Such a wife, such a husband [End] (Urban life adult novel)

A few years ago, my wife and I immigrated abroad. But to be honest, I really didn't want to come at first. The reasons were: first, I am a local; second, my English is too poor. But my wife likes to come, and I have bronchitis, so I listen to her in everything and don't object to anything she likes to do, so I followed her here.

When I first came here, I was still feeling fresh, so I traveled around. Half a year has passed, and I have almost spent all the money I brought with me. It’s time to settle down and live a quiet life. My English was too poor and the economy was in recession, so I couldn’t find a professional job. I worked in the Chinese community for a month, but didn’t make much money. I was exhausted and suffered a lot. I had never suffered such hardship before!

My wife felt sorry for me and said, "You go learn English first, and I'll find a job to support the family." But after more than a month, I still didn't find a suitable job. One day, she picked up a newspaper and there was an advertisement that read:

"High-end private club, massage, elegant environment, monthly income over ten thousand", said he wanted to give it a try.

When I heard that, I got anxious and said, "Are you crazy? This is obviously a prostitute. You give up a good job in your country and come here to do this? Why don't we go back home?" She didn't say anything else and ignored me for the next two days. I thought she was just a little angry and it would be fine in a few days, so I didn't take it to heart.

At around 10 o'clock in the evening on the third day, I returned home from English class. My wife was not at home, but the table was piled with my favorite food. Where can we go so late? We don't have many friends here, so I went to the park where we often walk to look for her, but I couldn't find her. Later I heard from the landlord that she was picked up by a BMW in the afternoon. She might have gone to a party because she looked very beautifully dressed and asked me why I didn't go.

I was speechless. I returned to the basement where we rented a house and looked at the table full of food, but I couldn't eat anything. It was past 12 o'clock in the evening when she finally called me. I shouted on the phone, "Where have you been? Come back soon!" She just said sorry, followed by a long silence, and then hung up the phone.

I really don’t know how I got through the next few days, but I finally figured it out. I can’t live without her. She is the woman who would make me give up everything, even my life, to love her. At this time, I need to stay calm. Being frantic and irrational will only scare her away.

More than a week later, my wife called again. I said to her calmly on the phone, "Come back. I love you no matter what. We can discuss anything." At 8 o'clock in the evening, she came back. She usually only wore light makeup, but now she was wearing heavy makeup. She took off her coat, revealing a bodysuit that was not much bigger than her bra, and a skirt so short that half of her butt was exposed. She was wearing thin, high black lace-up heels and stood there looking at me coldly.

Isn't this the prostitute I saw in the movies! I stared at him blankly, not knowing what to say. After a while she said, "Have you seen enough? Should we talk?" "Well, yes, you are... yes..." I stuttered a little, "Have you already..." She interrupted me impatiently, "Already what? Look how hard you try. I came back dressed like this today just to tell you that I have started working. I have received 24 guests this week. This is what I wear when I work. I was afraid of irritating you, so I picked a more conservative one." Although I had thought of this result, I couldn't help jumping up from the sofa, clenching my fists and yelling, "Why? Why?" She was stunned for a moment, but soon regained her composure and said, "The reason is very simple. First, you can buy a nice car and wear famous brands. Second, it's fun and exciting. We have been married for almost five years. I gave you the best time. Now I'm almost 28, and I want to save some time for myself." A heat went straight through my head, and I clenched my fists and walked towards her, "Feng, let's get a divorce!" she said calmly. I suddenly fell to the ground like a deflated ball: "Divorce? No, I don't want it." She still looked at me coldly: "See clearly, I am a prostitute now, do you still want me?" I lowered my head silently. She added, "Being with a woman like me, you can only feel pain and grievance." I raised my head, looked at her and said, "I'm more miserable without you. As long as you don't divorce me, I can agree to anything you want." "Including me becoming a prostitute?" she asked.

I got up from the ground and walked to her, then knelt down again, hugged her legs like I did when I proposed to her, slowly raised my head and squeezed out four words from my mouth: "I want to try it." She shook off my hand, walked to the sofa and sat down, and said: "If you want to be with me, you must give up your self-esteem. It is because of your self-esteem that you can't accept the fact that I am a prostitute. In fact, in front of customers, I also have to put down my self-esteem, otherwise I can't work happily. You too, understand? You should regard being with me as my husband as a gift from me to you, and you won't care that I am a prostitute." She went on: "Just kneel here and think it through before you decide if you are willing or not." I didn't say anything, and just knelt like that to express my agreement. She went to the bedroom and got a cushion and put it under my knees. I immediately grabbed her hand and said, "I do. I really do!" She smiled, hugged me, and kissed me on the face, leaving a red lip mark on my face... In this way, my wife officially started her work, going to work every afternoon and coming back after 3 o'clock in the evening, and sometimes not until dawn. We started to have more money, and he began to buy brand-name clothes, handbags, jewelry, etc. He also became better at dressing himself up, and looked younger and more handsome, but we had less and less to talk about.

I know it in my heart, so how can I let it go? Especially when it’s late at night and everyone is asleep, I always wonder, what is she doing now?

One day, she told me that she would be away for a week. I asked her why, and she said she was going to Toronto with a guest. I was stunned for a moment, and then asked, "What is this? Work or something else?" She smiled faintly:

"It's work. This week, I'm her wife, and she has paid me." I smiled bitterly and turned to leave. My wife suddenly ran over and hugged me and said, "Are you jealous? I will always be yours." I forced a smile and said to my wife, "I'm not jealous of that guy! He has to pay to be your husband for a week, but it doesn't cost me to be your husband." "You're so bad!" My wife hit me hard. I held her hand tightly, as if my wife would disappear if I let go. "Oh! It hurts so much!" I hurriedly let go of my hand, but my wife hugged me and said, "Husband, come, I want you, go take a shower and wait in the room, I'll go prepare." "Prepare what? Didn't we just take off our clothes and go to bed before?" My wife glared at me: "Go!" A few minutes later, I was sitting on the bed. My wife was wearing sexy lingerie, a thong, black fishnet stockings, and black lace-up high heels. She slowly walked up to me and pushed me onto the bed. Then she lay on top of me, stretching out her slender tongue and starting from my lips, slowly licking down, ears, neck, nipples, penis, all the way to the anus, then back to the penis, slowly holding it in her mouth...Oh my God! This was the first time my wife had sex with me like this since we got married. Her penis swelled up quickly and an intense pleasure surged up like electricity.

"Do you like it?" my wife asked after we were done. "Yes," I replied. "I'm glad you like it. There will be more in the future." The wife smiled mysteriously. I asked again, "Where did you learn this?" "Sister Wang taught me." The wife replied, "Okay, I have to catch a plane, so I'll go pack my things first." Then my wife took out a bunch of sexy underwear and high heels from the closet and stuffed them into the suitcase. Seeing my beautiful wife leaving to be someone else's wife for a week, I felt a dull pain in my heart.

After tidying up, she took out a few sets of clothes from the closet: "Honey, which one do you think I should wear? Help me choose. I'm running out of time and I still need to touch up my makeup." I picked for a long time and found a set that covered her more tightly. She looked at me and asked, "Why did you choose this one?" I thought to myself that this set does not reveal much, but I said, "Toronto is colder than here! Be careful not to catch a cold." She smiled and kissed me on the cheek: "Honey, you still care about me. Goodbye! Honey." I ran out quickly. I looked at her back coldly and muttered, "You know I'm a good person, but you still go find someone else to be your husband?" At night, a strong wind blew outside. I lay in bed, listening to the "wooshing" sound of the wind outside, unable to fall asleep.

What is she doing now? Are you snuggling in someone else's arms? Are you kissing that man? Are you calling that guy husband? Is it... The more I think about it, the more depressed I feel, like a huge rock is blocking my heart.

no! I want to make a phone call, I want to hear her voice. I dialed her cell phone, and after a few long beeps, there was a "beep" of blindness. I knew she must have hung up after seeing that it was me calling. A heat rose from my chest, I grabbed my clothes, rushed out of the room, and ran straight to the gas station near my home, where I knew there was a pay phone.

It was a cold night in late autumn, but I felt like I was on fire. Along the way I had thought of a lot of curse words and venting words. The phone rang for a long time, and finally my wife's familiar and pleasant voice came. I only said half of the word "I" and swallowed the rest of the words.

After a long silence, my wife finally spoke: "Is it you?" I answered yes, and she asked:

"Is there something wrong?" I quickly said, "No, no, I just want to know what you are doing now." After a moment of silence, she asked back, "What do you say I'm doing?" Then the phone was disconnected. I stood there in a daze, tears streaming down my face… I was standing in the cold night of late autumn, and the fire in my heart had long been extinguished. A gust of cold wind blew, and I shivered. My head became much clearer, and I began to feel a little ridiculous. Why did I ask such a question? Even a fool should know that at this moment she is pleasing another man.

I returned home, opened a bottle of Wuliangye that I had brought from China, and drank it. After a burst of vomiting, I finally fell into a deep sleep... When I woke up in the morning, I had a splitting headache. I called my boss and told him that I was sick and would not be going to work that day. I also called the school and asked for leave. Then, I fell asleep like a dead pig again... The ringing of the phone woke me up. I rushed out of bed and grabbed the phone. I was a little disappointed. A strange woman's voice came from the microphone: "Are you Yang Feng (pseudonym)?" I asked back: "Who are you? How do you know my name?" She said that she worked with my wife and wanted to talk about something about my wife.

At 8 o'clock in the evening, she arrived as promised. A tall, well-maintained middle-aged woman, you can tell at first glance that she was a great beauty when she was young. She stretched out her hand with a smile and said, "My last name is Wang, you can call me Sister Wang!" When shaking hands, I saw a deep, old scar on the inside of her wrist.

I asked her to sit down, poured her a cup of tea, and said, "Tell me, what's the matter?" She took a sip of tea and said calmly, "It's like this. Although your wife has not been here for a long time, we get along very well and can talk about anything. So I know something about your affairs..." I interrupted her, "What do you know about me?" She looked at me with a smile, "I know you are very uncomfortable and conflicted right now." I sighed and said, "Why can't I understand why she insists on being a prostitute?" Sister Wang replied, "I know. I have talked about this issue with your wife. She said that she likes the feeling of being bullied and enslaved by strange men. She finds it very exciting and exciting. I have been in this industry for many years and have seen many prostitutes. Most of them are forced for some reason. There are not many who are psychologically repulsive to this industry. She is really an exception. Her devotion is not pretended, so customers like her very much." "Are you kidding me? I don't believe it. Isn't she just a slut?" I shouted.

She looked at me with some excitement and said, "Why would I lie to you? Everyone in this world can think that she is a slut, but you can't. If you love her, you should understand her and support her." "No matter what you say, I still can't believe this is true," I replied.

"Well, I'll show you something and you'll believe it after you see it." Sister Wang took out a mini camera and said, "I took this video on her first day of probation when she was having sex with a security guard here. Take a look for yourself." In the picture, his wife was naked, sitting on a bald black man, twisting her thin waist wildly.

The camera zoomed in and I saw my wife's familiar face and unfamiliar eyes. I can't find the words to describe what kind of look that was, but I understand that Sister Wang didn't lie to me. I put down the camera and lowered my head, my mind going blank.

Sister Wang lit a cigarette, took a puff, then handed it to me and said, "Accept it all bravely, ignore the worldly perspective, love her and support her. Don't think that she is hurting you. In fact, she doesn't want to leave you. She understands that you are the person who cares about her the most and you are her last safe haven." I sighed and said, "I'll do my best!" I asked again, "Did she ask you to come?" "Yes, because she loves you, so she asked me to persuade you." Sister Wang replied. After saying this, Sister Wang stood up and said:

"How about this, I won't leave tonight, I'll stay with you." Before I could react, she was already standing there naked.

A plump and mature woman, her breasts still firm and her nipples hung with a pair of metal rings. A woman who can definitely be called the best. "Do you think I'm okay?" She looked at me with a smile. "Then...does...my wife know?" I asked. She didn't answer immediately. She slowly walked over, hugged my head and put it on her chest: "Don't worry about her. I'm your wife tonight." It was late at night, and I was lying in bed, unable to fall asleep. Sister Wang was lying next to me with her face on my chest, and I knew she was not asleep either. After the passion, we didn't say anything. Any words would have seemed redundant at this moment.

In the darkness, suddenly a tear fell on my chest. I was startled and reached out to touch her face. It was wet. I hurriedly asked, "Why are you crying?" She covered my mouth with her hand: "Don't talk, I want to lie down for a while." I don't know how long it was before she stood up and walked into the living room. I followed her out and turned on the light. She was sitting naked on the sofa with red eyes. She took out a cigarette and lit it, then asked me, "Do you have any wine?" I took out a bottle of Budweiser from the refrigerator and handed it to her, then went back to the room and found a piece of clothing for her to put on. "It's cold, be careful not to catch a cold," I said.

She took my hand and asked me to sit down, leaned in my arms and said, "Thank you!" Tears started flowing again. "What's wrong with you?" I asked. "Nothing. It's late. Let's go to bed." She sat up and wiped her tears.

That night, we slept in each other's arms, and Sister Wang held me tightly until dawn.

In the evening, I had just finished class and returned home when the phone rang. It was Sister Wang. She asked me on the phone if I had time. I said yes, and she said, "Then open the door." I opened the door and Sister Wang was already standing at the door. It was obvious that she had been waiting for me. I asked her, "Why... don't you have to go to work?" She smiled faintly, "Don't you welcome me?" "No, no, I just didn't expect it." I quickly said, "Come in!" "No, come to my place!" said Sister Wang.

When I arrived at Sister Wang's house and opened the door, I was shocked to see a man lying at the door like a dog. He was wearing a dog collar, his hands and feet were tied with chains, and a dog's tail was stuck in his butt.

"This is..." I asked Sister Wang in surprise.

"Didn't you see it? It's a dog!" Sister Wang replied. The man raised his head and barked "Woof! Woof!" twice, as if to prove that he was a dog.

Sister Wang and I sat down on the sofa. The man crawled over with a pair of slippers in his mouth. He first skillfully took off Sister Wang's high heels with his mouth, then put the slippers on Sister Wang, and then lay there, looking up at Sister Wang. Sister Wang looked at him with contempt and said, "Get lost. I don't have time to deal with you today." The man crawled away in disappointment.

I stared at it blankly until Sister Wang called me, then I came to my senses. "Isn't it scary?" Sister Wang looked at me and asked, "One thing, you don't want to become like that?" I asked hurriedly.

Sister Wang smiled and asked, "Don't you want to?" I hurriedly replied, "No, I don't want to." Sister Wang smiled again, "Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for you." "Who is he?" I asked hurriedly.

Sister Wang sighed: "He was my ex-husband, the only person I ever loved, but he abandoned me and fell in love with a prostitute. He said that although I was beautiful, I was not slutty enough and there was no passion when he was with me. I begged him, saying that he would do anything as long as he didn't leave me, but he still left cruelly. I died once because of this, but was rescued.

Later, I also became a prostitute, because I was not dead, but my heart was dead. I used decadence and debauchery to fill my wounds. Later, the prostitute cheated him of all his money and ran away. He came back to me. It was impossible for us to go back to the way we were before, so he willingly turned himself into that. I wanted to chase him away, but he said he was going to die, so I just let it go and let him be! "I asked again, "Then are you taking revenge on him?" "No, I'm feeling sorry for him. This is the life he wants." I shook my head and said, "He doesn't understand, he doesn't want to be a human being, he wants to be a dog." "You'll understand later. Ignore him, go take a shower, I'll wait for you in the bedroom." I came to the bedroom, Sister Wang was already ready. She didn't turn on the lights, but lit a few candles. Sister Wang was wearing a black miniskirt, a white shirt, and high heels. She looked at me and said, "Husband, can you help me take off my clothes?" I walked over, took off her clothes, picked her up and gently put her on the bed, gently stroking her body. She sat up, looked at me with wet eyes, hugged my neck, and then we hugged each other.

After kissing for a long time, she pushed me down and rode on me. I slowly inserted my already swollen penis into her lower body. It felt a little loose, but very wet, slippery and warm... After the passion, Sister Wang was still lying on my chest. This time she didn't cry. She looked up at me from time to time. When our eyes met, she smiled. Her smile was so sweet and beautiful, like a girl who was just beginning to fall in love.

In the next few days, Sister Wang came to pick me up and take me to her house every day. I have to admit that I can no longer resist such a woman and such temptation. I even have a feeling that I hope to live in such a state of intoxication and dreaming in her fragrant bed forever.

On Sunday night, my wife came back, still dressed in sexy and revealing clothes. When she saw me sitting on the sofa watching TV, she put down her luggage, jumped on me without taking off her high heels, and kissed me madly on the mouth without waiting for me to say anything. Then she said, "Honey, I miss you." Looking at my wife's excited expression, I suddenly felt guilty. I said, "Did you have fun?" But she replied with a smile, "Aren't you happy?" I was stunned and understood in my heart that she knew everything.

I was about to speak when she covered my mouth and said, "Stop talking, I won't blame you. Isn't Sister Wang very awesome?" I said, "Yes, much better than you." She was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "Tonight I'll let you see how powerful I am." "Aren't you going to work today?" I asked. She punched me and said, "You stupid husband, do you want to tire me to death? You want to tire me to death so that you can be nice to Sister Wang, right? I tell you, you can play however you want with Sister Wang in the future, but don't get too emotional, otherwise I will kill you!" Then she pinched my nose hard and ran away mischievously. I looked at the woman in front of me who seemed both familiar and unfamiliar, and smiled helplessly.

Before it got dark she was eager to pull me to bed, saying she had a surprise for me. I took a shower, put on my pajamas, sat on the bed, flipping through the newspaper casually, wondering what the hell was this guy doing? I heard the sound of high heels stepping on the wooden floor outside the door, and I knew she was coming. The "click-click" sound made me excited little by little.

The door opened, and she came in slowly, twisting her body slowly as she walked towards me. She was wearing a pair of crystal-clear thick-soled stilettos that were 20 centimeters high. Her smooth, slender legs were bare, and her skirt was so short that it was like a wide belt hanging around her waist. Her entire butt was exposed, and she was twisting her body slowly. She was wearing nothing on her top. Her breasts were not full, but they were painted with powder, and were as red as two peaches. Around her neck was a shiny metal ring with a long, thin chain hanging from one end.

She walked over, knelt in front of the bed, then raised her hands, held one end of the chain in front of my eyes, looked at me with a smile and said, "Do you like it?" I quickly got out of bed, picked her up, like holding a piece of fine porcelain, gently put her on the bed, and kissed her slowly... After that, my wife began her life of sleeping during the day and going out at night. Seeing that she was happy and busy every day, I just let her go! During this period, I occasionally dated Sister Wang. Time is really a good medicine that can dissolve everything and dilute everything.

I don't know when it started, but I began to feel that all this was normal. We started to talk about everything, and every time we had sex, my wife would tell me about what happened between her and her clients. Sometimes I got very excited listening to her, and sometimes I was frightened. All I could do was remind her to protect herself and not hurt herself. But she said nonchalantly: "Our members are all people of status, they won't get sick, and I won't be in any personal danger, don't worry!" One day, my wife came back and said that she would not go to work this week. I was delighted and said, "Is my wife planning to become a good woman?" She glared at me fiercely and said, "From your head! I'm going to get plastic surgery." I said:

"What? You're so beautiful, what else do you want to do?" She smiled mysteriously and said, "You'll know when the time comes. I'm out of town, and we've made an appointment. I'll be back in three days, and you just wait for me at home. If you feel lonely, go find Sister Wang." I hurriedly asked, "Will there be any risk?" "No, don't worry!" said my wife.

Three days passed in a blink of an eye, and my wife came back on time, carrying a lot of bags. She was still dressed sexy, and I could see the huge breasts under her tights at a glance. She looked at me proudly and said, "Does it look good?" Then she took off her tights, and her two huge breasts popped out. There were two shiny metal rings on her nipples, and a thin metal chain on her belly button.

"There's more!" As she said that, she took off her skirt, lifted one leg and placed it on the coffee table. I could clearly see that there was a pair of rings on her labia. She stuck out her long and slender tongue again, and there was a small round ball on the surface of her tongue.

I said, "Why are you doing this?" She was like being poured with cold water. She turned around and walked away, muttering something. Her huge breasts could still be vaguely seen from her back. I stared blankly at the woman in front of me, wondering what would happen next?

Time goes on day by day, my wife is still tirelessly busy and excited, and I also insist on studying and working. Although I was very tired and bored, I still persisted. I made great progress in English and my body became much stronger.

My wife felt sorry for me and advised me many times not to go to work. I said, "I'm doing well. Can't you see that I've become much stronger?" In fact, she had no idea that that is a man's last psychological bottom line.

After coming back from work in the afternoon, I sat at home tiredly, watching my wife busy dressing herself up and getting ready for work. She would play with me happily from time to time, tease me from time to time, take out a piece of sexy lingerie and try it on herself, and said, "Can I wear this to receive customers? Come on, husband! Give me some advice." I was a little annoyed and said, "It's best if you don't wear anything and serve men completely naked." Her smile froze, and she lowered her head and said nothing. For a long time, she really wore nothing. She just took out a long windbreaker from the closet, put it on slowly, put on a pair of high heels, and left without looking back.

I began to regret it and didn't sleep well all night, waiting for my wife to come back so I could explain to her. At dawn, she came back. I quickly got up and stood at the door. She came in and saw me. She was cold and didn't say anything. I followed her like a child who had made a mistake. She looked back at me and couldn't help but burst out laughing. I laughed too.

After taking a shower, she climbed onto the bed and said, "I'm so tired today! The new shoes I bought don't fit me and my feet hurt so much." I quickly picked up her feet and rubbed them vigorously. She suddenly looked at me with a wicked smile and said, "I'll feel more comfortable using my mouth." I said no, and she pulled her foot back forcefully with an angry look on her face.

I still ignored her, and she immediately smiled again and begged me in a flattering manner: "Honey, try it!" I couldn't resist her pestering her, so I stuck out my tongue and licked it gently. After licking it for a while, she said, "Use more force. Have you ever had a popsicle?"

Just like eating a popsicle. "I sucked it hard as if I was eating a popsicle, and she pretended to be very satisfied, shouting "ah...ah..." I was so angry that I pushed her feet away, but she laughed "Haha", and then asked me seriously: "Honey, how do you feel? Are you excited?" I said with a straight face: "Have you washed your feet? Why are they so smelly?" She really lifted her feet with force and smelled them, and I also laughed "Haha". She realized that she was fooled, kicked me and said, "Go to hell!" Then we both laughed.

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Soon it was the day after tomorrow. I watched my wife getting dressed and made up, and thought that I would have to go there in the evening too, and I felt nervous. My wife comforted me: "Don't be nervous, you don't have to do anything, just watch my performance." Before going out, my wife changed into a professional suit. I asked puzzledly: "Huh? Why did you change your style today?" She laughed and said: "I'm a wife now!" I thought to myself: "Bah! Then why do you always dress so revealingly when you accompany me shopping? It makes me feel ashamed to face people. "At 7 o'clock in the evening, we arrived at the man's house on time, a magnificent villa. A Filipino maid, an old and ugly woman, opened the door. After coming in, she led us to the living room, sat us down, poured us some tea, and said the host would be here soon. After a while he came, a skinny middle-aged man with graying hair, looking almost fifty years old. I thought to myself, that’s all, my wife is so unskillful, isn’t she? Then I realized it, it's because they are rich!

The wife greeted him with a smile and put her arms around the man's neck. He also put his arms around his wife's waist. The two of them greeted each other intimately, like a couple who had been separated for a long time. I was left out and felt sad.

My wife reacted and immediately introduced me to him. He looked at me arrogantly, nodded as a greeting, and then said to my wife, "Baby, are you hungry? Let's go eat first!" Then he took my wife's hand and walked towards the restaurant. I stood there, not knowing what to do. My wife looked back at me, with a hint of pity in her eyes.

At this time, the servant came and said, "Sir, come with me." I was taken to a corner of the restaurant and sat at a small square table. On the square table was an exquisite plate with the best steak and some salad. I had no appetite at all and just watched from a distance while my wife chatted and laughed with him while having dinner with him.

After dinner, the servant took me to the man’s bedroom. It was the largest and most luxurious bedroom I had ever seen in my life. There was even a pole dancing stage in the middle of the bedroom. The person was leaning against the head of the bed in pajamas. The maid led me to stand beside the bed, and then she left. The person didn't even look at me, as if I didn't exist at all.

After a while, my wife came in, dressed sexy and seductively. After coming in, my wife looked at me and then slowly walked to the bed. I looked at my wife's expression and eyes, and my heart was shocked. What a lewd and seductive expression. I was afraid that no one could remain unmoved at this moment. Unfortunately, she walked towards another man.

The man's expression was extremely disgusting. He laughed and stuck out his tongue, just like a toad. But his wife was still looking at him lovingly, without taking off her high heels, she climbed onto the bed with a smile, and whispered, "Honey, I'm back." The man also smiled and said, "It's good that you're back. I have a gift for you. Take off your underwear first." The wife climbed down from the bed, slowly took off her clothes one by one, and then stood there with her legs apart. The man took out a brocade box and came to his wife. He opened it and took out a pair of exquisite earrings, the kind that were long and thin, and asked, "Do you like them?" The wife took it and looked at it, and said happily, "They are so beautiful! Are they for me?" "Of course. Put them on!" he said. Just as the wife was about to put them on her ears, the man pointed at her breasts with a lewd smile and said, "Wrong, it's here." The wife was stunned for a moment, but immediately smiled again and obediently put it on the metal ring on her nipple.

The man took out another necklace and said, "Do you like this one?" The wife nodded, "Okay, I'll help you put it on." As he said that, he bent down and hung the chain on the two iron rings on his wife's labia. Then he walked around my wife, as if he was appreciating a piece of art he had created, and said, "So beautiful!" He turned on the music and said to his wife, "Let's dance." My wife slowly climbed onto the stage. All the spotlights were facing the center of the stage. My wife began to dance to the music. The earrings on her chest and the chain between her legs sparkled in the lights. I cursed in my heart, "You bastard, you really know how to play with women. "The music ended and his wife was covered in sweat. He let her lie on the stage, and he squatted down and began to slowly smell and lick his wife's body. His wife began to twist slowly and moan softly. After a long time, he took off his clothes, returned to the bed and sat down, and his wife crawled over and buried her head between his legs, sucking his penis hard, making a "sizzling" sound.

Suddenly, he stood up, hugged his wife and threw her onto the bed. Then he pounced on her like a mad beast, pressed her down, and inserted his penis into her lower body. Both of them were twisting wildly. The man turned around and saw my painful expression, and screamed, and started thrusting even more frantically. My wife has stopped twisting her body and is shaking with excitement. The two of them are moaning in unison.

At the last moment of ejaculation, the man pulled out his penis and inserted it into his wife's mouth. After ejaculation, the wife knelt up, raised her head, swallowed the semen completely, then opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue waiting for his inspection. He looked at it and said:

"Very good. Go take a shower and sleep with me." My wife looked at me and made a face, as if asking me, "Do you like it?" Then she ran out happily. The man turned to me and said, "You can leave now. I will ask the driver to take your wife back tomorrow." I went home, but couldn't sleep, so I called Sister Wang. She asked, "I'm at work. What do you want me for?" I said, "I want to drink. Come and keep me company!" She was silent for a moment and said, "Okay!" After a while, Sister Wang came. After entering the door, she took off her coat, leaving only a short skirt and a very small tight top.

I know she came directly from her workplace.

She looked at me, smiled and said, "What's wrong? Why are you looking for me to drink so late?" I sighed, handed her a can of beer and said, "Do you know what I did today?" She took a sip of the beer and said, "I know!

What, you can’t stand it anymore? "I replied, "I feel more and more numb." I then asked, "Can you tell me what it feels like to have a dead heart?" Sister Wang took out a cigarette from her handbag, lit it, and then said slowly, "There is no feeling when the heart is dead. Don't worry, I believe you still love her." "Give me a cigarette," I said. Sister Wang took out a cigarette, lit it and handed it to me. I took a deep breath and said:

"I feel like this cigarette. All the passion and love will be burned out. The physical and visual stimulation has completely covered my heart. My heart has become numb. Death is a matter of time. She and I no longer have the feeling of mutual affection and harmony that we had in the past." Tears slowly flowed from my eyes.

Sister Wang didn't say anything else, just looked at me silently, came over and hugged my head, tears flowing from her eyes, and I could feel her heartbeat quickening. A tear fell on my face, tears blended together, hearts collided, I looked up at her, our eyes met, the windows of our hearts were opened to each other, she closed her eyes, gently held my face... A kiss, just a simple kiss, was enough to make time stand still and flowers wither.

Sparks were generated when our souls collided, making our two hearts burn. At that moment, I realized that I could no longer leave the woman in front of me. I picked her up gently, she hugged my neck and looked at me, her eyes were wet like a pool of clear water, so bright and beautiful!

I carried her into the bedroom, without turning on the lights, and there was no need to turn on the lights. I gently put her on the bed and stripped off her underwear piece by piece. Our two naked bodies fit together. There was no need for words or teasing. Everything was perfectly combined.

At the last moment when the love juice completely burst out, I clearly heard three words: "I love you!" We kept hugging each other tightly like that, and finally fell asleep... In the end, my wife came back and separated us. My wife looked at us with a smile. Sister Wang got up, picked up her clothes from the ground, and said, "Then I'll go back first." Then she quickly ran out of the bedroom.

After Sister Wang left, my wife crawled up to me, looked at me with a smile, and asked, "Sister Wang is awesome, right?" I said yes, and she asked, "Who is better between the two of us?" I answered, "We are both awesome." My wife muttered,