My Beloved Wife's Apricot Blossoms Inside the Wall (Seventeen): Madness

Continuing from the previous chapter:
As I approached the private room, I glanced inside as usual, but strangely, the room was empty. I looked up at the room number with suspicion—it was correct!
A bad feeling suddenly crept into my mind. I'd only known L for a few days, and this was our first meeting. Could I have run into a bad guy? Had he kidnapped my wife while I was out? Thinking this, I chuckled to myself. Why would I kidnap a woman in her forties when I'd already slept with her so easily? To keep her as a pet! So I pushed open the door and went in…
Once inside the private room, before I could even look around, I caught a glimpse out of the corner of my eye of my wife lying on the sofa inside the door (a position not visible from the outside). Her long hair was disheveled and blowing to the floor, and her pants were pulled down to her ankles. Beneath her, L was on his knees between her spread legs, kissing and licking her passionately. Amidst the deafening music, neither of them seemed to notice my arrival…
I stood on this side of the door, keeping an eye on the occasional guests passing by in the corridor, wary of any unexpected arrival of the waiters, while quietly watching the two people on the sofa lost in their reverie: one a complete stranger meeting for the first time, the other the beloved with whom I had lived for over 20 years, now entangled once again in this semi-public place…
On the sofa, my wife’s hair was disheveled, her eyes were glazed, and she was muttering something unintelligible. The music was too loud to hear anything, but I could see her mouth opening wide as if she were screaming, and her lips trembling, accompanied by a trembling of her whole body, as if she had a seizure. Accompanying my wife's varying reactions was L's greedy licking of her vulva, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily...
Slowly, I became aroused. Just as I was about to go over and put my weapon in my wife's mouth for another round of oral sex, I noticed that my wife suddenly sat up. Just as I thought she had discovered my presence and was about to step forward, I saw her grab L's head, bring her mouth to it, and frantically kiss L's mouth. The frenzy was even greater than what had happened in the hotel room.
My wife's head swayed from side to side, her tongue deeply probing into L's mouth, sucking and swirling, while her hands reached for L's crotch, caressing and kneading. L seemed to passively accept my wife's "attack," simply opening his mouth wide and letting her tongue swirl and suck in his mouth. At that moment, his eyes also caught sight of me at the door, and he paused slightly. I made a shushing gesture, signaling him to continue.
Seeing my encouraging look, L began to respond to my wife's passionate kisses...
After kissing for about two or three minutes, I saw my wife lean down, as if to suck L's penis. Although I didn't want to interrupt, I had to stop her at this moment. If a waiter suddenly walked in and saw the kissing, he might not be surprised, but if he saw a woman sucking a man's penis, it would probably be the news that night.
I gestured for L to stop, and L lifted my wife's head, gesturing with his lips for me to be behind him.
My wife turned around and saw me, her eyes showing no panic or shyness, but a hazy look, her tongue unconsciously licking her lips. I went over, hugged her, and said, "Baby, not here!"
Without hesitation, my wife kissed my lips, the faint, salty smell of her genitals mixed with my semen emanating from them—not strong, acceptable—the remnants of our battle in the shower.
After kissing for a while, my wife whispered in my ear, her voice trembling with tears, "Honey, I can't take it anymore, I want to go home."
I nodded, still holding her, and said to L, "Pack up, let's go."
L nodded, quickly gathered his clothes, draped my wife's purple coat over her shoulders, and my wife nestled against me as I led her out of the private room. Outside, I hailed a taxi, gesturing for L to sit in the front, while I helped my wife into the back. I had initially considered having my wife and L sit in the back, but remembering what had just happened and my wife's lingering desire, I changed my mind—what if I lost control and started kissing and groping her in the taxi? That would be incredibly awkward!
We didn't speak the rest of the way; my wife nestled against me, eyes closed, her breathing gradually calming. In less than ten minutes, we arrived at my neighborhood. We went upstairs, opened the door, and as soon as it closed, my wife suddenly hugged me tightly, pressing her lips to
mine. In an instant, her tongue slipped into my mouth, and she began kissing me passionately again… L stood awkwardly to the side, unsure whether to approach or sit down. He just stood there dumbfounded. Taking advantage of a moment when my wife was catching her breath, I said to L, “Don’t just stand there like an idiot, go take a shower.
” L nodded hastily, his eyes darting around before finally spotting the bathroom door. He quickly stripped off his clothes and went into the bathroom naked.
I pulled my wife to the sofa and we continued kissing. After a while, my wife’s onslaught finally subsided. I panted and said to my wife, “You little slut, what’s wrong with you today? You’re so crazy!”
My wife, also panting, said, “I just want to keep kissing you, keep your mouth shut, and not let you speak.”
I said, “Why?” My wife lowered her head and said, “I’m afraid you’ll scold me.”
I said, “Why would I scold my darling?”
My wife said, "You saw me like that at the karaoke bar just now..."
I hugged her and said gently, "Silly girl, I went out so you two could be intimate for a while, but I didn't expect you to be so bold. What if the waiter came in halfway through?"
My wife finally blushed a little and said shyly, "I really couldn't resist. After you left, there was a dance music playing, and he was dancing with me. After a few steps, he put his hand inside my pants and started touching me, and... and he even put his fingers inside me... kissing me from above, and inserting them below. I was so itchy, I couldn't stand it anymore, and I was afraid of being seen outside, so I moved with him to the sofa behind the door, and then... and then I fell onto the sofa..."
After saying this, my wife kissed me again, asking, "Honey, your darling has become so sexy, do you still like it?"
I said, "I like my wife being sexy, she's most beautiful when she's most sexy."
My wife mumbled, "Honey, quickly touch your little sexy sister down there, she's so itchy!"
I unbuttoned my wife's jeans and reached down to her crotch. It was warm and wet there, her underwear already soaked through, and the crotch of her jeans was also wet and stained—my wife was truly aroused today!
My fingers moved in and out of her vagina, and she writhed, letting out low, animalistic moans. "Husband, fuck me, quick... fuck your slutty pussy... I want it..." I
could no longer control myself. I pushed my wife down onto the sofa, stripped her naked from head to toe, then took off my own clothes and thrust in without any foreplay...
The moment I entered, her hot, wet garden gushed out a large amount of vaginal fluid, flowing down her buttocks and soaking the sofa. With a few simple thrusts, my wife let out a long moan, shouting: "Husband! I'm going to die..."
Then, she ejaculated profusely, spraying water onto the standing air conditioner next to the sofa, splashing up droplets...

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