My Beloved Wife Amidst Pear Blossoms (Part 3: Swallows Playing and Orioles Celebrating) (1-2)

Word count: 27400
Published on 2013/9/6 in: Spring in the Courtyard
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The chaotic street scene outside the car window drifted behind, the sound of the wheels pressing on the rain was very clear, and the marks left by the raindrops on the glass blurred the street scene again. It was raining again.
In Beijing summer, the rain brings some coolness, but this kind of rain never stops once it starts.
My wife thought that the rain seemed to be deliberately working against her. She had specially worn thin sandals when she went out in the morning, and the toenail polish she had specially applied and her white and tender little feet were wet by the rain and stained with some small leaves. Her size 35 feet would normally make any man's blood boil when he saw them, but now they felt cool to the touch.
After getting in the car, the wife took out tissues and wiped her feet and shoes. Old Chen, sitting to her right, tried to help her—or rather, subtly wanted to touch her delicate, white feet. His wife knew he had this fetish, and she was ticklish too. They playfully pushed and shoved each other for a while before Old Chen stopped. But his eyes never left her small feet and the white legs above them. Seeing his fixed gaze, his wife pretended to scold him, saying, "What are you looking at? You can't take your eyes off them!"
"I not only want to look, I want to touch, and I want to kiss,"
Old Chen said with a shameless smile.
Their flirting made Old Yue, who was driving, and Old Lin, in the passenger seat, also start to get distracted.
After driving for a while, they still had some time before reaching their destination.
Old Yue had just gotten a new car, and with the rain making the roads slippery, the three of them gradually quieted down to let him concentrate on driving.
The wife leaned her head against the headrest of the car seat, gazing out the window with her face turned to the side, completely oblivious to the scenery outside. Old Chen, sitting next to her, had secretly slipped his left hand under her skirt, behind the backs of the two people in front. His hand gently caressed her thighs and groin. At first, it was just a gentle up-and-down caress of her skin, but soon his little finger would intentionally or unintentionally touch her private parts. Although there was underwear between them, the summer underwear was as thin as a cicada's wing, and this caressing and touching made the wife feel a little dizzy. Every time Old Chen touched her genitals, she involuntarily squeezed her legs together.
This action only stimulated Old Chen; his hand became increasingly audacious, and the pressure of his little finger touching her genitals increased.
His wife was somewhat aroused, but she resisted a little in the car. The small space wasn't very comfortable. She placed her hand on his, trying to stop him from going any further, because she felt Old Chen's hand trying to slip inside her underwear and touch her already slightly wet and delicate area. However, the right hem of her silk flared skirt was quickly lifted up to her thigh by Old Chen, exposing her entire fair and tender right leg. Fortunately, it was a rainy day, and the cars and people on the road couldn't see the scene inside the car. But since it was daytime, his wife was a little scared, so she gripped his hand tightly to prevent him from going any further. Her legs were also tightly clamped around his hand, but her underwear was already wet and sticky.
The wife was even more worried that she might not be able to hold back her moans. For these three men, the flirting and her allure at lunch had already been enough to arouse them. Besides Lao Yue, Lao Chen and Lao Lin had long coveted her. This was their first meeting, and she could sense from their eyes that they couldn't wait to strip her naked and devour her.
Moreover, she knew that soon, once they arrived at their destination, she would become the prey of these three ravenous old men, and she didn't know what they would do to her then.
Thinking about it, she felt a mix of excitement, fear, and overwhelming desire, which only increased her arousal.
Lao Chen was relatively obedient; his hand no longer penetrated deeply, only his fingers stroking, making her feel itchy inside and out.
The car drove on and off, and the wife thought to herself, "This is really tough. How could I have agreed so readily to go with them?" The three men and one woman in the car all understood what was about to happen.
Sitting in the passenger seat, Lao Lin, wearing glasses, chatted with Lao Yue about the road conditions and cars.
He and Lao Chen lived in the same city and had come to Beijing together on a business trip, which was also their first time meeting their wives.
This meeting had been arranged more than two months earlier when the four of them chatted on QQ, half-jokingly flirting, and none of them expected it to actually happen.
Lao Chen and Lao Lin said that meeting their wives was the most important thing about coming to Beijing.
After nearly a year of online chatting, the four of them had their own small group, and nude photos and lewd remarks were flying around, with even more than one nude chat and video chat. They were already very familiar with each other, but when they actually met, apart from Lao Yue, the two of them and their wives were still somewhat nervous.
Old Lin turned around, looking at his wife and Old Chen through his glasses, mostly at his wife. Gradually, his gaze shifted to her thighs, landing directly on the center of her semi-transparent panties. Her private parts were half-hidden beneath her skirt, and his eyes, like Old Chen's hand, seemed to want to reach inside, showing no restraint whatsoever.
His wife glanced at him, blushed slightly, and smiled, saying, "Don't look!"
Old Chen chuckled, rather smugly.
Old Lin said, "Our little vixen's legs are really beautiful, so enviable. But it's not fair, how come Old Chen got to have them first? If I had known I was sitting right next to her, I would have done it right there. Old Chen, you're such a good boy, hurry up, pull down the little vixen's panties, put your hand inside, and I'll have them!"
His Northeastern accent was already somewhat exaggerated, but coming from behind those seemingly scholarly glasses, it sounded even more lewd.
Old Chen said, "It's his own fault for not taking them; it's nobody's fault."
Speaking with the same Northeastern accent, the two chatted back and forth like a two-person comedy act.
After listening, the wife leaned forward and playfully smacked Lao Lin on the back of the head.
But this leaning forward unexpectedly pushed Lao Chen's hand further between her legs. Lao Chen, in turn, placed his hand there as well. The tingling sensation made her unconsciously groan as she turned away, her body going even weaker. As if deliberately trying to annoy Lao Lin, she leaned against him.
Lao Lin continued watching. His wife glared at him, then turned her head back to look out the window. Lao Chen's hand continued to wander under her skirt. When he tried to slip his hand inside her underwear again, she didn't resist this time, but turned her head and weakly said to him, "Don't touch me like that, just leave it there..."
Then, quietly, blushing and with a pounding heart, she felt the large, slippery hand of a man she had just met moving between her legs.
At the same time, she allowed another man, Lao Lin, to watch without blinking as another man caressed her private area.
This stimulation and temptation were irresistible to her; she even enjoyed it.
After a while, his wife turned to Old Lin and said, "Isn't your neck sore?"
Her face was shy, yet incredibly alluring.
Old Lin replied, "Why don't you just twist my head off and put it on your lap, or stretch your legs out over me? Let me have some peace and quiet! It's unbearable." "
Just give him a foot, that'll stop him from causing trouble!"
Old Chen laughed.
"Three-inch golden lotuses?! That'll make him happy!"
Old Yue chimed in as he drove.
His wife smacked him on the head from behind, saying, "Just drive, it's none of your business. Be a good driver."
"My second husband has become a driver now, what kind of world is this!"
Old Yue laughed and cursed.
His wife lifted her leg and stretched her foot onto the armrest between the two front seats, her red toenails making her fair feet appear even whiter in the car.
Taking advantage of this, Old Chen moved closer to his wife, his body pressed against hers. He casually took his left hand out of her panties, pulled her into his arms, and placed his leg under hers, supporting her to make her more comfortable.
Then, his right hand replaced his left, continuing to reach under her skirt and panties to caress her smooth, tender parts. This series of actions made his wife's lower body appear in an extremely shy yet wanton posture.
Springtime was beginning to unfold inside the car.
Old Lin grabbed his wife's feet. Her tiny feet looked pitifully small in his large hands, a little chilly from the air conditioning, but the warmth from his hands made her feel comfortable and cozy.
The car was on the ring road, and there were no people or cars around to see the scenery inside.
His wife's skirt had ridden up to her lower abdomen, exposing her legs and underwear. The hand inside her skirt continued to caress deeper. Old Chen's right hand was more agile than his left, trying to use his fingers to pry open his wife's labia and slip inside, but she firmly stopped him.
His left hand, however, slipped inside her shirt from her waist, caressing her waist, back, and then reaching towards her chest, trying to touch everything within reach.
This position almost made his wife lie in his arms.
Old Chen was strong and slightly overweight, and lying on top of him was undoubtedly another kind of pleasure for a woman of his small stature, although the position was somewhat contorted in the confined space.
Her feet were being stroked, and Old Lin began to suck on each of her toes one by one. Old Yue, driving beside her, would also occasionally touch her small feet and calves.
The pleasure from the caresses made her drowsy.
Just as she was half-closing her eyes and her mind was blank, Old Chen suddenly kissed her lips.
Startled, she let out a soft cry, her whole body trembling. She slapped Old Chen away, saying, "What are you doing? You scared me!"
But before she could finish her sentence, Old Chen's mouth was already covering hers, and his hands below were rubbing her genitals more vigorously, his fingers slipping inside.
She had no strength left to resist, only able to make "ooh"
sounds, squeezing and rubbing her legs together, trying to escape this sudden attack.
Old Lin turned around and laughed, his eyes fixed again on the hand hidden under his wife's skirt. He said, "Old Chen, why don't you just take off Xiao Yao's panties? I'm keeping them. They're really infuriating!"
Seeing that she had finally stopped talking, Old Chen stopped touching her too.
His wife, panting, cried out, "You guys are so annoying!"
Old Yue joked, "You better watch out, interfering with my driving will have serious consequences! We'll be there soon, why can't you guys hold back for even a little while?"
"Haha, stop joking, stop joking, we're almost there, safety first,"
Old Chen said.
His wife pulled her foot out of Old Lin's hand, and pretended to be angry as she pulled Old Chen's hand out, placing it outside her panties. She continued to lean against him, saying, "I won't let you touch me anymore, you're so annoying!"
Then Old Yue asked, "How much longer?"
"Almost there. Not far,"
Old Yue said.
Just then, the wife's elbow bumped into something hard. She knew what it was, and playfully pressed down hard. Old Chen leaned forward, hissed, and
retaliated by pressing hard between the wife's legs with his right hand... 　　Their
destination 　　was the hotel apartment that Old Chen and Old Lin had rented during their trip. 　　Old Yue was from Beijing. He met 　　the 　　wife, Old Lin, and Old Chen on a couples' website. 　　The wife 　　, 　　as a single woman, joined a group and gradually became more comfortable chatting with them. 　　In the year they'd known each other, they'd talked about almost everything. 　　After getting to know each other, they exchanged photos and started video chatting. 　　As time went on and the conversations deepened, they not only knew what each other looked like but also their backgrounds. 　　Later, nude video chatting became a popular activity among the four of them. 　　The eager expressions of the men on the other side of the screen often made the wife very happy. 　　The wife liked to show herself to these three men on the computer and enjoy their compliments, which often aroused her sexual interest after chatting. 　　Sometimes, I would hide behind the screen and watch my wife chat with them, then turn off the camera and computer. We would then have sex while my wife talked on the phone with one of them. This game captivated us for quite some time. 　　Because we lived in the same city, Lao Yue had started dating my wife alone about six months before this gathering. 　　At first, they only met twice for meals. Later, when he invited my wife to "visit" 　　his home, he "visited" her 　　into bed. 　　From then on, among the four online friends, he proudly proclaimed himself my wife's second husband. 　　My wife teased him, saying he was at best the second-to-last husband. 　　But Lao Yue's proximity made the other two incredibly envious. 　　Lao Yue's wife was actually very strict with him, including his online dating; he always kept it from his family at work.　　　So, after that one time, they had another chance to sleep together, again in a hotel room. 　　She didn't see Lao Yue often. My wife knew he was the kind of man who cheated on his wife. He was a good person, didn't lie to her, and admitted his feelings. My wife felt good about him, but she didn't care about anything else. 　　These three men have no direct contact with me; this is my wife's own little world, and I won't interfere. 　　But the internet is a mess, and my only requirement for her is safety first. 　　A while ago, when they were chatting, Lao Chen said he was going to Beijing on a business trip, and Lao Lin chimed in, saying he wanted to come along to see the woman behind the screen—the woman they'd been eyeing and who had always been so alluring. 　　Before this, Lao Yue had told them about his and my wife's experience and even sent photos, making them even more envious. 　　My wife, adding fuel to the fire, joked about them, and the three men egged her on to have a three-man-one-woman party after they met, with my wife being the queen. 　　My wife thought it was just the men joking around and indulging in fantasies, so she casually agreed.

Unexpectedly, after some time, when we chatted again, they said they were really coming, and the schedule was set.
My wife was a little overwhelmed.
Finally, my husband smoothed things over, saying the priority was meeting in person, to see how things went, have a meal, chat, and if things went well, then proceed to the next step.
And whether there were further activities was up to my wife.
My wife also has some female friends in a group chat, one of whom, a close friend, had told her about her experiences with multiple men during a previous exchange. My wife was curious and asked what it was like. She told my wife it was an unparalleled pleasure, and addictive.
Under safe conditions, she suggested my wife try it if she had the chance, saying it would be unforgettable.
She also said that with my wife's looks, finding a man she liked should be quite easy.
Her suggestion and experience probably increased my wife's confidence and curiosity. Moreover, having been with many men, this kind of absolute excitement was even more attractive to my wife, making her even more eager to try.
My wife doesn't hide the content of her conversations with them from me.
Sometimes I'm right next to her, intentionally or unintentionally, and I can see it.
But this time, my wife still asked for my opinion before meeting them.
Although I'm lenient with my wife's social life, I still hesitated a bit about her meeting three people at once.
I asked her what she thought, and even if it were something like that, while exciting, could she really handle it? I didn't give her any definite advice.
Finally, my wife said, "We'll see when we meet them, we'll see how it goes, let nature take its course, anyway, my husband is there."
Actually, this decision was already a done deal.
Everything was left to nature. They arrived, and my husband took care of the arrangements: booking restaurants, picking them up from the airport, and arranging their accommodations.
We arranged to meet my wife the next day.
The rest depended on how my wife felt about them.
On the day of the meeting, I told her to be smart and leave after dinner if she didn't like it.
I know my wife is proud and outspoken, and she doesn't easily refuse people, which might put her at a disadvantage in social situations.
Although she never seems to care, as her husband, I sometimes worry about her.
I won't go into details about my feelings all day.
My wife was quite obedient; she sent me a text message every time she arrived at a new place to let me know where she was.
That day, she deliberately didn't drive, but she dressed up carefully, and before leaving, she didn't forget to put a few condoms and a clean pair of underwear in her bag.
While they were eating, she called me from the bathroom, saying that the two men were quite nice, well-mannered, and polite.
The most ridiculous thing was that when they met, they even proactively showed her their ID cards to verify their identities.
I felt somewhat relieved.
When they arrived at Lao Chen and Lao Lin's apartment, she texted me saying she had gone to the hotel with them.
What happened next, I knew what was likely to happen.
I finished my work at the company early, drove home, and waited for her; in this situation, I couldn't do anything else.
That noon, my wife arrived at the restaurant on time. The three men were already there, drinking tea on the sofa in a private room.
Upon entering and seeing Lao Lin and Lao Chen, my wife seemed a little embarrassed.
Although they were familiar with each other online, meeting in person was still a bit awkward.
However, the men, all nearing 50, made a decent first impression, which pleased my wife.
The three men were basically the same type, except that Lao Yue seemed a bit younger than the other two.
Lao Chen, the oldest and least talkative, spoke with a slightly trembling voice when he first spoke to his wife.
Lao Lin, wearing glasses, was fair-skinned and spoke very politely and refinedly. Compared to Lao Chen, who was also from Northeast China, he didn't seem like a Northeasterner at all; he looked more like a Southerner.
Fortunately, Lao Yue was there to mediate and prevent the atmosphere from becoming awkward.
Lao Yue sat next to his wife the whole time, taking the best care of her throughout the meal. The others also took turns being attentive, serving her food and water with meticulous care, which made his wife feel much more at ease.
Gradually, the conversation returned to their online interactions, and they started joking around again, creating a more relaxed atmosphere.
Although Lao Chen didn't talk much during the meal, his wife often made eye contact with him, and he kept looking at her with a passionate gaze.
Across the table, their eyes were exchanging flirtatious glances.
Later, Lao Yue discovered this and started joking with them, saying that his wife was flirting with that handsome older man in front of her second husband.
His wife's online nickname contained the character for "demon," so everyone called her Little Demon.
Halfway through the meal, Lao Lin suddenly asked Lao Yue what they were going to do after dinner.
Lao Yue laughed and said that the arrangements would be based on Little Demon's, why ask him?
Lao Lin had intended to subtly probe his wife, but being caught out, he blushed deeply.
Looking at his wife, he said, "I wonder what Little Demon will think of us two old guys. How can we ask directly? What if it's wrong? He'll be scorned!"
His wife only said, "You guys are great, just like online. I'll listen to you."
The three were overjoyed.
They kept promising and explaining to their wife that they would never force her, respecting her wishes, and that everything would be based on her from now on, never doing anything reckless or insisting on anything else. His
wife responded, "We'll see. I don't know what will happen then."
His wife was also a little nervous and excited.
She began to imagine what the three men would do to her once they arrived.
This brought a mix of nervousness, anticipation, and excitement, and she told herself she was really indulging herself.
The thrill was alluring, drawing her to these three men.
Words like "room with three men," "sleep with three men," "indulgence," "being played with by three men," "gang rape," "bad woman," and "extremely lewd" flashed through her mind like street scenes outside the car window.
These words created phantom images of those scenes, seducing her like the three men themselves, tempting her body and her passionate heart...
Finally
, 　　they arrived. 　　The
rain 　　intensified. 　　Old Yue parked the
car 　　in front of the hotel apartment. Everyone got out and waited for him in the lobby before going upstairs together. 　　The room was new, a two-bedroom, two-living-room apartment.

The living room wasn't large, but it was very clean and tidy.
The hotel smell was strong, mixed with a faint whiff of smoke.
There was a large window in the living room with a wide, unobstructed view; in the distance was the ring road, with cars darting about like ants in the rain.
Unlike typical hotel rooms, this one had a window that could be opened, instantly letting in a rush of cool, humid air that invigorated everyone. The high floor made it a bit windy, but the lack of air conditioning was a rare treat in Beijing's summer.
My wife's first impression was that the room was great; she didn't need to draw the curtains at all.
Old Chen said, "Thank you, Lao Yue, for finding such a great place. It's economical and affordable, even more spacious and comfortable than a typical hotel.
" After some polite exchanges, the atmosphere became somewhat awkward.
No one knew what to do next.
They were hesitant to make any moves right away, afraid of upsetting their wives, but the three men certainly longed for that kind of romantic scene. It was the first time so many of them had been together, and they were a little overwhelmed. Faced with this beautiful young woman, none of them dared to take the first step.
The wife wandered around the rooms, her underwear feeling damp and uncomfortable. She went into the bathroom to clean herself up, then returned and sat in the middle of the sofa.
Old Chen remained beside her, turning on the TV, which was playing some random dramas. Old Lin said he'd make some water and tea. Old Yue sat on the single sofa, glancing at the TV and then at his wife.
The wife smoked while watching the three of them, her expression a mixture of desire and hesitation, which she found somewhat amusing. At that moment, Old Lin brought out the water, made tea for everyone, and then sat down.
The three men chatted idly about various topics.
They started talking again, jumping from one topic to another.
The wife kicked off her shoes, placing her feet on the sofa in a comfortable position, naturally exposing her thighs. This action shifted the men's conversation to her legs, feet, figure, and appearance, showering her with compliments and attention.
However, none of them took any further action.
Time passed, leaving the wife feeling somewhat hungry, like a child facing a large cake but unable to eat it.
She felt a little helpless; she couldn't very well stand up and strip naked herself, could she? Her wife stood up, walked to the window to look at the view, placed her arms on the windowsill, crossed her legs, and leaned forward naturally, her round, pert buttocks sticking out. She knew this pose was incredibly seductive; given her figure, it would be a huge visual impact on any man looking from behind. And less than three meters behind her sat three men who were fascinated by her body.
Sure enough, through the glass, her wife saw Old Chen stand up, walk to the window, and stand behind her.
He hugged her from behind, very tightly.
She immediately felt his hardness pressing against her buttocks, then his body pressed against hers, straightening her body, and he began kissing her neck and ears from behind, his hands groping her waist before slipping inside her clothes.
This action broke the deadlock and instantly ignited the wife's passion. She closed her eyes, letting him kiss her and touch her waist. Her heart began to pound. This moment would make the three men and one woman in the room lose control. The wife thought, facing three men at once, about to make love with three men at once, oh my god, what would it be like?
Old Chen's hands moved from behind the wife to the front, kneading and caressing her waist and breasts. The wife didn't resist, turning around to cooperate with his kiss, bringing her lips to his. They kissed passionately, their breaths heavy with the smell of cigarettes. Old Chen's tongue tried to force its way into her mouth. The wife resisted a little, but in response, she stuck her tongue out. Old Chen inhaled eagerly, his hot breath hitting the wife's face. She hadn't expected that the least talkative Old Chen would be the first to come. She also felt her lower body becoming warm and wet.
He thrust into her hard, and the wife could clearly feel his hard thing.
Naturally, and perhaps it was her nature, these caresses, kisses, and thrusts began to elicit soft moans from his wife, and her body started to sway slightly, especially her beautiful, sexy legs, which unconsciously rubbed together at the knees. This further aroused Old Chen, and also the other two men.
Old Chen began to unbutton his wife's top one by one, then reached into her bra and roughly kneaded her breasts. When he touched her nipples, he pinched them hard with two fingers, and his wife couldn't help but moan louder. This aroused Old Chen even more. He turned his wife around to face him, pressed her against the windowsill, and used one hand to lift her skirt, directly reaching into her panties again. His large hand almost tore the small panties apart. When his hand went in, it pulled the fine hairs, causing a slight pain. It was wet and warm there, even more wet than in the car.
Given the slippery wetness, Old Chen knew the woman's body was beginning to crave a man's advances. His middle finger was trying to penetrate her vagina. His
wife instinctively bent one leg slightly, clamping both legs tightly around Old Chen's hand, resisting his assault from below, yet inwardly reciprocating, her lips and tongue responding to his kisses.
She saw Old Lin and Old Yue sitting on the sofa, watching intently as Old Chen violated her. Their eyes scanned her exposed body—her waist, stomach, and chest were completely bare before the three men. Her round breasts, unbuttoned, revealed erect, pink nipples, and especially beneath her skirt, his hand was ravaging her most private parts.
This feeling was wonderful, even better than watching it on a video, on this cool, rainy day, truly exposed to three thirsty men.
My wife admitted that ever since she reached puberty and became sexually aware, she had always been narcissistic about the sensual beauty of her body.
The first time she felt a man staring at her body with those hungry, wolf-like eyes, almost tearing her apart, she was captivated and unable to extricate herself.
She loved that, loved letting the men she liked admire and be mesmerized by her.
But what were those two fools on the sofa waiting for? When her eyes met Lao Lin's, she deliberately made her gaze a little hazy, a little shy, yet conveying a hint of longing.
This look seemed to encourage Lao Lin, and he stood up.
The moment he stood, my wife saw a bulge in his pants; that bulge further confirmed his allure, proving how seductive he was, which made her very proud.
Lao Lin walked over, and my wife's heart pounded even harder. Two men—what were they going to do to her naked body?
Old Lin cupped his wife's face and kissed her deeply on the lips, his tongue darting into her mouth. His wife let out a muffled groan, a sound not only because her breath was partially blocked by his mouth, but also because Old Lin's hand rudely reached for her genitals—two men's hands vying to reach between her legs.
Old Chen reached behind his wife and began unhooking her bra. His wife turned to meet Old Lin's touch, their tongues intertwining.
Old Chen clumsily fumbled around for a while before finally unhooking the bra. The bra limply opened, hanging lazily on his wife's shoulders. His wife instantly felt a cool breeze on her breasts, the light breeze easing the tightness of her breasts.
Old Chen pulled his wife's shirt back, revealing her fair, delicate shoulders. Her arms, previously restrained by the shirt and bra straps, were now fully exposed when he pulled the bra up. Her round, snow-white, and alluring breasts were completely revealed to the three men.
Old Lin stopped kissing his wife, looking at her two beautiful breasts, and at one of the breasts Old Chen was holding in his hand. He exclaimed excitedly, "Oh, so beautiful..."
"So beautiful! So beautiful!"
Old Chen echoed.
His wife's breasts were indeed beautiful, not large, but round and firm, with few areolas, faintly surrounding pink nipples.
Her nipples were her most sensitive spot, so sensitive that even a tight hug could give her a different sensation.
She was also deeply disgusted that her breasts were in the hands and mouths of men, being caressed, kissed, and ravaged at will in various ways.
Moreover, now there were two men, no, soon three men, which made her breathing rapid. Her nipples were already erect, and the pink color in the middle was becoming increasingly obvious.
She strained her breasts, hoping that one of them would do something even more excessive.
The two men, one on each side, almost simultaneously began to knead her breasts. Old Lin gently pinched one erect nipple with two fingers, while Old Chen immediately took his nipple into his mouth, greedily licking it with his tongue.
The two men's coordinated actions instantly gave his wife a tingling pleasure, causing her to groan loudly. At the same time, this tingling sensation, like an electric shock, traveled down her body from her chest, directly to the private area between her legs, then brought out another surge of heat, rushing towards the tender flesh between her thighs.
To enhance the sensation, the wife tilted her head back, thrusting her chest towards the two men, and clamping her legs tightly together to prevent the slippery fluid from leaking out.
The two men noticed her sensitivity.
Old Chen, no longer caring about what lay below, kneaded his wife's breasts with both hands, using every method he could think of to lick, kiss, suck, and gently bite those incredibly alluring nipples he had never seen or played with before, like a greedy child, constantly making exaggerated "tsk tsk"
sounds.
Old Lin's hand took Old Chen's place, reaching inside his wife's panties to rub her.
The panties were almost torn apart by his large hands. As his hand slid down his wife's soft, baby-hair-like pubic hair, he found her labia already incredibly wet. He extended his middle finger and explored further inside, making his wife's moans and gasps even more rapid. It was easy for Lao Lin to find his wife's clitoris hidden between her two tender, slippery labia. Lao Lin began to rub that area with his entire middle finger and palm, making his wife's moans continuous. Her body contorted more violently with his rubbing; the harder she squeezed her legs together, the more intensely she felt Lao Lin's rubbing. Gradually, the pleasure became irresistible, and she began to feel that the small panties were now an obstacle.
From Lao Lin's fingers playing with her genitals, his wife felt that his skills with women were far more experienced than Lao Chen's.
With these stimulations from above and below, his wife's vaginal fluids flowed like a spring, the slippery, sticky fluid visible between her thighs.
Old Lin felt it too. With the abundant vaginal fluid, he easily inserted his fingers further inside. Reaching the vaginal opening, he unceremoniously shoved his middle finger in, beginning to stir it wildly up and down and back and forth. His wife let out a soft "ooh," 　　completely
limp.
...
His wife 　　, 　　manipulated by the four hands of the two men, gasped and moaned, her body weak, constantly cursing them for being annoying and begging for mercy. But the wetness of her lower body, her flushed face, and her dazed eyes told the two men that she enjoyed being played with like this. 　　His wife thought this intense stimulation had reached its peak, and she couldn't control when she would climax. But when she saw Old Yue watching her and the two men, smiling maliciously at the three of them, his wife knew that even more intense, heart-pounding stimulation awaited her; this was just the beginning. 　　Realizing this, she became even more excited. Just how far could she go? How many men could she possibly accept? How pleasurable would that feeling of being gang-raped be? She wasn't just longing for it, she was anticipating it.　　　The two men's ministrations were making her almost unable to stand. 　　Although the cool breeze from outside kept blowing into the room with moisture, her body was still incredibly hot. 　　Old Yue sat there, watching for a while, before finally approaching. 　　As Old Yue drew closer, her breathing became heavier, and her heart pounded faster. If he came closer, she thought, she really would be being played with by three men at the same time. So quickly, she was already weak all over, so stimulating. If they were really pinning her down, what kind of pleasure would that be?! Old Yue approached, squatted down, and placed his hands on either side of her fair thighs, his face directly between her legs, less than a head's width away. 　　He watched Old Lin's hands groping inside her panties, as if enjoying watching his wife being violated by other men. Old Yue looked at her with a hint of schadenfreude, glancing at her genitals, then looking up at her and laughing, which made her feel even more embarrassed. 　　Old Yue raised his hands and began to caress her jade-like legs. His wife felt a surge of pleasure, goosebumps rising all over her body, her breathing becoming erratic. Three men, six hands, exploring and fondling her body, giving her an unprecedented sense of pleasure and abandon. She felt she had made the right decision to come with them today; everything would surely get better from here on. 　　At this moment, Old Yue grabbed the edge of his wife's panties and pulled them down. Old Lin, sensing this, also used the hand that had been caressing his wife's genitals to pull down her panties as well, perhaps also finding them too in the way. 　　His wife instinctively tried to squeeze her legs together, trying to prevent them from pulling down the semi-transparent panties, but in just two or three seconds, Old Yue pulled them down to her ankles. 　　His wife was left only with her open silk skirt; her last line of defense was breached first.　　　As they pulled down his wife's underwear, Old Chen also unhooked and unzipped her skirt from behind. The moment the underwear was pulled down, the skirt fell to the ground. 　　His wife's entire lower body was completely exposed before them, with nothing left to cover her. 　　She had no way to resist this series of actions. In just a few seconds, all she could do, besides cooperate, was to let out seemingly unwilling, coquettish "hmm, hmm"　　　sounds and a sweet, reproachful voice: "What are you doing, you bad guys, you're so naughty..."　　　However, this kind of sound and reaction from a woman only fueled the man's desire to invade.

The three men offered no verbal response, only their hands and mouths. Old Lin and Old Chen continued to caress, lick, and kiss his wife's body, while Old Yue knelt below, kissing her thighs repeatedly. He extended his tongue, licking from above her knees down to her groin, almost touching Old Lin's hand before moving on to the other leg.
Where Old Yue's tongue passed, his saliva left a trail of tingling, cool sensations that sent shivers down his wife's spine, even raising goosebumps. The feeling was completely different from the sensation of fingers inside her vagina or tongues licking her nipples. She wanted to kick Old Yue away, but couldn't bring herself to.
Each of the three men did their best to enjoy this beautiful woman, and his wife also enjoyed this rare thrill.
Without any cover, the three men were even more unrestrained and had more freedom to play with his wife.
Caressing, teasing, and kneading, the three men's fingers took turns exploring the wife's most sensitive spots. They alternated between standing and squatting, their three greedy mouths and three wet, hot tongues attacking her nipples in turn, continuously giving her the pleasure and stimulation of being violated by multiple men.
The wife felt increasingly weak; the impact made her body go limp, her juices flowing freely. If they hadn't been holding and embracing her, she might have collapsed to the ground.
This was the true feeling of being played with; she felt it was even more stimulating than an orgasm.
In return for the three men, she began to actively kiss them, allowing their smoky tongues to enter her mouth.
She began to feel her legs trembling; she was really about to collapse.
The wife pleaded, "Let me sit down, I... I can't stand anymore."
The three men stopped.
The wife threw off her skirt and underwear covering her feet, and the three men helped her to the sofa.
Old Chen ran to the bathroom, grabbed a bath towel, and had his wife place it under her bottom. This gesture delighted her again, and she instinctively kissed his cheek.
Old Lin, not to be outdone, raised a teacup and fed his wife water.
This action amused everyone. His wife, wearing only a shirt, laughed while covering her chest with it, but then found it ridiculous. What was the point of covering her chest when her lower body was exposed to three men? Thinking this, she simply took off her shirt herself, and Old Yue neatly arranged all the clothes.
The men's series of actions, along with their direct, fiery gazes, aroused his wife again. Smiling, she asked them in a coquettish voice, "Am I pretty? Like in the photos?"
The three men chorused, "Yes, yes!" Each praising her while their hands and mouths reached towards her body.
These compliments made his wife uncontrollably happy.
Naked among the three men, she felt like the center of attention.
As his wife was enjoying more caresses, Lao Lin leaned down, spread her legs, and kissed her genitals directly.
His wife cried out, "No! Don't!"
Lao Lin hesitated for a moment, and his wife said, "Let me wash up, okay? You all need to shower too."
Lao Chen and Lao Yue both said, "Okay, okay, everyone shower first."
Lao Lin laughed and said, "Okay, when that little vixen comes back, I'll be the first to eat her!"
His wife stood up, pulled the towel she was using to cover herself, and walked towards the bathroom in one of the bedrooms.
As she passed through the gap between the sofas, in front of the three men, her round buttocks were sticking out. Lao Yue reached out and gently patted her buttocks, "Look at that little vixen's buttocks, so round and white, they're mesmerizing!"
"Ugh!"
his wife cursed, twisting and running away, her buttocks trembling like a pool of water.
Her body was already a mess, especially her lower body.
After showering, my wife came out wrapped in a towel. On her way back to the living room, several men stared at her intently. This time, she seemed a little shy. She sat down, still wrapped in the towel.
Two wet strands of hair clung to her cheeks, making her look even more alluring.
She curled her legs up on the sofa and said to the three of them, "You guys go shower too!"
Old Yue said, "Old Chen, Old Lin, you two go first. I'll wait until you're done."
Old Chen and Old Lin obediently went to their respective bathrooms.
Old Yue then came over, pulled his wife into his arms, and made her sit sideways on his lap.
His hand slipped under the towel and began to touch her. My wife had one arm around Old Yue's neck and the other began to unbutton his t-shirt, stroking the chest hair on his chest, and whispered, "Did you miss me?"
Old Yue said, "Yes, look down there."
His penis was already erect and bulging.
His wife laughed and said, "Ugh... Hey, are they alright? Nothing bad will happen, right?"
"What do you think? They're fine. We all know each other so well. With me here, what's there to be afraid of?"
Lao Yue said.
"It's all because of you! You arranged all this! You're the worst..."
his wife said.
"Did you like it? You looked so beautiful just now, didn't you?"
Lao Yue asked.
"Hmm... I don't know yet, but it was pretty good just now, really,"
his wife said.
"You little slut! I knew you liked it. Your eyes were red, and you were wet down there, you're so horny! This is a rare opportunity, go all out and have some fun. I'll make you feel good!"
Lao Yue said with a laugh.
His wife put her hand inside Lao Yue's clothes, stroking his chest, and asked him in a low voice, "Aren't you jealous seeing me being played with by those two?"
"If you're happy, I'm not jealous. Besides, it's not my place to be jealous. I'm not your husband. Would your husband be jealous seeing you being played with by three men?"
"Get lost, you're so annoying,"
his wife said.
"Hehe, the three of us will give your husband a good time in a bit!"
Old Yue said, giving his wife's genitals a hard rub.
"Ah, no, you're so mean!"
his wife cried out, hitting Old Yue again, then said, "Seriously, you're not allowed to lead the bullying later, or I won't talk to you anymore."
"What do you mean by bullying?"
Old Yue asked with a smile.
"Does all of us fucking your little pussy count as bullying you?"
"You bad boy. Just don't go too far."
his wife said coquettishly.
At this point, she could no longer contain her lust, so she pressed her lips to Old Yue's.
She couldn't hold back anymore, wishing the three of them would give her ecstasy right now.
Old Yue pulled the towel wrapped around his wife's chest and tossed it aside. He kissed her while caressing her breasts.
His wife's smooth, white, and rounded body was in his arms. After a passionate kiss, his wife, her cheeks flushed, whispered to him, "I wanted to..."
"Wanted what? You little slut,"
Old Yue teased.
"You! Know!"
his wife said sweetly, kissing his lips again.
"If you don't know, just say it yourself!"
Old Yue continued teasing, then gave his wife's genitals a slight, firm touch.
"Ah..."
his wife let out a soft moan, then leaned close to Old Yue's ear and whispered, "I want you to play with me..."
Then, she buried her face in his shoulder and kissed his neck.
"You little slut! You want us to play with you, don't you?"
With that, Lao Yue tightened his grip, and as his wife groaned even louder, his fingers slid into her vagina, gently stirring a few times. His wife wrapped her arms around Lao Yue's neck, her taut buttocks and tightly pressed legs moving in rhythm with the rhythm of his fingers inside her.
"Look how wet you are. You little slut, don't worry, the three of us will have a good time with you later!"
Lao Yue said.
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