My young and beautiful wife has been having sex with other men for a long time (15)

The factory manager was a lecherous man. He treated my wife like a client of a prostitute, doing whatever was most vulgar and stimulating. He not only enjoyed her body but also frequently provided unusual forms of psychological stimulation. Once, while I was away on a business trip, the manager came to my house and played with my wife. Afterward, he took out a black marker and wanted to write a few words on her body. My wife asked him,
"Why are you writing?"
The manager grinned and said, "Just playing around, writing a couple of words, come on." My wife knew she couldn't resist him, and besides, she was curious to see what he wanted to write, so she let him write. She figured she could just erase it later. So, she lay down and let him write. Unexpectedly, the manager wrote four large characters on my wife's fair pubic area: "Factory Manager's Only." My
wife was both amused and exasperated when she saw it. She asked him, "Why did you write this?"
The factory manager laughed loudly for a while, then told my wife that he just wanted to have some fun. He instructed her not to wipe it off, but to keep it on her for two days, because he would wear those words while having sex with her again, and then wipe it off afterward. My wife
knew that the factory manager had a very perverted sexual psychology; whatever he wanted to do, she had to comply with him. For those two days, my wife wore the words "Factory Manager's Only" on her vulva to and from work. This gave her a special kind of thrill. During those two days, she was extra careful when using the restroom at work, afraid of being seen by her colleagues.
However, things happened quite coincidentally. The day after writing those four characters, the factory, under the organization of the labor union, was taking all the female workers to the hospital for a free physical examination, mainly to check for gynecological diseases. The factory had hired two large buses, and all the female workers boarded the buses except for my wife. Despite repeated persuasion from the labor union chairman and the office director, she stubbornly refused to go and wouldn't give a reason. Then, several female workers who had a good relationship with my wife forcibly dragged her onto the bus. At that moment, my wife was on the verge of tears, repeatedly saying,
"No, no, I really don't want to go. Please make way and let me off."
Just then, the factory manager arrived. Only he knew why my wife didn't want to go. He said, "Since she doesn't want to go, then she doesn't have to go. Don't you women even understand this? Maybe she's not feeling well these days."
The factory manager's words seemed to remind everyone, so they made way, and my wife got off the bus.
My wife was really worried. If they forced her to go to the hospital and conduct a mandatory examination, and the doctors and her colleagues saw the four large characters "Factory Manager's Special" on her vagina, it would become a huge scandal.
Two days later, the factory manager had sex with my wife again. When he saw the four characters "Factory Manager's Special" on her vagina, still pristine and without a trace of fading, he was extremely excited.
The next morning, after they finished, the factory manager finally agreed to let my wife wash it off. However, she was busy going to work in the morning and didn't have time to deal with it. My wife went to work all day with those four characters on her vagina, ate dinner at her mother's house in the evening, spent some time with the children, and only tried to wash it off when she got home.
But who knew the factory manager used a high-quality imported oil-based marker? The ink had incredibly strong adhesion. It had been several days, the ink had dried completely, and was firmly stuck to the skin, making it very difficult to wash off. My wife washed it several times with soap, but there was no sign of the ink coming off. She even tried detergent and laundry powder, scrubbing repeatedly, but to no avail. My wife was getting anxious.
That night, I came home. My wife was initially too embarrassed to tell me, but when I was having sex with her that night, I noticed those four big characters. I was stunned for a moment, but immediately understood—it must have been that factory manager's doing. So, that night, I also wore those four characters on my skin as I enjoyed my wife's "Factory Manager's Special" vagina. Haha.
The next day, I got some alcohol from work. That evening, I used cotton swabs dipped in the alcohol to slowly soak the area, spending over an hour to completely remove the four characters.
Another time, I was away on a business trip, and my wife was lonely, so she brought our youngest son home. After dark, my wife made the bed and was about to put the child to sleep when the factory manager called, saying he wanted to play with my wife. My wife said it wasn't convenient with the child at home and asked him to come another day. The factory manager said he was right outside our gate, so my wife had no choice but to open the door and let him in.
After he came in, my wife said to my youngest son, "This is Grandpa, say hello to Grandpa."
"Hello, Grandpa," the little boy said in his childish voice.
"Oh, this child is so good," the factory manager said, touching my son's cheek.
Then my wife said to him, "It's not convenient with the child at home today, can you come again tomorrow?"
The factory manager said, "Then you can take the child back."
My wife said, "I specially picked him up today, it's so late, how can I explain taking him back?"
The factory manager said, "It's fine if you don't take him back, he's only two years old, he doesn't understand anything. We can play after he falls asleep, you should put the child to sleep now."
My wife said, "Why are you in such a hurry? Can't we do it tomorrow?"
The factory manager said, "Girl, you don't know, today a friend gave me a few pounds of venison. This stuff is an aphrodisiac. After eating it, I couldn't stand it anymore. If I don't get it out tonight, I'll die of pent-up desire."
My wife chuckled, "No wonder you're in such a hurry."
My wife understood the factory manager's urgency. Then, she said to my youngest son,
"Son, Grandpa has guests over today, and there's nowhere for them to sleep. They can sleep at our house."
Then, my wife laid out three sets of blankets, one for each person. My wife lay in the middle, the factory manager on her left, and my son on her right. After they lay down, my wife tried to put the child to sleep. The factory manager was too impatient; before the child was even asleep, he crawled into my wife's blanket.
Seeing a stranger in the house, the children were very curious, especially seeing the stranger crawl into their mother's bed. My youngest son stared wide-eyed, refusing to sleep. My wife tried to turn off the light, but the child wouldn't let her.
At this point, the factory manager couldn't wait any longer. He stripped my wife naked in bed, then climbed on top of her and began to penetrate her.
My wife said, "Wait a little longer, the child isn't asleep yet."
The factory manager said, "I can't wait any longer. It's okay, the child is too young to understand."
With that, he began to vigorously fuck my wife in bed, and she involuntarily moaned.
My youngest son watched blankly. Although he didn't understand such things, he found the scene strange and asked the factory manager in his childish voice,
"Grandpa, what are you doing?"
"I'm fucking your mother." "That's right, " the factory manager replied rudely.
His wife glared at him, "How dare you talk to the child like that?
" The manager grinned lewdly at his wife and said, "That's exactly right, I'm really fucking it."
His wife said urgently, "This won't do, you need to get down right now."
"It's alright," the manager insisted.
The wife continued, "Get down quickly, let me put the child to sleep, okay?"
The factory manager reluctantly got down and lay down next to his wife, saying, "What are you afraid of? He doesn't understand yet."
The wife said, "Even though the child doesn't understand yet, he'll remember. When he grows up and understands, that would be terrible."
The factory manager chuckled and said, "Otherwise, he'll understand later that his mother must have been slept with by a man. If a man didn't sleep with his mother, where would he come from?"
The wife said, half-laughing, half-crying, "How can you be so shameless?"
The factory manager hugged my wife and said, "If I weren't shameless, would I have slept with you?"
My wife tried to put the child to sleep for a while, but my son just wouldn't sleep. The factory manager couldn't wait any longer and climbed on top of my wife again, having sex with her.
The factory manager felt it wasn't appropriate to do it too much in front of the children, so he didn't dare to be too rough. However, after a while, he felt it wasn't enough and thought, "The kids don't understand anyway," so he suddenly increased the intensity, slapping and slapping away, making the blankets arch high. My wife started screaming as he did it: "Ouch, ah, ouch... ouch, ah, ah, ouch, ouch..."
This startled my youngest son, who anxiously asked,
"Why are you hitting my mom?"
My wife quickly said to the factory manager, "Wait, stop for a moment." The factory manager stopped temporarily.
Then my wife said to my son, "Son, Grandpa didn't hit Mom, don't be scared, okay?"
"But he hurt you!" my son said.
"Mom's tummy hurts, and Grandpa is rubbing her tummy," my wife explained.
At this point, the factory manager chimed in, "That's right, your mom's tummy hurts, and Grandpa is rubbing her tummy. Look, look, he's rubbing it like this, like this." As he spoke, the factory manager thrust into my wife a few more times.
My wife glared at him again: "Alright, get off me now, I need to put the child to sleep."
The factory manager said, "It wasn't going very well today." Then he got off my wife and lay down beside her.
My wife continued to put the child to sleep. At this time, my younger son also got sleepy, and soon he really fell asleep. Afraid of waking the child, the factory manager and my wife deliberately moved to the side of the kang (heated brick bed), away from the child.
To avoid making any noise, the factory manager and my wife were having sex under the covers. After a while, the factory manager got annoyed by the covers, so he threw them aside and started having sex with my wife naked. My wife told him not to make too much noise so as not to wake the child. At first, the factory manager listened and tried to control himself, but after a while, he got more and more excited and forgot everything. He and my wife were having sex vigorously, just like before. My wife finally couldn't control herself and started screaming loudly again, "Oh, ah, oh... ah, ah, ah, oh, oh..."
The child wasn't sound asleep yet, and this really woke him up. The child silently came to my wife and the factory manager and asked, "Mom, what are you doing?"
The factory manager and my wife were having sex so intensely that they hadn't noticed the baby at all. The baby's sudden arrival startled them both. The factory manager immediately stopped, and my wife quickly pulled the blanket over him. Then she explained to the baby, "Didn't Mommy say that Grandpa is rubbing Mommy's tummy? You should go to sleep now, okay?"
My wife finally managed to get the baby to sleep again. This time, the factory manager wasn't in such a hurry. He waited a while until the baby was completely asleep before continuing to have sex with my wife. That night, thanks to the effects of the venison, the factory manager was like a madman, tormenting my wife for over three hours before finally stopping.
A few days later, I returned home. My wife and the children were there. When my youngest son saw me, he hugged me tightly, his face pressed against mine, very affectionately. I bought him lots of his favorite treats. He sat beside me, chatting and laughing. After a while, he said to me,
"Dad, that day an old man came over, a big bearded guy. Oh no, Mom's tummy hurt! Oh no, the old man rubbed Mom's tummy! Oh no, Mom, ouch, ouch, it hurts!"
My wife quickly stopped him, "Don't talk nonsense. Listen to me, you're never allowed to tell anyone about this again, okay?"
"Why?" my son asked.
"No reason, just don't tell, understand?"
"Yes," my son replied. (To be continued)

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