Wife who was played with by an island nation

One day, while I was working, the phone rang again. I answered, and it was my mom again. I was getting a little impatient.
Me: "I'm busy! Get to the point!"
Mom: "Mr. XX! Don't rush me, just two sentences. I have a Japanese guy working in China! He's looking for a married woman to play with. I wonder if you're interested? Call me if you are. Goodbye." After hanging up, I thought to myself, "This mom is really professional. She's got me hooked!"
Friday arrived in a flash. After finishing my work, I remembered my mom. I casually called her and arranged a date with the Japanese guy on Saturday. I also asked if he spoke Chinese. The answer was yes.
So I started looking forward to tomorrow's date… To make a long story short, Saturday night arrived in the blink of an eye. My wife and I sat on the sofa, watching the drawn-out Korean drama my wife liked. I was a little absent-minded, wondering what the Japanese man would look like. If he looks as filthy as someone in an adult film, should I kick him out?
Turning my head, I noticed my wife seemed a little absent-minded today. Although she didn't show any expression, I knew she was also looking forward to it. (Note: I always arrange the clients; she doesn't know beforehand. Today is no exception—it's all about the thrill!) My wife doesn't usually like wearing makeup, and she was the same today. Even without makeup, she was still incredibly beautiful. A small rabbit hair clip was casually pinned to her long, smooth hair, making her face instantly more lively. Her playful and adorable appearance was captivating. Her clothes were also very casual; a white slip dress with black polka dots further accentuated her delicate, fair skin. The hem of the dress was short, and her white panties were faintly visible underneath. Coupled with her long, flawless legs, she was truly a natural beauty!
It was eight o'clock, and the doorbell, which I had been waiting for, still hadn't rung. I stood up anxiously and glanced at the clock.
I couldn't help but mutter, "That little Japanese devil, he's so damn unpunctual."
My wife suddenly stood up, surprised, and said to me, "You stinky husband! You big bad guy! How could you find me a Japanese man? I won't accept this!" She then pouted and ignored me.
I realized I'd let something slip and was trying to find a way to fix it. The doorbell rang. I was furious! But I had no choice but to take it one step at a time.
I went to the door and opened it, but before I could even see who it was, he gave me a deep 90-degree bow. "Hello! Mr. XX! I'm sorry to bother you. I was introduced by XX. Please take care of me!" I was startled, afraid of disturbing the neighbors.
I quickly pulled him inside. Once inside, I noticed this Japanese man was over 40 years old, less than 1.70 meters tall, and slightly overweight like most middle-aged men. His first impression was comical; he'd already bowed several times after just that one greeting.
Upon entering the living room, my wife stood there somewhat aloof from us, yet still maintaining a certain poise. The Japanese man, seeing her, trotted over and said, "Nice to meet you!" He then began bowing to her. Seeing his comical behavior, my wife couldn't help but burst into laughter.
The Japanese man, somewhat bewildered by her smile, complimented her, "Miss! You look so beautiful when you smile. It's an honor to meet you." He then began bowing again. Unexpectedly, he bowed too forcefully and fell face-first onto the floor in front of my wife. At this point, my wife and I couldn't hold back any longer and burst into laughter. My wife, exhausted from laughing, covered her mouth and slumped onto the sofa.
When we finally finished laughing, we noticed the Japanese man was still lying on the floor, just staring blankly at my wife on the sofa. My wife then realized that in her laughter, her white panties had inadvertently peeked out from under her skirt,
causing the Japanese man's bewilderment. Her face flushed red, and she quickly pulled down her skirt, looking at me anxiously.
I went over and helped the Japanese man up, and he finally came to his senses. He repeatedly apologized and even bowed.
I was really scared of him, so I pressed him down onto the sofa and said, "Friend! There's no need for so much formality. This is China; we don't care about those empty gestures. As long as you genuinely respect others, you don't need those formalities." The Japanese man sat on the sofa for a while, then said to me in slightly broken Chinese, "I'm sorry! I've made you laugh." After saying that, he looked at my wife sitting awkwardly beside him and said, "You're so beautiful! It's my honor to meet you." My wife smiled at him, then glared at me. I knew she was still upset with me because she disliked Japanese men. But my desire was uncontrollable, and I absolutely wouldn't waste this opportunity to satisfy my slightly perverse desires.
My wife was a little angry that I ignored him. She stood up, and with a charming smile, gently said to the Japanese man, "Hello! Please come with me." Then, without looking back, she walked towards the bedroom. The Japanese man smiled at me, somewhat bewildered. Clutching my small bag, I hurried after my wife inside. After the Japanese man went in, she slammed the door shut. In that instant, I saw her give me a defiant look. Though it was just a glance, I knew she was retaliating in her own way. A mix of emotions welled up inside me. I'd made my wife do something she didn't want to do because of my selfish desires. For a moment, I felt like a complete scoundrel.
But a masochistic streak and curiosity compelled me to listen intently to what was happening inside. After a moment of silence, I heard the Japanese man speaking broken Chinese to my wife in hushed tones. But I couldn't make out what they were saying.
I got up and tiptoed to the door. I pressed my ear against it, but still couldn't hear anything. A surge of jealousy welled up inside me; I wanted to kick the door open. Then I looked up and saw the window above the door, and I couldn't help but slap myself. My brain had been clouded by lust; couldn't I have just moved a chair over?
I hurriedly moved it over and gently stepped on it. Finally, I saw inside. My wife lay on her back on the bed with her eyes closed, her clothes completely stripped off. Only her white panties remained, covering her last line of defense. The purple bedspread accentuated her fair, rosy skin; she was simply stunning! Only the Japanese man beside her was superfluous, ruining the beauty.
Then, the Japanese man began kissing my wife. First her lips, then down to her small, rabbit-like breasts. The moment the Japanese man kissed her breasts, my wife whimpered with passion. Her legs clamped tightly together as the Japanese man further groped her breasts. This scene was all too familiar; I knew my wife must be soaking wet. I thought jealously, "This little slut hates Japanese men, doesn't she? Hates them, yet she's so horny!" Just as I was filled with jealousy, I suddenly realized my wife had seen me through the window.
A panic gripped me, and I was about to run away when I realized my wife wasn't moving. The moans grew louder, and she provocatively tightened her grip on his head, which was moving against her chest. Encouraged, the Japanese man moved even more vigorously, adding a touch of realism to his wife's slightly affected cries. (His wife used to be a telephone operator; one can imagine the seductive sound she uttered when she woke up.) I felt a surge in my groin, pressing uncomfortably against my pants.
After a while, the Japanese man kissed his way down from his wife's breasts. He gently pulled down her panties, revealing a neat tuft of playful pubic hair. I clearly felt the Japanese man pause; I knew he was admiring his wife's beautiful vulva. After a moment, he tentatively opened his wife's legs.
Her vulva was already wet, and the Japanese man suddenly thrust his head down, licking deeply. From my angle, I could only see his head buried between his wife's legs. If before, his wife's cries were half-real,
now she was crying out involuntarily. She gripped the Japanese man's head tightly, her body trembling and shaking violently like a snake. Those defiant eyes no longer bothered to look at me. The obscene scene and my wife's ecstatic cries were amplified infinitely by my sight and hearing.
My heart was filled with jealousy, lust, and a sense of masochism!
Gradually, the Japanese man, aroused by his wife's body, also became frenzied. He lifted his head off her, quickly stripped off his clothes, and beneath his slightly overweight body stood a pitifully small penis. I measured it with my eyes; although erect, it was only about 10 centimeters long. I smiled contemptuously. No wonder the Japanese invented so many perverted devices. They make up for what they lack from birth with labor! Haha!
The Japanese man straddled the bed, adjusted his position by holding his wife's legs, and entered her. I could clearly feel that his wife's moans were much weaker than before, just whimpering. I thought she must have sensed his insignificance. The Japanese man, panting heavily, moved vigorously on his wife, his movements mingling with her languid moans.
After about ten minutes, the Japanese man ejaculated after a frenzied series of thrusts. I felt no jealousy, only pity. Haha! Unexpectedly, my wife saw my contemptuous expression and glared at me fiercely. She whispered something to the Japanese man, but I didn't hear it. The Japanese man suddenly sat up in bed, his post-ejaculation fatigue vanishing instantly.
He quickly opened his briefcase, took out a black blindfold, and gently put it on his wife. Just before the blindfold was on, she gave me a defiant look, as if to say, "Just you wait!" I was startled, but then thought, "I'm watching; what can this little Japanese guy do?" I decided to wait and see.
Next, the Japanese man took out handcuffs and cuffed his wife's hands behind her head. With her hands cuffed, her breasts protruded. Then, the Japanese man took out a gag (I'd seen it online; it had a hollow sphere in the middle with ropes on both sides), lifted his wife's chin, and gestured for her to open her mouth. He placed the gag in her mouth and fastened it behind her head, so she could neither see nor speak. Seeing this, my previously limp penis swelled up again. I watched the Japanese man's actions with eager anticipation.
The Japanese man then slowly took out a dildo from his bag, about 20 centimeters long and 45 centimeters thick. The dildo had many protrusions in the middle and several buttons. He whispered something to his wife, who nodded slightly without speaking. Then the Japanese man pressed a button, and the thick dildo slowly began to rotate. I was shocked. Could my wife's vagina handle something so thick? I really wanted to go in and beat him up, but my legs wouldn't obey me. The Japanese man
slowly brought the dildo closer to my wife's vagina, and I noticed her legs were tense.
The Japanese man carefully moistened the dildo with the semen at the entrance of my wife's vagina, and then gently but firmly thrust it into her vagina. I noticed my wife's legs clamping tightly together, but the Japanese man seemed to have anticipated this, grabbing one leg with one hand and using his other leg to support her leg. My wife's legs couldn't move. As the dildo went deeper, my wife's head shook violently, and she could only make muffled "oohs" sounds. Gradually, the tip of the dildo was fully inside her body, and her movements became even more violent. Her whole body trembled intensely.
The Japanese man began to thrust the dildo in and out, and my wife's moans grew louder. She was drenched in sweat, soaking a large patch of the bedsheet. After about forty or fifty thrusts, suddenly a stream of semen-like substance gushed out the moment he withdrew the dildo. My mind went blank. Was this my wife's squirting? While I was lost in thought, the Japanese man, while talking to my wife, began to untie her restraints. I quickly climbed off the chair and absentmindedly returned to the sofa.
After a while, the Japanese man, neatly dressed and carrying his bag, came out. I looked at him coldly. The Japanese man awkwardly put down the money, turned, and fled out of the room. The bedroom behind him was completely silent…
[The End]

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