The story of disciplining my wife in mainland China (22-25)

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(Twenty-two) The Bizarre Game of the Evil Children (Part 1)

The evil child took out a blindfold. When she saw the blindfold, she knew that her master was about to start today's training lesson. She immediately closed her eyes and raised her head, longing for a real hot penis to be inserted into her cunt. She made "hmm...uh..." sounds without any shame.

The location was a small park on the edge of the community near the mountain. The infinite spring scenery was unfolding. The homeless man who usually lived in the park and made a living by picking up scraps was now pressing his whole body on my wife. At first, he only tentatively placed one hand on her breast and gently stroked it. But he was afraid that this was another new trick of these evil children to bully him. He was still in a bad mood because the evil children had deliberately thrown firecrackers into the cardboard box where he was living the night before.

At that moment, she let out a seductive and wanton moan. The homeless man's eyes widened as he saw my wife's voluptuous and alluring mature female body. Thinking how wanton this woman was, he grew bolder and reached out with his other hand to rub her other breast. After all, a person who had lost their social standing had nothing left to lose.
The homeless man got up, walked around to my wife, knelt on the grass, and held his erect penis in front of her face, waving it around. He asked timidly, "Could you use your hand to give me pleasure?" A nauseating smell and a fishy odor wafted towards my wife's face. She hesitated slightly, but the scoundrel immediately threatened to distribute her nude photos all over the neighborhood, letting everyone know that she was a wanton woman.

My wife obediently reached out and slowly began to stroke him, but her panting and moaning never stopped. As the vibrator inserted into her vagina and anus increased in rhythm, she didn't flinch or show disgust at the dirty penis. Instead, she brought her small mouth to suck on his penis like she was licking honey, while her hands quickly stroked the homeless man's penis and scrotum.

A few minutes later, a stream of white fluid gushed out across the edge of the autumn night's starry grass, thick and sticky white semen spraying all over my wife's hair, face, and chest. My wife carefully licked the semen that flowed to her lips and swallowed it with her tongue.

The wicked boy next to her chuckled and took out his phone to record the video and the erotic photos, titled "Depraved Wife and Homeless Man," which should earn him a lot of points on the video website.

The

autumn air was crisp and cool. A real estate agent, having just finished showing properties to clients, saw a public restroom in the park and rushed in like a savior, abandoning his motorcycle. He glanced around and saw two or three children lingering nearby. He thought, "Why aren't these kids home this late? Society is changing so fast! This neighborhood is already decaying. I'll remember this for later, to use when trying to rip off sellers."

He almost slipped inside, not from the puddles, but from the sight of a naked woman in the men's room, wearing a face mask and a chastity belt, being blatantly assaulted by a homeless man.

He stood before the urinal, his erect penis still erect, stealing glances at the scene. He desperately wanted to urinate, but felt no urge; his engorged penis was pressing against his urethra, preventing him from urinating. His mind raced with conflicting thoughts: What was happening? What was going on? Completely clueless and without reason!

A childish voice behind him pulled him back to reality: "Want to play with this slutty married woman? A mouth service for you is only 1000 NT dollars!"

1000 NT dollars was too expensive. He said no, but his hands immediately pulled the money out of his wallet, muttering, "Add a breast massage service as a bonus!" He was definitely a real estate agent; he never missed an opportunity to get a bargain.

The agent wrapped his arms around my wife's breasts from behind, sometimes gently, sometimes roughly squeezing and kneading them, gently rubbing and pressing her nipples with his thumbs, occasionally pulling them outwards. Her soft, slightly sagging breasts were played with until her nipples swelled and became erect. Her breasts became abnormally sensitive, waves of masochistic pleasure assaulting her reason.

The homeless man skillfully circled his tongue around my wife's ears and belly button, subjecting her to this double assault. She swayed her full breasts and writhed, her excitement bordering on madness, consumed by overwhelming lust. The broker pulled out his penis and

placed it in front of my wife, rubbing it against her lips. My wife was completely immersed in this world of desire, moaning, "Mmm...mmm...ah...ah..."
At first, she only sucked on it gently, then she let the entire penis slide into her mouth. With each swallow, his penis grew thicker and larger.

The homeless man then began to stroke his penis, occasionally touching it to my wife's lips and face, gesturing for her to suck on it. My wife devoured both penises with relish, constantly striving to make them bigger and longer. Her moans were alluring and captivating. As my wife sucked on his penis, the broker's penis trembled and contracted, then he ejaculated onto her face.

While my wife was distracted, the homeless man forced his penis into her mouth. I heard her let out a muffled moan, followed by sobs and gasps of "Ah... um... woo woo..." This contrasted sharply with the laughter and insults of the children beside her.

The park was deserted that night. Lying in the men's restroom stall, her face and breasts were still covered in the semen of the broker and the homeless man—this was the third time she had been faciald that day. Yellowish drops of water dripped from her wet black hair. Before leaving, the broker deliberately urinated on her face, saying he was washing her clean. Afterwards, feeling guilty, he left an extra two hundred dollars and left sheepishly.

The homeless man standing nearby smoked, thinking: There is nothing more terrifying in the world than losing one's dignity.
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Her pubic hair had been completely shaved off, and her vulva, which should have been exposed, was covered by a large piece of tape, with only the ring of the anal plug showing. How could she have ended up like this? My wife questioned her own morality as she shamefully exposed her genitals to these wicked children. Because the outlet was covered by tape, the vaginal fluids inside had nowhere to escape and flowed back into her uterus. She could feel her cavity filled with love juices and a sense of emptiness; 　　　　　　　　　　　her

buttocks began to involuntarily wiggle, wanting the anal plug to rub against the inner walls of her vagina.

The scene shifts back to a drugstore on a late summer afternoon. My wife, carrying large shopping bags, browsed the shelves, pondering what to buy. Passing the condom section, her eyes were drawn to a new product from Durex: "A topical gel to enhance female libido." She chuckled, "Let my husband buy this!" Completely oblivious to the three pairs of eyes watching her from behind.

"People these days have no manners; they don't even apologize when they bump into someone," she muttered under her breath, applying a sample of the over-the-counter cosmetics. The checkout counter wasn't crowded in the afternoon. After paying and swiping her card, she left the store, her mind already preoccupied with what to cook for dinner. She thought she heard the security alarm, but it wasn't very real or clear; in any case, no one rushed out to stop her.
The reality was that the shop assistant rushed out from behind the counter upon hearing the noise, only to trip and fall flat on her face, seeing stars. By the time she got up, the customer was nowhere to be seen, and even the little kids who had been wandering around the store had vanished without a trace. The key turned the lock with a crisp click,

and just

as she was about to step inside, she was suddenly pulled. A seemingly innocent child's voice reached her ears, but it carried a sinister undertone: "Auntie, you're stealing!"

"I didn't!" her wife retorted loudly, her face flushed. The rascal snatched her shopping bag and pulled out a bottle of Durex sex lubricant! She couldn't believe her eyes and panicked, quickly saying, "Auntie will give you some pocket money, okay? Don't tell anyone." As soon as the words left her mouth, she knew she had spoken too quickly and made a serious mistake! The rascal waved his smartphone in front of her.

The second mistake followed quickly. The wife tried to win them over with the pudding and cheesecake she'd made that morning, inviting them inside for a snack. As soon as the boys entered, they ransacked the house, finding her lingerie, sex toys hidden away, and pornographic books (parents everywhere hide things the same way). The wife was furious, her face turning red and then pale; she wanted to disappear into a hole.

After that, these boys came to the house every day, naturally using the pretext of theft to coerce her into fulfilling their fantasies about adult women, bombarding her with both soft and hard tactics. Finally, she succumbed to the pressure and was persuaded to wear lingerie, hold various sex toys, and pose in obscene positions based on pictures in pornographic books to satisfy their desires.

But all of this was photographed and videotaped and saved on their phones; the total number of provocative and obscene photos of her exceeded one hundred.

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On their way home, the mischievous children enthusiastically discussed their plans, agreeing to visit pornographic websites to find new methods of discipline.
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The scene shifts back to my wife, who lifted her long skirt to her waist, bent over, and crawled into the room on her knees. They pulled her onto the bed, removed her skirt, pulled her stockings down to her knees, placed a broom under her legs, and secured it with rope, forcing her to lie wide apart on the bed. Next,

they pulled her hands behind her back, folded them together, and tied them securely. They then took out a pair of disposable bamboo chopsticks, ordered her to open her mouth and bite down on them as a gag, and then tied the rope, pre-attached to the right end of the chopsticks, around the back of her head to the left end, securing it firmly so she had no chance to scream.

Finally, she took another rope, tied it above her breasts, then around the back of her neck, crossed it, and brought it back to her chest. She tightened the rope, tied a knot, and then threaded one end through her cleavage, this time tying it under her breasts. She pulled the rope taut, making her breasts bulge outwards, and bound them securely, beginning today's bondage and discipline.

Her wife felt her breasts were much larger than usual; she had never imagined they would become so large. It was probably related to the daily discipline and the large amount of young semen she had absorbed over the past few months! This thought made her vagina itch and become incredibly excited, causing her to ignore and avoid what was about to happen.

She saw a laptop placed in front of her, the camera pointed directly at her genitals. The woman on the screen was completely exposed, her three points fully visible, with flashing scrolling text and chat windows. She wanted to speak up and stop it, but couldn't utter a word, only screaming in her heart.

(23) The Bizarre and Unusual Game of the Mischievous Child (Part 2) 　　This 　　chapter

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Is Seeking an Encounter Again a Mistake?

**************** ... She is thoughtful and innovative, reportedly 1.6 meters tall, and her slightly chubby appearance and charmingly approachable figure make her easy to get along with, giving her a perfect score in friendliness. 　　Scene Introduction:

In a county-level city in southern Jiangsu Province, near the Yangtze River, economic activity is mainly driven by local state-owned enterprises and foreign-invested auto parts production. The influx of migrants is limited, and the local population structure is transitioning into a middle-class economy formed by those born in the 1980s. 　　The 　　story

takes place in a newly developed residential area with a kindergarten 　　, primary 　　school, 　　and complete living facilities. Most residents 　　are dual-income families born in the 1980s. 　　********** ... 　　My wife rolled her eyes at me and said, "If I could tell who's calling just by the ringtone, I'd be out here trading stocks long ago (cherish life, stay away from the stock market!), why would I be wasting my time watching Korean dramas here!" 　　"It's Mengfan~" I said, and in that instant, I saw a glimpse of her memories of Fenghuang Ancient Town reflected in her face. 　　A few days later, Mengfan and I were chatting in the tea room of an empty house. The previous tenant was a real estate agent, but the housing market crashed, his business failed, and he ran away after leaving behind several months' rent and some OA furniture! 　　Mengfan was there because he was also a victim. After finishing work at the kindergarten, he came to this company to help modify sales and rental information, and also did website maintenance and some paperwork. His boss ran away, leaving him without a week's wages. 　　Quite by chance, the landlord was also Mengfan's landlord. Seeing his honest nature, the landlord gave him the keys to the ground-floor shop. If anyone needed to look after the shop, the landlord wouldn't have to travel all that way; Mengfan could simply help out. 　　We drank coffee while Mengfan recounted his experiences over the past few days. Since leaving Fenghuang, the Fenghuang county government, obsessed with making money, implemented new regulations for charging admission to the ancient town, causing a sharp drop in tourists and forcing the bar where he worked to close down. So he left Fenghuang for Yiwu, where he met a girl he'd met under the covered bridge in her hometown, ending their exhausting long-distance relationship. 　　But this was just the beginning of the pain. Their sweet time together didn't last long; the next few years were almost entirely filled with arguments. The reason was that the girl was a spoiled brat! If Mengfan didn't do what she wanted, she would immediately throw a tantrum. But given Mengfan's melancholic, artist-like personality, he wouldn't argue back or react much, making it impossible to start a fight, which only fueled her anger! Over time, the rift grew wider. 　　Six months ago, the girl came to this city to help her brother with his business, and Mengfan naturally followed, finding a job as an art teacher and general laborer at the local kindergarten. However, things didn't improve, and the two eventually broke up; the girl went back to her hometown to get married. 　　Mengfan originally planned to contact me after everything settled down, but fate intervened, and now he plans to say goodbye before leaving the city. As for which city he's going to, he couldn't say. "I might just go back to my hometown and become a teacher!" he said casually. 　　I sighed, stood up, and looked around the room (Note 1). I opened each room and checked the bathroom, then calculated the number of floor tiles to estimate the actual size of the room. Finally, I glanced at the remaining office furniture, pondered for a moment, and drew up a rough expense ledger. Then, I said to him, who looked puzzled, 　　"Mengfan, how about starting your own business and becoming your own boss?" 　　　　　　　　　　　******************** 　　Additional Information: Apartment Description 　　This is a semi-detached house on the first floor of the complex. The apartment has a rectangular layout. The left side is divided into an after-school care center and an art studio/kitchen area. The garage is on the right front, and the bathroom and two bedrooms are located at the back. The simplified diagram is as follows: 　　　　　　　　　　　Back door kitchen/tea room ║ Xiao Xing's room 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Painting ║ Xiao Ma's room 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Classroom ║ Bathroom After-school care ║ 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Toilet 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Classroom ║ Car 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Front door of stairs ║ Garage 　　I shared my thoughts with Mengfan, saying, "In China, the three types of people whose money is easiest to earn are the elderly, women, and children. But making money requires the right methods and a proper combination of people, time, place, and resources..." In the following days, after work, Mengfan conducted research in the community based on my key points: 　　1. The number of children attending kindergarten and primary school, and the number of elderly people sitting on the roadside counting their numbers. 2. How many after-school care centers and extracurricular classes are there in the community, and how many students are picked up after class? 3. What is the scope and content of the businesses, how much human resources are invested, and what is the quality of the environment? 4. What are the fee standards and number of operating days, and what are the teaching staff like? 5. After gathering sufficient preliminary information, a business plan was immediately established: Phase 　　1: Two art classes; Class A (2/4) and Class B (1/3), with classes held on Saturday mornings, each class limited to six to eight students. 　　Phase 2: One tutoring class; Monday to Friday, 4-6 PM and 6-8 PM, limited to six to eight students. 　　Phase 3: To be determined. 　　The art class teacher was naturally Meng Fan. For the tutoring class, Xiao Xing was asked to consult with a university classmate, and a part-time cleaning lady was hired to help with cleaning. As long as the monthly rent, utilities, and cleaning lady's expenses could be kept below six thousand, a basic profit could be made. It wouldn't be a huge fortune, but combining living and working would at least save on rent, food, and living expenses. Plus, he had a full-time job, so he could manage. He needed to take the first step, to test the waters. 　　A week later, Meng Fan negotiated a good price with the landlord, signing a two-year lease and obtaining an additional fifteen days for renovations. 　　　　　　　　　　　(Chapter Two) A Woman's Feelings Are Always Poetic 　　Rewinding to the day of the signing, I had arranged to meet Mengfan at one of my favorite elegant private Western restaurants that evening, wishing him a good start. After all, I was the one who got him into this business; success was the only option! Naturally, his wife wouldn't miss it. 　　In the afternoon, I sat alone in front of the TV watching the latest Japanese anime, listening intently to the sounds coming from inside the room. It was unusually quiet; not a sound. 　　Rouxuan knew her figure had become slightly fuller, her breasts weren't as firm, and her most prized assets—her buttocks—were no longer as perky as before. The only pride she could maintain was her loving husband and her innate elegance, which still attracted many men at first glance. 　　I gently pushed open the door to remind her it was getting late. Rouxuan sighed softly, but I still heard it! She scrutinized her face in the mirror, carefully checking that her neatly shaped eyebrows and lightly blushed cheeks were flawless before applying Estée Lauder lipstick with satisfaction. 　　She pursed her lips, wiped away the excess lipstick, and gracefully moved to the full-length mirror, gazing at her naked body. Her skin remained fair and soft; the only contrasting colors were her neatly styled black pubic hair and her smooth black hair.

To elongate her figure, Rouxuan deliberately chose a pair of strappy high heels about 7 or 8 centimeters high. The height of the heels instantly tensed her muscles, making her figure vaguely resemble what it was four years ago.
Satisfied, Rouxuan twirled around, kicked off her heels, and then put on white garter belts. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she deftly slipped on ultra-thin flesh-colored stockings, starting from her toes. Her movements were incredibly delicate, as if afraid of accidentally ripping the stockings.

Next, she put on a supportive bra, carefully tucking in any underarm fat to create a larger and more beautiful bust shape. This type of near-half-length strapless bra was Rouxuan's favorite; it not only counteracted the effects of gravity but also allowed her breasts to breathe. Especially when wearing a dress, she didn't have to worry about the shoulder straps constantly showing, which would be very uncomfortable.

Especially in recent years, with the weather getting hotter and hotter, she developed a habit five or six years ago of wearing only a long dress at home, completely without underwear underneath. If she went out in a dress, she wouldn't wear underwear unless there was a risk of exposure. It was both breathable and cool, and also good for feminine hygiene.

Rouxuan slipped on a light-colored floral Zara dress and stepped out of her room, a hint of nervousness on her face, yet simultaneously radiating the glow of a woman in love.

I knew what she was thinking! The memory of Phoenix four years ago was too beautiful for her, and that's why she hesitated. Women always psychologically want to present their best side to men, but four years inevitably leaves some marks on the body.

Besides, a reunion after so many years would always be a little awkward, after all, Mengfan was the man who had seen her most private parts and enjoyed every inch of her skin!

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But if you observe their interaction closely, you'll find it resembles a social gathering between an older woman and a younger man—to put it bluntly, the object of their affections could be Xiao Wang.

Turning our attention back to the two in the restaurant, their expressions at the table didn't seem to change much, but my wife's body language beneath the table revealed subtle clues: Rouxuan unconsciously crossed her legs alternately, the high heel of the crossed foot only having the toe hooked on her toe, swaying back and forth. If it wasn't because the shoe was too high and tight, causing her foot to need some relief, then her heart must be fluttering.

Suddenly, the shoe hooked on Rouxuan's toe flew off due to the force of the movement, I imagine it must have made a loud "clang," because even the guests at other tables turned to see what happened! She blushed with embarrassment, while Mengfan smiled and bent down to pick up the shoe, holding Rouxuan's delicate foot in one hand and slipping the shoe back onto her foot with the other.

The intimate actions of the two were clearly reflected in my eyes, and the customer's voice on the phone was getting further and further away from me.
At this moment, my thoughts had already jumped to the subsequent developments and changes, and I was thinking about both a little jealousy and a bad idea in my mind at the same time.

After hanging up the phone, I smiled slightly and returned to the restaurant.

(25) The way to cultivate a married woman protagonist

Character introduction (all names are pseudonyms, any resemblance is purely coincidental): Brother Cheng (Zhenyu): Me Jiang Jie (Rouxuan): My wife, is she also? The story of training a wife in mainland China? Protagonist Meng Fan (Meng Fan): Met Brother Cheng/Jiang Jie in Fenghuang Ancient Town.

Xiao Ma (Yingxin): Meng Fan's college roommate, who will soon appear to join Meng Fan's entrepreneurial plan.

=====================Chapter 3 Please Make Love with My Wife=================

My wife, Mengfan, and I opened a bottle of red wine at the small round table next to the kitchen, raising our glasses to congratulate Mengfan on a new beginning. Once the wine started flowing, the conversation naturally flowed. Mengfan began to recount his life after my wife and I left Fenghuang. Less than a month after we left, he met a girl from Zhejiang who was also visiting Fenghuang. With the bar business plummeting, he left Fenghuang and moved to the girl's hometown to live with her, trying to start a relationship with marriage in mind, intending to settle down there.

But things didn't go smoothly. Mengfan and the girl's relationship was fraught with problems, and the girl's parents also interfered, eventually leading to cold remarks from the girl's family and relatives. This left Mengfan feeling very uncomfortable.

Honestly, I suspect the girl still liked him a lot, so she and Mengfan agreed to temporarily leave their hometown and come to this city for a while. As mentioned earlier, things unfolded as they did, and they eventually broke up.

But I had a vague feeling that the girl was just a substitute for Mengfan during his emotional void. The constant arguments must have been because the girl discovered that there was still an unopened door in Mengfan's heart, or a private space he wouldn't allow her in. I understood this, and Mengfan and my wife would naturally understand as well.

A sudden phone call came in handy, allowing everyone to jump out of this inexplicable problem. I went out through the back door of the kitchen and walked around to the concrete floor at the back of the house, continuing to discuss the problems that had continued into the evening with the client, analyzing the causes, asking the client to provide detailed information about the issues, and suggesting they try various solutions. Inside,

the two of them got up from the small round table together, turned off the kitchen light, and went straight into Mengfan's room. From outside, I saw the curtains being roughly pulled shut; just from that action, I could tell the person who pulled the curtains was in a hurry! I started imagining what would happen after they entered the room. A sudden surge of heat ran through my lower abdomen, and I desperately wanted to rush in and see what was going on.

But the client was my livelihood, so I had to patiently answer their questions before ending this technical support call. As I hung up, a thought flashed through my mind: I might have to make a trip to the client's company.

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I went back inside and went to Mengfan's room. The door wasn't closed, but the lights were off. A beam of moonlight shone through the half-drawn curtains. My wife, Rouxuan, was sitting on the edge of the bed, embracing Mengfan. Her dress was off and tossed aside; she was only wearing a white bra, stockings, and flesh-colored stockings. Mengfan smelled her familiar scent and said in a trembling voice, "Sister Xuan, is it okay?" She softly replied, "Mmm."
Although it was just a single word, it represented all the turmoil she had been feeling lately. Mengfan slowly reached between her legs, gently caressing her warm, moist genitals. Then the two embraced and kissed. Although the room was dark, their expressions were still faintly discernible.

I sat in the studio chair, looking inside, my emotions churning. I saw Mengfan lying next to my wife, his hands caressing every inch of her body. I heard my wife's breathing quicken, and then Mengfan reached behind her, deftly unhooking her white bra, revealing her breasts.
One hand caressed her breasts, which were slightly larger than when he had held them years ago, while the other hand moved to stroke her ample buttocks. My wife even obediently lifted her buttocks to match his caresses—a gesture of pure jealousy! Before me, Rouxuan was completely naked except for stockings and pantyhose. The thing all three of us had been waiting for was finally about to happen…

At that moment, Mengfan got up, spread his legs, and straddled Rouxuan's chest. From the action, I could tell he was rubbing his penis against her lips. I remembered that Mengfan's penis wasn't longer than mine, and it was thinner, with a smaller glans.

As I recalled this, Rouxuan had already raised her head and moved it to Mengfan's lower abdomen, grasping his penis with one hand. Her soft lips were only centimeters away from the swollen glans.

"Will Rouxuan suck it?" I was very certain.

Mengfan guided Rouxuan's head towards his penis, and she took the opportunity to stroke it a few more times, then opened her small mouth and slowly took Mengfan's glans into her mouth. She then gently licked the glans along the fleshy folds of the coronal ridge, slowly bringing out the wet sheen of Mengfan's entire penis.

Seeing my wife take a man's penis into her mouth right now was incredibly stimulating. Mengfan couldn't hold back any longer, thrusting his hips forward! He inserted his slender penis into Rouxuan's small mouth, causing her to tremble with excitement and let out a shy "Mmm." Mengfan's penis filled Rouxuan's entire small mouth, and she carefully sucked it in rhythm with the twisting of Mengfan's hips, swallowing and releasing it.

Mengfan held Rouxuan's head with both hands and began thrusting in her mouth. At first, the speed was slow, then gradually increased, and a wet, "tsk tsk" sound could be heard coming from her mouth. As Mengfan's thrusting became faster, Rouxuan let out moaning sounds, indistinguishable between pain and excitement.
Suddenly, Mengfan swiftly withdrew his penis. He hadn't had sex with a woman in so long, and this intense foreplay had made him feel like he was about to ejaculate. Rouxuan moaned, "Mengfan, don't ejaculate, I want you to penetrate me later!" Her words only fueled Mengfan's urge to ejaculate, and he sprayed his thick, fishy-smelling white semen onto her hair, face, and chest!

From the moment they entered the room until Mengfan ejaculated, only about ten minutes had passed—a fleeting moment!

=======================Chapter Four: Welcome to the Bathroom=====================

Rouxuan got out of bed first and went to the bathroom. The bathroom door wasn't closed, just ajar. A few minutes later, I heard the sound of water from the bathroom; I guessed my wife was taking a shower. Mengfan also left the room at this time. Seeing me sitting in the studio, he gave me an awkward smile. I generously made a gesture of turning my right palm upwards towards the bathroom and said to him, "Go help Sister Xuan take a shower!"

Mengfan quickly took off his clothes and followed me into the bathroom (no wonder Rouxuan didn't close the door). He was also kind enough not to close the door. I really wanted to follow him in, but I knew this was a crucial moment, and I couldn't ruin it. But I honestly slipped to the bathroom door and continued to enjoy the upcoming erotic scene.
The bathroom was designed with a wet and dry separation. At the entrance was the sink, then a low concrete wall separated the toilet area, and finally, a glass-enclosed shower stall. Besides the sound of running water, I could hear the couple's panting and kissing sounds coming from the shower. Unfortunately, the steam from the glass stall made it increasingly difficult to see their figures clearly! I could only vaguely make out my wife's hand holding Mengfan's penis; it seemed less like she was washing it and more like she was trying to make it erect.

Their conversation was also intermittently drowned out by the sound of the showerhead, making it hard to hear clearly. I could only hear snippets of their requests for sex.

"Mengfan, I want you to put it in..." This was my wife's request to Mengfan.

"Sister Xuan...wait a minute...I'll be hard soon,"

Mengfan said clearly; young people really do have less stamina!

More steam condensed on the glass than before, blurring the images so much that only rough outlines of their bodies were visible. The two caressed and played with each other in the bathroom, changing positions frequently. Mengfan was kneeling on the ground, burying his head between Rouxuan's legs and licking her tender vulva. Rouxuan, on the other hand, was rubbing her breasts and stimulating her clitoris with her other hand. As Mengfan's tongue moved faster, her moans rose: "Mmm...oh...hurry up and put your hand in."

Rouxuan's body language said it all. She swayed her plump, white buttocks, grabbing Mengfan's penis and rubbing it against her vulva, while they kissed passionately, lost in a state of ecstasy. Clearly, my wife was completely aroused!

The glass door of the shower room was suddenly pulled open, and a large amount of steam rushed out along with the two of them. The steam in the enclosed space, combined with the passion, made it almost impossible for them to breathe. After the hot and cold air circulated and stabilized, the objects in their vision became incredibly clear, like the morning sun silently erasing the morning mist.

Mengfan caressed Rouxuan's bare back from behind, gently licking her earlobe with his tongue. That was one of Rouxuan's most sensitive spots; just a lick or a breath on it would make her close her eyes and quietly enjoy the pleasurable sensation.

Meanwhile, Mengfan's hands weren't idle. He used his slender fingers to trace circles on Rouxuan's waist, buttocks, and lower abdomen, touching them irregularly and randomly.

"Sister Xuan, does it feel good?" he asked softly. "Very good," Rouxuan answered with her eyes closed.
Mengfan gradually increased the pressure of his caresses, occasionally asking Rouxuan,

"Is it too hard? Is it comfortable?"

"Yes...it feels good...a little lower...um...a little lighter," Rouxuan replied.

Rouxuan's aroused desire continued to build, her rationality had collapsed, every part of her skin and senses was at its highest sensitivity, and her unconscious moans began to escape again and again.

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Mengfan forcibly suppressed the urge to ejaculate, temporarily withdrawing his penis to catch his breath, and then switched positions with Rouxuan. He lowered the toilet seat, then sat on it, gesturing for Rouxuan to straddle him. At this moment, Mengfan lifted Rouxuan's legs high, placing them on his shoulders, completely embracing her body, leaving her at his mercy.

This position allowed Mengfan's penis to penetrate Rouxuan's body more deeply. Rouxuan's moans and Mengfan's upward thrusting movements echoed each other. After countless deep thrusts, both Mengfan and Rouxuan trembled together, their penises and vaginas contracting simultaneously. Mengfan ejaculated a full load of semen into Rouxuan's vagina once more. Mengfan's penis thrust for about ten times before finally ejaculating inside her, and he finally lowered Rouxuan's legs onto his body with satisfaction.

Only then did their carnal desire and lust completely subside. Rouxuan got up first to clean her genitals. Mengfan's semen flowed down Rouxuan's thighs from her vagina. I observed that the amount and consistency of Mengfan's ejaculation this time were significantly less than what he had sprayed on Rouxuan's face earlier, but this frenzied and stimulating performance in the bathroom excited me far more than the previous time!

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