trembling badly. She touched his forehead and, finding he didn't have a fever, asked how he was. The old beggar hurriedly shook his head, saying he was fine. My wife, remembering something, blushed. The old beggar looked at my wife's outfit, then his eyes lit up at her shoes. "Young lady," he said, "look at your feet, so sexy!" My wife proudly replied, "Of course! I take care of my feet every day." The old beggar reached out and touched my wife's shoes, clicking his tongue in amazement. "Young lady," he said, "your shoes show your toes, so sexy! Can I touch them?" Seeing the old beggar's pitiful state, my wife agreed. The old beggar quickly had my wife sit on a stool and held her beautiful feet, touching them again and again. The old beggar pitifully said to the wife, "Sister, I'm really pent up right now, can you help me?" The wife replied, "How can I? I have a husband." The old beggar pleaded, "Could I borrow your shoes?" The wife hesitated for a moment before agreeing. The old beggar was overjoyed, took off his pants, and stuffed his penis into the shoes, rubbing it in. He said to his wife, "Sister, later I'll use my semen to moisturize your feet, I guarantee they'll become softer and softer." The wife said, "Really?" The old beggar said, "Of course, I'll use all my essence to nourish you, they'll definitely become more and more beautiful." The old beggar became more and more excited as he spoke, and suddenly ejaculated. The wife dared not look but wanted to, secretly glancing at how much he had ejaculated. The old beggar picked up two pairs of shoes, divided the semen in one shoe and spread it evenly inside the other, then put the shoes on his wife. The wife felt the shoes covered in semen were slippery. She gave the old beggar a reproachful look and said, "How am I supposed to walk like this? I can't even walk steadily!" The wife looked at her watch and realized it was so late and she still had to attend a banquet. She got up and told the old beggar she was going to a banquet. The old beggar actually asked her to bring back some good food. The wife agreed, saying she would definitely get some. The wife went to the banquet wearing high heels covered in semen. (II) After the banquet, the wife drank a bit too much. On the way home in a taxi, she suddenly remembered that she wanted to bring food for the old beggar. She quickly asked the driver to stop. When she got out of the car and went to the barbecue stall, the fat-headed owner looked at her and hurriedly called out, "Beautiful lady, what would you like to eat?" The wife looked at her and said, "Two grilled sausages, grilled kidneys, and chives, that's all I need. Oh, what's this?" The owner grinned and said, "This is a sheep's penis. How about a girl?" The wife blushed, whether from the alcohol or shyness, and nodded. After a while, the wife bought a bottle of water, got the barbecue, and went to the bridge. The old beggar heard her voice: "Big sister, you're finally back. I've been waiting for you for so long." The wife quickly apologized, saying she was a little late, and that was for him. The old beggar took the bag, picked up the sausage, and began to wolf it down. His wife saw this and said, "Eat slowly, I'm not going to take it from you. I didn't eat much tonight, just drank." The old beggar picked up the sausage and handed it to his wife, who said, "There's too much chili, I can't eat it." The old beggar grinned mischievously and licked all the chili off the sausage, leaving it covered in his saliva. He then handed it to his wife, who blushed and took it. Seeing that there were no more chilies and the saliva on it, she felt a surge of desire and began to eat. After eating the sausage, the old beggar saw a lamb's penis and asked, "What's this?" His wife whispered, "It's lamb's penis, to help you recover." The old beggar chuckled and swallowed the lamb's penis in two bites. After they finished eating, the wife took a sip of water and handed it to the old beggar. The old beggar took the water from the bottle his wife had just drunk from, drank several large gulps, and then handed it back to his wife. The old beggar said, "Young lady, you've come so late, I'm starving! Tell me, how should I punish you?" His wife replied, "Then how do you want to punish me?" The old beggar thought for a moment, looked at his wife's beautiful legs, and said, "Then give me your stockings." His wife thought for a moment and, without hesitation, agreed. She stood up to hand the water to the old beggar and prepared to take off her stockings. The old beggar said, "It's inconvenient for you to hold the water; let me help you take them off." His wife nodded shyly. The old beggar, excited and trembling, stretched out his dirty hands and reached under his wife's short skirt. His hands caressed his wife's shapely buttocks. Because the skirt was too short, as his arms moved upwards, a black thong lace panty was revealed. Because of the dim streetlights, the old beggar couldn't see clearly. Slowly, the transparent stockings slid down her thighs, and the skirt was lifted to her buttocks, truly becoming a very short skirt—perfectly concealing her genitals. The old beggar had his wife sit on a stool, so that her genitals were directly facing him. The old beggar strained his eyes, trying to get a better look. His wife said coquettishly, "Why aren't you taking them off?" The old beggar snapped out of his daze and slowly moved his hand to his wife's knees, carefully removing her sheer stockings. He then lifted one foot, touching his wife's shoe, and slowly pulled it off, saying, "Look, the semen has all dried, which means it's all been absorbed by your beautiful feet. Don't believe me? See how whiter and more tender they are later." His wife leaned over and said, "Really?" The old beggar saw that his wife's breasts were so tight they were almost bursting out, revealing half of her areola and nearly exposing her nipples. His lower body immediately hardened. The old beggar quickly said, "Yes, they feel even whiter." His wife said happily, "Thanks to you..." Then, as if remembering something, she quickly shut up. The old beggar chuckled twice, then took off his other stocking as well, slowly removing all the stockings. He grinned maliciously and said, "Little sister, do you want me to help you with something, twice a day, morning and night, for best results?" His wife blushed and said, "Okay, you do it." The old beggar added, "This time you'll have to help me; it takes me a long time to do it myself." His wife asked, "How can I help you?" The old beggar said, "With your feet." His wife thought for a moment and said, "Okay." The old beggar quickly pulled out his penis, unceremoniously placing a pair of beautiful feet on it, and made his wife put her feet together and rub them up and down. The old beggar used a low-cut, thin high-heeled shoe to rub and stimulate his glans, then picked up another high-heeled shoe and smelled and licked it intensely. His wife diligently massaged him, gradually mastering the technique, sometimes rubbing with the soles of her feet, sometimes pinching his penis with her toes. The old beggar was suddenly stimulated, let out a muffled groan, removed the high-heeled shoe from his penis, and ejaculated—literally ejaculated, shooting quite a distance, a large spurt landing right under his skirt. Luckily, his underwear covered it, otherwise it would have sprayed onto his labia. But how much could the thin lace thong cover? It quickly soaked and stuck to his labia. Later, he ejaculated a few more spurts onto his thighs and calves. The old beggar was panting heavily, and his wife also used her feet to scrape the remaining semen from his penis onto her feet. She was also panting heavily, after all, using her feet was tiring. After resting for a while, the old beggar grinned lewdly at his wife and said: "Little sister, let me help you spread it evenly." His wife said coquettishly: "Look...""You shot so much, you said you'd shoot it on my feet, but it's all on my legs." He touched the semen on his thigh, picked it up, and saw it was thick and white, like yogurt. He even smelled it, stuck out his pink tongue, and licked the semen off his hand. As she tasted it, my wife suddenly remembered something, quickly pulled her feet off, put on her high heels, and ran home. The old beggar called after her, "Little sister!" My wife ran home without looking back. Only when she reached the door did she remember the semen on her legs, and she quickly smeared it evenly with both hands. When we got home, I asked, "Honey, where are your stockings?" My wife said in a panic, "They ran, so I threw them away." I didn't think much of it and told her to take a shower and go to bed. My wife obediently went to the bathroom to take a shower. She took off her skirt and was about to take off her underwear when she saw a large clump of white semen on it. She took it off and touched her genitals; it was very wet. She didn't know if it was from the semen or her own vaginal fluid. My wife looked in the mirror, biting her lip, as if she had made a decision. She put one foot on the sink, spread her legs wide, and rubbed the white part of her underwear against her open vagina. The old beggar's semen entered my wife's vagina in this way. The more she rubbed, the faster she went, and she squirted. A feeling she had never experienced before surged from her lower body to her brain. At that moment, an orgasm unlike any she had experienced with her husband came over her. (III) Since the last time, my wife took a long leave, including a long holiday for the Chinese New Year. The weather was great after the New Year, with bright sunshine. On her first day back at work, my wife wore nude-colored pointed-toe 10cm stilettos, transparent 5D invisible flesh-colored stockings, a black lace puffy skirt, and a chiffon lace blouse with lantern sleeves and a bow at the neckline. She exuded the unique charm of a modern white-collar woman. Her wavy long hair and bitten lip makeup made her look especially sexy and charming. Today, on her first day back at work, my wife seemed quite happy. She gave me a sweet kiss, grabbed her bag, and went out. My wife hesitated under the bridge, as if she had made a great decision, and walked towards the underpass. The old beggar saw my wife's arrival. The sunlight shone directly behind her, and the old beggar was stunned. He had never seen such a beautiful woman before. My wife's attire and her superior aura made the old beggar feel ashamed and he became flustered. My wife saw the old beggar and took the initiative to greet him. The old beggar responded blankly. The wife pouted, feigning anger, and said, "What are you looking at? You're ignoring me." The old beggar quickly said, "Sister, you're so beautiful! I forgot everything else when I saw you. You really are like a fairy!" The wife laughed, "You old lewd, smooth-talking fool." The old beggar was still lying in bed when the wife walked over to him and slowly turned around, saying, "Am I pretty?" The old beggar's eyes widened as he saw his wife turning around. Through the sunlight, he could vaguely see that she wasn't wearing underwear, only stockings with garter belts. The old beggar said dumbly, "Sister, why aren't you wearing underwear?" The wife blushed, whether from makeup or something else, and took out low-waisted, lace-trimmed underwear from her bag. The wife said, "I told you to look at how beautiful I am, but where are you looking? Humph." The wife threw her underwear at the old beggar's head, and the old beggar quickly grabbed it, held it to his nose, and sniffed it hard, saying, "It smells so good." The wife sat down next to the old beggar and held out her high heels in front of him. The old beggar grabbed his wife's foot, looked at the gaps between her toes peeking out of the high heels, found them very sexy, and couldn't help but lick them. The wife said, "It's been so long since I used your foot care product, and my feet don't feel as white anymore." The old beggar was overjoyed and quickly said, "Don't worry, sister, I've been saving it for you these past few days, just waiting for you to come and give your feet a beauty treatment." As he spoke, he pulled out his enormous penis and rubbed it against his wife's high heels, continuously rubbing it against her instep, the shoe, and the heel. He then picked up his wife's feet, which were clad in high heels, and clamped them between his legs. The old beggar felt that this wasn't enough, so he simply made his wife stand up while he lay down, wanting her to step on his penis with her high heels. At first, his wife was afraid of hurting the old beggar and didn't dare to put any pressure on him. Later, the old beggar took the initiative and asked his wife to step on and rub his hard penis, and he even asked her to gently step on his penis with her high heels. The old beggar was about to ejaculate when he suddenly rolled over and knelt down, ejaculating onto his wife's instep and a lot onto her shoes. His wife was shocked, exclaiming, "So much!" The old beggar casually picked up his wife's underwear to wipe his penis. Seeing semen dripping from his shoes, he used the underwear to clean them as well. His wife's underwear, already small, was now soaked through, almost dripping wet. The old beggar took off his wife's shoes and carefully smeared the semen evenly onto her delicate, white feet with the underwear. His wife said, "How can I wear my underwear when it's so wet?" The old beggar replied, "Then you can wear mine." He pulled a pair of dark, triangular underwear from under the covers and handed it to his wife. His wife, as if possessed, took it. She looked at it, noticing many dried white stains and what appeared to be smegma. She smelled a pungent, fishy odor mixed with various other smells. She took another deep sniff, a wicked smile on her face, and said, "Okay, then I'll wear it."The beggar said, "Then you can wear mine." He pulled a pair of dark, triangular underwear from under the covers and handed it to his wife. For some inexplicable reason, she took it. She looked at it, saw many dried white stains and what appeared to be smegma, and smelled a pungent, fishy odor mixed with various other smells. She took another deep sniff, a mischievous grin on her face, and said, "Okay, then I'll wear it."The beggar said, "Then you can wear mine." He pulled a pair of dark, triangular underwear from under the covers and handed it to his wife. For some inexplicable reason, she took it. She looked at it, saw many dried white stains and what appeared to be smegma, and smelled a pungent, fishy odor mixed with various other smells. She took another deep sniff, a mischievous grin on her face, and said, "Okay, then I'll wear it."
Saying this, he stood up and slowly put the old beggar's underwear on himself. Luckily, it wasn't very big, but the underwear felt hard and tight against his wife's genitals, rubbing against her labia. His wife, already excited from what had just happened, was now even more aroused by the thought of wearing the old beggar's dirty, smelly underwear. A sweet secret began to flow from her vulva. Saying goodbye to the old beggar, she went to work wearing his underwear and high heels covered in semen. As the streets grew busier, no one knew that this elegant, well-dressed, fashionable, and sexy woman was actually wearing beggar's underwear—and by a very ugly and old man at that. At work, people around her saw her radiant appearance, and countless men showered her with attention. She felt a mixture of envy and jealousy. But who knew that under her skirt she was wearing the old beggar's dirty underwear, like his penis rubbing against her labia? My wife went to the toilet several times while at work, holding it in for so long that she finally decided to release it at noon. She went to the toilet, took off the old beggar's underwear, and rubbed her clitoris and labia. Then, looking at her pointed high heels, she seemed to remember something. She took off one shoe, covered the toe with the old beggar's underwear, bit her lip, and slowly inserted it. However, her vagina was very tight, and she could only insert it a little bit. As the fluid increased and her vagina became more slippery, she finally managed to insert the toe of the shoe. The feeling of fullness filled her entire vagina. With one hand rubbing her clitoris and the other holding the sexy high heel, she thrust in and out of her vagina, and thus, an orgasm arrived. She produced a lot of vaginal fluid, even leaving a small puddle on the floor. My wife took off the high heel, put the old beggar's underwear back on, and continued to work with a radiant face. [To be continued]

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