I came home and found my wife being fucked by her boss (student campus adult novel)

When I was having lunch at home at noon, I felt that my wife, who was sitting opposite me at the table, looked unhappy. She didn't say a word, but just lowered her head and ate silently, unlike usual when she always called me "husband" and urged me to eat. He had just eaten half a bowl of tea when he sat down on the sofa alone to drink water. He held the empty cup for a long time, and his eyes were fixed on nowhere. He looks like he is worried about something. When asked what was wrong, she just shook her head vaguely and said: Maybe I have a cold and my head feels a little uncomfortable.

I didn't take it too seriously. I just told her to take some medicine after dinner, and if she wanted to rest, she should ask for leave from her company leader and take care of her health.

As soon as I put down my bowl after dinner, I hurriedly picked up my briefcase and prepared to go out, because I had an appointment in the afternoon to discuss a contract with a client of Hongda Company.

I put on my shoes and was about to go out when my wife suddenly called me

"Honey, when will you be back this afternoon?"

"Oh, didn't I tell you yesterday that I might go out to eat with a client and come back later tonight, so you don't have to wait for me for dinner. If you really feel unwell, take some medicine and have a good sleep, and don't go to work." I said while opening the door and turning around.

"Hubby, hug me"

"Be good, your husband will come back to accompany you as soon as we finish talking." I turned around and gently hugged my wife who had gone out. I felt guilty for not being able to spend more time with her when she was sick because I was busy with work. I kissed her on the forehead as gently as possible. My wife raised her head in my arms and looked at me. She used her left hand to hold the hair on my forehead, smiled at me, kissed me on the face back, let go of her arms around me, and motioned for me to go quickly. I hurried downstairs. As soon as I arrived at the lobby of Yisheng Hotel, I saw a customer, Mr. Zhang, walking towards me from the lobby coffee bar. As he walked, he stretched out his right hand to shake my hand. I hurried over to shake his hand.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Xiao Liu. You see, we originally agreed to discuss the contract this afternoon. But there was something urgent at my company, so I had to rush back to deal with it. How about this? I'll come to your company tomorrow morning to sign the contract with you. Actually, there's nothing to change in the contract, and there's no need to discuss anything further. I can't avoid cooperating with you on this business."

Mr. Zhang apologized again and again without waiting for me to speak

"Well, I'll treat you to dinner tonight. I'm really sorry, but the company really needs me to go back and deal with something urgently."

As he said this, he raised his hand to look at his watch, then looked at me in embarrassment.

"It's okay, you're busy. It's the same if you sign tomorrow, there's no rush, then we'll see you in the evening."

I shook his hand vigorously, conveying a message of trust. Mr. Zhang was obviously very grateful and shook his hand vigorously. "That's it. I'll take my leave first."

After seeing Mr. Zhang and his secretary Xiao Wang out of the hotel, I was happy to have a half-day break, so I took a taxi home. When I arrived at the door of my house, I gently inserted the key into the door lock and opened the door, afraid to wake up my wife who was taking a nap.

As soon as I entered the door, I noticed a pair of thick black men's European leather shoes on the shoe rack at the door. "Who would come to my house at noon when everyone is going to work?" I couldn't help but wonder. Besides, even if there are guests at home, they should sit in the living room. What's more, my wife is the only woman at home, so why is there no one in the living room? Just when I was wondering, I suddenly heard a man talking in the bedroom. I couldn't help but feel strange. My wife was home alone, so how could she bring a male guest into the bedroom? So I took off my shoes and walked barefoot to the bedroom door. The door was not closed tightly, and through the gap, I was stunned by what I saw.

A greasy-haired, big-bellied man was lying shirtless on my bed. My wife was sitting sideways on the edge of the bed with her back to the door, helping the man pick up his shirt. I immediately felt a ball of burning anger rising in my chest. The raging flames were mercilessly burning my heart which was beating wildly due to anger. The boiling blood in the ventricles gushed out along the aorta to the brain in powerful streams, constantly surging up, accumulating more and more, and all seven orifices were expanding, as if it would burst out from the eyes, nostrils, and ear sockets in an instant. I raised my leg to kick the door, but at that moment, I stopped my leg in mid-air.

An obscene thought jumped out and occupied my mind, defeating my rationality, and a kind of voyeuristic pleasure stood in front of me evilly. It teased and instigated me in my mind: No man can bear to see his woman's body being possessed by another man, let alone entering her body in front of him. But no man has the opportunity to quietly witness the entire process of the person he loves being violated without anyone knowing, and it is a real live voyeur. And now you have the opportunity to see her having an affair with someone else without anyone knowing, including your wife and this fat man.

This despicable thought is trying its best to find the dirty thoughts deep in my heart. It is stirring up the resonance of another me in my inner world. It is searching for the most shameless and obscene things in me that can arouse me to believe in it and obey it to go along with it. It wants to convince me, and it is trying its best to make me have an obscene thought. It is trying its best to make me put down my raised angry legs, and it is trying its best to make me want to quietly peek at the appearance of my wife under another man's crotch.

I finally slowly lowered my raised legs. I acknowledged the filthiness in my bones and the lewdness in my bones. I admitted that I was defeated by another corrupt self who was controlled by my inner demons. I chose to peek! I tiptoed to a backlit corner where I couldn't be easily seen from inside the door and stood there.

"My husband is going to negotiate a contract this afternoon, but he may be back soon. Didn't you say you wouldn't come to my house to disturb me? Please, go away. Can't I come to see you in the evening? Mr. Zhao!" This is the voice of my wife.

"I just want to fuck you at your home, on your husband's bed. Your husband has gone out to discuss business this afternoon and he won't be back soon. What are you afraid of? Stop talking nonsense and quickly take out everything I brought!" The fat man said as he pulled my wife's hair and pulled it down hard.

"It hurts, you're hurting me, please let go!" The wife shouted softly while pulling the man's hand that was pulling her hair.

"Hurry up, let me kiss you first." The man had no intention of letting go. Instead, he pulled my wife's head towards his mouth with more force.

My wife's mouth was completely covered by the fat man's thick lips, and the fat man deliberately made a "sizzling" kissing sound. But he still didn't let go of the hand that was pulling her hair.

"Suck my tongue." The fat man stretched out his long tongue and ordered his wife, who could only frown in pain and reluctantly open her two very seductive lips to suck the fat tongue. I can assert that the dark red lipstick and charming lip line my wife wore today are something I have never seen her wear in the two years since we got married. I believe this was done specifically for this fat man.

"Well, it feels so good. Damn, your saliva smells so good." After kissing for a while, the fat man let go of my wife. "Your husband is so lucky to find a woman like you, but he doesn't know that I gave him a hat belt. Haha..." The fat man laughed triumphantly, and his laughter was like a sword that pierced my heart. Blood spurted from the penetrated wound into my internal organs.

"Take off your clothes quickly, and let me fuck you hard on his turf today."

"Just this time, okay? I'm really scared. Don't come to my house again. I'll agree to it in other places, okay?"

"Stop talking nonsense and take off your clothes quickly. My dick is so hard that it hurts. Today I am going to fuck your husband hard on his bed. Take off your clothes quickly!"

The fat man spoke rudely to his wife.

My wife hesitated for a while, then stood up and began to take off her clothes. What surprised me was that the bra and panties she was wearing were the most popular TB on the market. This kind of underwear was definitely not something I had seen before. In my eyes, my wife has always been a gentle and virtuous woman, the kind of considerate and dignified woman. The fat man admired proudly.

"Yes, this lingerie looks really sexy on you. I have good taste, don't I, baby? Do you like it?"

This fat man actually bought underwear for my wife!

"Speak, don't talk like a dead person." The fat man couldn't help but curse when he saw his wife didn't say anything.

"Like" I don't know why my wife was intimidated by him to this extent. She completely surrendered to him after just a little resistance.

When my wife was completely naked, and the perfect white body of a mature woman was completely exposed in front of the fat man, I suddenly felt that my wife was being violated by a strange man, and that a strange man was letting her beautiful body that should belong to me alone. My wife was standing naked by the bed, where a strange fat man was lying. She seemed a little at a loss, her eyes wandering as she tried hard to hide her inner panic. The fat man was very satisfied with the appreciation

"Hold your breasts in your hands and slowly turn your body around for me to see."

My wife silently lifted up her two plump breasts with both hands and began to turn her body as requested by the fat man. Her movements seemed so slow and stiff.

"It feels so good, I said, "Master, please fuck me hard today!""

"Please fuck me hard today, Master."

I actually heard such obscene words repeating from my wife's mouth. My head was dizzy. Are these words my wife said? Could my wife, who is usually so gentle that she can't even utter a proper swear word, say such servile words?

The fat man was lying on the bed, looking at his wife's fair and well-proportioned body. He suddenly stood up from the bed impulsively, walked to his wife's side, stretched out his right hand to grab his wife's hair, pulled her face back and lifted it up, pinched her chin with his left hand, and pressed his fat mouth on hers. The wife kept the posture of supporting her breasts with both hands, frowned in pain, and let bursts of suppressed moans from her throat, letting him nibble and bite her mouth and face. Let him kiss and suck me wildly, making heart-pounding hissing sounds.

"Say "Master, please fuck me hard and enjoy my body.""

The fat man occasionally opened his mouth to order his wife to say all kinds of obscene words

"Please fuck me hard, Master, and enjoy my body."

Every dirty word that came out of the fat man's mouth made me sick, but the same dirty words repeated by my wife made me inexplicably excited, and I felt my penis throbbing.

"Kneel down." The fat man unzipped his pants with one hand and pulled her hair down with the other hand. My wife still maintained the posture of supporting her breasts with both hands, tilted her head in the direction of her hair being pulled, and slowly knelt in front of the fat man's crotch. The fat man's huge and swollen penis was sticking out in front of her face.

"Is it big? Um, do you want it to fuck you?"

"Yes, Mr. Zhao, your penis is very big, I want it to fuck me"

"Open your mouth, let me fuck your mouth first." The fat man held his penis with one hand and lifted his wife's chin with the other hand, pinching her cheeks hard.

"Yes, just like this, you have to make it like the entrance of a vagina so that I can penetrate it."

The fat man seemed very satisfied with his wife's opening of her lips as he requested.

"Okay, I'm going to fuck you, do you want me to fuck you?"

"Please fuck me inside, Mr. Zhao. Fuck me inside my mouth, just like you fucked my vagina. I will try my best to make you get the same satisfaction in my mouth." My wife was obedient like a slave.

"Oh, it feels so good, your mouth is so warm, just like a vagina"

As the fat man inserted his penis into her mouth, he couldn't help but let out a satisfied moan.

"Yes, suck hard and make a sound."

The bedroom was filled with obscene sounds, the sounds of oral sex, the wet sounds of oral sex with saliva. This is something I have never asked my wife to do for me, but now she is holding up a pair of breasts and kneeling in front of a strange man, letting the man press her head and pumping her round, outlined, extremely charming and sexy mouth like he is pumping her vagina.

I felt that my body and mind had been greatly insulted, but at the same time, I felt a sense of inexplicable pleasure from this great insult. I suddenly hoped that this man would thrust harder and come up with more obscene ways to humiliate my wife.

"Look, what's stuck on this?"

The fat man pulled his penis out of his wife's mouth, thrust it in front of her and asked.

"My lipstick and saliva," my wife answered as she looked at the thick penis with saliva reflecting in front of her face.

"No, it's your vaginal fluid, the vaginal fluid secreted from your vagina above."

"Yes, Mr. Zhao, it is the vaginal fluid secreted from my vagina."

"I want to spank your slutty face with my cock covered in your lipstick and saliva, okay?"

"Please use your penis to slap my slutty face!"

At this time, my wife didn't seem to have the sense of shame she had at the beginning. Her breasts, which were still held up by her hands, began to rise and fall violently with her rapid breathing. I believe she had entered a state of sexual promiscuity and had an inexplicable anticipation for the impending sexual abuse.

The fat man spread his legs and straddled his wife's shoulders, clamping his wife's entire head between his crotch. With his left hand, he pulled his wife's hair back and tilted her face up. With his right hand, he held the base of his penis, like a whip, and began to hit her face with his penis over and over again. The sound of the penis hitting my face made rhythmic contact and reached my ears. I felt my heart beating at a very fast speed. I pressed my chest as if I was pressing on the heart that was about to jump out of my chest. I am ashamed of myself for being so vulgar. Seeing my wife being abused like a sex slave by a strange man, I am indifferent and instead have sexual impulses. I hope that such abuse will last longer and be more crazy.

The fat man whipped his wife hard and asked from time to time

"Is that how you fight? Hmm, is that how you fight?"

My wife frowned and closed her eyes with every heavy blow from the penis, and she gently twisted her face left and right as if she was trying to dodge, or as if she was using different parts of her body to welcome the beating of the penis. This reaction of the wife seemed to be exactly what the fat man wanted to see, so she was beaten even more violently. The continuous slapping sounds, accompanied by the fat man's low, short nasal sound, echoed throughout the small bedroom. My wife began to moan softly from her throat, "Hmm... Hmm... Ah..."

"Hit me, Mr. Zhao, hit my slutty face, just like this, just... just... just like this."

At this time, my wife's facial expression began to look confused. What a pleasure, what a satisfaction this was. I could clearly see my wife's throat sliding up and down due to excitement and agitation, and hear her breathing becoming increasingly rapid. My wife's moans began to change in tone, becoming more and more excited.

"I'm going to beat you to death, I'm going to beat you to death, you slut." The fat man was getting more and more excited, and he hit me harder and harder. My wife's face was covered with more and more lipstick and saliva from the penis, and she looked obscene. In the dim light of the bedroom, there was a mesmerizing lustful glow.

The fat man's rough movements and vulgar and insulting language no longer disgusted me or made me feel deeply insulted. Instead, they aroused stronger sexual desires in me. I even began to feel lucky that I didn't rush in. I even shamelessly hoped that he would be more rough.

The fat man seemed to be tired of whipping his wife, so he let go of his hand that was pulling his wife's hair, put his hands on his waist, straightened his thick penis that was shining with saliva, and ordered, "Okay, it's your turn to serve me well. Suck me hard for a while."

My wife opened her eyes with confusion and even a little intoxication. Her hands were still supporting a pair of round breasts, but her nipples were obviously beginning to swell. She tilted her head back and kissed the fat man's glans.

"Put your hands behind your back, as if you were tied up." The fat man said as he moved his wife's hands behind her back and clasped them together.

"Yes, just like that, suck like a dog, like a bitch."

I was becoming more and more aroused by the obscene language that this fat man was uttering. I hope he will say more obscene words to insult my wife. My heart was completely submerged in the ocean of debauchery, without any intention of struggling.

My wife's mouth occasionally makes a "puff...puff..." sound when she sucks in air.

Her cheeks that were sunken from sucking, her sexy lips, and the intoxicated expression on her face as she stroked the thick penis up and down continuously were enough to drive any man crazy. More and more saliva accumulated in the mouth, making each stroke louder than before. The saliva brought out by the penis going in and out made it reflect light more strongly. The well-defined lip line on my wife's lips began to become blurred, and the dark red lipstick began to be brought to other parts outside the lip line by the overflowing saliva. Everything seemed so obscene.

Maybe the fat man felt that she was not sucking deeply enough, so he began to press her head with his hands and thrust his strong waist forward. My wife instinctively moved her hands from behind her back to the front to push the fat man's lower abdomen to prevent him from inserting too deeply. Unexpectedly, the fat man rudely pulled her hair with his hands, causing the wife to scream "Ah..." in pain. The fat man took advantage of the moment when his wife opened her mouth to scream and thrust forward suddenly, causing a nauseous dry retching sound to come from his wife's throat.

My wife spat out the penis with long mucus in it from her mouth, tilted her head and coughed, choking on tears. She gently wiped the mucus and tears from the corners of her mouth with the back of her hand, looked up at the fat man with a reproachful look, as if begging him not to be so rude again. Unexpectedly, the fat man ignored her, pulled up her hair with his hands, pinched her penis and put it to his mouth again. My wife obediently opened her mouth to accept this thick thing. But this time she was more careful and used her hands to block the fat man's fierce advance.

"God damn it, put your hands behind your back."

The fat man pulled his wife's hair hard. His wife frowned in pain and whispered, "Be gentle, Mr. Zhao, you're hurting me." Then she put her hands back to her waist above her buttocks. Just when the fat man was about to thrust hard again, the wife instinctively put her hand on the man's lower abdomen. This seemed to anger the fat man. Fat man pushes his wife away and orders

"I gave you face, but you are shameless. Go and get the things I brought."

My wife slowly stood up from the floor and walked to the head of the bed. She picked up the handbag the man brought and poured the contents of it onto the bed. I was shocked by the things in the bag. They were all sexual abuse tools that I had seen on the Internet, including whips, ropes, electric dildos, butterfly blindfolds, handcuffs, candles, and collars. . . . . .

I felt my heart in my throat. I was afraid that he would hurt my wife, but I was also looking forward to seeing how he would abuse her. My heart was filled with feelings that I couldn't explain.

The fat man handcuffed his wife's hands behind her back and ordered her to kneel down again. This time, the fat man was not in a hurry to torture her. Instead, he stood far away and looked at the naked beautiful woman, letting her look up at him, and then slowly moved her knees to his crotch. The fat man held his wife's face with his hands and ordered

"Say, "Mr. Zhao, please allow me to use my lewd mouth instead of my vagina to relieve the lust of your penis."

"Mr. Zhao, please allow me to use my lewd mouth instead of my vagina to relieve the heat of your penis."

My wife closed her eyes and repeated it softly. With a slap, the fat man slapped her in the face.

"Damn, you're not willing to do this? You sound like a mosquito."

"Mr. Zhao, please allow me to use my lewd mouth instead of my vagina to relieve the heat of your penis."

My wife opened her eyes and repeated it again.

"Hahaha, that's right, it's more fun to have you here on a day like this."

The fat man held his wife's head with both hands and began to slowly slide his penis into his wife's mouth.

The entire bedroom began to echo with the unique gurgling sound made during oral sex, the wet gurgling sound.

Because the fat man had handcuffed his wife's hands, he could thrust his penis forward even more unscrupulously, pumping it in and out wildly. With every deep thrust, he could hear a gurgling sound deep in his wife's throat and the occasional nausea and retching sound from going too deep. The deep penetration of the penis into the throat causes more sticky saliva to be produced in my wife's mouth. A lot of the mucus is brought out of the mouth by the penis that is occasionally dragged outside the mouth due to long-distance thrusts, and drips down the corners of the mouth onto her breasts and the floor.

I was deeply shocked by the scene that came into my eyes. Such obscene scenes could only be seen in Japanese AV discs, but I found it happening to my wife and a man, and this man was not me. My gentle and virtuous wife, who I love and care for so much, has now become a tool for a strange man to vent his lust. The mouth that once gave me countless tenderness and affection was now being violently pumped and insulted by a rude man with his strong black penis.

I felt painful but shamelessly happy. I hoped this moment would stop forever, and let the three of us, our souls and bodies, stay in this licentious world. Never let me wake up. My wife tried several times to free the penis from her mouth and take a breath, because she was choked by the penis so deeply that she was crying and retching. His face started to turn red. But the fat man just kept thrusting violently and relentlessly. The wife's twisting head was fixed tightly by the fat man. She could only make desperate sounds of "Um... Um... Ah..." from her throat to beg for mercy. Her painful expression made the fat man even more excited.

"Fuck you! Fuck you!" The fat man's frequency became faster and faster, and deeper and deeper. Gurgling sounds continued to come from the depths of the wife's throat as she tried to endure the pain. My heart was twisted into a mess by this gurgling sound, wife! Should I come to save you or should I continue to let you suffer while I get pleasure from your pain?

The fat man finally gave up sprinting, probably because he didn't want to ejaculate too quickly. He pulled his wife's hair and pulled her face back, then slapped her face which was covered with mucus.

"Are you feeling good? Hmm? Slut! Do you still want me to fuck your mouth?"

"Be gentle, be gentle," my wife frowned and kept begging, "Don't hurt me."

"Damn it, I'm asking you if you still want it."

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"Speak up, you fucking bitch. Has your husband ever fucked you like I did? Huh?"

"No"

"Am I better or is your husband better?"

"......

"Speaking of which is better, my penis or your husband's?"

"Mr. Zhao, please, don't ask like that, okay?"

"Do you feel sorry for your husband? Haha... That's the feeling I want from you. It feels so good! Come, let me continue to fuck you for your husband."

The fat man grabbed his wife's hair and pulled it upwards. The wife endured the pain and stood up, but as soon as she stood up, the fat man pushed her down onto the bed.

"Go to bed, hang your head over the edge of the bed, and let me continue to fuck your mouth."

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