【Passionate Undercurrents Series: Wife's Chaos】(20) Author: Yi Ming

Author: Yi Ming
Word Count: 10384

(20)

Before witnessing the abuse of a female, any imagination is vulnerable.

I did imagine what happened to Xin Yan last night. For example, how she took off
her clothes, or just lifted up the only petticoat she was wearing and took off her underwear.
What was her expression and movements like at the time? Was she very embarrassed, very awkward, or did she just calm down and
act as usual? How did she spread her legs? Was she at the same angle as when we usually make love? When she was filled with that swollen
organ, did she compare herself to me? What positions did she use during the whole process? Did she have any
normal physiological reactions, or even flatter the other person?
What was even more unsettling was the reaction of the acquaintances who witnessed this intercourse. Xin Yan's unique physical characteristics, posture and reactions often relentlessly
jumped into my mind, trying to make these imagined scenes more vivid.

The moment she saw Dawei's hand on her buttocks, all her contrived fantasies
paled in comparison to her naturally beautiful, unadorned face, like a photoshopped image. The hand rested so
naturally, and the buttocks swayed so naturally beneath it.

In the most primal mating positions, the woman's buttocks serve as a platform for the man to complete sexual intercourse. It's said that
men fascination with cleavage stems from this. A woman's buttocks contain the most sensual entrance to her body;
any wanton exposure or handling of that area is tantamount to declaring possession.

In modern civilized society, a woman's underwear is the last barrier to sexual intercourse. If it's forcibly removed
, the consequences are self-evident.

Was this the only way Xinyan could stall Dawei for twenty minutes? Could she have been
lying from the moment she got stuck in traffic? That would take over forty minutes, enough for a passionate encounter with both foreplay and climax
. Needless to say, the location was in Dawei's car; unknowingly, our car sex last night had become her
warm-up .

There were no empty seats on the bus home, so Xinyan and I stood side-by-side in the swaying carriage. To hold onto
the handrail , I
took the opportunity to shake off her hand. Just thinking about how that hand had just touched something dirty made me feel nauseous. I tried to appear natural, chatting intimately with Xinyan.

While she wasn't exactly obsessed with oral sex, she never resisted it. Those sensual, parting
lips , which had probably just enveloped something with bulging veins, were now laughing and talking with another man.

In the air-conditioned carriage, Xinyan's face remained flushed, giving her skin a translucent quality.
I couldn't help but recall my college days, when I would
gaze . But the woman before me, though still beautiful, seemed to oscillate between familiarity and unfamiliarity in my eyes
.

Several times I deliberately moved closer to her face; though I didn't smell anything unusual, I noticed she always leaned
back , trying to keep her distance. Xinyan didn't usually carry condoms, so they probably
didn't have time to buy them for this impromptu tryst. I thought dejectedly that if she were willing to
accept Dawei's condoms like she usually swallowed my semen, it might not be such a bad thing—better than ejaculating inside her.

"I haven't asked you yet, how did Meiying manage to escape?"

Xinyan asked impatiently as soon as she entered the house.

"Oh, later the boy admitted that he found Meiying's stockings and masturbated in the fitting room."

"Really? They believed him?"

"Why wouldn't they believe him?"

"But didn't his mother hear Meiying talking to her son?"

"Unfortunately, no one believed her anymore. It's her own fault for being so stupid and not thinking to check the surveillance footage. While waiting for
you guys , I was sitting there watching the monitor and found that it covered every nook and cranny.
The technology these days..."

I plopped down on the sofa and reached out to pull Xinyan onto my lap.

"Oh, right... right..."

Xinyan paused between the two "rights," the first probably because she was afraid the boy's mother hadn't asked to check
the footage, and the second perhaps because she remembered something. There was no panic on her face, but she turned around
and sat down next to me. I reached out and lifted her skirt up to her thigh, revealing the
light pink panties that Dawei had just put in his pocket.

"Aren't you hungry? I'll go make something to eat."

Xinyan pulled her skirt down a little, holding it down to prevent me from taking off her underwear.

"I haven't had enough of the smell yet. I was interrupted halfway through in the fitting room."

I said with a grin.

"What's so good about it? It's so hot, you already smell."

"I just want to smell your scent. Hurry up, take off your underwear and give it to me. Are you going to do it yourself,
or should I do it?"

"Oh dear, I can't encourage your perverted behavior any longer. I'll go take a quick shower first, and I'll make you
something to eat right away."

Seeing that I was about to reach under her skirt, Xinyan suddenly stood up and said with her usual composure.

If there wasn't semen stains on her underwear right now, why was she trying to hide it? I had been so stupid
to think that she would refuse to ejaculate inside without a condom. Suddenly, I felt
a surge of desire to get to the bottom of what I had seen on the surveillance footage.

Watching her disappear behind the bathroom door, I swallowed the words I was about to say. I lit a cigarette,
took a deep drag, and exhaled along with the stale air filling my lungs. For some reason,
the thought stubbornly wouldn't leave me.

In less than a day, I already felt like I didn't recognize her anymore. I never imagined that a woman
could change so drastically after a period of promiscuity.

Regarding last night's events, I increasingly felt there was some ulterior motive behind it all. Was it that
Xinyan, nearing thirty, was experiencing a surge in libido and actively seeking opportunities to have relations with other men? Or had
she already cheated and fallen into a chaotic state of desire, unable to extricate herself, and wanted to drag me into it to cover up
her own transgression?

The only thing that didn't make sense was why I had accidentally raped Meiying. Even if it was premeditated, such things aren't
easily controlled. Those photos, while capable of arousing suspicion and resentment, wouldn't necessarily lead everyone to act that way.
My extreme actions... Besides, I had told Xinyan I wouldn't attend the wedding, and I tried to avoid being
seen by her at the banquet. Even if an accomplice tipped her off, how could they be sure I
would go to the bridal chamber after leaving the hotel?

Recalling the scene I just witnessed of Xinyan and Dawei on the security camera, my emotions surged again, and I lit
another cigarette. Honestly, my feelings were very complicated. Besides the shock of witnessing it firsthand, I couldn't
deny a nameless emotion. This emotion was similar to watching Meiying being humiliated in the security room. It was
my own woman being exposed to others and possessed by other men, but the indignation was far less intense than the
unspeakable excitement.

I have to admit that since Meiying came to my house last night, I've tried many thrills I never even
imagined . The price is obvious: Xinyan will also be possessed by another man.

Is this what they call wife-swapping? I used to think this kind of thing was something far removed from my life. Although I
understand the allure of novelty, for someone like me who already has a goddess-like wife,
exchanging any other woman would only benefit other men.

"Why did you smoke so much?"

Xinyan came out of the bathroom with only a white towel wrapped around her armpits. She frowned at the smoky
living room, carrying the washed light pink underwear in her hand as she walked towards the balcony. She used to have
the habit of washing her underwear after showering, especially in the summer.

Three steaming plates were quickly placed on the dining table, all of my favorite seasonal home-style dishes.

"There's beer in the fridge, go get it for me."

Hearing Xinyan's call, I got up from the sofa and went into the kitchen, where I saw she had just filled two bowls with rice.

I had just closed the fridge door with two bottles of beer in my hand when Xinyan, carrying two bowls of rice and chopsticks between her fingers, was about
to pass through the narrow space behind me. I deliberately took a small step back, squeezing her against the wall.

"What are you doing, you're so annoying..."

Xin Yan pouted her sexy red lips and scolded playfully.

In an instant, the domestic young woman was back in my sight. I turned my head and quickly
kissed , tasting the sweat that had seeped out from her earlier work. Although it was salty, it was better than any
nectar in the world.

As soon as I shifted my body slightly, Xin Yan immediately twisted and squeezed out from between me and the wall. I followed her and used
the mouth of a beer bottle to lift the hem of her bath towel and inserted it into her plump buttocks. Xin Yan was immediately startled by the cold and
jumped forward a little, scolding playfully again, "You're so annoying." I held the beer bottle against her buttocks and followed her
to the dining table. She had just put down her rice bowl when I held her against the edge of the table with the beer bottle, saying, "Time to eat
, still not behaving yourself."

I pulled the beer bottle out from between her buttocks and placed it on the table, freeing my hand to touch the cool, delicate anus between her buttocks
.

"Is it cool?"

"You know, it's really cool."

Seeing me tease her with these little gestures as before, Xin Yan said with satisfaction.

"Then let me cool you down a bit more."

I said, taking another beer bottle and stuffing it in. Xin Yan put her hands on the table, sticking her bare
buttocks back, opening her tight buttocks a little.

"Just cool it down there, don't, don't touch your little sister, you'll get sick."

I was about to sweep the bottle neck back and forth between her slightly parted crotch when Xin Yan immediately reminded me in a coquettish voice.

I actually quite like Xin Yan using "there" and "little sister" to refer to her private parts, it instantly makes her
look like a respectable young woman again.

"Hey, you're so smart. From now on, you can cool it down for me like this in the summer, it really works."

When I pulled the second beer bottle out from between her crotch, Xin Yan turned around and gave me a hard
kiss .

"I'll go wash the bottle."

Xin Yan put the larger bowl of rice in front of me and reached for the beer bottle on the table.

"No need to wash."

I pushed her arm away, picked up a bottle, bit the cap, and popped it open with my teeth. "

It's unhygienic, it's dirty."

"What's dirty about it? You smell wonderful."

"Nonsense, only you smell good."

Xin Yan said, picking up a piece of scrambled eggs with tomatoes and placing it on my rice before sitting down next to me.

"Come on, wife, let's have a drink first."

I picked up a glass of beer that had been poured in front of me and downed it in one gulp.

"Drank it all?"

"Yes, bottoms up."

I watched as Xin Yan picked up her glass of beer, took a few small sips, and then, with my constant encouragement,
finished it in several large gulps.

"Come on, eat something."

Seeing Xin Yan's delicate face wrinkled and her hands constantly stroking her fair chest, I quickly picked up a piece of
her favorite stir-fried green peppers with dried tofu and put it directly to her lips.

"You should eat too, the food is getting cold."

Xin Yan chewed elegantly while urging me on.

I suddenly felt a surge of pleasure in this everyday atmosphere, gulping down ice-cold beer and devouring my food.
Before long, a bottle of beer was finished, so I picked up a second one and opened it with my teeth.

"Look at you, always so careless with your teeth,"

Xin Yan said playfully, lightly patting my arm.

"Hey, I want to add something to this second bottle."

"What kind of flavor?"

"Come on, lie down."

I directed the puzzled Xin Yan to lean back in the chair, letting her hips dangle.
She struggled to hold onto the chair back, watching me lift the hem of her towel, spread her legs, and then pick up
the beer bottle and empty glass from the table.

The amber liquid slowly spilled onto Xin Yan's grassy area, washing over the protruding rocks and
pouring into the glass beneath her. Some beer dripped onto the ground, carried by the damp grass.

"Why don't you go shave your hair?"

"I see you're even more playful than before. Do you want me to shave my head bald like Meiying?"

Xinyan giggled, ignoring her earlier comment about "little sister" being afraid of ice.

When she mentioned Meiying, my expression hardened, but I quickly masked it.

"What kind of flavor is this? I see you..."

"It's disinfected with alcohol, so what's there to be dirty about?"

I stopped what I was doing before I could finish speaking, and Xinyan's smile froze on her face. She immediately
sat up, legs together, and pulled the hem of her bath towel neatly. I slammed the wine bottle and glass onto the table.

The tension between us was palpable as our eyes met. Xinyan's beautiful eyes first flashed with question,
then confusion, and finally, a look of grievance.

"Call Meiying later and tell

her not to come anymore," I said coldly, walking towards the sofa in the living room, afraid that I
would be melted .

"Why?! Don't you like her too?"

Xinyan raised her voice behind me.

"No reason. Because there's no such thing as a free lunch!"

"What, what? A free lunch…"

"Right! I never believe in free lunches."

"Then do you want to know why Meiying, this big windfall, fell from the sky?"

"I don't want to know!"

I thought to myself, isn't she just trying to tell me it's all your doing? Judging from Meiying's current enthusiasm towards me,
the barrier between us is thinner than a sheet of paper. She might just throw herself at me any day, without
needing so-called sacrifice from me. What sacrifice can a woman really make in this kind of thing? It's like
flushing a used toilet – who knows who emptied it or what they put in it? So was I wrong to suggest "disinfecting" her
? Why pretend you don't know you've been through this?

Xinyan, sitting at the dining table, picked up her phone, hesitated, and then swiped a few times.

"I have some videos…"

"What videos?"

"Recorded last night in the new house…"

Xinyan only said half a sentence, but my heart jumped to my throat.

"I'm not interested!"

Although I refused verbally, my heart was pounding. I knew the moment I'd been waiting for
had arrived.

"But I hope you'll take a look…"

Xinyan stood up and calmly walked to the sofa, looking at me calmly for a moment as I sat with my head down. Seeing that I
had simply sat down next to me, reaching out to stroke my arm exposed outside my short-sleeved shirt, and placed her phone
on my lap. I glanced at the phone with its lit screen, hesitating whether to pick it up.
When our eyes met again, Xin Yan raised her eyebrows as if encouraging me. As I resolutely picked up the phone, Xin Yan
took my arm and rested her head lightly on my shoulder.

The screen showed a still image of a video waiting to play. I took a deep breath and pressed play.

In the slightly shaky video, Mei Ying stood up from the bed, took Xin Yan's hand, and gently shook it twice.
Xin Yan seemed to suddenly wake up and stiffly got out of bed, staggering behind Mei Ying to
the men standing or sitting around the coffee table.

"Du Fei, have you started recording?"

Xin Yan, who had just stopped, looked up at the blank space ahead and sighed as she asked.

"Yes, it's started."

Du Fei's voice came from off-screen.

A sharp "slap" startled both the person in the video and me watching it.

Caught off guard, Xin Yan stared at her best friend, whose expression had suddenly changed, with disbelief.

"What are you looking at, you slut? I've been fed up with you for ages! You think you're so smart? You
were smarter , and now you're still trying to be clever. And you even filmed me! I'll teach you to be clever, I'll teach you to be clever!"

Mei Ying said, swinging her arms and slapping Xin Yan's beautiful face repeatedly, left and right,
until her face was covered in red handprints.

Mei Ying's words sent a chill down my spine. I didn't know if she'd made up the words or if it was the culmination of her long-held
feelings .

Mei Ying stopped, her body trembling uncontrollably from the emotional outburst. After the barrage of slaps
, Xin Yan's hair was disheveled. She took a few deep breaths, trying to control her trembling body, but
the panic on her face was gone.

Seeing this, Xinyan reached out and pressed the pause button. She looked up at my astonished expression and gently
stroked my cheek.

"Are you really ready?"

Xinyan asked softly. Seeing me nod, she pressed the play button.

The men in the room were silent. Watching the woman's body tremble slightly under the fabric, I
thought the men were probably impatient to remove that thin petticoat.

"You slut, I'm going to rip you off!"

Sure enough, Meiying shouted sharply, her hand not reaching for the shoulder straps of Xinyan's petticoat, but tearing
the silk fabric from the V-neck. She tore and ripped the petticoat off Xinyan's body, her movements so swift and
decisive . The wife didn't resist much. As the petticoat left her body, most of
her fair breasts were revealed under the light purple strapless bra, and the matching lace thong clung tightly to her skin, outlining the full
mound of flesh below her abdomen.

"I don't want you to watch anymore."

Xinyan pressed the pause button again and threw herself into my arms. When her hand accidentally touched my hard
lower body , Xinyan looked up and scrutinized my expression.

"Do you know what Meiying is going to do next...?"

"Is she going to take off your bra...?"

My throat tightened and I couldn't finish my sentence. When I pressed play again, Xinyan buried her burning face in my chest.

"I told you not to block it!"

In the video, Xinyan instinctively reached out to cover her breasts, and Meiying angrily ripped off her bra in a few strokes.

"No, no, Meiying, don't do this..."

Xinyan frantically pressed her arms down on her swaying breasts.

"What are you blocking? Didn't you always show off your boyfriend's horny breasts when you were in school? Why don't you
show them to everyone?"

Meiying had just forcefully pried her hands away when Xinyan stubbornly raised her arms again, only to immediately receive
a loud slap. This was repeated several times until Xin Yan's long, wavy hair was completely disheveled. She could only lower her hands and
look at Mei Ying expressionlessly.

My wife's breasts were exposed to everyone's view without any cover, and I swallowed hard.

"Oh, still so tender! Look here, here, you can even see the veins. Your breasts have grown quite a bit over the years
. Looks like your husband has been rubbing them quite a bit. Haha."

Xin Yan maintained her graceful posture, her slender waist and upper hips forming a perfect S-shape, like a pear.
The most luscious part of her body was her neck, lower buttocks, and hips. Now, his wife was only wearing a light purple lace
panty , barely covering the most vibrant part of her body. Under the light, her fair, firm skin had
a translucent quality.

"What a slut! Look at those nipples, they're standing up!"

Meiying pointed to her wife's spreading areolas, where the previously slender nipples had quietly hardened
.

"Take a good look, all of you. The company's number one beauty, Xinyan, is now showing off her breasts for your enjoyment.
I bet you've already groped her countless times with your lewd eyes. Isn't this body even more
alluring than you think?"

This barrage of taunts was directed at the helpless Xinyan, giving the men present a real eye-opener. Even I hadn't
expected Meiying to have such eloquence. The naked woman standing before the well-dressed men
created a strange atmosphere. The room fell silent again. I knew the men were all staring at that
innocent light purple lace panty.

Meiying leisurely circled Xinyan, seemingly deliberately piquing the onlookers' curiosity.

"No, no..."

Xinyan, in my arms, suddenly reached for her phone, but I grabbed her hand and pressed it back. The video
continued playing, and Xinyan began slowly rubbing the gradually growing outline of my crotch.

"You slut, why are you still wearing this? Aren't you going to cause trouble later?"

Meiying became increasingly enthusiastic under everyone's approving gazes. As I swallowed several times, her fingers
were already pinching the waistband of Xinyan's lace panties.

"No, no, Meiying, no, I can't..."

Xinyan quickly grabbed the waistband with both hands. When Meiying started to pull downwards, Xinyan pulled upwards
even clearly revealing the frenulum on her mound of flesh, causing her breasts to jiggle violently.

"Oh, you can't even take it at the beginning? You'll see in a bit. Speak up sooner rather
than later, so you don't suffer. If you can't hold on to the end, it'll all be for nothing."

"No, no, Meiying, I'm afraid I can't..." "

Whether you can or not isn't up to you now! Are you going to let go or not?!"

Meiying said, releasing Xinyan's waistband and slapping her hard across the face, making Xinyan stumble.
When Xinyan stood up again, her face was flushed, and her nipples were even more erect than before. Under everyone's gaze, she slowly
lowered her hands.

"Don't forget, I'm helping you."

Meiying said triumphantly, biting her lip, and reached into the waistband of the only pair of underwear Xinyan was wearing. She supported herself with her hands
on the waistband and slowly slid down Xinyan's hips, deliberately pausing when she revealed her smooth belly.

"Watch closely, the pubic hair is about to show. You've never seen the pubic hair of our company's beauty before, have you? Let me show you."

When the first strand of dark pubic hair appeared on the waistband, Meiying deliberately pulled it up and down several times, then slowly pulled it
down to the end of the inverted triangle.

"Look at our goddess-level pubic hair, so sexy and dark."

Meiying continued to slowly pull down the light purple lace panties, and when they were completely upside down between Xinyan's legs
, the crotch part was still stuck to the bottom of her torso.

"Look, it's even stuck there. Is she getting wet?"

Meiying chuckled. Xinyan frantically tried to separate her legs, which were pressed together, as if
trying to loosen her crotch. Unexpectedly, the fabric was stuck to her flesh and wouldn't separate, making her blush
deeply with embarrassment.

"Oh dear, how come it's stuck so tightly? It takes so much force to pull it apart,"

Meiying said, pretending to pull with great force. The crotch was stretched slightly before springing off
her body. Xinyan quickly lowered her head, as if trying to find a crack in the ground to disappear into.

In the shot, the light purple panties were suddenly pulled down below her knees, and I was so nervous I could barely hold my phone.
Under Meiying's direction, my wife alternately lifted her legs, completely removing the last piece of clothing covering her body
. Meiying hooked the rolled-up panties with her fingertips, deliberately waving them in front of Xinyan a few times, as if to demonstrate
her absolute authority over Xinyan's body, before throwing them to the ground with contempt.

The thicket of dark, glossy hair on the woman's lower abdomen
contrasted , as if mocking my recent suspicions and my recklessness last night. For some reason, I suddenly
felt a pang of regret that Meiying wasn't shrewd enough; such insults between women should be more blatant, like exposing Xinyan's
underwear to everyone. After a whole day and the previous fooling around, that area must be covered in shameful
stains of bodily fluids.

Xinyan, lying on my stomach, had already unbuckled my belt and started pulling down my underwear.

On the phone screen, Xinyan had one leg slightly bent, resting one knee lightly on the other, trying to
conceal that patch of hair as much as possible, while my genitals, now free, sprang out. Xinyan continued to pull my
underwear down from my feet, leaving my lower body completely naked.

"Look at you, you slut. Nobody's even touched you yet, and your nipples are already hard enough to hang a bottle of soy sauce on. Want some pleasure?"

In the video still playing, Meiying slapped Xinyan's full breasts from side
to side, making the round orbs roll wildly until they were covered in red handprints. Not satisfied, Meiying
pinched both nipples simultaneously and shook them. Caught off guard, Xinyan first frowned,
but managed not to moan. A moment later, her abdominal muscles visibly twitched.

"So big…"

Xinyan, resting her face on my stomach, stared intently at my now-erect member.

"Damn, Meiying's amazing."

Someone in the video said, seemingly encouraging Meiying, who had just let go, to continue.

"Had enough? Squat down!"

Everyone knows what it means to make a naked woman squat down, and Meiying, as a woman, should
know even more, because of the structure of her body, a woman's private parts will be indecently exposed when she squats.

Actually, she could protest against this excessive request. As I was thinking this, Xinyan in my arms
had already pulled that thing aside and was slowly stroking it.

"No, Meiying, don't make me do that, okay..."

"Why not? Hurry up!"

"That, that, everyone can see... no, no..."

"Oh, what's not okay?! We've been waiting for so long, how can we not let everyone see what it looks like?"
"Besides, I've never even seen what the company's number one beauty's pussy looks like. Hurry up, or I'll slap you again!"

Xin Yan in the video finally squatted down, her body trembling uncontrollably. With her legs fully folded,
her thighs and buttocks appeared even fuller and rounder. Although she tried to bring her white knees together,
there was still an oval gap the size of a goose egg between her thighs. Through the black hair peeking out from between her ankles,
some dark flesh could be vaguely seen shamefully protruding from her body.

I had never seen Xin Yan squat like this before; she usually preferred kneeling to this
rather unseemly squatting position when giving me oral sex.

Xin Yan quickened her movements, stimulating the swollen, dark red head from time to time.

"What are you clamping down on? Hurry up and show us your cunt, let everyone see what your goddess's thing looks like."

A slight hesitation crossed Xin Yan's blank face, as if she hadn't realized what Mei Ying wanted her to do. I not only understood
Mei Ying 's meaning, but I had been waiting for this moment.

"Damn it, still pretending? Still trying to act all innocent like you did in college? Spread your legs, you slut!"

In the video, Xin Yan received another loud slap from Mei Ying.

"Spread your legs now, are you too ugly to be seen?"

Mei Ying continued to insult her wife in the video;

Xin Yan, in my arms, reached under her armpits, pulled out the towel, and threw it to the ground.

I held the naked Xin Yan in my arms. In the video, her bare buttocks had just been kicked by Mei Ying. She
used her hands to support her knees and spread her thighs, her body trembling so much that she could barely squat.

"Oh, I, I... I feel so ashamed... Someone saw me there... and, and they were all
people I know..."

Xin Yan pressed her burning face against my chest, her hand gripping my genitals faster and faster.

"Spread your legs wider, who can see your hairy body? Spread them yourself, do you expect me
to do it for you?!"

Mei Ying continued with even more outrageous demands in the video. The woman's most private parts were completely exposed, even
her private parts were shown. This was simply too much. My throat tightened.

Xin Yan in the video sighed softly and actually reached between her legs and spread her legs. I felt a wave of dizziness;
this unnatural exposure really seemed excessive.

"I told you to spread your pubic hair, not your flesh. It's hideous!"

Mei Ying couldn't help but giggle. Xin Yan's face, however, remained surprisingly calm,
ignoring .

"Mei Ying is a jerk!"

Xin Yan in my arms scolded playfully, and then she reached between her legs and started rubbing herself.

The men were now extremely excited, buzzing and whispering amongst themselves. Tan Hui, whose position wasn't good,
simply walked up to Xin Yan and bent down to admire her closely.

"I spilled some wine earlier, and you wouldn't even let me wipe it off. Now you've let me see your pussy. Haha,
don't blame my good fortune, blame your bad character."

"Still a butterfly pussy, the color hasn't been stained too dark from being fucked. The pubic hair is so black and long, your sex drive must be strong."

Wu Bo also came over and pointed at Xin Yan's private parts, commenting with a mouthful of filth.

"Ah~ ……Ah~ ……"

Listening to the men on the screen describing her private parts with vulgar words, Xin Yan in my arms
quickly rubbed her clitoris while moaning softly.

"I, I feel like an animal... surrounded, surrounded by a group of male beasts, watching... taking
pleasure in... ah, ah... no... no... um~"

"Then why don't you run away, you female beast?"

"I, I have nowhere to run, nowhere to hide... so I have to let them, they see, see my pussy...
ah, ah... slutty, slutty pussy... I've been seen... no, no... no... ah~ ..."

In the video, the men seemed to be admiring their prey, standing or squatting around Xin Yan. Some couldn't help but
start touching and stroking Xin Yan's shoulders, while others lightly pinched her arms. Every physical contact made
the naturally clean-loving Xin Yan shudder. Suddenly, she screamed "ah!" and squeezed her legs together tightly
. It turned out that Wu Bo had reached out from behind and touched his wife's crotch.

"It's wet, so slutty."

Wu Bo put his finger to his nose and sniffed it wantonly.

"I'm...I'm leaking..."

Xin Yan held out her wet fingers to my face, making me put them in my mouth and
taste the salty flavor.

"Hey, a gentleman doesn't fight."

Da Gang nudged Wu Bo with his elbow in the video.

"Don't pretend to be righteous. I'm going to tell Zhang Mei you were watching so closely. She'll definitely teach you a lesson."

Wu Bo grinned mischievously at Da Gang, who had been staring at Xin Yan's crotch with great interest. Zhang Mei was
Da Gang's wife, and also Da Wei's classmate.

"The water's even leaking out, haha!"

someone yelled. At this moment, the camera zoomed in on Xin Yan's crotch, and
a thin line of clear liquid really did hang from the parted folds of flesh, hovering in the air for a while before dripping to the ground. The surface tension of female bodily fluids is really amazing, which reminded me of the time Da Wei teased us about pulling out strands of fluid
during our wedding night. I suddenly remembered that the person recording was Du Fei.
I cursed inwardly at the guy for being so outrageous, having to
give a close-up at this crucial moment. I should have fucked Ruoxin last night.

I put down my phone, laid Xinyan down on the sofa, and spread her legs wide. The
vulva that had been admired by a group of men in the video was facing the window, the bright afternoon sunlight bathing that once-hidden
place. I squeezed the dew-covered, budding flower with my hand, letting its shy little tip slowly
emerge .

The phone on the coffee table continued playing, constantly emitting various lewd conversations and unrestrained laughter,
stimulating me to speed up and intensify my finger movements. Xinyan's hips began to sway up and down, repeatedly repetitive
movements of contraction and thrusting. As her moaning voice became hoarse, she persisted in a long, drawn-out thrust.

"What are you clenching for? Keep squatting! You'll just have to open up and get fucked anyway."

Meiying's voice came from the phone, making my mind suddenly flustered, and my hands stopped moving.

"Ah...ah...uh..."

Amidst the excited moans, Xin Yan's overflowing hips trembled a few times, and the tendons in her thighs tensed up to an unprecedented
degree.

I reached for my phone on the coffee table. In the video, Xinyan was still squatting in that indecent position, and Meiying
was slapping the back of her head, making her maintain the posture for the men to watch.

The previous video had made me think that Xinyan was atoning for my mistake by being publicly humiliated by Meiying, but Meiying's words "getting fucked" just now , coupled with the nearly two-hour ordeal last night, shattered
that idea in an instant . "Xinyan, you usually seem so calm and collected, I never expected you to have such a strong will, you're definitely capable of great things ." President Xiao reached out and stroked Xinyan's smooth shoulder. His serious praise immediately broke the somewhat oppressive atmosphere, eliciting some chuckles. "I also didn't expect Meiying to be so good at dealing with people. I think you're the one who should be promoted to HR next time in our factory ." Dagang also praised Meiying in the same tone as President Xiao. "Alright, alright, let's get down to business. Meiying, help her get into bed." Dawei said, gesturing for everyone to follow Xinyan and Meiying to the bed. "I'm sorry, I had no choice." Before Xinyan got into bed, Meiying grabbed her, whose body was stiff. "It's alright." Xinyan was slightly taken aback, then smiled and gently pushed Meiying away. "How about I help you put on your blindfold?" Meiying asked with concern. Xinyan, who was about to get into bed, turned back and smiled amicably at Meiying, then shook . "Then I'll turn off these lights." Meiying considerately turned off the brightest lights, leaving only the bedside lamp and a few floor lamps. The room suddenly became less bright, creating an unexpectedly ambiguous effect. The video ended there, and I dejectedly put down my phone. Since seeing Xinyan again last night, the reason had refrained from asking any questions was because I didn't want the last glimmer of hope in my heart to be shattered. Thinking back to my utterly ordinary life with Xinyan before yesterday, I glanced out the window at the still late afternoon. On the balcony directly opposite, a young woman in a loose bathrobe was hanging freshly washed clothes to dry. A gentle breeze blew a strand of her freshly washed hair against her forehead, billowing her bathrobe into a drum- shape. In the bright sunlight, her skin and the fabric of her clothes shimmered with a translucent quality. Occasionally, I heard neighbors greeting each other downstairs, and children laughing and playing. Some were arguing loudly, others were calling to their friends. It was such an ordinary summer afternoon, so ordinary that it inexplicably stirred up a resentment towards anything unusual. [To be continued]

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