I Love My Adulterous Wife Ya Wen - Chapter 17: Helplessness on a Long-Distance Sleeper Bus

After discussing with netizens, the initial plan is to write up to 20 episodes, and then write a third part, "I Love My Adulterous Wife Ya-wen - Prequel".
On Monday, as soon as I arrived at work, I went to Huang Shao's temporary office to find out what was going on. Huang Shao was still working at the company temporarily because his inspection tour was not yet over (at this time, Ya Wen had not officially resigned).
In the office, Huang Shao leisurely puffed on a cigar, glancing up at me. As if knowing what I was going to ask, he gestured for me to sit down and slowly recounted the events. It turned out that Qiu Hong was a poor orphan whom Director Huang had sponsored long ago, from elementary school all the way to university. Ten years ago, Qiu Hong's father, who depended on her for survival, fell seriously ill. Director Huang spent over 800,000 yuan on his medical treatment, but he still passed away. Qiu Hong vowed never to marry, repaying Director Huang with her body. Director Huang didn't say anything, only telling Qiu Hong about his son's peculiar fetish. Qiu Hong immediately understood, and from then on, she obeyed Huang Shao without question (hey, Qiu Hong was already used to being harassed on public transport; her sexual games with Huang Shao will be discussed in detail in the third part, "The Prequel to My Lovely Wife Ya Wen").
also belongs to Director Huang. Not long ago, Young Master Huang, looking for some amusement, had Qiu Hong film that little movie. During filming, perhaps due to a lack of attention to hygiene (note: sexual intercourse was not allowed during filming; only props, such as artificial penises, could be used), Qiu Hong experienced discomfort in her genitals and was rushed back to Jiangsong City to recuperate. Therefore, Ya Wen was arranged to reshoot the scene.
Li Jing had been an early employee of the film company for some time and was already married; her husband was frequently away on business trips. Although she knew about the company's big boss's philandering rumors, she never got involved. However, not long ago, when signing a large contract, a mistake was made with the amount (the other party's contract omitted a zero in the payment amount, which Li Jing didn't notice and signed without realizing it). The manager initially wanted Li Jing to bear all the consequences, but Huang Shao personally paid out 180,000 yuan to cover the shortfall. Li Jing was extremely grateful, and in the end, through a combination of persuasion and coercion, Huang Shao finally got her! (The process of how Li Jing was manipulated will be specifically described in the third part.)
When Huang Shao saw me sitting on the sofa in a daze, he smiled at me and asked, "How was the massage Li Jing gave you yesterday?"
I quickly said, "Very good, very good. Thank you, Mr. Huang." Actually, I wasn't very happy inside because I didn't know it was Li Jing; I thought it was that female masseuse from before. If I had known it was Li Jing, I would have already pinned her down and had my way with her. I texted Li Jing this morning, but she still hasn't replied, which makes me feel really awkward!
Huang Shao continued, "Now that you've entered this circle, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future. By the way, I'll arrange for you and Ya Wen to take a few days off, and Li Jing and I will also go to Jiangsong City to visit Qiu Hong and celebrate your joining."
I nodded quickly. Huang Shao was in a rush; he wanted Ya Wen and me to be in Songjiang City the next day. Since we couldn't get train tickets for that day, we had to take an overnight sleeper bus. Huang Shao was driving Li Jing there himself. I initially wanted to ask why he didn't take Ya Wen and me with him, but then I realized he probably planned to have sex in the car along the way. Ha!
In the afternoon, Ya-Wen and I rushed home to tidy up quickly. At 6:30 pm, we arrived at the long-distance bus station. This long-distance bus had double-row sleeper berths. To make it easier to chat, Ya-Wen and I lay down head to head on the upper berth in the middle of the carriage.
Before long, it was almost time to leave the train, and the only empty berth in the entire carriage was the one next to Ya-wen's feet. Just as the driver was about to close the door, a father and son boarded. The father was middle-aged, probably in his forties, thin and wiry, and judging from his clothes, he was a migrant worker. The son was about fifteen or sixteen years old, rather thin, and dressed reasonably well, but judging from his expression, he was a mischievous boy.
The driver told the middle-aged man that there was only one seat left and he should wait for the next trip. But the man insisted on getting on, saying he was in a hurry and that he and his son could share a berth.
After arguing for a while, the driver finally let them get on the bus. This migrant worker was probably a difficult one to deal with.
After the two arrived at their bunks, the migrant worker seemed quite docile, lying down and playing on his phone. His child, however, was very shrewd, spotting Ya Wen immediately. (Their heads were next to Ya Wen's feet; there was a low partition between the two bunks, only 5 centimeters high.)
Now let's talk about Ya-wen's outfit today: Because of the hot weather, Ya-wen wore a pair of 5D flesh-colored thin pantyhose on her legs, which not only perfectly accentuated her beautiful legs, but also made them look alluring and mysterious.
Worried about inconvenience on the journey, Ya-wen didn't wear a skirt today. Before leaving, she just grabbed a pair of denim shorts from the closet and put them on, but only then did she realize they were super short shorts, barely covering her buttocks. Ya-wen was about to change when I said we didn't have enough time and pulled her out the door.
The top was just a regular t-shirt.
The shoes were those pink sneakers, which I've now taken off and put under the lower bunk.
The older boy stared at Ya Wen's shapely legs in stockings for a long time, making Ya Wen feel embarrassed. (Normally, the reserved Ya Wen wouldn't refuse a man's lecherous gaze, but because of the large age gap, she wasn't interested in the boy, and with his father present, she felt awkward.)
As the child looked at her, she suddenly asked, "Auntie, what are those shiny things on your legs?"
Ya-Wen didn't know if the child genuinely didn't know or was doing it on purpose, so she could only answer, "It's socks."
Before Ya-Wen could finish speaking, the child reached out a small hand and stroked Ya-Wen's ankle.
Ya-wen was extremely embarrassed. First of all, the father was there, so it was not appropriate to directly reprimand the child. Moreover, she didn't know whether he was truly still a child at heart or just being lewd. So she could only pretend to smile and act as if she didn't care.
Seeing this, the child's father actually started disciplining him. He said to him, "Feifei, stop fooling around. Auntie needs to sleep." After saying that, he reached out and grabbed the child's hand, pulling it back. (I was observing from the side and noticed that when the father grabbed the child's hand, he deliberately touched Yawen's stockinged foot. Damn! Like father, like son. A pair of perverted father and son!)
The child stubbornly reached out to touch the stockings again, so the father grabbed the child's hand and took the opportunity to touch Ya Wen's silk-stockinged feet. This happened several times, and Ya Wen finally saw through her father's ulterior motives. She whispered, "Brother, it's okay. The child is just curious, let him take a look."
The child immediately grabbed Ya-Wen's stockinged ankles with both hands to show his victory. The father, on the other hand, rolled over and continued playing on his phone. Ya-Wen disliked this "naughty child" and looked down at the movie on her phone, ignoring him and hoping he would leave on his own after he finished making a fuss. But the child got more and more excited, stroking Ya-Wen's stockinged instep and sole, making her feel ticklish all over. Finally, the child's head was on Ya-Wen's bed, his mouth touching Ya-Wen's stockinged big toe, as if he wanted to kiss it.
While playing, the child asked Ya-wen, "Auntie, what are you playing on your phone?"
"Watching a movie."
"What movie? Is it good?" the child asked.
"It's great, Xiong Da Xiong Er's Treasure Hunt".
"Oh, is that it? I want to see it too, Auntie," the child pleaded innocently.
Ya-Wen was caught in a dilemma, glancing up at me. I didn't give her any hints. Perhaps thinking that watching a movie together was better than having her stockinged feet touched, Ya-Wen hesitated for a long time before finally nodding. The child leaped forward and immediately climbed to Ya-Wen's side. Ya-Wen gave the child her other earphone and watched the movie with him.
At first, the child was quite well-behaved, watching the movie attentively. As the movie progressed, perhaps Ya-wen got tired, and changed her position. Maybe she was used to being with me, but Ya-wen lifted one of her stockinged legs and draped it directly over the little boy's body. After doing so, Ya-wen was startled, immediately realizing something was wrong, and tried to pull her leg back, but not wanting to make the movement too sudden, she slowly withdrew her leg.
The lecherous boy noticed Ya Wen's movements and, before he could retract his hand, immediately placed it on Ya Wen's stockinged thigh. Ya Wen hurriedly tried to pull away, but the boy held on tightly. However, Ya Wen was stronger and managed to break free from the boy's grasp.
Then, Ya-wen got a little angry and let the child watch the movie by himself. She then turned her back to the child and pretended to sleep. After waiting for 4 or 5 minutes, she felt that the child behind her was not reacting. When she turned around, she saw that the older child was looking through her phone's photo album! Ya-wen got really angry, snatched the phone back, and said, "Go back now, I'm going to sleep."
The child chuckled, pulled his phone out of his pocket, and asked Ya-wen, "Auntie, what are these pictures?"
Upon closer inspection, Ya-Wen saw that they were all her own lewd photos: pictures of sex, pictures of her having sex with others, and nude photos she had taken herself. She was so angry she couldn't speak: "You, you..."
I was perfectly aware of what was going on. The kid knew everything; he'd actually used Bluetooth to transfer the lewd photos from Ya-Wen's phone to his own. The kid chuckled, picked up a thin blanket from the bedside and covered himself and Ya-Wen's legs, his hands already wandering under the blanket, stroking Ya-Wen's stockinged thighs. (The blanket was thin, making it easy to see what was happening underneath.)
Ya-wen didn't know how to deal with this delinquent boy, so she buried her head in the pillow, stopped talking, and let him touch her all over.
The child touched her thigh for a while, then pulled out one hand and boldly slipped it inside Ya-Wen's denim shorts from her navel. Ya-Wen quickly grabbed the child's hand through the shorts, but seeing he couldn't defeat her, the child pulled back and began to attack upwards from inside the leg of Ya-Wen's shorts. At this point, Ya-Wen could only protect her "key" areas, while the child's hand easily reached her silky buttocks.
Ya-Wen blushed crimson with shame, regretting letting a wolf into her home. But she couldn't shout or curse; the boy was only fifteen or sixteen, while she was over thirty. If she yelled, people would laugh at her, and the boy's father was also present, and he wasn't exactly a saint either—he might accuse her of seducing a young man! She had no choice but to endure the sexual harassment. A moment later, the boy withdrew his hands. Ya-Wen was puzzled. Glancing sideways, she saw the boy had unzipped his shorts, pulled out his penis (the size of which was no smaller than hers! It was already quite mature!), and began stroking it up and down with one hand while the other hand vigorously caressed Ya-Wen's stockinged legs.
Ya-Wen secretly hoped the baby would ejaculate quickly and end all this.
Thankfully, the child ejaculated after 5 or 6 minutes, spraying semen all over Ya-wen's leg. The child kissed Ya-wen's cheek, then pretended to be obedient and said, "Auntie, I'm done watching. Thank you, I'm going back now."
Ya-Wen nodded hurriedly. The child crawled back, whispered a few words to his father, and then fell asleep a little while later.
Ya-Wen finally breathed a sigh of relief. The annoying little brat was finally gone. It was quite late, and the car interior was dimly lit; most people were already asleep. Ya-Wen pulled the covers up and prepared to sleep. Just as she was about to drift off, Ya-Wen felt another hand slip under the covers and stroke her silk-clad feet. At first, Ya-Wen thought it was just another prank from the little brat and tried to ignore it, but something felt off. This hand was larger and rougher. Peeking closer, she realized it was the child's father's hand! ("Damn, father and son working together," I thought to myself as I watched.)
Ya-wen was a little annoyed. It was like a toad trying to eat swan meat; a mere migrant worker was having such wild fantasies. Then she forcefully pulled her foot back.
The migrant worker didn't continue; instead, he picked up his phone and started typing. Ya-Wen's phone beeped a moment later—a text message had arrived. I glanced at it; it read: "You little slut, my son just got your phone number. If you don't want your lewd photos leaked, you'd better behave yourself!"
Ya-Wen was on the verge of tears, having been taken advantage of by a 15-year-old boy and his father. Helpless, when the migrant worker's groping hands reached out again, she didn't flinch, letting him touch her.
The migrant worker touched Ya Wen from her calves to her thighs. As he touched her, he pulled Ya Wen's blanket aside, and Ya Wen had no way to resist.
At this moment, Ya-Wen received another text message. The migrant worker told Ya-Wen to take off her denim shorts.
Ya-wen was very reluctant because without a blanket to cover herself, she felt too exposed on the sleeper bus. Although the lights inside the bus were dim, anyone who looked up would definitely see everything.
Seeing Ya Wen hesitate, the migrant worker pinched her inner thigh without hesitation. Ya Wen shuddered and almost cried out. In the end, she had no choice but to take off her denim shorts (she wasn't wearing underwear, which benefited the migrant worker!).
The migrant worker drooled, grabbed Ya Wen's feet with both hands, and dragged her toward his bed. Ya Wen cooperated and moved toward him. In this way, Ya Wen's stockinged calves and beautiful feet were completely on the migrant worker's bed.
The migrant worker touched and kissed Ya Wen's pantyhose on her thighs and crotch. Because the pantyhose was very thin, it quickly tore at the crotch. The migrant worker made Ya Wen's legs form an M shape, leaned over, and stuck out his long tongue, plunging it into Ya Wen's vagina.
Ya Wen let out a soft moan. Already aroused from the previous teasing, her vagina was wide open, allowing the migrant worker's tongue to easily penetrate completely, then stirring vigorously inside. Waves of pleasure washed over her, and Ya Wen forgot her shame, closing her eyes to enjoy it. Her M-shaped legs spread wide, regardless of whether anyone would see them. The migrant worker's oral skills were indeed excellent; he stirred Ya Wen's vagina for a long time, causing her to gush with vaginal fluid. A moment later, the migrant worker began to nibble on Ya Wen's clitoris, making her buttocks almost completely arch, supporting her weight with her back and silk-clad legs, her hips swaying back and forth in rhythm with the migrant worker's movements.
Seeing that the time was right, the migrant worker stripped off his clothes and pounced on Ya Wen. Before Ya Wen could react, his thick penis plunged into her vagina with a "plop."
With this forceful thrust, Ya-Wen straightened her head, pointed her toes, and raised her M-shaped legs slightly to receive the migrant worker's subsequent piston-like movements. She whispered, "No."
The migrant workers continued their frenzied inspections. Ya Wen seemed to have forgotten she was being raped; the pleasure made her moans grow louder and louder. The migrant workers, no longer caring, increased the force of their assault on Ya Wen. Although they tried to be careful, the bed still occasionally creaked. The driver kept glancing back, but perhaps due to the angle, he didn't notice anything. I watched with bated breath, not surprised by the size of the migrant workers' penises or their skill, nor worried that Ya Wen was being abused, but terrified that if someone woke up and discovered their actions, Ya Wen would be gang-raped! And when they arrived in Jiangsong City, it wasn't just Qiu Hong who was experiencing discomfort in her genitals; Ya Wen was also suffering!
Fortunately, after a few minutes, the migrant worker began to vigorously thrust into Ya-wen. His thick penis swelled to 20 centimeters in length, with a large glans, and it looked like he was about to climax.
With each thrust, the migrant worker's buttocks rose high, his entire body pounding into Ya Wen like a pile driver. The bed creaked noticeably from the force. But the pre-orgasmic pleasure made them both reckless. Ya Wen looked on with pure enjoyment, only hoping he would last longer and thrust into her a few more times.
The bed creaked seven or eight times in a row. The migrant worker's penis was as hard as a steel pipe. On the ninth creak, his red and hot penis thrust forcefully into the depths of Ya Wen's uterus, ejaculating countless times. The migrant worker lay on top of Ya Wen, both of them panting heavily. Ya Wen's almond-shaped eyes were glazed, and she was covered in sweat. As the migrant worker's penis withdrew from Ya Wen's body, streams of white semen flowed from Ya Wen's vagina. The air was filled with a fishy, pungent smell.
After resting for a while, the migrant workers went back to their beds to sleep. Ya Wen felt too tired and sleepy, so she just pulled the blanket up and drifted off to sleep.
When Ya-Wen woke up the next morning, there weren't many people on the bus anymore, as it had stopped at several stations earlier. She glanced towards the foot of the bed; the annoying migrant worker father and son had already gotten off.
Suddenly, Ya-Wen noticed the man on the next bed staring at her. Looking down, Ya-Wen blushed crimson. The blanket only covered her upper body and lower abdomen; her perfect silk-stockinged legs were exposed, her thick pubic hair, partially hidden by pantyhose, and the ripped crotch was faintly visible. Ya-Wen quickly grabbed her shorts and put them on.
Just as Ya Wen finished tidying her clothes, the man opposite her said, "Hello, beautiful. Are you also getting off at Jiangsong City?" Ya Wen nodded. The man handed Ya Wen a business card and said, "Can we get to know each other? If you encounter any problems in Songjiang City, feel free to contact me. There's nothing I can't handle!"
Ya-Wen curiously took the business card and said, "Thank you." Then she took out her own business card from her bag and handed it to the other person as well.
After getting off the bus, I hurriedly asked Ya-wen for the business card. Ya-wen deliberately said to me, "Are you afraid I'll run off with someone else?"
I said, "Honey, I know you only love me."
Ya-Wen said, "That's more like it. I like hearing that." Then she handed me her business card.

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