Wife who accidentally exposed herself

On QQ, the avatar of an old classmate I hadn't contacted in a long time suddenly popped up. We were good friends in school, and he returned to his hometown after graduation.
At first, we chatted frequently on QQ and occasionally called each other, but as time went on, our work and lives completely diverged, and we gradually lost common topics, and things faded away.
He said he'd come to Nanjing for a couple of days this weekend, and of course, I was happy to oblige, telling him I'd treat him well. Then we chatted idly, exchanging a few words. Just then, my wife, wrapped in a towel after her shower, came over. "Which girl are you chatting with? I could hear your QQ beeping nonstop while I was showering." I explained what had happened, and my wife wasn't happy, thinking I was going to waste money again. She went to bed to watch TV.
My wife was drying her hair with a towel in her right hand, her left arm supporting her body as she lay on her side on the bed. Gravity accentuated the alluring cleavage along the top edge of the towel, and her wet hair hung messily over her chest. The short bath towel couldn't conceal my wife's alluring curves; half of her buttocks peeked out from the bottom edge, and a glimpse of dark skin could be seen deep within her fair thighs.
This temptation was irresistible. We exchanged phone numbers, agreed on a time, and I quickly logged off.
I leaped onto the bed. My kisses slowly traveled from her calves to her thighs, buttocks, and groin, gently covering her dark forest with my lips. My wife moaned softly.
My tongue pierced through the dark forest, reaching the depths of her paradise. My wife wiggled her hips, her moist lower body lightly brushing against my lips. I crawled on top of her, tearing open her towel, my hands groping her breasts, my body writhing against hers.
"Weren't you chatting with your classmate?... Ah!" I secretly exerted a little more force. "Weren't you going to warmly entertain her... Ah... How are you going to entertain... Ah... her?"
A wicked thought flashed through my mind...
We quickly finished our encounter. My wife seemed unsatisfied, but I wasn't in the mood. I pondered the next part of the story.
The night before the weekend, my wife and I were lying in bed watching TV. "I won't be having dinner with you tomorrow, a classmate is coming over." "Okay." "I might be home late tonight." "Okay." I looked at my wife, but she seemed reluctant to talk to me, her eyes glued to the TV. "He wants me to take two girls out to karaoke tonight." "Who?" My wife's voice was twice as loud, and she stopped watching TV, turning her head to me. "Colleagues, friends, anything is fine." "No way! Who knows what you'll be doing there?"
My wife stared at me intently, her eyes practically devouring me. "Then what should I do?" "I'll go!" My wife declared. "He said he'd take some young girls out, but he brought his wife instead! People will laugh at us!" "What should I do… it's definitely not going to work!" My wife was getting exasperated.
"Well... let me think." I pretended to pat my head. "Okay, I'll take you. Just say you're my colleague; he's never seen you before anyway."
"Hmm... okay." My wife seemed interested in my suggestion. "What does he want you to bring a young woman for?"
"Just to sing karaoke, drink, hug, and take advantage of her.
" "No way! I'm not going."
"You're not going?"
"I'm going!" My wife was a little incoherent.
"It's nothing, he wouldn't dare rape you in a karaoke bar, would he?" I chuckled and put my hand on her thigh, half-joking, half-comforting her.
At this moment, my wife's legs suddenly stiffened, standing straight up, motionless, and she stammered a little. "Just the three of us?" "Who else do you want to bring?" "No... well, is there anything wrong?"
"We haven't seen each other for years, and we probably won't see each other again. Let's sing karaoke, drink, and relax. What could possibly happen?"
My wife's legs slowly relaxed. My first sentence probably had the biggest effect on her; if they wouldn't see each other again, there would be no risk of being exposed. This kind of game is easy and fun to play.
"Dress nicely tomorrow." "I know..." My wife fell into deep thought.
The night passed without incident until dawn. I took an hour off work to pick up my classmate and treated him to dinner at a decent little restaurant. After many years, he had lost the simple innocence of his school days and kept talking incessantly. He talked about how much potential his company had, how far-sighted the boss was, and how he would definitely lead the company to a new level. His performance was off-putting; in the end, he was just a low-level salesman, earning less than a third of what I made. I listened to him the whole time, nodding and smiling. If we weren't classmates for so many years, I would have been sarcastic; if he weren't such a bad person, I would have ended the game.
It's just a game, why take it so seriously? Let's leave the unpleasant feelings behind and have some fun.
Finally, I suggested we go sing karaoke and find a cute girl to liven things up. He was overjoyed and kept asking what she looked like.
After leaving the restaurant, I called my wife and told her to come over quickly. When we arrived at the karaoke bar, I called my wife again to tell her the room number. She said she had just left. I sang two songs, but my classmate seemed distracted, constantly glancing out the window. After I finished singing, I didn't receive a single applause, and he started urging me to call again. Okay, call, my wife said she'd arrived.
He pretended to be calm, selected a song, and kept glancing out the window as he sang. The door opened, and my wife walked in. I was stunned, and so was he. My wife's outfit today was both innocent and sexy, sexy yet refreshingly elegant; innocent yet alluring. She wore a short, silk floral print skirt, a white wide-necked T-shirt, and her left shoulder was mostly exposed, the black bra strap highlighting her snow-white shoulder—incredibly seductive. I let my wife in, and a fragrant scent wafted over—the intoxicating allure of Burberry.
Light pink lipstick and black eyeshadow—clearly, my wife had put a lot of thought into her appearance. After a brief introduction, I sat at the song selection desk, and my wife sat between us.
I booked a mini-room. The sofa was cramped, and the three of us huddled together. My classmate enthusiastically poured us drinks, acting like he was the host.
"Are you married?" he asked, leaning his glass against my wife's bare shoulder. "Um..." My wife was clearly taken aback by the question and hesitated for a moment. She turned to look at me. "Yes." "Haha, what's there to be embarrassed about? Come on, let's drink." My classmate was excited; he clearly thought my wife was attracted to his handsome appearance and was keeping her married status a secret. Actually, in this kind of situation, men don't care whether a woman is married or not; the key is how to get her into bed.
After two drinks, my wife's face flushed slightly, looking alluring in the dim light. It had been a while since anyone sang, so I suggested my classmate sing a song. He readily agreed, standing up to give a heartfelt performance.
"You look so sexy today," I whispered in my wife's ear. “You can be even sexier.” Taking advantage of my classmate’s inattention, I pulled my wife’s collar, which was drooping over her left shoulder, back to her chest. The wide collar hung down naturally, revealing a deep cleavage.
"Are you crazy!" My wife turned to look at me, glaring at me. She made no attempt to pull her clothes back up, glanced down at me, leaned over, picked up a wine glass from the coffee table, and took a small sip. This series of actions was clearly an attempt to mask her panic; she wanted others to see her sexy side, but didn't want me to think she was so lewd. The song ended, and my classmate turned and sat down. "Bravo!" My wife and I clapped simultaneously. I turned to look at my classmate, glancing at my wife as well. My classmate was also staring at her, and my wife smiled at him while clapping. From our angle, looking down her neck, my wife's breasts swayed from side to side with her arm movements, and my classmate's lustful gaze remained fixed on them. "Come on, let's have another one," I said, breaking the ambiguous atmosphere. Then my classmate suggested my wife sing another song. After hesitating for a while, she finally stood up.
Because of sitting for so long, the hem of my wife's floral mini-skirt was slightly upturned; it was already very short, and I could even see the edge of her underwear. My classmate clearly hadn't missed this golden opportunity either. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him leaning back on the sofa, his eyes glued to the depths of my wife's short skirt. From his angle, the view beneath was completely unobstructed. The song ended; my wife sang for five minutes, and he watched for a full five minutes.
"Great!" my classmate clapped. My wife was delighted. "I'll pour you some drinks." She bent down and picked up the bottle. With her movement, the back of her skirt rode up considerably, instantly revealing her sheer silk panties. Her white buttocks shone brightly beneath the panties, the depths of her private area shrouded in black.
Looking at my classmate, I noticed a noticeable bulge in his genitals.
"I'm going to the restroom," my wife said, picking up her bag and leaving the room.
"Your colleague's really horny!" my classmate said with a lewd grin. "I saw her pubic hair just now, a lot of it, she must have a strong sex drive. Did you see it?"
"I didn't notice," I said, feigning regret.
"Come on, haha, I saw you staring at her butt earlier," my classmate grinned lewdly at me. "Seriously, her breasts are huge, jiggling back and forth, I really want to grab them." His words clearly worked on me; I felt a physical reaction, and I really wanted to drag my wife back and have some fun with her. My wife
came back, and my classmate clung to her, constantly urging her to drink. My wife had adapted to the environment, responding to him half-heartedly. No one paid attention to me, so I ordered a few songs and started singing.
When I finished and turned around, my classmate had his right hand on my wife's shoulder, his left hand holding a wine glass, urging her to drink and chatting. Suddenly, a surge of jealousy welled up inside me, but it was instantly replaced by lust. After
I sat down, the three of us drank two more glasses of wine, and the alcohol made me a little dizzy. I was a bit drunk, leaning my head against the sofa and closing my eyes. "What's wrong?" my wife turned around and asked with concern. "I'm a little dizzy, I'm going to lie down for a bit." I had drunk at dinner, and then quite a bit more here; I'm not a heavy drinker to begin with, and now I really did have a headache.
My wife called the waiter over with a cup of tea and handed it to me. At that moment, I was suddenly touched by her thoughtfulness and wanted to take her away from that place immediately. Closing my eyes, the image of my wife's swaying breasts and snow-white buttocks immediately flashed
before my eyes. Many things were mixed together at that moment, making me feel dizzy and disoriented. In my half-asleep state, I seemed to see my wife's hands on the coffee table, my classmate lifting her skirt and tearing off her underwear, my wife wiggling her buttocks to accommodate his advances. Her breasts were squeezed and deformed in his hands, accompanied by intense moans that echoed in my mind.
I was suddenly awakened by something, and my wife wasn't beside me.
"How long have I been asleep?" I asked my classmate groggily.
"I don't know, maybe half an hour."
"Oh, where is she?"
"She went to the bathroom, just now."
"Oh." I took a sip of water and lit a cigarette.
"Her breasts are so big," my classmate said, looking at me and lighting a cigarette as well.
“Didn’t I just say that? You even said you wanted to rub it. Heh, you pervert.”
“I touched it.”
“Huh?” I suddenly didn’t know what to say.
“Big, firm, and very elastic, those nipples feel… oh my, heh.” My classmate took a deep drag on his cigarette, closed his eyes slightly, and slowly exhaled the smoke, seemingly enjoying it.
“As soon as I put her nipple in my mouth, she couldn’t take it anymore.”
“You…you…kissed her…wasn’t she wearing a bra?”
“Black, I took it off, she didn’t want to at first, heh.”
“And then?”
“And then? Then when I touched her, she was soaking wet, completely wet.” He put his legs up on the coffee table, exhaled two smoke rings, and spoke with a hint of smugness.
“Did she take off her underwear too?”
“No, her underwear felt nice, very comfortable to touch. By the way, she told me not to tell you, and you shouldn’t ask her either.”
“Of course I won’t ask, how can I ask about something like that?” I said dismissively.
"I need to go to the restroom too, my hands are all...hehe." He had just
stood 　　up
when 　　... Her snow-white legs, concealed by a sexy short skirt, stirred my restless hand. I slowly felt the warmth of her thighs with the back of my hand. She didn't move, her eyes fixed straight ahead. 　　I leaned my head slightly towards her hairline, my left hand sliding down her armpit, my fingers lightly touching her heaving breasts. As my fingers pressed harder, her breasts swayed rhythmically. 　　My gaze followed the black bra strap down, to her breasts, which had just been teased and sucked by another man, swaying from side to side. My right hand slowly moved upward, lifting her skirt, placing my hand on her still slightly damp silk panties, feeling the warmth emanating from them. 　　My wife remained motionless, her limbs stiff. My fingers slipped between her tightly closed legs, moving from her inner thighs upward, gliding over her buttocks, pausing briefly, until they reached the depths of her groin. My fingers swirled here, from one finger to two. 　　"Ah!" With the movement of my knuckles, two fingers instantly sank into the swamp of the jungle; without the barrier of her panties, they might have been swallowed whole in an instant. 　　"Ah!" My wife was aroused again. Having her most private parts violated by two men in one night—even the most virtuous woman couldn't remain unmoved. She was wet again, thoroughly wet. Her hands trembled, the water in the teacup flowing down her slender fingers, dripping onto her thighs, down her inner thighs, drop by drop, until it hit the ground. 　　"It wouldn't be good if someone saw," my wife said, pulling out a tissue and gently wiping her sexy legs.

"Hmm." Actually, I knew she wasn't afraid of others seeing, but rather afraid of him seeing. Just ten minutes ago, this usually dignified and proud woman sat on this very seat, right in front of her husband, letting someone lift her T-shirt, undo her bra, and wantonly fondle her breasts. A surge of jealousy rose instantly. But a game is a game. To continue playing, one must consider the bigger picture. Didn't I also experience unprecedented passion? Passion comes at a price.
I released my wife's soft body and obediently sat to the side. "What song do you want to sing? I'll pick one for you."
"My throat is a little hoarse, you sing." My wife seemed a little tired, leaning back on the sofa.
While I was picking a song, he returned.
"Why aren't you singing? Waiting for me?" He seemed very excited, and his spirits were particularly high.
"Yes, what song do you want to sing? I'll pick one for you." I kept my eyes on the karaoke machine, not even looking up as I answered him.
He sat back on the sofa, his right hand naturally resting on my wife's shoulder. My wife slightly twisted her body, pulling her hand away from his. He placed his hand on hers again, and his wife turned her head towards him, gently pushing him away. I didn't see their exchange of glances. However, in such a small private room, these subtle movements were hard to miss.
"Let's sing a duet," he said to his wife with a grin.
"My voice is hoarse, I can't sing," his wife said, sitting between us, seemingly a little uncomfortable.
"Sing one, you haven't sung much all night," I said to my wife. "
Come on, come on. I'll sing anything you can," he said, standing up gentlemanly and extending his hand to invite his wife.
His wife glanced at me again, and I gave her a smile.
In this situation, she couldn't possibly stay still any longer. She picked up the microphone and stood up, completely ignoring his gentlemanly hand. He seemed embarrassed, perhaps also puzzled, that the woman who had just been intimate with him had suddenly become so cold.
After the song ended, neither of them performed very well, seemingly a little distracted. When they returned to their seats, he suddenly grabbed his wife's hand and kissed it. My wife was also startled, quickly turning to look at me, her expression somewhat flustered.
"You sang really well," he said, releasing her hand and addressing us.
I knew he was just trying to prove what he'd told me earlier wasn't false; this woman was only being cold to him because of my presence, while he had already won her heart.
"Not bad, not bad," I clapped, simultaneously easing the awkwardness and my wife's unease.
We sat down and drank a couple more glasses. Having just slept and experienced such passion, the effects of the alcohol had worn off considerably.
He stayed close to my wife, and the three of us chatted and drank. As we talked, his hand seemed to wander again, casually resting on my wife's thigh.
My wife, fearing he might do something rash like before, simply crossed her legs, causing his hand to slip to the side. My wife's forbearance seemed to embolden him, and his hand slowly moved towards her groin.
My wife didn't dare resist much, only placing her hands on her crossed legs and leaning forward to block more of my view. He seemed to be deliberately trying to impress me, his actions becoming increasingly bold, forcing my wife to lean forward even further. One was trying desperately to hide, the other to perform; though the drinking and chatting continued, no one was in the mood to sing anymore. The three-person karaoke room was filled with a lewd atmosphere.
His hands continued their actions, his head almost resting on my wife's shoulder, while she only moved slightly closer to me. The mini-room was already cramped, and now the three of us were practically pressed together. He kept attacking, my wife kept enduring, and I had absolutely no reason to break the tension.
This position, which seemed very strange to outsiders, didn't seem wrong to us at all; each of us, with our own thoughts and reasons, maintained the situation.
My wife leaned forward even further, her already wide neckline exposing her entire breasts to the air. Because she was wearing a sexy half-cup bra, and because of our previous alternating assaults on her breasts, the edges of her black bra were faintly revealing her red areolas. Clearly, he noticed too. He rested his head lightly on his wife's left shoulder, and I rested mine on her right. We both focused our gazes on that blush. Her already full breasts, squeezed together by our combined pressure on her arms, were almost bursting out. That deep cleavage stretched upwards from the junction of the two cups… His hands were moving faster, and from my angle, I couldn't see how far he had gone. But from my wife's dazed eyes and increasingly heavy breathing, I could tell that her most intimate parts were being violated by a man once again.
I pretended to reach for a tissue, lifting myself up to grab it. Just as I reached for it, I glanced back. He seemed to know my intention, smiling at me and deliberately lifting my wife's buttocks so I could see her more clearly. My wife obediently lifted one side of her buttocks, her short skirt already pulled up to her waist on that side. His hands, encased in transparent panties, explored the dark forest beneath, two fingers already deeply embedded, moving in and out. No wonder my large movements went unnoticed. She was already lost in passion, like a female animal in heat. The mere intrusion of fingers was no longer enough; she needed the fullness of a large object filling her body, she needed that feeling of fulfillment.
His hands continued, his lips close to her earlobe, his slightly heavy breathing eliciting soft moans from her. She had completely lost control; she closed her eyes, not even trying to stop his hands from unhooking her bra. His hands slipped through her T-shirt, stroking her smooth back, and with that gentle movement, her breasts sprang out. Through the wide neckline of the white T-shirt, the black bra cups could no longer conceal her nipples, the pink nipples lightly rubbing against the white fabric. Without the restraint of her bra, her breasts bounced wildly in the air, the slightly rough fabric bearing the intense impact of her smooth, white breasts. His hand, having unhooked the bra, slowly reached out from under her armpit. His large hand broke through the barriers, tightly grasping one breast, squeezing, deforming, squeezing again, deforming once more. The pink nipple squeezed between his middle and ring fingers, held tightly between them.
His left hand continued its piston-like motion, while his right hand relentlessly squeezed the white breast, each squeeze accompanied by a deep moan. He lifted both breasts simultaneously, pressing them inwards, the nipples pressed tightly together, his palms rubbing them incessantly, followed by frantic pressing.
"Ah..." his wife let out a long moan, accompanied by violent trembling.
A woman reaching orgasm with another man in front of her husband—how unbelievable! Yet, it had truly happened.
My wife's face was flushed, her eyes still slightly closed. Through the wide collar of her dress, her breasts were still heaving. The man's right hand held one of them; his earlier frenzy had subsided, and he seemed to be simply savoring its texture and weight.
She gently pushed away his hand, still keeping her eyes closed. She didn't have the courage to open them, afraid to see herself in such a disheveled state. She bit her lower lip lightly, her hands clenched tightly together.
"I'm going to the restroom," I said, feeling the need to break the awkward silence.
"Me too," my wife quickly stood up, grabbed her bag, and headed for the door.
He quickly stood up and grabbed her arm.
"What?" she asked, struggling to stay inside.
"I have something to tell you," he said, pulling her back to his chest like a lamb.
Should I pull my wife back from him? But the situation didn't allow me much time to think. With a heavy heart, I walked straight out the door.
I stood outside for about ten seconds, but my wife didn't come out. "What are they doing? What if he raped my wife? Has he already penetrated her?" In those few seconds, all sorts of thoughts rushed through my mind. I couldn't help but peek through the window in the door.
He was holding my wife from behind, his hands moving inside her T-shirt, his hard penis pressing tightly against her soft buttocks. My wife was resisting, her hands gripping his tightly, trying to stop him from going any further. His hands were still moving, his lips pressed against my wife's earlobe. This time she didn't pull away, and seemed to say something to him. He slowly released his hold on my wife, and I quickly turned around and took two steps forward.
After a few seconds, my wife pushed the door open and came out.
"Why didn't you save me just now!" My wife was furious as soon as she saw me.
"Which time?" I lit a cigarette.
"Well...well..." My wife suddenly lost her earlier arrogance. "Honey, actually...actually...it's not like that."
"What is it?"
I looked into her eyes, my tone softening, but my gaze sharp. She seemed flustered, deliberately avoiding my gaze.
"Let's go somewhere else." I noticed several waiters standing nearby; after all, this kind of topic wasn't suitable for public discussion.
Taking advantage of the fact that no one was looking, I quickly pulled my wife to a luxurious private room. We had been here before for company gatherings, and I had noticed that no one was in the restroom when we passed by earlier.
There was a separate restroom inside. I pulled my wife inside and locked the door.
I hugged my wife from behind, just like others had done to her earlier, pressing my hard penis tightly against her soft buttocks. The difference was, she didn't resist. She knew my intention in bringing her here, and she clearly knew what I was going to do to her. She cooperated by rising on her tiptoes, sticking her buttocks up, and slightly twisting to meet my movements.
I slipped my hands under her T-shirt, brushing past her waist. Her bra wasn't fastened properly, still in the position of someone who had violated her. My hands easily bypassed her defenses, touching her nipples, my palms curved, tightly grasping her breasts.
"What did he just say to you?"
"He told me to come with him." She braced herself against the wall, her head buried between her arms.
"And then?"
"He wouldn't let me leave if I didn't agree."
"So you agreed?" I lifted her short skirt with one hand.
"Um... um... actually, it wasn't really an agreement." My wife hesitated.
"Say it." My hand moved between her legs, her panties sticky.
"I said I'd talk about it later, but he wouldn't let me go, so I agreed. Actually... actually... I didn't really agree in my heart."
What did she mean by not really agreeing in her heart? She clearly desperately wanted it. Women can really pretend. Suddenly, a wave of jealousy surged through me. But in this situation, the jealousy mixed with desire actually excited me, my pants almost bursting.
I released her and quickly pulled off her panties.
"What happened today?" I asked, exploring her pubic area.
"I don't know. I couldn't control myself... Honey, I really didn't mean to." My wife turned to look at me, her eyes seemingly apologetic. "Actually, it was when you were asleep..." My wife turned back, returning to her previous position. "He kept urging me to drink, rubbing his glass against my chest. I couldn't get angry, after all, he's your classmate."
"Spread your legs." My wife obediently spread her legs, allowing me to invade her private area. "And then?" I continued to ask her.
"Then, then he took advantage of it and touched me..."
"Where did he touch you?" I unzipped my pants. Her words, "touched me," sounded so pitiful, reigniting my lust.
"He touched my legs, I pushed him away, but then I was afraid it would be awkward if you woke up, so I let him."
"Hmm, continue." I found the right spot and gently slid into that bottomless abyss.
"He touched my thighs, touched my breasts, and even unhooked my bra. Mmm... Husband, hurry up, ah!" A night of teasing finally culminated in this moment, and my wife lost control once again.
"He lifted my clothes, touched me, and kissed me. Ah! Husband." My wife grabbed my hand and squeezed her breasts. "He kissed your wife's nipples, husband, he even licked them.
Husband, hurry up, husband..." At this point, she had completely lost her mind. She would do this sometimes, but today, this moment came especially quickly.
I sped up.
"He's on top of me, husband, he's on top of your wife. He wants to do me, husband."
"Will you let him?" My wife's words excited me to the extreme, and I frantically increased my speed.
"Let! Let! Husband, I'll let you both do it together." My wife turned her head and kissed me, kissing me passionately.
I held her waist and moved wildly, her breasts rising and falling with each thrust.
"Ah!" My wife's whole body was burning hot, and a high-pitched moan heralded her second orgasm of the night.
I slowed down, sharing the moment with her; she was trembling.
"Honey, hold me."
I stopped moving, hugged her tightly from behind, and kissed her…
I went back to the private room first. My classmate sat on the sofa, leisurely smoking and drinking.
"So long? Did you go to the bathroom… hehe… by yourself… hmm?" My classmate smiled smugly at me.
I ignored him and sat back down.
"Exciting today, huh? This woman is really…" He paused, then suddenly moved closer to me, grinning mischievously, "Tell me honestly, have you… slept with her?"
"Huh? Of course not!"
"Really? Hehe…" He kept smiling at me.
"Let's call it a day?" I took a sip of my drink. "It's getting late, and… besides, it'll be hard to get along with colleagues later." I admit, at this moment, I hesitated. After venting, I was much more clear-headed, and the thought of giving my lovely wife away was truly painful.
"Wait, what time is it? Everyone's just getting into the swing of things." He seemed a little anxious, moving closer to me again. "You know what? She just agreed to come with me."
"Really?" I looked at him with feigned surprise.
"Of course." He regained his smug expression.
"Then I should go even more."
"Don't you want to try this sexy, soft body?" He made a gesture while revealing a lewd smile.
"I do want to, but..." Before I could finish speaking, the door was pushed open, and my wife floated in like a fairy, her floral dress swaying from side to side with her two fair legs. Her slightly flushed cheeks, paired with light lipstick, and her long black hair draped over her delicate pink shoulders, she walked gracefully, and a captivating fragrance wafted towards me.
"Why did you take so long?" He looked at her affectionately and made way for her.
"Just touched up my makeup," my wife said with a smile, without the slightest hint of awkwardness.
Sometimes, I really admire women. They can be dignified and elegant, then instantly transform into a seductive vixen; they can make you feel unattainable, then in the blink of an eye, they can put on a pitiful and endearing act. She can make a man feel like he can easily have her, yet she can walk away at any time; to me, her husband, she can satisfy my needs anytime, anywhere, yet I feel insecure and anxious. My husband and I both coveted this woman. He was attracted to her beauty and body, while I craved novelty, excitement, and a lifelong emotional connection. Can one have both?
My wife sat between us again. He kept showering her with attention, but she just smiled and brushed him off, occasionally gently pushing away his hands that tried to grope her. We sat there, chatting idly, the time passing by.
"Are you hungry?" he asked, placing his hand on her shoulder again.
“Okay, let’s go get something to eat.” My wife stood up, ready to leave. Her action surprised us both. But then, a thought struck me, and I quickly said, “Let’s go get something to eat.” She looked at me with a smile, then said, “I’m so glad you’re here.” “Okay, bottoms up.” My wife finished her drink in one gulp, picked up her bag, went to the door, and turned to look at us.
“Okay, okay, bottoms up!” He also downed his drink.
I don't know who could hold their liquor better, but I was definitely not in their league. But there was nothing I could do at the moment, so I drank it all down.
Stepping out of the KTV, I felt dizzy, a familiar feeling washing over me again. I staggered to the flowerbed, but just dry heaved, unable to vomit anything.
"Are you alright?" they asked, supporting me on either side.
"I'm fine...I'm fine...really fine."
"Should I take you home?" my wife asked with concern.
"You can't manage alone. Why don't we take him home together?"
"No need, I'm really fine."
"It's okay, I can take him home by myself." My wife knew that if he came to our house, everything would be exposed. Even if he didn't come in, where would she go after dropping me off?
"How about this, let's go to my room, we'll buy something to eat upstairs. Okay?" We couldn't refuse this suggestion at the time; it was the best solution out of necessity.
"The hotel is just ahead, a few steps away." They helped me walk slowly forward.
I went into the room and collapsed onto the bed, my head spinning, not even wanting to open my eyes.
"Rest for a bit, we'll go buy something to eat." He pulled his wife towards the door.
"You go ahead, he's had too much to drink, I'll watch him."
"I can't carry all this stuff, you should come with me."
"I'm not going." "Go ahead."
"Go ahead, go ahead, I'm fine." My head was already throbbing, and their back-and-forth made me even more irritable.
"Are you really okay?" my wife asked with concern.
"Yes. Go ahead, get me a Coke."
"Okay, if your head hurts, wash your face." My wife pulled the blanket up over my stomach. "Don't get cold again, what else do you want to eat?"
"Nothing, just Coke is fine."
"Okay, we're leaving then."
"Turn off the light, it's too bright."
"Okay, we'll be right back, you rest."
My wife's concern warmed my heart; those few words of nagging were more precious than ever.
Suddenly, my mind cleared, and the drunkenness subsided considerably.
Will he touch his wife inappropriately? He definitely will! Will she resist? I don't know. What if he forces himself on her…? His wife's frail body is no match for him. No? There are so many people on the street. He'll kiss her! Will she accept? Will she cooperate? She's dressed so sexily, he'll easily get his way! What's wrong with a touch? Suddenly, images of him groping her flashed through my mind again, his hands wantonly playing with my wife's full breasts; his hands groping and thrusting inside her panties.
If he hugged her from behind like I do, would she also so easily pull down her panties, letting him penetrate her completely…? Thinking of this, I shamefully became aroused. With
a jolt, I sat up abruptly in bed.
Using the light streaming in from the window, I observed the layout of the room: a rectangular room with two sofas and a round table on the left, placed side-by-side against the window. In the middle was a large bed, on the right was the bathroom, and directly in front were a TV cabinet and a dressing table.
Looking at my disheveled hair and haggard face in the mirror, I felt increasingly ashamed. My beautiful wife was with another man, and I could remain so indifferent. Frustrated, I got out of bed, lit a cigarette, and sat on the sofa. Looking out the window, I saw several food stalls open for business. My room was on the second floor, so I could clearly see what was happening below. "Will they buy something here? Probably," I thought to myself.
I checked my watch; it was exactly 11 o'clock. More than three hours had passed since my wife entered the KTV room, and so much had happened in those short three hours—all my fault. I wanted my wife to become a seductress, to fully display her allure to other men; I always thought I could accept it completely. But with the reality before me, I hesitated. If I weren't drunk, I would have definitely ended this game.
I took a few deep drags on my cigarette by the window. Puffs of smoke swirled and danced in the air, clinging tightly to the cold glass before spreading out again through the window cracks… Wait! It's them! Why did it take so long? Did something happen? I jolted awake and peered down. A gentle breeze
ruffled my wife's short skirt, revealing glimpses of her fair thighs. Her low-cut T-shirt exposed her white shoulders, the black bra strap gleaming brightly in the night.
They walked side-by-side, not arm in arm, not around the waist; aside from the occasional brush of their arms, there was virtually no physical contact.
I breathed a sigh of relief. They must have searched high and low before finding the food street behind the hotel; they certainly weren't doing anything shady.
My wife's sexy outfit certainly attracted the attention of the surrounding diners; most of the men's eyes were fixed on her. My wife's full hips and slender waist were dazzling under the streetlights, her two full breasts rising and falling with the rhythm of her high heels.
He should have been very proud, all the eyes of men were on the woman beside him; she should have been very proud, all the men were infatuated with her.
They found a table by the roadside and sat down. He leaned on the table, staring at my lovely wife; she held the menu, her face beaming; the waiter, bending over, peeked through her wide neckline, still reluctant to leave even after they had finished ordering.
He was teasing her, and she kept giggling as she looked at his face. Meanwhile, a man was trying to make her laugh, but the man was actually quite smitten. I don't know if it was the alcohol or what I saw, but my face felt hot and my head ached. I got up and went to the bathroom to wash my face and clear my head.
I went into the bathroom and didn't dare turn on the light, I don't know why. Was I afraid they'd know I was awake and miss a passionate scene? Actually, they couldn't possibly know which window was our room. At that moment, my thoughts were a mess, this chaotic feeling constantly haunting me. Reason was battling with desire. The tap was running, and I buried my face in it, hoping the cold water would extinguish all my thoughts. I didn't want to think, I didn't have the energy to think. I just wanted to lie on the bed and sleep until dawn. I didn't want to know anything; what was meant to happen would happen. I just wanted to get far away from all of this.
However, I was wrong. I didn't need to think. That window kept tempting me, like a magnetic field drawing my nerves. Those few minutes felt like an eternity.
I couldn't help but return to that sofa, that window… Ah? They were kissing!
He was caressing her waist, she was wrapped around his neck, they were pressed tightly together. His hands roamed over her body, she was enjoying his tenderness.
I went to the bathroom, I missed many details. Who initiated it? It must have been him. Did she resist? How long did they kiss? We'll never know. In those few minutes, I missed so much, including a chance to truly understand my wife.
I hid behind the curtains, watching them. The room was completely dark, and even though I knew they couldn't see me, I still covered most of my body with the curtains.
They kept kissing, his hands exploring her breasts. While I couldn't see every detail like in a high-definition film, I could still make out the general situation.
My wife didn't resist at all, letting him caress her in full view of everyone. They were like a couple, entwined together.
My heart pounded, and instinctively, I lit a cigarette behind the curtains and took a few deep drags. This distant spying wasn't as direct as in a karaoke bar, but the anger, jealousy, and long-awaited anticipation all mingled together, as if their affair had been discovered. Before I knew it, my desire surged again, and all my previous rationality vanished in an instant.
They continued, and I dared not leave for a moment. Time ticked by, and they made no further moves, but I craved a more intense scene. I watched as he unhooked my wife's bra and pulled down her panties, her voluptuous body exposed layer by layer under the dim streetlights. I wanted to see a man unleash his primal, wolfish nature in front of his beautiful wife, not this demure, tender display.
After what seemed like an eternity, they separated. My wife straightened her clothes, while he, seemingly unsatisfied, held her hand and whispered in her ear. My wife gently pushed him away and shook her head, but he leaned in again, repeating this several times.
I don't know what they said, but I saw my wife quickly glance around and move closer to him. Her hands went to her chest, grasping her collar and gently pulling it open.
Huh? She actually… my wife actually willingly opened her collar to let another man see her breasts. My blood boiled again.
She rested her head on his shoulder, her hands clutching her wide collar like a docile lamb. He lowered his head, greedily gazing at the beautiful sight before him.
This scene lasted for almost a minute, and in that short minute, my blood surged through my veins.
They separated again, sitting upright. He was no longer satisfied with these superficial things; he longed for her completely. For over three hours, she had been passionately passionate and icy towards him, a thousand times more difficult than simple seduction. She wasn't skilled in this art; it was only because of my presence that she performed it almost perfectly. For him, a fair and tender body had been before his eyes all night; he knew every inch of her skin intimately. His eyes, his hands, his tongue had tasted it countless times, and each time he thought he could easily capture her, she would quickly turn indifferent. He failed time and time again, but started again, undeterred. I must say he was a man of strong will. What made him so determined, so persistent despite repeated failures? The answer must be this beautiful married woman whom everyone wanted to kiss.
The waiter brought over the packed food, his gaze lingering on his wife's neckline for a few seconds. After paying, he put his arm around her waist and left the food stall, like a couple, sweet and affectionate. He wouldn't give up so easily. I wondered to myself, where would it be? A dark alley? Or… yes, they would definitely bring the food back.
I quickly grabbed the ashtray from the table and went to the bathroom, emptied the ashes into the toilet, washed the ashtray with water, and put it back. I carefully restored everything I had touched—the curtains, the chairs, everything—to its original state. I quickly returned to bed, put away my shoes, and pulled the covers over
myself. I lay on the side closest to the bathroom, just as they had left. I knew nothing, saw nothing, and everything that had happened was irrelevant to me; I was just sleeping. I lay motionless on the bed, my eyes closed. What was I doing? Even a couple having an affair could do it openly, so why was I being so secretive? I didn't know; my thoughts were a mess, and I had no idea what was controlling me.
Time seemed to drag on. I eagerly awaited his sudden opening of the door, his ruthless stripping of her clothes, his pounce on my delicate wife like a hungry wolf, and his groveling on her soft body. My wife spread her legs, letting him move her up and down, her breath coming in gasps and moans. Wasn't this exactly what I'd been waiting for? My heart was pounding; even in this warm season, I was trembling slightly.
Time flowed by like a stream, I couldn't measure it, but it had certainly been a long time. My emotions slowly calmed, and my heartbeat returned to normal. This was good; otherwise, everyone would know I was pretending to be asleep. Could they be in the alley? I started to feel uneasy again.　　“滴滴”磁卡的开门声迅速把我从混乱的思绪拽了出来。“是他们，一定是他们。”在这时，我的智商好像严重下降，不是他们难道还会有别人吗？
他们一定没有做什么，或许只是在没人的地方调调情、爱抚一下而已。
他们进来了，动作很轻。我紧紧闭上眼睛，连呼吸都只敢从鼻缝中缓缓进出。
老婆轻轻叫了我一声，我不敢动。
他们没有开灯，只是轻轻地把东西放下。
“他睡着了。”是他的声音。
“嗯。”老婆的声音。
接下来就是拥抱接吻的声音，声音不大，却明显听到了他们浓重的呼吸。
“我想要你。”他的声音。
“嗯……别。”老婆仿佛在挣扎，伴随着拉扯衣服的声音，接着就是衣服被丢在沙发上的声音。
“你皮肤好滑。”
“别……”除了老婆浓重的呼吸和牙缝里挤出的几个字，就是两人纠缠在一起的声音。
“你的胸好大，好舒服。”
老婆的一定全裸了，至少是半裸。他们的上半身一定贴合在了一起。我觉得下体异常膨胀。
“啊……”老婆轻声地吟叫。他一定是在挑逗她的乳头，这是她最敏感的部位。
“不要……”又传来老婆一声闷哼。
“脱掉吧，别弄皱了。”
“不会的……啊……”只觉得床往下一沉，接着就是一阵挣扎，再往下就是解皮带扔衣服的声音。
两个人都全裸了？这么快？老婆这么快就被脱得精光？几分钟前，我还期望他像饿狼一样迅速把老婆压在身下，事到临头，我又觉得很矛盾。老婆确实美丽性感又有几分淫荡，但善良贤惠也是她的本质啊。短短几分钟时间就赤身裸体和一个男人坦诚相对，还只是刚认识几个小时的男人。或许她是怕吵醒我，她不愿我看到她如此狼狈的模样；或许她认为得到了我的默许，可以和这个男人发生任何关系。我该去阻止吗？如果我阻止，这一切还可挽回，老婆还是我的唯一，她的身体依旧是我的专享。如果我放任，她将会和另外一个男人共渡云雨，并且是在自己老公的身旁。那个外表英俊但灵魂并不是非常高尚的男人，将在不久之后把她当成一道美味大餐，他将会疯狂蹂躏，把所有的兽欲发泄在这个女人身上。她或许会快乐，但他会更加快乐。我呢？我会快乐吗？我真的不知道。没有经历过那一刻的人，真的无法体会。当所有的幻想在这一刻即将成为现实时，我又一次摇摆不定了。
我努力地挤开眼皮，希望可以看到什么。但是，什么都看不到，除了黑洞洞的洗手间。整个房间也是黑洞洞的，除了窗外洒进的点点街灯。我不敢移动身体，只能在眼珠可以活动的范围内寻找反光点，借此看清身后的一幕。但是，无能为力，一切都是徒劳。
我突然想起正对面是个梳妆台，哪怕凭借一点点的灯光也能够看见背后的一切。但我不敢动，尽管心里急切地期望得知一切。我已经敢把眼睛完全睁开，但我仍然不敢挪动身体，紧紧地僵在那里，心里就像有一千只蚂蚁在爬。
突然，我感觉身后有物体在移动，那阵熟悉的香味也慢慢朝我逼近。是老婆的味道，她在干吗？他一定是来观察我有没有睡熟，她是有愧疚的，虽然欲望战胜了理智，但她的内心还是认为她是我的妻子，不应该让我看到如此一幕，就算会知道，也不是现在，不是在母兽发情的时候。
我迅速闭上眼睛，短短几分钟，我已经可以熟练的控制眼皮的运动幅度，也就是说，我可以微微睁眼而脸部可以没有任何表情，就像熟睡一般。
老婆的手臂绕过我的身体，撑在床的那一侧，并且把身体移动过来。她不敢贴着我，深怕会把我弄醒。我又把眼睛微微睁开了一点，我相信，这样的光线她是不可能看到我的，她顶多只能通过我的呼吸判断我睡熟与否。但这个时候，就算她知道我没睡熟也不会停止这个游戏了。箭在弦上，不得不发，只要我没有站起来阻止，她就不会停止。女人就是女人，不可能如此心思缜密，但这个仪式还是需要的，这可以化解她的些许不安。
果然，老婆的上身已经被脱的光光。两只丰硕的乳房完全暴露在空气中。由于姿势的原因，两只肥乳轻轻地贴在被子上。
光线很暗，我看不清她的面部表情，但却清晰地看到两只乳房在微微颤动。我早已抚摸吸吮过无数次的双乳，在这种环境下显得格外诱人，我真想狠狠地捏上一把“告诉你他睡了，在学校睡的就很熟，怎么吵都不醒。”
“嗯……唉，拉我一把，我过不来了。”由于重力都在双手上，老婆想不碰到我就爬过去，确实有点困难。
“嗯，好。”一双大手伸了过来，停在了老婆的双乳上。
“拉我过去啊。”老婆的声音不高，自从进了房间，她一直都是压低了嗓门在说话，这样的嗓音显得娇弱无比，惹人疼爱“你的大咪咪摸起来真舒服。”他边说边使劲地揉搓着。
“嗯，你坏啊！”这是我今天第一次听老婆对他撒娇。或许他们独处的时候就是这样，只是在我面前有保留罢了。
“我想进来了。”他整个身体趴在老婆的后背上，双手仍然玩弄着老婆的两只肥乳，大力的搓揉，双乳在他的玩弄下不断地变形，乳头从手指的缝隙处漏了出来，又被皇种附艚舻丶凶　?BR>　　“不行，我吃不消了。”老婆声音抬高了一度。
“哦。”他有些失望，但还是托着老婆的乳房把她拽了过去。
又是一片黑暗，我就算把眼睛全部睁开还是一片黑暗。黑暗的天花板、黑暗的墙。
“嗯……嗯……”老婆在低声地沉吟。她的乳头、耳垂、腋下都是敏感部位，但在刚刚认识几个小时的陌生男人身下，简单的身体接触就可以让她洪水泛滥了，更何况这样的情场高手。
“我想洗澡。”老婆说话了。
“做完再去。”
“不行。一定要洗。”
“为什么非要洗？你很香了”他一直没有停止对老婆的爱抚，我感觉的到他一直在老婆身上蠕动着。
“还不是被你弄……嗯……弄了很多次。”
“是湿了很多次吧，哈哈。”他又露出了招牌式的猥琐笑声。“我摸摸看，唉，又湿了。”
“别摸，咦……你讨厌。”想着老婆光着身体被他压在身下调戏，顿时觉得醋意上涌，恨不得一拳把他打下去。但转念一想，我又何尝不是这样对待胯下的女人呢？其实女人很乐意在床上被男人戏弄，就算多粗鄙的言语在床上都是调情圣言“别动，我再摸摸看。”我感觉到两人的身体在不停地扭动。
“不跟你玩了，我去洗澡。”老婆挣脱开他的纠缠。
“拖鞋在这儿。”他讨好似的在床头柜里翻出拖鞋。“我们一起洗。”
“不要。”接着就是下床穿拖鞋的声音。
我赶紧把眼睛微微合上，就像刚才一样，露出一丝缝隙。
脚步声经过电视柜，梳妆台，逐渐来到我的旁边。我努力地固定住自己的眼皮，盯着床到洗手间中间不到2米的空间。
过来了，首先映入眼帘的就是老婆丰满的胸部，随着步伐上下摇晃。她走过去了，露出了后背和屁股。唉，穿着内裤？
老婆透明的内裤包裹着圆润的屁股。
我突然明白了，他每次摸她下面，她都极力反抗，她只是不希望他察觉到有另一个男人进入她体内的痕迹。我和老婆在KTV里的短暂交欢，在她体内留下了大量的JY，虽然她去洗手间清理了很久，但是味道还是难以掩盖的，她是想给她的新欢奉献一个干净芳香的身体洗手间的门被轻轻推开，开灯。瞬间，整个房间明亮了许多。
“别进来哦。”老婆转过身子，冲着我身后的那个人微笑着说道。
“好，嗯……但要让我看你下面。”声音从我身后传来。
“不行！”老婆生气的声音都是那么嗲嗲的。砰的一声，门被关了起来。
可没过两秒，门又被打开了。
老婆半裸着身体侧站在门口，微露的牙齿轻咬着嘴唇，她的左手在自己的乳尖打着转，双腿前后交叉，右手手指从大腿缓缓滑向内裤的边缘。她将臀部稍稍往外侧，并轻轻扯动着自己的内裤，朝向下的力量，使得股沟若隐若现。她把臀部完全转向我们，身体前倾，双手搭在内裤的上缘。她缓缓弯曲膝盖，内裤一寸一寸往下脱落，一寸一寸，直到整个臀部完全展现在我们面前。丰臀洁白无瑕，双腿中间的黑色更加诱人。透明的内裤脱落在双腿中间，她的手指又一次从大腿往上移动，滑过黑色森林、滑过臀沟、腰，继而将手掌完全打开抓住了自己的右乳。
她转过头来莞尔一笑，抓住右乳的手还在轻微地蠕动着，“好看吗？”柔软的声音盖过了我身后的呼吸声。
“好看……你再……”话还没说完，门再一次的关上了。
“别偷看。”声音从玻璃门里传了出来。
不一会儿，里面水声响起，屋外却陷入了平静。我终于敢把眼睛完全睁开，透过里面的光线仔细观察一下洗手间，就像多快捷酒店一样，一人多高的磨砂玻璃，透过磨砂玻璃虽可以隐约看见里面的轮廓，但是淋浴间还有一个拉门，里面的情况就完全不能分辨了。磨砂玻璃的上方是一排透明玻璃，印有酒店的LOGO，从字的缝隙处可以清楚地看见天花板和吊灯。
这样的平静还没有持续1分钟，我后面的男人就开始蠢蠢欲动了。他好像站了起来，在床上，一步一步往前走。他来到我脚下的位置，探着头想往里看。他一丝不挂地站着，右手还在轻轻套弄自己的下体，不算很粗，但很长。
老婆即将被这个丑陋的东西征服，心里难免有些不舍，但是想到老婆刚才淫荡地脱掉内裤的模样，又重新唤回我的激情。
套弄了许久，他或许已不满足这样的偷窥，蹑手蹑脚地下了床，来到靠我这边的床头柜，从里面拿出另一双拖鞋。
他要进去？他不是说好不进去的吗？他不是答应的好好的吗？
我的心又开始砰砰乱跳。一个成熟美艳的女人和一个赤身裸体的男人，我不想再想下去了，也由不得我再想下去，因为门已经打开了……一团水蒸气顿时笼罩住这个有些黝黑的男人，一刹那，这团雾气被再次隔断，门又一次关上了。
“啊！”一声惊叫从玻璃门里传来，接着是淋浴间门的开关声，继而，一切恢复刚才的样子，只有涓涓细流。
没有阻碍，也不可能再有反抗，至少连一点点挣扎的声音都没有出现。在那个狭小的空间里，他们同样赤身裸体，老婆娇小的身躯可能早被他揽入怀中。他坚硬的下体不知在哪个部位细细磨蹭，他的双手也膊恢谀目榧》袅髁Ｃ髁恋牡乒庥痴兆琶匀说耐澹镐赶杆步讲幻鹦闹械牧一稹?BR>　　他们到底在做什么？我不知道。我也想通过那块透明玻璃去窥视，但双腿好像千斤重；心里好像有千万只蚂蚁在爬，但我仍然动弹不得。我害怕他们会看到我，如果他们突然出现，他们看到我，我在干吗？我在偷窥？
老婆光着身子和另外一个男人共浴，老公却站在门外偷窥。
每个人心里都有阴暗面，但那一面却是永远不希望被人发现的，我不想被他们发现。
挣扎着，挣扎着，时间一分一秒的过去，我的身体僵硬地挺在床上。其实只要一个简单的动作，里面的所有细节都可以一览无余，可我依然没动。心在砰砰乱跳，手脚却麻木了。
啪地一声，淋浴间的门打开了。水流声停止了，拖鞋在被水溅湿的地面上啪啪作响。他们或许在擦拭身体？谁帮谁擦？
怎么擦？我已经没有精力去想这些了，我的头脑一片空白。
一阵急促的脚步声传了出来。我努力地睁大眼睛，想从磨砂玻璃透出的光线看到里面的情形。
只能看到影子，本来有些距离的两个影子紧紧地贴合在一起。一种说不上来的声音从里面传出，不知是接吻还是肌肤的摩擦。我努力地想分辨两个身影有没有起起伏伏，没有。也没有身体碰撞的声音。
慢慢地，慢慢地，他们一直在缠绵，时间就像静止了一般。这个夜晚已经从暧昧变得淫荡了，这样的淫荡是该终止还是继续？终止？老婆的身体到底有没有被他占用？如果有，这时终止已经毫无意义了。继续？继续吗？她从没有像今天这么性感撩人、风情万种，尤其是她褪下内裤的情形一直在闹中打转。她现在正跟一个男人赤裸的纠缠在一起，继续吧，继续吧，让这样的堕落来的更彻底些吧。
洗手间的门开了，我紧紧地闭上了眼睛，就在开门和闭眼的一瞬间，两个裸露的身体一闪而过……“关灯。”老婆的声音。
一个身体轻轻地倒在我的身后，紧接着，另一个身体轻轻地伏了上去。当我再睁开眼睛的时候，房间里已经是一片黑暗了。
我一边努力地分辨身后传出的声音，一边努力适应重临的黑暗。
两个身体在疯狂地扭动着，被子已经全部挪到了我的身后，紧紧贴着我的后背，压迫身体的同时也带来了一份安全感。
老婆的娇喘声不绝于耳，扭动的幅度也越来越大。我已经无力去思考那些所谓的道德底线了，满脑子都是后面的香艳场面。
这和普通的身体接触有什么区别？不就是敏感部位互相交合在一起吗？过后，谁也不会缺点什么。她，还是那个完整的她，他，也将远离这个城市。这个时候，我反而释然了。整个夜晚，情欲无数次地战胜自己的理智，但，就在这一刻，我似乎才完全放下包袱。
我知道对面有个镜子，透过镜子肯定可以看清背后的一幕，我真后悔在他们去洗手间的时候，我居然一动没动。哪怕只是调整10公分的位置，我一定能够看到，那时，我到底在做什么？
“我要进来了。”
“嗯。”老婆的声音已经含混不清了。
这一幕即将到来，我感觉心脏已经跳出体外，身体也不停地颤抖。
“啊……”老婆的一声长吟预示着她已经被他占据了。
床不停地晃动，身后的人也在不停地蠕动着身体，伴随着老婆略显低沉的呻吟，整个空气弥漫着淫荡的气氛。
老婆明显是压低了声音的，因为这完全不是她从前的豪放作风。
我慢慢地把身体往他们的方向转动，我渴望看到这期待已久的一幕。一毫米，一毫米，我觉得我的动作已经很大了，可视线离镜子还有遥远的距离。
“你的胸晃起来真好看。”
他还在卖力地运动着，老婆的呻吟也越来越急促。
“你夹的我好舒服。”
老婆依旧没有说话，她的呻吟是给对方最好的奖赏。
噼噼啪啪的节奏越来越快，床的震动幅度也越来越大，我感觉自己都要被弹了起来，我已经控制不住自己了。
我寻找着他们的规律，3浅1深或是9浅1深，就在最深的一次动作的同时，我快速地将身体扭了过来，就像自己被弹簧弹起，我已经从完全的侧卧变成半仰卧。
“你快点。”老婆的声音略带紧张，她可能感觉到了我的动作。
“你喜欢快的？”他的声音放大了一度。
“嘘……嗯，你快点。”
动作明显加快了，床也在快速的晃动。这样的姿势我已经可以看到小半块镜子了，那个男人正在卖力的起伏着。
我只能看到男人的身体和女人的腿，她的腿盘在他的腰上，身体一定是在享受着男人的抽动。
“你的身体让我疯狂，我不行了。”男人再一次加快了速度。
“嗯……别射里面。”
镜子里的她拼命地扭动着双腿以迎合他的最后疯狂。
“快，快。”老婆卖力地扭动着身体。
“啊……”男人一声低沉地怒吼过后，平静了，整个房间都恢复了安静。
“吻我，吻我。”老婆的手绕过他的脖子把他紧紧地摁在自己的身体上。
又是一阵缠绵。
“叫你别射里面的。”
“来不及了。”男人的语气中带这笑。
“嗯。”老掀潘坪鹾芷１埂?BR>　　“我去洗一下，全是汗。”他从老婆的身体上慢慢挪开了。“一起洗？”
“你先去，我等会儿。”老婆还是那么有气无力的。
男人的身影从镜子里离开了，里面只有女人。她就这么躺着，右手用纸巾擦拭着。
洗手间的灯打开了，门也被关上，外面的房间只剩我和老婆两个人。
灯光的照射，镜子里的她更加清晰。她慵懒的身体慢慢地坐起来，双乳也在轻轻地摇动着。
她换了几张纸巾清除残余的液体。她就这么坐着，微微低下头，长发凌乱地披散开来，依然美艳，依然性感，却带着那一份说不上来的感觉，有点残花败柳的味道。
她用手撑住床，慢慢抬起身体，不知道她是想去洗澡还是什么。我的欲望已经到达了顶点，我已经完全控制不住自己了。
就在她即将离开床的那一刹，不知道什么力量的驱使，我迅速地坐了起来。
她受到了惊吓，一下愣住了。她想要离开床铺的身体，直直地僵硬在了那里。
我的双手从她背后绕到胸前，迅速把她赤裸温暖的身体拖到我的面前。
她没有动，也不敢看我，一句话都没有，任凭我对她身体的侵犯。
“躺下来。”我觉得我的声音有些颤抖。
老婆听话地躺了下来，雪白丰腴的身体又一次倒在同一个位置。
她的脸侧向另一边，被头发盖着，我看不出她现在的表情。是羞愧是无辜还是激情过后的一片绯红？
我快速地脱掉身上的所有衣服，同样快速地趴在了老婆性感的身旁。
我在颤抖，不是因为冷，她同样也在颤抖，也绝不会是因为寒冷。
我的双手在她身上游走，我的双唇停留在她的乳间。她的身体直直地挺立着，虽然还是那么柔软。我想俯在她的身体上，就像那个男人一样。我觉得我现在的模样一定很无耻，无耻地发泄着自己的兽欲。
我不能用那个男人同样的姿势，因为我不想她看到我的脸，我不知道现在我的脸上写满了什么。我也不想看到她的脸，我不想看到那让我心碎的泪痕。
“侧过去。”老婆再一次听话的转动着身体。
我也侧卧在她的身后，左手绕过她的脖子扭着她的乳房，右手抬起她的右腿。其实根本不用我动手，老婆已经主动的摆好姿势。她知道她应该做什么，一个刚刚取悦了一个男人的女人，又将用她的身体满足另一个男人。
很容易就一入到底，我知道这种润滑剂融合了三个人的体液。
很舒服，这种舒爽的感觉是无法形容的。
“老公。”老婆的声音很沙哑，我没有搭理她，只是轻轻地抽动着。
“老公，今天我昏头了。我不……”老婆的声音带着哭腔了。
我有一点舍不得她，我轻轻地捂住了她的嘴。
我的双手来到她的胸前，用力地搓动她的双乳，下体仍然机械式地运动着。
“老公，我爱你，老公，你原谅我，好吗？”老婆的语速加快了，臀部也积极地迎合着我。
“老婆，我也爱你。”其实，她这样美艳的身体是我永远都不舍得放弃的，就算她是残花败柳，哪怕她和无数男人有染，这样的身体，我依然一辈子都迷恋着。
“老公，嗯，老公。”她的脸转了过来，确实残留着泪痕。“你别离开我。”说完，她的双唇贴住了我的双唇。
“老公，搞我，老公。”她的手紧紧地按住我贴在她胸前的手，她的唇像雨点一样落在我脸上的每一个角落，她的臀部疯狂地扭动着，“老公，我全是你的。”
浴室的水声停止了，老婆刚刚放纵的身体再一次停住了，我又一次感觉到她的僵硬。
“老公……”她欲言又止。
"Don't say anything." I continued thrusting, returning my wife to the previous position, my arms tightly around her.
The bathroom door opened; there was no gasp of surprise, only the sound of footsteps slowly approaching.
My wife's moans seemed to abruptly cease; she bit her lip, her eyelids tightly shut.
He came over, also completely naked. I didn't look at him directly, only glancing at him out of the corner of my eye before returning to my wife's body. I've never understood my feelings at that moment—was it jealousy, or a hope that he was jealous? Was it proof, but to whom? Was it the arrogance of passionate release, or the enduring depth of my love for my wife? I don't know; I just kept repeating the same actions.
He came to my wife's side and knelt at the head of the bed. He looked at us, expressionless. My wife's hands were protectively over her chest, her eyes still closed. She was silent, simply accepting my body and his gaze.
His hand lightly brushed across her thigh; in that instant, my wife's body trembled with unusual sensitivity. Not only her body, but even their joined bodies felt a distinct, tight contraction.
His hand moved to her chest, gently removing her hands that were protectively covering them. She was bewildered, her hands hanging limply in mid-air.
I knew she was helpless; I knew she desperately wanted me to give her a sense of security. My right hand gripped her right tightly, and my left hand wouldn't let go of hers. "
Wife, savor this passion," I said, "I'll always be by your side."
With her hands in my grasp, my wife fully exposed herself to the second man. His lips pressed against her nipple, his left hand swirling around the other. This stimulation was something my wife had never experienced before; her juices slowly welled up, flowing endlessly.

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