The lady's orgasm

"Hello."

Her husband, Chen Xiaotong, stood up to greet her. Slightly a beat late, Chen Junru also stood up and greeted him, though reluctantly. Her strict upbringing prevented her from behaving impolitely. Even though they were on the verge of divorce, Chen Junru followed her husband's lead, respecting him as always, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

She nodded politely, and then felt a chill on her exposed neck. Since high school, she had always had long, flowing black hair, her signature look. This morning, she had resolutely cut off the hair that had accompanied her until she was twenty-six, a gesture of unwavering resolve.

Looking at her short, ear-length hair in the dressing mirror, Chen Junru possessed a neat and refreshing air. Only the lingering sorrow in her eyes and brows retained a hint of the delicate fragility of a southern woman. Chen Junru felt that even if she brushed past a familiar friend on the street, the person wouldn't recognize her!

Chen Junru occasionally stole glances at her husband, who sat beside her on the double sofa. His face was pale, his brows furrowed, and his hands clenched into fists, looking extremely nervous. "

I'm probably as nervous as him now..." Chen Junru sighed inwardly, giving her husband a resentful look. Soon, she would be making love to the men she had just greeted, and with two men she had never met before.

She wasn't being forced. Although her husband had done a lot of work, with countless earnest pleas, it was ultimately Chen Junru herself who made the decision.

A month ago, she discovered that her beloved husband was having an affair. After some questioning, he confessed that it wasn't that he no longer loved her, but rather that he lacked willpower and couldn't control his desires, enjoying only the novelty of pure lust. Chen Junru loved her husband very much and understood him well. She wanted to forgive him, but she also knew how irredeemable a man's lust could be when it flared up. If her husband continued his affair, her love would inevitably turn into hatred.

Helpless, Chen Junru filed for divorce. Her husband, of course, disagreed, leading to a heated argument.

"Ru, you don't know how much I love you. With those women, it was all just playing around. There was no real feeling involved. Why do you care so much?" "I do care. Otherwise, I wouldn't have asked for a divorce. I love you as much as you love me, but with the interference of infidelity, love will fade sooner or later. I don't want to become your enemy." "How is it an infidelity? It's like wanting water when you're thirsty or wanting food when you're hungry—just a physiological need. It doesn't have the soul-stirring feeling I get when I'm with you..." "Okay! Stop talking. I've made up my mind. I didn't want to take this step, but I can't get over it." "There's no hurdle you can't overcome, just a psychological barrier. I think my true love will help you overcome it." "Hmph...easy for you to say. Can you change your philandering ways? If you can, I'll forgive you this time." "For you, I'm willing to change."

"Do you think I'm a three-year-old? I know you too well. You can't change. Don't try to fool me with empty words, okay?" "No, there really is a way, but it requires your cooperation, dear Ru. Are you willing?" "If there really is a way you say, of course I'm willing. I'll cooperate no matter what." The method her husband mentioned was a private club he'd heard about from a friend a few days ago. Once you join, those pursuing extramarital affairs will find it tasteless and lose all interest, considering it a very boring thing.

Chen Junru was persuaded just like that. It wasn't a momentary impulse, but rather she held onto a last glimmer of hope. Although she had made up her mind to divorce, she hadn't lost her love for her husband. The sweetness of the past couldn't be given up so easily. Precisely because her love was deep, she would never compromise with her husband's betrayal, even if it was just a one-night stand.

As long as she could make her husband tired of extramarital affairs, she had to try no matter what. Doing nothing would be tantamount to breaking the flower of love with her own hands, and if she tried, even if she failed, she wouldn't have too much regret. Perhaps this is the mindset of dressing up a scarecrow! The preciousness and value of love, the pursuit and protection of happiness, the meaning of the existence of men and women—aren't these all alternative romances that transcend worldly conventions? It's worth risking everything for, just to exchange for the pleasure and thrill of the fusion of spirit and flesh.

From now on, the initiation ceremony will begin. Although it's called a ceremony, there's no fixed order or form; it's merely a means of gaining trust, a threshold that must be crossed. It's not difficult, but it's not easy either. Chen Junru needs to temporarily and unconditionally surrender her body to the two men sitting high on the opposite sofa for a few short hours.

With a sense of despair and a desire for revenge against her husband's infidelity, Chen Junru considered it for a long time before making a difficult decision. For her, who had remained chaste and had no intimate relationships with men other than her husband, if it weren't for wanting to save this marriage, if it weren't for a love that was etched into her bones, she would never have accepted such an absurd and obscene act.

Today was Chen Junru's first meeting with the two men who were about to take her virginity. To her great surprise, their ages were far from what she had imagined; they were not young. In particular, the man called the chairman was an elderly man, about the same age as her father, or at least a few years younger, in his late fifties. He had a kind face and spoke in a gentle, welcoming manner, like a highly respected university professor.

The man sitting next to the chairman was younger, around forty years old, tall and slender, with a refined appearance. He wore an expensive designer suit, giving off a very harmonious and natural feeling, like a 19th-century English gentleman, clearly a successful businessman.

Judging from their appearance, speech, and demeanor, both men were refined individuals who valued personal cultivation. They didn't seem like the kind of people who were keen on toying with married women or engaging in perverted pornography. In that instant, a thought suddenly popped into her mind: having sex with people who were easy to trust was at least much better than submitting to lewd and vulgar people... Her pretty face suddenly flushed red, and Chen Junru shook her head, quickly banishing the absurd thought from her mind. She smiled bitterly to herself, "Why would I think of such things? My brain must be broken..." Nervous, extremely nervous. Even in the bright lounge of a five-star hotel, even as the two men chatted with her wittily about lighthearted topics, Chen Junru still couldn't help but tremble. The feeling that she would soon hand over her pure and innocent body to two complete strangers to possess and enjoy was so unacceptable, so unreal, so absurd, completely out of the realm of reality.

"It's about time, let's begin!" After exchanging a glance with the middle-aged man and nodding in understanding, the chairman stood up and said in a solemn tone.

Seeing her husband hastily rise and bow, Chen Junru quickly followed. In that instant of bowing, she had a fleeting illusion that she would say goodbye and go home with her husband.

"Madam, this way please!"

Chen Junru, addressed with the honorific title of another man's wife by the chairman, hurriedly lowered her head, her face flushed with shame. The thought that she, who prided herself on her virtue, was about to make love with men other than her husband, and with two men at the same time, filled her with doubt about her supposedly well-considered decision. She was also bewildered whether this illicit act could save her marriage. Waves of shame surged and roared within her, threatening to shatter her wavering heart.

"I'm going," Chen Junru said softly, glancing at her husband, desperately hoping he would keep her.

"Hmm," Chen Xiaotong uttered a low, nasal sound, a sound that seemed both an answer and an urging. He said nothing more, knowing his wife was watching him, he lowered his eyes avertedly, a bitter expression on his pale face.

"Husband, is it really right for me to have sex with those two men? Only you can be with me... I'm your wife..." Only then did Chen Junru truly realize how heavy her decision was. She cried out in her heart, heartbroken. But her husband's avoidance blocked any retreat, leaving her no choice but to grit her teeth and continue, only able to utter useless complaints.

For Chen Junru, trying to save her marriage, this was a gamble, a last-ditch effort. And for Chen Xiaotong, it was no different! If they failed, they would pay a heavy price and have no choice but to divorce, never to see each other again.

"Madam, the car is waiting for us outside," the chairman led Chen Junru towards the elevator.

"Huh! Not here?" Meeting in a luxurious five-star hotel, Chen Junru naturally assumed they would get a room upstairs, but she didn't expect to have to go somewhere else.

"There are too many uncertainties in these big city hotels, and the soundproofing isn't ideal. Just in case, it's better to go somewhere more professional." While waiting for the elevator, the middle-aged gentleman named Meng Zichuan explained to Lü Yanqi in a deep, magnetic voice.

Too many uncertainties? Could some big disturbance be about to occur? It's just getting a room to sleep in, and he's not even comfortable with the soundproofing of a five-star hotel? He's being overly cautious... Chen Junru felt that Meng Zichuan was a bit neurotic. Indeed, when she reached orgasm with her husband, she would shout out in a moment of ecstasy, but that level of noise, even if it went through a crack in the door, would be negligible and unlikely to be heard by anyone.

"Hehe... My lovely wife, you're completely different from how you are with your husband. You'll understand in a moment how necessary Zichuan's worries are." The chairman, Zhang Qishan, seemed to see through Chen Junru's surprised expression and smiled kindly before explaining subtly.

Both men were filled with affection for Chen Junru. Not only was her gentle demeanor endearing, but in their brief conversation, it was easy to tell that she was a virtuous young woman with little social experience and not very sociable, yet also very well-mannered and respectful of those of high social standing. Indeed, Chen Junru was such a person. As a junior beautician, she held a sense of awe for important figures. When exchanging business cards, seeing the prominent titles of Chairman of Qishan Beauty Salon and Secretary-General of a certain business association printed on the card she received, she couldn't help but display a somewhat apprehensive and respectful attitude.

The elevator arrived, and as Chen Junru stepped into the car, she couldn't help but glance in her husband's direction, only to find him still sitting in his seat, looking up at her.

"Husband..." As if deliberately concealing the cry in her heart, the elevator slowly closed its doors, carrying Chen Junru towards the underground parking lot.

The enclosed space intensified her tension. Chen Junru couldn't remember what she had said, as if she had lost her soul. She didn't even know how she got out of the elevator or into the car, until her right hand felt a warmth as it enveloped her in a dry, warm hand, pulling her out of her daze.

Meng Zichuan was driving, while Zhang Qishan sat with her in the back seat. Looking at his kind face and the gentle light shining in his wise eyes, Chen Junru concluded that he was a very gentlemanly man, and that his holding her hand was merely to comfort her, without any lewd intent. Therefore, her tense body relaxed, and her hand, which had been held, pulled away slightly and then remained still.

The elderly man's hand gently stroked the back of her hand. It wasn't a frivolous teasing or a release of lust; Chen Junru felt a warmth, a tenderness, like an old aristocrat who cherished his cat, gently stroking it in the warm sunshine. For a moment, her tension was strangely replaced by tranquility.

Even more strangely, as time passed, Chen Junru felt incredibly comfortable and relaxed being held and stroked by him, as if the distance between their hearts had been shortened. When Zhang Qishan noticed she had calmed down and removed his hand, a pang of reluctance swept through Chen Junru's heart, a sense of emptiness washing over her. She longed to relive that warm, peaceful feeling.

Perhaps it was this brief, somewhat ambiguous, and touching moment of holding hands and caressing that caused a change in Chen Junru's feelings towards him, adding a strange closeness. Therefore, when they were led to a hotel in a secluded area, she felt less uneasy. Upon entering the presidential suite, Zhang Qishan said, "Madam, this is my property. Please don't be shy; make yourself at home." She blushed slightly and politely replied, "I'm so sorry to have troubled you." This distant and formal greeting felt strange to Chen Junru; it was so inappropriate.

"Madam, I want to confirm again that what we're about to do will absolutely not leave any physical harm, nor will we force you to do anything you don't want to do. According to this agreement, is there no problem starting now?" Zhang Qishan sat in the exceptionally luxurious European-style high-backed chair, gazing at Lü Yanqi, and asked in a gentle, steady tone.

"No…no problem, but…doing…doing this kind of thing really will make my husband stop his philandering and stop having extramarital affairs?" Meng Zichuan had gone to the bathroom to shower, leaving only her and Zhang Qishan in the room, which lessened her embarrassment somewhat. Chen Junru nodded shyly, then raised her rosy cheeks and stammered the question.

"Of course, after joining my club, rather than saying that men will no longer be interested in women other than their wives and thus completely eliminate extramarital affairs, it's more accurate to understand it as being unable to tolerate other men having sex with their wives, and returning to their wives under the burning flames of jealousy." "But if you can't tolerate it, why do you still make me have sex with other men..." Chen Junru asked doubtfully, her voice growing softer and softer, the last word "love" probably unheard even by someone with excellent hearing. Actually, she had asked him earlier, and her husband had already given her the answer, but she was willing to be humiliated and shameful to ask again, because she wanted to hear Zhang Qishan say it to her personally.

"It's like this," Zhang Qishan said, "Seeing his wife having sex with another man would cause a husband extreme sadness and distress. Only under such heart-wrenching grief can a husband truly feel his love for his wife and realize how ridiculous it is to have an affair..." As an elder even older than her father, and the chairman of Qishan Beauty Salon with a high social standing, Zhang Qishan showed no condescension. Instead, he lowered his stance, speaking with an equal tone and a comforting manner, patiently persuading her. Chen Junru fully felt his respect and found his words very convincing. She thought this radical approach might have a miraculous effect. However, the thought of soon having sex with the man in front of her, especially an elderly man, filled her with a trembling sense of shame.

She hurriedly lowered her head and saw Zhang Qishan's wrinkled hands crossed, resting quietly on his lap. For some inexplicable reason, she suddenly recalled those hands holding hers in the car, gently stroking them.

These were warm and comforting hands. Chen Junru recalled the feeling these hands had given her—warm, subtle, and with a hint of ambiguity. Lost in thought, she gazed at these hands, her heart suddenly fluttering. The subtle sensation seemed amplified many times over, and for some reason, a tightening sensation arose in her lower abdomen. Confused, Chen Junru looked over, scrutinizing the slender hands, as if trying to uncover some secret.

"Madam, when you return home and see your husband who has truly reformed, I think you will fully understand what I'm saying." Zhang Qishan was still trying to persuade her when he noticed Chen Junru staring at his hand with a dazed look in her eyes. As if she understood something, he said, "Madam, what's wrong? The feeling just now wasn't so unpleasant, was it?" Seemingly seen through, Chen Junru blushed, overwhelmed by a strong sense of shame. However, staring intently at his hand was already impolite, and trying to deny it would be even more so. So, she could only nod, stealing a glance at Zhang Qishan, who smiled silently. A deeper layer of ambiguity crept into her heart.

"Zichuan is taking a bath. I'll wait for him to come out before I bathe, Madam. Let's do some warm-up exercises now. I'll give you a massage, is that alright?" Zhang Qishan said, standing up and stretching his arms towards the bed, gesturing for her to leave.

"Um... ah... I haven't showered yet." Seeing Zhang Qishan invite her to the bed, Chen Junru's heart pounded. A growing sense of tension coursed through her body, and she hastily tried to find an excuse to refuse.

"Hehe... it's alright, it'll be over in a bit, Madam. It's just warm-up exercise, no need to be so tense. Relax, relax. I promise I won't do anything to annoy you," Zhang Qishan said, taking her hand.

Unable to find a reason to refuse, Chen Junru was led to the bed. Under Zhang Qishan's instructions, she absentmindedly took off her outer clothes and lay down. As soon as she lay down, two burning gazes fell upon her face and body. Zhang Qishan admired her curvaceous figure. Her cheeks burned, and Chen Junru hurriedly turned over, lying face down on the soft mattress. She didn't want Zhang Qishan to see her embarrassed expression.

"Ugh... How annoying! What a failure! Why did I have to lie on the bed like that! I can't see what he's doing behind me..." Chen Junru thought regretfully. Yes, lying down hid her face, but it also deprived her of her sight.

Therefore, the moment her back was touched, "Ahhh..." Chen Junru subconsciously cried out. It wasn't disgust, nor was it arousal, but rather the shock of tension exceeding its limit.

"Are you alright, Madam? I just wanted to help you relax."

Chen Junru was enveloped by a gentle voice, feeling his hand gently sliding down her back. Suddenly, she felt a surge of excitement, a chill running through her. "Ahhh..." she couldn't help but let out a groan. The touch on her back gave her an indescribably sweet feeling.

Zhang Qishan placed both hands on her back, gently stroking it up and down, before sliding down to her shoulder blades.

Eight slender fingers slipped under her armpits, as if transformed into feathers, gliding back and forth with an almost imperceptible lightness. Two thumbs, meanwhile, vibrated and pressed along the bone creases with a strange rhythm, sending waves of subtle sensations through her.

Chen Junru had only ever experienced her husband's massages before. Perhaps it was because of the passionate love affair; she felt her body become warm and soft, unbearably comfortable. She remembered the conflicting emotions she felt then—happiness mixed with jealousy. Her husband's technique was so skillful; he must have honed his skills by massaging countless girls. She had even bitterly mocked him for it.

But now, the sensations from those hands on her back were indescribable. Compared to him, her husband was incomparable, like the difference between amateur and professional. Even though her husband was the only man in her life, she was already a mature wife, her body having been fully explored by her husband's passionate lovemaking.

After each sexual encounter, her husband would gently massage her. Late at night, in bed, she felt immense satisfaction, experiencing the caressing techniques her husband had honed with other women in his youth. The physical pleasure intoxicated her, and over time, her body became far more sensitive than most women, unable to resist the stimulation of the massage. However, the thought of her husband's philandering past made her feel listless and depressed—after all, she was a very jealous woman! Perhaps it was because she loved him too much!

Zhang Qishan, on the other hand, was not someone close to her, so there was no jealousy stirring within her. Chen Junru was quickly aroused by his superb massage techniques, her body becoming hot and limp.

"Ah…no, I'm feeling it! It was just a forced encounter, not sex with someone I love…I came here to sleep with men to save my marriage and get my husband to completely give up his extramarital affairs. My husband said it would only be once, and he wouldn't come here again." Chen Junru was deeply ashamed that she, who didn't need pleasure, was experiencing sexual pleasure.

She kept telling herself not to feel pleasure, that it was completely unnecessary. However, even with just a back massage, and through her clothes, her lower abdomen felt heavy and solid, as if a warm current was about to flow out. A dangerous premonition swept through her.

Chen Junru tried to nip the danger in the bud, shaking her head, which was buried in the pillow, trying to expel the pleasure from her body. But it had no effect; instead, it revealed her emotional turmoil to the perceptive Zhang Qishan.

Zhang Qishan, of course, wouldn't miss the opportunity. His hand, stroking her back, quickened its pace, moving from bottom to top, repeatedly pulling the blouse out from under her skirt.

Ah… that won't do… Although she thought this, she was possessed and didn't tuck the blouse into her skirt, or perhaps she simply didn't want to hinder the movements of the hand that was stirring her heart.

Her waist felt a little cool; Chen Junru felt part of her skin exposed. This was the first time her naked waist had been exposed to a man other than her husband at such close range. Just then, Zhang Qishan quickly slipped his hands inside her shirt, following the hem of her garment.

"Ahhh..." Chen Junru couldn't help but cry out as her dry palms touched her bare waist. A wave of panic washed over her. She tried to tuck her shirt into her skirt, but before she could react, the strange vibration and pressure, the subtle sensation, traveled from her dry, warm hands to her sensitive skin. The pleasure was several times greater than through her clothes. Her body suddenly went limp, listless and powerless.

"I'm sorry, Madam, your hands, being an old man, must have offended you! The skin is rough and wrinkled. I'm truly sorry," Zhang Qishan said apologetically.

Since he said that, how could I possibly say I disliked it! That would be so rude… So, Chen Junru had no choice but to give up the idea of asking him to withdraw his hand, saying, “No, no, I don’t mean any offense at all, please continue!” To be honest, Chen Junru really didn’t want him to continue. Indeed, since she had come to this safe hotel with him, she had already prepared herself to lose her virginity to him. Logically, she shouldn’t refuse his offer to give her a massage. However, if this continued, she had a dangerous premonition, wondering what she would become under such a pleasurable massage.

What should she do? She couldn’t let him continue, but he had already said that. If she refused again, it would be very hurtful. How annoying! What should she do… Chen Junru was caught in a dilemma, torn between two options.

"Oh, I'm so happy to hear you say that, Madam! Then I'll continue. Massaging a woman as beautiful as you is nothing short of bliss for me. Youth is truly wonderful!" Hearing his heartfelt exclamation, Chen Junru found it even harder to refuse. Even if it was just to satisfy an old woman's longing for youth, she had to let him continue. However, as his two seemingly magical hands touched her sensitive waist, she clearly felt that sexual pleasure had been aroused.

No, no, I can't feel pleasure. I grit my teeth and endure it. I should be able to hold back... Ahh... I can't take it anymore, I can't hold back... Struggling to suppress any moans of pleasure, Chen Junru endured with great difficulty.

What was he going to do? Could it be that he was going to...? His hands moved up her waist and down her back, stopping at the back of her bra. Chen Junru sensed something was wrong. In that brief moment of thought, the bra hook was nimbly hooked and pulled off by his nimble fingers.

"Madam, your bra is a bit in the way." Zhang Qishan didn't ask her opinion, just said casually, and pushed the unhooked bra down below her body.

His palm caressed the outer edge of her breasts, stroking horizontally towards her back, then sliding back, his slender fingers gently wriggling, a caressing, a flicking, tender touch around her full and soft breasts. "Ah...ah..." Unable to hold back, a soft, seductive moan finally escaped her lips.

He's so cunning, saying the bra is in the way, isn't he just trying to take the opportunity to touch me? But, it feels so good! What kind of fingers does he have! What a wonderful feeling... Chen Junru quickly bit her lip, stopping the joyful moans, feeling both resentful and strange, and still marveling at those intoxicating fingers.

"Feels good, doesn't it? I'm quite confident in my technique, madam. Don't overthink it, and don't try to hold back. Just enjoy it!" Zhang Qishan said, sliding his hand from her back to the outer edge of her breasts, teasing the beautiful wife's desire with his alluring fingers.

As her body grew softer and hotter, her swollen breasts became unbearably itchy, sending her a dangerous signal. Moreover, most of her shirt was already pulled out from under her skirt, and his hand movements became correspondingly larger, freely caressing her back, waist, and the outer edge of her breasts. Chen Junru felt her burning waist suddenly become heavy.

Oh no, I'm experiencing pleasure again! How annoying! "I'm not that kind of lewd woman..." As if hearing the married woman's inner monologue, Zhang Qishan continued his actions without pause, saying, "Don't blame yourself, it's nothing serious. You're a mature married woman! It's perfectly normal to feel pleasure from prolonged caressing. Anyone, any normal woman, would feel this way." His voice, like a spell, was gentle and distant, possessing a bewitching power.

"Is that really true? Every woman does?" Perhaps the answer to this question was too important to her, because Chen Junru asked without hesitation, her face immediately flushing red.

Zhang Qishan didn't answer. His rich life experience and experience with married women allowed him to clearly understand Chen Junru's state and emotions. At this moment, silence was more effective than persuasion. Sure enough, ignited by the flames of shame, Chen Junru instinctively sought reasons to excuse herself, shifting the blame and accepting Zhang Qishan's seduction. Her somewhat unclear mind began to think, since the pleasure was inevitable, she shouldn't care too much... "The back is almost done. Now let's start the leg massage, Madam, turn your body around!" The moment his palms left the outer edge of her breasts, the sweet sensation suddenly disappeared. Chen Junru felt a deep sense of loss. At the same time, she felt that Zhang Qishan's voice was still gentle, but it no longer contained any persuasive meaning; it had become decisive, as if he were commanding her.

"Yes..." Chen Junru answered hastily, her heart fluttering inexplicably. However, the thought of turning her body into a supine position, exposing her flushed face to his discerning gaze, instantly filled her with shyness. She couldn't help but squirm, reluctant to turn over.

"It's alright, hurry up!"

Urged by Zhang Qishan, Chen Junru finally turned over and lay flat on the bed. Then, seeing his amused eyes, she felt extremely embarrassed, her face burning hot. She couldn't help but murmur, as if suddenly emerging from darkness and unable to bear the dazzling light, and covered her eyes with her hands.

"Hehe... My lovely wife, alright! Here, this will make you less shy." Zhang Qishan took out a handkerchief that he had prepared beforehand and gently covered her face.

Although her face was covered, preventing her shameful expression from being seen by those hateful eyes, the shame only lessened slightly, still tugging at her heartstrings. The inability to see the outside world made her wildly guess Zhang Qishan's next move, filling her with panic, unease, and a strange anticipation.

His fingers gently caressed her knees, moving upwards with different techniques for different areas. The knees were more sensitive, so the speed was slower, while the upper part of her knees saw faster, his fingers moving more freely. Zhang Qishan used a Japanese massage technique, teasing her incredibly elastic, long, and firm thighs with a tantalizing, almost imperceptible touch, like an all-powerful demon, always keeping her at her limit, giving her a wonderfully tingling sensation deep within her bones.

"Ah...ah..." Under this soul-stirring caress, her heart was pounding, her vulva tingling. Every time his hand moved past her knees and caressed her thighs, Chen Junru would involuntarily squeeze her legs together, feeling intense pleasure. Her mouth opened and closed, emitting moans of pleasure. The towel between them made the moans clear, adding a unique allure.

His dry hands slid along her firm thighs, making a rustling sound. When his fingertips touched the hem of her short skirt, Zhang Qishan didn't go inside, but instead slid down to her knees.

Once again, his hand slid to her thighs, and Chen Junru still couldn't help but tense up, her body stiff, her legs tightly closed, her toes curling tightly. This time, Zhang Qishan didn't slide his hand back to her knees, but instead picked up one of her slender, beautiful feet, gently stroking her toes with his nimble fingers.

A wonderfully pleasurable sensation rose in her toes, the pleasure so intense that Chen Junru gripped the sheets tightly with her left hand, as if her light body would float away if she didn't.

The intimate massage continued, her tightly closed legs slowly opening, as if inviting the fingers that brought her pleasure to caress her thighs. Every time Zhang Qishan's fingers made a rustling sound as they slid up, past her knees, and down to the hem of her skirt, Chen Junru would suddenly wake up, hastily closing her legs, her half-open mouth emitting soft gasps and seductive moans.

Ah...so good! I really want him to keep going... Just as Chen Junru was sighing inwardly, she heard a gentle voice beside her ear, "Madam, you're sweating, a little hot! Let me help you take off your stockings!" "Ah...no..." Chen Junru cried out in panic, but in that instant, two hands had already slipped inside her skirt.

Between the bed and her waist, a hand swiftly slid in and placed itself on the high waist of her smooth, sexy pantyhose, accurately picking up the waistband and pulling it down.

"Madam, lift your waist a little, otherwise, your skirt will roll up." If she resisted in this position, the slightest twist or struggle would inevitably cause the skirt to roll up, revealing the embarrassing glimpse beneath. Zhang Qishan reminded her.

His elegant speech and manners, noble aristocratic demeanor, and the massage techniques that captivated her all contributed to the persuasiveness of Zhang Qishan's charm. Chen Junru, of course, didn't want her skirt to roll up, and without thinking, she lifted her waist. The

sheer high-waisted pantyhose were pulled down in an instant, swiftly but without any roughness, still full of his usual humility and refinement. Don't underestimate those thin stockings; allowing a man to remove them is enough to prove her heart has surrendered. Chen Junru also realized that her tacit consent was ambiguous enough, getting closer and closer to pornography. At the same time, she felt a faint airflow flowing under her skirt, blowing against her hot thighs, as if the air itself had become humid.

"Now I will serve you, madam!"

Suddenly, the voice above her changed, and the touch on her thighs was different too—hot, and the skin wasn't rough at all.

Chen Junru was startled and asked in a trembling voice, "President? Is it you again?" "Don't worry, the president went to take a shower. My massage skills are not much worse than the president's, madam, I'm going to start now." As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Junru felt her feet being held by two warm, large hands. Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly said, "No...it's dirty there." "Not dirty at all! They look very clean to me, like dazzling gems or bright pearls, making one want to play with them to their heart's content and not want to let go." His voice was warm and gentle, and one could imagine that his face must be beaming with a smile, full of friendliness. Although there was a hint of flirtation in his words, Chen Junru, who was always confident in her naturally beautiful feet, was still delighted by the generous compliment. So she let go of the strength she wanted to pull back, and thought to herself with a wry smile, "My feet weren't dirty to begin with! I washed them before coming here, humph! And he's the Secretary-General of the Chamber of Commerce!" "Your comprehension is so poor..." Seeing that Meng Zichuan still wouldn't let go, his hands pinching and kneading, starting to play with her feet, Chen Junru could only shyly say, "No, don't do this, I haven't showered yet!" "So what if you haven't showered? A goddess like you, descended from heaven, is beautiful and flawless in every way, especially your feet, which best embody sensuality. Your feet are exquisitely shaped, possessing a delicate beauty that makes me want to caress them. And those pointed toes, those curved contours—what beautiful curves!" The subtle changes in her expression seemed to tell of her sorrow and melancholy, how could I not feel pity for her…” A torrent of tender words filled her ears. Listening to those sensual and affectionate words and her gentle, moist voice, Chen Junru felt flattered. No one had ever complimented her like this before, not even her husband. His sweet words were few and far between, and never so delicate. She felt both excited and intoxicated until something slippery wrapped around her right toe, sending a tingling sensation through her, bringing her back to her senses.

Her toe itched unbearably, and at the same time, her vulva stirred, hot and itchy, as if resonating with her. A sweet surge rose from her uterus, and she felt as if she had slipped into a hot spring, experiencing unparalleled pleasure.

"Ah, it feels so good... What did he do to me...?" Chen Junru couldn't help but remove the towel covering her face. Opening her eyes, she let out a scream, "Ah... No... that won't do..." It turned out that Meng Zichuan, who had just finished showering, wasn't even wearing a towel; he was completely naked. A long, fleshy penis hung from his hairy crotch, and he was holding her right foot, seemingly enjoying it, licking her toes, which appeared even whiter due to the red nail polish, like a piece of white jade.

"Ah..." Chen Junru cried out shyly, tightly closing her eyes, pleading, "Don't lick it, it's dirty." "It's not licking, I'm tasting the flavor of an angel."

Meng Zichuan's reply was full of sweet words, and for a moment, Chen Junru didn't know what to do. She thought, "I can't just kick him! That would be too unladylike, too violent." But, his licking felt so good... "Stop licking me, at least let me take a shower," Chen Junru pleaded softly. Compared to the insignificant dislike in her heart, what dominated was her feeling of guilt.

Despite her verbal resistance, the places he licked were itchy everywhere, and the subtle, eerie sensation that transformed from itchiness grew stronger and stronger. Unlike Zhang Qishan's devilishly writhing fingers, the feeling of his tongue licking her toes was more direct and ambiguous, having gone beyond the realm of massage. The erotic connotations were unmistakable, and waves of wonderful pleasure radiated from her toes to her vulva, where the hot, fleshy depths began to writhe irregularly.

"No..." Meng Zichuan seemed to be on steroids, his tongue moving rapidly, licking from toe to toe, sometimes holding the toes in his mouth and gently biting them. The woman's shyness kept Chen Junru from saying one thing but meaning another, her legs already tightly pressed together, occasionally rubbing against each other, savoring the exquisite pleasure.

"Ah...no...don't...ah..." The increasingly sweet voice escaped her lips, the latter half of her words becoming incomplete under the onslaught of pleasure, turning into pleasurable moans.

While Meng Zichuan flicked his tongue, licking her wet, beautiful toes, he reached out and quietly slipped his hands inside her short skirt, stroking her smooth, jade-like thighs, and thrusting towards her genitals.

"Ah...ah...no, no, not there..." The hand made a rustling sound as it slid upwards. Chen Junru involuntarily tensed her body, her toes curling tightly. She strongly felt Meng Zichuan wanting to caress her vulva; his fingertips were about to touch the most sensitive part of a woman's body.

That's not a place I can't touch! If his fingers were like the chairman's, no matter how much I restrain myself, it would be useless! I'd definitely be aroused... Chen Junru thought in a panic, but it was destined to be a false alarm. His fingertips withdrew just before touching her inner thigh, sliding back to her foot.

Her toes were soaking in warm mouths, licked and danced around by slippery tongues. The sensitive skin on her inner thighs was touched and kneaded by fingers no less skilled than Zhang Qishan's. Her body trembled uncontrollably, unbearably hot, especially her vulva, where the heat seemed trapped, unable to dissipate. Chen Junru couldn't bear it any longer, so she squeezed her legs together and secretly rubbed her vulva a few times. As pleasure surged through her, the exhilarating feeling, like drinking an ice-cold, sweet beverage on a sweltering day, was intoxicating.

"Ah...don't do this, ah..."

What exactly did she not want...? Chen Junru asked herself, her desire surging. Did she not want him to lick, not want him to touch, or not want him to touch her so incompletely? Even though her words were vague, the voice, filled with pleasure, was nothing short of a wanton plea. She knew perfectly well what she truly wanted.

How much longer can I endure this? If he continues like this, will I beg him? "Oh... I don't want this, it's so embarrassing..." A strong sense of unease and a bad premonition welled up in Chen Junru's heart, and her body trembled uncontrollably with shame. Immersed

in the indescribable caresses, Chen Junru felt as if she had lost her soul; her body was light and limp, her mind a complete blank. Suddenly, she felt a chill on her chest and looked down. She didn't know when, but her shirt buttons had been undone, and Zhang Qishan, completely naked, was on the bed, his upper body almost pressed against hers, his right hand just unbuttoning the last button. "

The chairman finished showering. When did he come back? How come I didn't know? Did he unbutton my shirt...?" Chen Junru thought in confusion, her gaze drifting to his crotch, where a thick, overly large penis, disproportionate to his age, came into view.

Just as she hurriedly looked away, Zhang Qishan deftly removed her shirt from her body. His movements were precise and quick, and remarkably, not rough at all; he maintained his usual gentleness and elegance.

"Ah... President, why are you taking my clothes off? It's so embarrassing," Chen Junru said breathlessly, her voice tinged with coquettishness, seemingly less respectful and more intimate. "

Hehe... You're all sweaty. It'll be cooler after you take them off. Not only the shirt, but the skirt too, otherwise it'll get messy." Zhang Qishan's eyes lit up, his heart fluttering at her coquettish words. His hands didn't stop moving as he spoke, moving towards the short skirt.

"Ah... How can that be? Don't..."

Just as Chen Junru frantically tried to stop him, the snaps on the short skirt at the waist had already been unfastened, and the hissing sound of a zipper sliding down filled the room. She quickly reached out to press down the wicked hand. In this not-so-violent movement, her high breasts burst open her bra, and a sudden chill ran through her chest as her entire breasts were exposed. Before Zhang Qishan took a shower, he had already unhooked her bra.

"Ahhh…" Chen Junru cried out in surprise, reflexively reaching to cover herself. As she crossed her arms to protect her chest, her short skirt began to slowly slip down.

"Madam, it's alright, just lift your waist a little!" Zhang Qishan reassured her in a gentle voice, placing his hand on her bare waist.

Although his movements were light and gentle, the thought of his devilish fingers made Chen Junru involuntarily want to escape, and she began to twist her body. Of course, her hasty movement caused her waist to lift, and thus, Zhang Qishan easily pulled off her short skirt.

"Ahhh..." Another scream escaped Chen Junru's lips, her mouth agape as she stared in disbelief at the short skirt that had fallen onto the bed, and the bra she had been pressing beneath her. In the blink of an eye, she was stripped down to only a pair of white thongs.

After the initial shock, she felt a mixture of embarrassment and anger. Her upper body was completely naked, and her lower body was clad only in a small pair of thongs. Even though she was a married woman of three years, immense shame still overwhelmed her, making it hard to breathe. Before the two naked men, Chen Junru felt as timid as a virgin, cowering and trying to expose as little as possible.

Ahhh...so shameful... Her heart pounded, her emotions surged, and her face burned. Chen Junru trembled on the bed like a lobster, almost curling into a ball.

"Actually, there's no need to be so nervous. Sigh! My body, which I finally managed to relax, has stiffened again. Madam, it's all my fault; I was too impatient," Zhang Qishan said apologetically, placing his hand on her slender, smooth, and lustrous shoulder. His nimble fingers danced with an unusual rhythm, caressing her as if playing a piano.

"Madam, you are an angel descended from heaven. Your beauty drives me mad. Please accept my love and show your true self! The fusion of spirit and flesh is the ultimate pleasure." Meng Zichuan joined in, climbing onto the bed to caress Lü Yanqi with Zhang Qishan, arousing her desire.

"Ah...ah..."

How embarrassing! "My moans are so lewd, I'm becoming a harlot..." Under the relentless caresses of the two men, her snow-white body began to turn pink from the heightened desire. Even curled up, Chen Junru felt that every part of her body had been touched by the men's hands. Every inch of her skin touched by them felt incredibly pleasurable. At first, she could tell whose hands were which, but later, she couldn't tell anything anymore. Only an unbearable pleasure, like an electric shock, washed over her sensitive body.

"Ah...ah...don't touch me anymore, ah...it's already, it's already...ah...stop! It's enough..." "Madam, you said it's enough, you don't need us anymore? Then, is Madam's garden overflowing with sweet love juice, completely wet?" Zhang Qishan gently stroked her delicate earlobe and asked softly.

"Ah...ah...I don't know, ah..." Chen Junru buried her face in the pillow, making a hoarse sound. Although she was trying her best to endure the pleasure, the extremely pleasurable stimulation was continuously sent over by the man's fingers. No matter how she tried to endure it, she couldn't resist it. If she hadn't still had a sliver of consciousness left, she probably would have already said shameful and vulgar things.

"Since you don't know, let us examine you carefully! But Madam, we need your cooperation." "Cooperate?" Zhang Qishan's words puzzled Chen Junru. Just then, he suddenly increased the intensity and frequency of the stimulation. For a moment, her waist twisted urgently, as if she would go crazy if she didn't.

"It's like this, we need Madam's promise. Madam must unconditionally obey our orders." "Ah...ah...unconditionally? What an excessive request! Chairman, ah...ah...what do you intend for me to do?" Desperately shrinking her body into a circle to avoid the men's stimulation, Chen Junru gasped and asked intermittently.

"Just a change of position."

Zhang Qishan hugged her, and Meng Zichuan also came to help. With the help of the two, Chen Junru was quickly positioned with her head down and her buttocks raised high. Her confused mind only realized the inappropriateness after the position was set. Just as Chen Junru was about to struggle, her panties were pulled down and removed from her buttocks.

"Ah...no..." A cool sensation on her buttocks, yet her body suddenly felt hot, as if all her strength had vanished, leaving her limp and weak. She slumped onto the bed.

"Don't be nervous, it's alright,"

Zhang Qishan gently comforted her, quickly pulling down the panties hanging from her calves and holding them in his hand. Then, as Chen Junru reached for the panties, he casually removed her already unhooked bra from her wrist. Thus, with Zhang Qishan's lightning-fast yet gentle movements, Chen Junru, who hadn't even showered, was stripped naked under the bright lights.

"President, please...ah...at least turn off the lights! I'm so ashamed, ah...I'm so embarrassed, ah..." Chen Junru curled up, her head almost touching her toes, forming a pathetic circle, pleading in shame.

"Madam, bright lights will help us examine you! This is beyond my imagination. I never expected you to be not only stunningly beautiful but also possess such a sensitive body." Zhang Qishan said happily in Chen Junru's ear. Just now, he placed his hand on her rounded buttocks and gently swept it along the indentation of her buttocks, feeling the wet and slippery touch on his fingers.

"Ah...ah..." Chen Junru was too ashamed to speak, only able to gasp for breath. She was only concerned with covering her naked body as much as possible, curling up into a ball, unaware that in this position, a woman's buttocks are completely unprotected.

"Zichuan, come and see, Madam is quite aroused." "Yes, Chairman, let me check. Hmm, what a pool of spring water, certainly enough." The two men took turns examining Chen Junru's body. It was called an examination, but it was actually caressing, their nimble fingers gliding over the entrance to her honey-drenched garden.

"Ah...ah...please, ah...President, let me take a shower!" "Wouldn't it be a waste to take a shower now? We finally have a chance to smell Madam's body odor, let me smell Madam's fresh scent for a while!" "Ah...no, no, President, please, I'll die of embarrassment, ah...it's dirty there, let me take a shower, ah...no..." Chen Junru pleaded desperately, but then she felt a heat on her vulva, and felt her labia being pinched and spread apart by two fingers. In that instant, she thought that the president's devilish fingers were about to penetrate her, and her body went limp, losing all strength. At the same time, her vulva suddenly contracted, as if new fluid was being secreted.

"Madam is indeed very sensitive! She felt something right away." "No, ah...I didn't feel anything..." Seeing that the fingers hadn't penetrated her unclean place, Chen Junru breathed a sigh of relief. In her ear, Zhang Qishan was whispering to her, so she shook her head desperately, denying it repeatedly.

"Ah...ah..." Suddenly, a weight pressed on her nipple, sending a wave of intense pleasure through her. Chen Junru couldn't help but moan. Looking up, she saw Meng Zichuan pinching her nipple.

"Your nipples are so sensitive, Madam! Your breasts are so smooth and soft, I can't put them down! I'm reminded of a poem that perfectly praises your beautiful breasts." Then, Meng Zichuan, swaying his head, recited a poem, "Snow-capped peaks, fragrant dew, like twin pearls, recalling their first appearance, slowly rising, red stockings tied around them, seemingly there yet not there, indescribable, incomparable, autumn waters as spirit, white jade skin, do you know? Ask about the taste within, it's like ambrosia. Where the silk robe is loosened..." "Look at the picture, two points of beauty are most captivating, like delicate tortoiseshell adorning the edges of a flower stamen, or coral embellishing a high jade mountain. After bathing, she first covers herself, her skirt loose, afraid of slipping off, her back turned, her silver-red breasts still panting. Who can appreciate this? I remember Ah Hou sleeping, calling out to her lover." Chen Junru, who loved classical Chinese, naturally understood the poem's imagery. Using snow, pearls, beans, chicken heads, white jade, tortoiseshell, and coral as metaphors, she vividly described the beauty of breasts. Although it was someone else's poem, not written specifically for her, she still felt a surge of joy. Moreover, her sensitive breasts had long been swollen, her nipples erect and pointed, enduring hardship until now, when they were touched and caressed, she involuntarily let out a moan of pleasure.

Two fair and full breasts fell into Meng Zichuan's palms. He sometimes gently caressed them, sometimes roughly squeezed them. When he was gentle, his fingers would lightly glide over the delicate skin, as if he were afraid of accidentally breaking them. When he was rough, he would forcefully grasp the trembling, soft mounds of flesh, wishing he could crush them and squeeze the delicate flesh out between his fingers, enjoying the wonderful feel. Of course, he would never let go of the bright red nipples, sometimes flicking and sometimes pinching them, sometimes gently and sometimes forcefully, giving her different stimulation.

"Ah...ah...don't do this, ah..."

"You can't deny it this time, can you? Are you experiencing pleasure?"

Zhang Qishan's deep voice rang in her ears again. This time, Chen Junru could no longer shake her head. It wasn't just that his earlobe was in his mouth and being gently bitten, nor was it entirely the pleasure that was stirring her heart, which she couldn't suppress no matter how hard she tried. Faced with the undeniable facts, she simply couldn't deny it.

"Ah...ah...I'm already...ah...please stop!" Unable to bear the teasing any longer, Chen Junru wanted them to stop. However, if they really stopped, it would be another kind of unbearable, beastly behavior. She vaguely sensed this in her heart, and didn't want them to stop.

"Ah...ah...why...what?" Zhang Qishan gently positioned her curled-up body on her back, her legs slowly parted. Chen Junru asked weakly, feeling something slip between her legs. Looking down, she saw Meng Zichuan's dark hair.

As a mature wife, Chen Junru knew exactly what he wanted to do. During their lovemaking, she loved it when her husband licked her genitals; it wasn't just the pleasurable sensation, but also proof of his love for her. She even enjoyed having her unclean vulva licked.

"Ah...no, not there! Ah...ah...I haven't showered yet! It's not clean there, ah...no...ah...ah..." Chen Junru cried out in shame, pleading, but her resistance was quickly drowned out by the lewd moans emanating from her, overwhelmed by pleasure. Meng Zichuan's mouth was already covering her vulva, his fleshy tongue moving nimbly, licking her labia wet with love juice.

"Madam, you've secreted so much love juice! You're truly a woman made of water, so wet..." Sometimes excitedly taking her vulva into his mouth, making a hissing sound as he opened his mouth and showed his teeth, sometimes licking her small, delicate labia, pouting his lips and making a high-pitched chirping sound, Meng Zichuan passionately sucked on the woman's most tender spot, speaking indistinctly.

While sucking, he skillfully moved his tongue, licking every inch of the slightly protruding crevice. Whenever new nectar overflowed from the entrance of the wet garden, Meng Zichuan would open his mouth wide and forcefully sip it, making lewd noises on the vulva while savoring the passionate taste of the married woman.

For Chen Junru, this was the most shameful moment. She bit her lip tightly with her two rows of white, fine teeth, determined never to utter a sound that would cause her unbearable shame. However, whenever the piercing sucking and sipping sounds stabbed into her ears and stirred her heart, the melting pleasure of her vulva made her involuntarily open her mouth and let out wanton moans again.

"Ah... I can't hold back anymore, I can't take it anymore, the pleasure is so intense..." Chen Junru cried out in her mind, her legs naturally parting slightly. If before there was only a thin slit between her legs, now it could be described as a full V-shape.

Meng Zichuan licked even more enthusiastically. The parted legs gave him more space, so his tongue danced wilder and wilder, the sucking force stronger, and the sounds louder and louder. Under the continuous caresses of his mouth and tongue, love juices flowed out in torrents. Chen Junru had a strange feeling, as if the flood of love juices was not secreted by her, but was directly sucked out of her body.

Her unwashed private parts were being thoroughly sucked and licked by the man she had just met that day. Her body odor, the smell of her vulva, the pink color of her still-virginal skin, and the structure of her body—all so different from any other woman's—were laid bare under bright lights. Even though she repeatedly cried out for a shower and for the lights to be turned off, she was refused. Thinking of these utterly shameful things, an overwhelming pleasure quickly took over her.

At the same time, Zhang Qishan reached out and groped her breasts, his devilish fingers vibrating at a strange frequency, kneading her C-cup breasts incessantly.

"Ah...ah...President, no...ah...stop it! Ah...I can't take it anymore, if this continues..." Not only his fingers, but his mouth also took her cherry-red nipples into his mouth. Zhang Qishan sucked and licked, sometimes strongly, sometimes weakly, making sounds like drinking soup, echoing Meng Zichuan below, creating a continuous, undulating erotic melody.

Ahh... I've become so wanton, I want to indulge myself, I want to make love to them without a care in the world... Wait, that's not right, it's just an initiation ceremony, just sleeping with them, there's no need to make it so erotic! Ahh... I can't take it anymore, stop torturing me... Only in her heart did Chen Junru dare to scream wildly, her waist trembling incessantly, countless tiny bubbles rising and bursting in her chaotic mind, her mind becoming increasingly unclear, feeling that being teased like this was somewhat wrong, but then the intense pleasure shattered her thoughts, it was only because of the good education she had received since childhood that she managed to keep her shaky heart from uttering lewd requests for pleasure.

"Ah...ah...no...don't put it in, ah...no..." A married woman's private parts can only accommodate her husband; she absolutely cannot allow any other man's thing to enter, not even a tongue. When Meng Zichuan merely slid the tip of his tongue lightly into her vagina, Chen Junru screamed in panic, feeling a throbbing sensation in her lower body as if it were melting. The feeling of orgasm was incredibly intense, as if she had reached the limit of her endurance and was about to ejaculate.

"Ah...ah...I can't take it anymore, ah...ah...I...I've come..." Chen Junru involuntarily let out lewd cries, her slender back arching back into a gauntlet. Even when making love with her husband, she wouldn't do this every time; only when she was extremely excited would she scream wildly, telling her husband that she had reached orgasm. And now, under the tsunami-like onslaught of orgasm, she uttered words she rarely even said to her husband to two strange men.

"Ah...ah..." The lingering afterglow of her climax washed over her body, and all her strength seemed to vanish. Chen Junru gasped for breath as she collapsed limply onto the bed, her arms and legs spread wide, making her look like a woman who had disregarded her appearance. She was completely unaware that the men were staring down at her.

In the bright presidential suite, Chen Junru slowly regained her senses and realized her shameful posture. However, she still felt weak and languid, not wanting to move a single finger. She had never felt so pathetic. The thought of Meng Zichuan's oral stimulation of her private parts, how he had stimulated her to orgasm with just the tip of his tongue, and how he had shamelessly proclaimed it like a slut, made her feel like she didn't recognize herself anymore. She was filled with confusion about her sudden change to wantonness.

"Madam, this is just an aperitif, to warm you up." Just an aperitif? No way... Such an intense climax was something she could only recall a few times. Hearing Zhang Qishan say this, Chen Junru couldn't help but let out a strange cry in her heart, thinking, could this just be the beginning, and what follows will be even more intense... Just as she was about to beg for mercy, Chen Junru felt her ankles tighten, her legs were spread wider, and she was lifted upwards.

"Madam, now I'm going to pluck this beautiful lily of yours." "Ah... please spare me! Please, Chairman, I've already... ah... I'm so embarrassed..." Her cheeks were flushed red with lingering passion, Chen Junru's bright eyes were slightly closed, her fragrant lips slightly parted, looking extremely beautiful, truly like a blooming flower, just waiting to be picked.

"That's nothing, just an insignificant little climax, Madam, look here!" Urged by Zhang Qishan, Chen Junru helplessly raised her eyelids and saw him kneeling between her legs. She had consciously avoided looking at his crotch before, but now she couldn't help but look. His penis, so disproportionate to his age of fifty or sixty, was erect and jet black. Compared to her husband's, it was shorter, but very thick, especially the glans, which was as full as a pine cone and as thick as a duck egg.

Ah…no way! So thick, how could it possibly go in…? A chill ran through her; Chen Junru felt that if such a thick glans were inserted, it would definitely tear her private parts.

Seeing Chen Junru's surprised gaze and worried, fearful expression, Meng Zichuan guessed what she was thinking. He crawled to her side and said something that shocked her: "Madam, there's absolutely no need to worry. I bet you'll become obsessed with the Chairman's exceptionally talented penis. Take me for example, my wife is in her prime, and ordinary men can't satisfy her. But the Chairman only needs to thrust a few times, and she'll be weak in the knees, moaning and groaning, unable to bear the pleasure. Madam, if you touch mine a little, you won't be so nervous." "Ah...no, no..." What did she mean by no? Was it resisting the perverted practice of wife-swapping, or not wanting to become obsessed with Zhang Qishan's penis as he said, or not wanting to obey his wishes and touch his penis? Chen Junru herself didn't know.

Even though she was unwilling, under Meng Zichuan's persistent insistence, Chen Junru still reached out and was guided to grasp the penis he placed near her mouth.

"Great, it's still the size of an average person's, just a bit long..." Although thinking about such things was somewhat unusual and quite different from her usual chastity, Chen Junru was completely unaware that she was subconsciously trying to confirm the shape of the penis. Her fair fingers gripped the shiny black shaft, squeezing it incessantly.

Her fingers felt the elasticity of a rubber ball, and for some reason, she was reluctant to let go. The pre-ejaculate from the urethral opening quickly soaked her fingers. Meng Zichuan, unable to contain his excitement, urged her to start stroking it. Chen Junru slowly moved her wrist rhythmically, and with this lewd movement, she felt her emotions growing increasingly agitated, and a surge of sexual pleasure rose within her.

Before today, she would never have believed that she would masturbate for a man other than her husband, let alone have her fingers covered in a man's pre-ejaculate like this. However, she didn't feel disgusted; instead, she felt a sense of excitement. With her right hand, covered in pre-ejaculate, she became increasingly skilled at stroking Meng Zichuan's penis. Under Chen Junru's smooth little hands, the long, thick penis fully erected, becoming as hard as iron, throbbing incessantly.

"Madam, I'm coming in."

"Ah...no...wait a little longer, I just arrived, ah...no..." The large glans suddenly slid forward, and Chen Junru felt as if her body had been pierced in two. She couldn't help but scream in fear, "Ah..." The narrow entrance to her honey hole looked like it could only accommodate a little finger. Chen Junru thought that for a glans the size of an egg to enter, it would have to break and crush the most delicate parts of her body. The splashing sound that filled her ears terrified her, but the good lubrication of the abundant love fluid, coupled with the excellent elasticity of her tender flesh, allowed her fully moistened honey hole to swallow the entire glans without too much difficulty.

"Madam's flower path is so narrow! Let me go to the deepest part and explore the secret valley!" "No, no, wait a little longer..." Chen Junru hurriedly shook her head and refused. Just as the penis head, which looked like a plump pine cone, entered her mouth, she felt an extremely strong sense of pressure. If it were to penetrate all the way in and reach the deepest part, she didn't know if she could bear it.

"Ah...ah...no...I told you to wait! Ah...ah...your is too thick, ah...ah...don't go in anymore..." The glans, much thicker than her husband's, slowly penetrated deeper. Chen Junru felt her vagina being stretched to its limit, as if it were about to tear open, extremely painful. However, at the same time, a pleasure washed over her, a pleasure she had never felt with her husband before—both pleasurable and strange, a kind of joy that transcended pain.

"Ah...ah...no...don't move anymore, ah..." The glans, bringing immense pressure, continued to penetrate deeper. Chen Junru felt as if she had become a field, being plowed by the plow inside her, her mouth constantly emitting rapid, panting breaths.

"Open your mouth, like when you're on an airplane, control yourself, don't be nervous, relax." If this continues, won't her internal organs spill out...? Chen Junru suddenly had a strange thought, and at the same time, she felt that opening her mouth lessened her tension and fear somewhat. However, because Zhang Qishan's glans was so thick, she thought again, "This is still a slow entry; if he thrusts forcefully, won't I be fucked to death?" For a moment, she became even more nervous, and her fear of the unknown intensified.

"Finally, it's all the way in, Madam. How does it feel? Are you alright?" "Hmm... but yours is too thick, it's so hard." Chen Junru frowned, expressing her true feelings. However, she hid something from the story: it was indeed very hard, as if her internal organs were being pushed up. But the resulting pleasure was gurgling and boiling inside her body with a force even more intense than the hardship.

"It's alright, you'll get used to it soon. I didn't expect you to be so wet, Madam." "Ah..." Chen Junru groaned in shame. Zhang Qishan wasn't wrong; her vulva was already soaking wet. She couldn't believe she could be so wanton.

When the huge glans, like a plump pine cone, broke through the protection of her labia and thrust into her vulva, the intense stimulation caused Chen Junru to reach a small orgasm, overflowing with wanton love juice, staining the penis wet. Afterward, the sturdy glans rubbed against the hot vaginal walls, slowly pushing deeper. Her lower body felt as if it had fallen into a hot spring of pleasure, only feeling joy. Countless white lightning bolts roared in her mind, electrifying her soft body. One small orgasm after another followed, merging into an ocean of pleasure.

This was the first time she had ever been so easily aroused, with such a dense series of small orgasms. Chen Junru vaguely felt that it wasn't entirely due to the thick penis.

"Ah...ah..." wanton moans escaped her parted lips, her face flushed, her almond eyes glazed, a picture of burgeoning passion.

"Ah...how could this be, ah...ah...I can't hold back anymore, ah...I can't take it anymore, ah...ah..." The fully inserted penis stirred slowly, sometimes thrusting in and out, sometimes rotating and grinding, stimulating every tender inch of her honeypot. Chen Junru tried not to make any shameful sounds, but she couldn't. Several times, her lewd cries were particularly loud.

"Madam, I told you so! Hehe...it seems you've adapted to my size and are starting to enjoy the fruits of your labor." Zhang Qishan smiled happily, gazing at the now wanton Chen Junru.

"Ah...I don't know..." Out of pride as a woman and her status as a wife, Chen Junru could only deny it, her hands tightly covering her burning face, so ashamed she almost fainted.

Just as she covered her face, Zhang Qishan suddenly began thrusting his hips wildly, powerfully pumping in and out. A different sensation surged deep within her vagina; her body, yearning for comfort, was brutally explored and thoroughly plucked, a pleasurable and blissful pleasure instantly coursing through her entire being.

"Ah...ah...I'm so embarrassed, ah...ah...I can't take it anymore, ah...I've come, I've reached orgasm, ah..." To Chen Junru's astonishment, Zhang Qishan only thrust forcefully a few times, perhaps less than a minute, when suddenly, it felt as if her vagina had burst open, as if something was about to gush out. Then, a powerful orgasm roared in, the ecstasy erupting like magma, copious amounts of vaginal fluid gushing forth like a spring.

Ah...so good! I'm melting... I'm too weak to even moan anymore. My rapid breathing grows softer and softer. Chen Junru sighs inwardly, her hands, which she had been covering her face with in shame, involuntarily reach out and, with a languid grace, embrace the back of the elderly man whose skin had become loose, caressing him passionately.

Her vagina, which had just reached its climax, writhed restlessly, as if lovingly gripping the thick penis inside. The thick penis seemed to swell, bringing her a feeling of fullness and satisfaction. Chen Junru tilted her head back slightly and let out a few soft, sweet murmurs.

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