Listening to her moving moans in his ears, his mind habitually pictured himself as the man who usually drooled over her without opportunity.
I don’t know when this imagery has become the best stimulus for my wife and I to make love.
I fantasize that one of those men will finally get his way, get my Ting Ting into bed, and in the midst of her begging, half coax, half force her to take her virginity.
Imagine him pinning his trembling wife down, ignoring her feeble protests, his huge cock pushing into her innocent vagina, raging against her body, ejaculating in her womb again and again ……
At this point the wife would also close her eyes tightly and imagine being raped by the man, lustfully and delicately crying out his name and begging for his conquest.
My wife’s clients and bosses are frequent subjects of our imaginations, as well as my close friends, doctors at the hospital, and so on.
But today my imagination was even richer than usual, I wanted her to wear the sexy short dress I’d bought her, go to a bar and escort her, let strange nasty men rub her flesh, suck and lick her neck, and finally shove the dirty two hundred dollars between her tits.
I was so excited at the thought that my lips and tongue left the beads of her ears and whispered in her ear like a dream, “Honey, I’ll take you out to sell, okay?”
I was stroked by my wife’s spring love to move lightly laughed, “Do you give up?” “It is not give up so exciting ah …… not sell their bodies …… just let them take advantage ……” “Do you want to see me being touched by others?” “Yes, watch you get your tits groped, your ass groped by a stranger, and get groped all over by him for two hundred dollars ……” “Oh …… what if he wants to fuck? ” “Then make it a high price …… three thousand dollars ……” “What if he’s willing to pay it?” “Then let him do it.” “You’re bad! Letting someone fuck your wife for three thousand dollars!” “It’s a lot of money. …… Besides, I want to see it again. ……” “I’m sure they won’t let you see it.” “Then I’ll listen at the door. Don’t you have a lot of rich clients who want to fuck you? Are they willing to pay three thousand?” “For sure …… Okay hubby, just stand at the door and collect the money and let them line up one by one to come in and fuck me and take it out on me like a bitch!” “Stinking bitch!”
I listened so well that I slapped her in the face in the process. “Oh hit me! Fuck me like a bitch!”
Tina’s beautiful face was flushed from the slap, but it turned her on even more.
She screamed louder and louder as I nonchalantly punched her as I fucked her and added occasional insults, even spitting in her face.
Women are such masochistic creatures, and the good thing is that I love it too, especially the thrill of conquest.
That night, as usual, I fucked her for about an hour, finally getting unbelievably aroused as I growled in her ear.
It’s one thing to fantasize about it, it’s another to implement it.
Probably every man with a cuckold complex is confused.
It’s so exciting to imagine your wife in someone else’s arms, but if it were to happen, would it really be more pleasure than jealousy to see your petite wife being played with?
I don’t know.
It was with this apprehension that my wife and I planned it.
Her biggest concern is not so much being played by other men, but the fear of being seen by acquaintances, women are really watery and self-deceiving.
She suggested going out of town to have a crazy time, but I’m afraid of going out of town where I don’t know the place, not to mention going to a dance hall where there is no guarantee of safety.
So in the end, the two decided to stay in Jinzhou and go to a cabaret called Meishi.
It was a hit there for a while, but Jinzhou people have always been fond of the old and the new, and few of my friend’s go there anymore.
I know the market, too. Two or three hundred can be enough to sit on a table and touch it.
The plan was agreed upon, and it was just waiting for the east wind.
(In fact, this place in Jinzhou Miss also quite a lot, just the general outsiders can not find and their own, of course, the price of Miss is with the entertainment venues where she is in the grade changes) Saturday the whole day, Tingting are a little soulful, as if thinking about what will happen in the evening, both embarrassed and looking forward to.
I looked at it and felt excited too, almost like a kid going on a spring trip kind of feeling.
After dinner, my wife went inside to change as planned, and I tried to follow her in to see what she was wearing, but she pushed me out with a smile.
Waiting left and right, the door managed to open halfway, revealing half of his wife’s body, and a red face.
Only her carefully groomed face was visible, with beautiful eyes and half-opened vermilion lips.
The upper body of a strapless navel tube shirt, a transparent silk scarf, vaguely visible underneath the half-exposed breasts; the lower body of a tightly wrapped buttocks collection of
The bottom of the ultra-short skirt, with a split at the side, reveals the thighs to a height that onlookers would never normally have the chance to see.
There were no stockings on her smooth and slender legs, and her foot-ledge was a pair of black strap sandals with four-inch high heels, revealing her ten well-proportioned toes.
The sight of it made me, who already knew every part of her body, let out a big sigh of approval, and my lower body was getting excited.
My wife asked, a little sheepishly, “Will it be too revealing?”
I knew that tonight’s game wasn’t just for me, but also a rare experience where she was able to bring her sexual fantasies to life, and that by dressing like this she was following her fantasies to the letter, only out of female reserve and insecurity, needing affirmation and support from a man.
I even said it was so pretty and sexy and since I was going to play a chicken, of course I had to dress like I was for sale.
Under my encouragement, Tingting finally made up her mind, but she insisted on waiting until it was dark before she would go out like this, and it was good that I didn’t want to be too flashy on the road.
It was summer time, and by the time it was fully dark, it was after nine o’clock.
My wife, unable to resist the urging of me, who had been fidgeting for a long time, finally bravely stepped out of the room.
As soon as I left the house, I met Uncle Chen upstairs coming back from outside.
Uncle Chen in his early fifties, widowed for many years, there is an only son around not married, usually the biggest hobby is to play mahjong, today it seems to be another battle party, wearing a hole in the sweatshirt shorts, a hand shaking the fan huffing and puffing to climb up to the third floor, looked up to see Ting Ting two legs slinking downstairs, from the bottom to the top of the look, the ultra-short skirt vaguely black, but I do not know whether it is a black panties or a vacuum. I don’t know if it’s black panties or a vacuum.
A large portion of her breasts were exposed under the silk scarf on top, and a cleavage was clearly visible in the center.
Never seen my wife so exposed Uncle Chen a moment open mouth staggered, Tingting face swish red, hastily greeted me and pulled me down to walk in a hurry, almost walked around the corner when I glanced back, seems to see Uncle Chen’s face flashed and did not.
Getting into a cab, my wife hugged me tightly and whispered in my ear, “I’m so embarrassed! What are we going to do now?”
I knew she was talking about being bumped into by Uncle Chen, although I was also a bit apprehensive, but thinking of the expression on Uncle Chen’s face and feeling excited, I responded softly, “What’s the big deal? I do think it’s fun, look at Uncle Chen’s expression as if his mouth is watering! It’s not like he has a place to put out a fire, he’s definitely going to jerk off hard tonight.”
Tina laughed at my comment and didn’t think much of it.
When we got to the Mansion, I asked the driver to drop me off because I didn’t want anyone to see us going in together, and paced around slowly.
The air of the summer night is full of restlessness and tingling, and the women on the road in the same direction as me are all dressed in revealing clothes, so I can’t help but feel my heart fluttering.
Walking into the halls of the Fame, the deafening music from upstairs was already faintly audible, and it seemed as if I was walking towards the second floor under the watchful eyes of the many staff members, although I think that was just an illusion of my faint heart.
Before you even enter the ballroom, there’s already a steady stream of people at the door to tell you the nature of the venue.
Men and women of all colors and sizes dressed up in all sorts of outfits, sending bags, waiting for people, and there are always a few wandering around glancing from side to side, not knowing what the hell is going on.
As soon as I entered the door, powerful music vibrated under my feet, and the lights on the left dance floor overflowed to every part of the hall. I was just about to walk towards the bar to see where Ting Ting was as I had planned, when a sweet voice already rang in my ear, “Sir, come to play alone?”
I turned my head, only to see a heavily made-up woman standing next to me, fairly good-looking, with a smile on her face that, while a bit professional, wasn’t obnoxious.
She was wearing a small spaghetti strapped tank top, and her ample breasts swelled and bulged underneath, sticking halfway out.
Underneath, a pair of nine-quarter pants wrapped tightly around her ample hips and thighs, and the fabric from her buttock cleavage upward to her waist was mesh, a thin texture that didn’t seem to hold back the carnal desires churning underneath.
That’s a pretty good deal at Celebrity, I think.
Realizing my up-and-down gaze and seeming hesitation, she smiled even more movingly, put one hand on the crook of my arm, and, unconsciously, rubbing her breasts against my upper arm twice, said, “Shall we sit down and have a drink?”
I took the opportunity to put my arm against her breasts and said, “Yeah, you sit here for a bit and I’ll come back for you when I turn around.”
A flicker of unease flashed across her face, fearing that the already half-cooked pig’s head would henceforth turn into a yellow crane, only to see me pull out my wallet and draw a fifty to her, her eyes instantly lighting up, even the harsh lights around us both eclipsing them for a moment. “Get yourself a drink, sit down and wait for me.”
I said, and her eyes disappeared into her pants pockets as my wallet disappeared, and fondly and divinely forced herself to look back into my face and answer so sweetly again.
The bar was mostly full, but it shouldn’t have been impossible to find anyone yet, but I came down from my turn, and I hardy didn’t find Ting Ting.
How come, the appointment was to wait here, I thought disgruntledly, probably went to the restroom.
Pulled out his cell phone and dialed the number, “Temporarily unavailable ……”
Shit, after waiting for another five minutes, Ting Ting still hasn’t appeared, has …… it already?
I went straight to the “seat”, pretending to look around in the dim light, pairs of dark shadows huddled in the dark corners, never seeing two (or at most one) of the man’s hands, with the exception of one, it seems ……
Wait, isn’t that my wife?
The glance she gave me confirmed my suspicions, and there was a touch of sultriness, a touch of debauchery, and a little embarrassment in that expression, mingled with a more or less mechanical smile, which I did not know what to make of it.
She was good enough to save me a seat, I thought, and walked over to one of the couches behind her, signaling the waiter for a stiff drink, and not much later, Squint was already sitting in my arms, her plump, bouncy hips pushing against my already semi-hard rod through the light fabric, her upper body leaning languidly and helplessly against me.
Not far in front of me Ting Ting was already half lying in the same position on top of the middle-aged man – after she saw the woman beside me, she seemed to have completely abandoned her reserve.
Her silk scarf was long gone to nowhere, and her already short and stretchy mini-skirt was no longer able to cover the bottom of her white ass at all because of the long sitting.
As I watched the strange man take my wife of a year in his arms, teasingly caressing her breasts through her shirt with one hand and rubbing her exposed thighs with the other, a fire burned in my belly as if I were going to vomit blood, though I didn’t know exactly what vomiting blood felt like.
Only to see the man’s hand touching higher and higher, suddenly disappearing completely into her short black skirt, only to see Ting Ting’s body trembling, one hand as if subconsciously trying to move down to stop his movements, but it froze in mid-air for a moment, and then unnaturally resumed its original position, only that her chin lifted up slightly, her vermilion lips half-opened, and her breasts undulated attractively.
I watched as he stroked my wife’s most private place with abandon, imagining his nimble fingers plucking at her thong and driving her wild with their swirls around her clit.
With the alcohol, anger, shame, and pleasure mixed and intertwined in my head, I felt like I was about to be bloated open.
My hand subconsciously slipped under Squint’s tank top and grabbed a handful of her left breast, eliciting an oh-oh from her, more pain than surprise in her voice.
The plump elasticity gave me a flash of hair-raising pleasure, and I kneaded it harder despite Squint’s disgruntled moans.
“Squint” for “squint.”
It’s bigger than my wife, and it’s great to touch, but right now my mind is totally on my wife.
The man was seen whispering something in Tina’s ear, and she shook her head, but suddenly began to get anxious.
The man smiled and said something else to her, but his hand began to move, this time only to see Tina lift her ass up as if to facilitate his movements.
All I heard was a squinty chuckle in my ear and a half-turned head whispering to me, “Hee hee, look! That woman is taking off her boxers!”
We both watched as Tina pulled a small black ball of cloth from the bottom of her skirt over her toes in the most unobtrusive of positions and scrunched it up into a ball and squeezed it in the palm of her hand.
I forced myself to say, “This woman is so slutty! Do you recognize her?”
Squinting, “Don’t know, probably new.”
I said, “I’m surprised I recognize it, that’s my wife!”
Seeing me staring intently at Tina, Squint gave my cock a somewhat unwilling squeeze and let out a somewhat exaggerated exclamation, “Wow, looking at someone so intensely!”
I smiled and brought my other hand up to the base of her thigh.
At that moment one of the man’s hands disappeared back under Ting Ting’s skirt, and the other hand also disappeared mostly from the bottom up into her tube top, and the bottom of the garment that was supposed to show the curves of her breasts was now only visible as a hand flopping around.
Suddenly something unexpected happened, without warning, his hand pulled my wife’s blouse down violently, exposing her entire left breast, and most of her right breast along with it, she was busy pushing him away and pulling up her shirt with all her might, but that was about a second’s work, and in the shadows where no one could see it except for probably a few of us, my wife’s tits were completely exposed, right in front of the entire ballroom filled with hundreds of people.
I was momentarily stunned, and even Squint was dumbfounded, only to see my wife turn around and slap her, the man froze for a moment, then laughed, and despite her struggles heaved her into his arms again.
Tina struggled for a while and stopped moving.
Not long afterward, Tingting seemed to get up to go to the toilet, so I left my seat and followed her.
We both walked into a dark, unoccupied corner one after the other with a tacit understanding, and Tina turned around and jumped into my arms, sobbing.
I was busy asking what was wrong and she said the man was bullying her and I said it didn’t matter since no one was watching anyway.
Seeing that I wasn’t angry, she asked me if I missed her as if she was relieved, and then jealously asked how Squint was doing, and I added a few descriptive words to make her more put out.
Sure enough she was silent for a few seconds after hearing that, and then she looked down and said as if gathering her courage, “Honey, he wants it.”
I looked at her in surprise and said, “To bed?”
She hmmm’d, “I said I wouldn’t do it, he said to make an offer, I just blurted out three thousand, I didn’t think he’d say yes.”
My heart sank and I didn’t know what to say.
Tina spoke up, “I know you must have refused …… Let s go home.”
With some doubt in my mind, I looked up and asked rhetorically, “So, are you willing?”
Tina scowled, “Haven’t you always wanted to see it?”
I looked at her, knowing that the moment I had been waiting for had finally arrived, and that as soon as I said yes, my wife would sell her pure flesh to a stranger for his unbridled enjoyment.
But ……
Do I really want to do this?
Are such sexual fantasies supposed to be realized?
That would undoubtedly be very exciting, I know, and it would certainly be exciting enough to drive me crazy, but would it be possible that the overstimulation would make me lose interest in normal intercourse from that point on?
What will be the effect on our marriage as a result of selling our wives out?
An evil thought added, “Three thousand dollars, just sell it once, dry it off and wash it, won’t it be like it never happened? A couple times a month business would be great for us ……”
I’m lost.
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After a long time of contemplation, I looked at my wife and hesitantly said, “Or …… forget it today, a lot has happened, I don’t know if I can accept the last step again at once.”
I looked at Tina’s beautiful face as I spoke, hoping to see something in her expression, something there, I thought, hearing that soft exhale, as if relieved, and as if a little empty and disappointed.
I dismissed Squint with a few words, not forgetting of course to slip two large bills between her towering peaks.
Miu Miu see out in my place to stay longer also can not earn more, happy to do her second business to go, before leaving also whine called me next time to see her.
The wife’s side was not so easy, apparently the man was not too happy, and no wonder, a rich man who can afford to pay 3,000 a time has probably always been able to get people to go along with what he wants.
The two of them discussed something, but Tina couldn’t stop shaking her head, her eyes lowered as if she didn’t dare to look at him.
Finally he gave up and resentfully flung several bills at her, one falling to the floor.
Tina looked down at the bill for three seconds before bending down to pick it up, and when I saw her face again, she was still biting her lip as if she was about to cry.
That innocent look reminded me of the way she used to look when she was a girl I was courting, and with her whore’s outfit, I thought it was the sexiest sight I’d ever seen.
The two of them walked towards the door, one after the other, and I had the feeling of a big stone falling to the ground inside me, and I was desperate to vent when I thought about what I had just seen and what had a chance to happen.
It’s been hard on her tonight, I’ll make it up to her when I get back, I thought, and a smile couldn’t help but rise to the corners of my mouth.
Tingting, who was walking in front of me, suddenly seemed to be stopped in her tracks, and in a split second my brain made a decision that even I admired myself for, as if I hadn’t seen anything, I continued to walk forward, and glancing at her eyes, I saw that the people who stopped her were two young men, and one of them seemed to look familiar, but I couldn’t remember where I had seen them.
I made sure I had disappeared out of their field of vision before I came around behind them, trying hard to hear what they were saying over the powerful music, which of course turned out to be futile.
But I saw the look on Tingting’s face, the despair of being caught red-handed doing something bad, and my heart sank, having realized what had happened – the two of them must have been my wife’s acquaintances, and most likely saw what she had just done, and judging from their stance, they must have been intimidating and blackmailing my wife.
My mind raced, but I couldn’t think of a solution.
While I was hesitating, two young men, one on the left and the other on the right, “escorted” Tingting.
When I got out, I had to pull away a bit to follow.
Fortunately, they didn’t call a car on their way out, but instead headed toward a restaurant by the name.
When I got the bright idea, I dialed Tina’s cell phone.
After a few rings, she was only heard to feed, that voice shaking terribly. “Were those two men acquaintances of yours?” “Uh-huh.” “Where are you going now?” “……”
I cursed myself for being stupid, of course she couldn’t answer that way of asking. “Are they threatening you?” “Uh-huh.” “Uh-huh.” “For money or people?” “…… is in the second drawer.”
If I wasn’t in this situation, I would almost laugh. “I’ll follow you and you pretend to hang up your cell phone so I can listen for movement.” “Okay …… well …… bye.”
With a keyboard click and a sizzle, I finally heard their conversation. “Who is it?” “My husband.” “Does your husband know if you come out like this?” “No …… don’t know.” “What did you say you were doing there?” “I said I’m having a midnight snack.” “Haha, your husband is really good at cheating.” “That is, but his wife will soon become our midnight snack, haha.”
The two male voices burst into laughter, evoking a wave of anger in me.
By this time the three of them had gone to the back of the hotel, and, after three detours, they came to a dark corner, with a high, mottled wall on one side, and a pile of wooden crates and miscellaneous things on the other, so that only from the corner where I was hiding could I see inside.
I heard a man say, “How’s it? It’s nice here, isn’t it?” “You know your way around, this isn’t your first time here, is it?” “Of course, I’ve had half a dozen women here!” “Okay, okay, don’t blow it, this …… how to get this?” “Strip her old son first refreshing.”
As he spoke, he saw the rather large one of the two men wrapping Tingting in his arms from behind, and with one hand, he ripped off her blouse.
Tina let out a mournful cry, but her struggles seemed so feeble.
Her bare breasts were not clearly visible in the darkness, but they already struck me like a thunderbolt. “Why are you still pretending to be serious now, you were just there selling them!”
Another person laughed and scolded, and grabbed a breast that the fat man did not take into account. “You don’t say, once upon a time when I saw her in the unit, she was really like a big lady, like me, she didn’t even look at me. Who would have thought that she before a set, after a set of people. During the day as a princess, at night as a bitch.”
Now I finally remembered, it turned out that this fat man was the driver of Tingting’s former unit, and had given her a ride once.
Tina had never been kind to him, thinking him vulgar and uneducated, so how could she have imagined that one day, several years later, she would be at her wits’ end by his wanton lewdness outside and unable to do anything about it?
The two young men did not stop, stripped Ting Ting clean, like a sandwich in the middle of her wildly kissed and groped, four hands on my wife’s pure flesh rubbed hard to vent, her breasts and pussy in the clutches of the deformed and twisted, causing her to wriggle and can not stop to avoid, but there is no place to escape.
The scene, accompanied by my wife’s short, raspy grunts coming from my cell phone, made me feel like I was on a roller coaster sliding down from the top to the bottom for a split second; it was a strange feeling of desperation and panic, but also excitement and anticipation.
I could hear my heart slamming against my chest with an intensity I’d never known before, the blow nearly knocking me out as a voice anxiously cried out in my head, “Let go, you bastards!”
The other hissed with red eyes, “Fuck her, stick it in! Fuck my wife!”
As if hearing my cries, Fatty pulled down his pants, revealing his ferocious weapon, bending his leg slightly, holding it in one hand and pushing it hard toward Tingting’s white, naked buttocks, Tingting let out a cry of horror and hurriedly said, “Don’t! You guys agreed not to do this!”
Hands rushed backward trying to push the fat man away, those two were on the rise, how could they let her go.
Only to see the skinny man take one hand and rip Ting Ting’s arms back in front of her.
Ignoring my wife’s protests, the fat man pulled her uncontrollably evasive ass with one hand, and slammed the guy in with the other.
I knew that if I didn’t step up at this point, my Stepford wife, who had been married for a year, was going to be raped in front of me.
Although it has been in fantasy, but I have worked hard and painstakingly chased a year to get a woman, these years and I share the same pain, crying and laughing love and hate of the wife, these two hateful guys actually want to rape her like this, I can not help but jump out to yell to stop them, but ……
If I step up now, don’t I tell them I’ve been watching from the ballroom until now?
What’s more, Tingting’s handle is firmly held by them, if we can’t satisfy their wishes now, they give all our acquaintances there a publicity, we can not face in this city to mix, say when it’s too late, just when I’m still in the battle of ideas, only to hear a female voice screaming in the cell phone, Tingting’s two hands grasping the arm of the thin man, his expression of agony, obviously the fat man has been inserted and lubrication is insufficient.
Her nails presumably embedded themselves in the skinny man’s arm, not realizing that it caused him to wince in pain as well.
My heart contracted violently, as if a giant palm had gripped it all at once and yanked it violently toward the outside of my body.
My wife had finally been fucked, as I had fantasized a thousand times, only this time it was too real to imagine.
My head felt incredibly heavy, as if there was a green hat pressing down on it, weighing me down.
I struggled to crane my neck to get back some of my manly dignity, and all I saw was the fat man jerking hard behind my wife, and the vibrations all over her naked body as she was being slammed.
Her long hair, which had been flying, was tugged by the fat man’s hand, so she had to tilt her head back and gasp with her mouth open, and the diminishing traces of pain in that hmmm made me feel slightly better.
The fat man’s face was tense, obviously he was having a great time – the feeling of fucking her from behind was all too familiar to me, even the satisfaction of grabbing her hair while doing so, because I often abused my wife in this way, and that feeling of being abused could make her extraordinarily wild, not wanting to be completely defiled today.
Although it wasn’t me who was pounding my wife’s fat pussy behind her, an alternative kind of stimulation could already be clearly felt by me.
The feeling pierced my flesh and mind like a sword, a sexual ecstasy masked under the smoke of pain, and there was no denying that I loved it.
I watched that vile, ugly man enjoy my wife in a frenzy, but my sex was already swollen to bursting point by the pleasure surging through me.
The sexual pleasure reminded me of the satisfaction of conquest I felt the first time I penetrated my wife, the eruption I felt the first time I pissed on her face, and was significantly more etched in my mind.
This whirlpool of pleasure spun me around to the point of dizziness, countless thoughts swirling around in my head, one moment thinking that I wonder if Ting Ting is having pleasure right now, and the other moment wondering if such a nasty fetish of mine is a manifestation of the masochistic tendencies that I subconsciously have.
The skinny guy who had already taken off his pants was a bit impatient, his rod seemed to be thicker and longer than the fat guy’s, and kept arching towards Ting Ting’s body, but she was being fucked from behind, her ass puckered up, so he could only push up against her bellybutton.
He bent down to suck on her nipples from time to time, her breasts jiggling as the fat man pumped them, often squashing the skinny man’s nose, but he didn’t seem to care.
Although the fat man couldn’t see very clearly, he knew the situation roughly, and couldn’t help but snapped, “Hey, why don’t you let her bend down and blow it for you? I’ll switch with you later.”
I cursed in my mind, but the thin man was reminded by a word, and yanked Tingting’s hair and pressed it down, and she was forced to bend over, pushing the thin man with one hand, and disgustedly scrutinizing towards the ugly phallus waving in front of her eyes, as if she was very reluctant.
The skinny guy was a little impatient, holding his cock and shoving it into my wife’s mouth, she dodged a few times, her sexy red lips finally lost their grip.
The long rod poked nonchalantly into her throat, causing her to cringe in pain at the top, her hands reflexively trying to push the skinny man away.
The skinny man held her head tightly to keep her from escaping, and fought the urge to thrust and turn inside.
By this time my wife was unable to scream and could only make drowning gurgling noises accompanied by uncontrollable flow of saliva out of the corners of her mouth.
I’m afraid this is the most painful blowjob she’s ever experienced, and I thought with pain in my heart that not even I in my wildest and most lustful moments had ever penetrated her throat like this.
A pang of jealousy ran through me, wondering when I’d let her do that for me too.
At this point the skinny guy finally pulled his rod out slightly and started pumping it in both mouths on my wife with the fat guy one after the other.
Despite the fact that the two of them had quite the understanding, the skinny guy’s cock still often jumped out of her mouth, and each time he quickly and forcefully plunged his sex back down her throat.
Over time, probably to avoid his rough maneuvers, Tina would actually take the initiative to hold it and stuff it back into her mouth.
The movements of the mouth also gradually got fancy from the monotonous passivity of the beginning.
The fat guy in the back also clearly felt the wetness of her vagina and laughed, “Hey, it’s wet, it’s wet!”
I had a sour feeling in my heart, but I had to comfort myself which is the normal physiological reaction of women, the natural mechanism of self-protection.
Tina, not sure if she was ashamed of what was said, or if she thought of me who was spying, symbolically squirmed to escape a few times, only to be rewarded with double the roughness and taunts from both of them.
It didn’t take long for the skinny guy to speak up, “Hey I say, let’s switch, I want to try this slut.”
The fat man gave a somewhat reluctant hmmm and gave a few hard thrusts before pulling his cock out in one fluid motion.
I heard my wife call out, and instead of the joy of relief, there seemed to be a few empty moments of loss.
When the two of them switched places, Tina remained in the bent-over pouting position with a complete look of resignation.
The skinny man, who had already been building up a head of steam, then thrust in, letting out a satisfied exhale.
The fat man vented all of his dissatisfaction on my wife, holding the rod covered in lewd water and viciously said, “Skinny, it’s covered in your water! Lick it up for me!”
His wife gave him a mournful look and obediently licked her way up from the base of his prick, even offering to suck and lick the fat boy’s balls without his special request.
Although I didn’t see Fatty’s expression, I could imagine the surprise and coolness in his head, so much so that he didn’t even say anything mocking.
The skinny guy’s side wasn’t too bad either, he had better tools than the fat guy and was able to get in deeper than the fat guy because he didn’t have his stomach in the way there when he moved.
The sensitive wife clearly felt the difference, and gradually, her mental armor being shattered by the crash, she went from muffled grunts, which had been restrained at first, to screaming up at will.
Over the phone I could even hear the gibbering sound of that gush of lust as it pumped.
She moved!
How!
My wife, although a slut in bed with both of us, is usually very disciplined in her life.
In front of others, she was definitely a virtuous woman, but now she actually had strong sexual pleasure and showed it in front of these bad guys without any shame while being raped!
I watched this angrily, feeling the urgency of my need to vent, and couldn’t help but pull out my cock, which had been confined for far too long, and jerk off.
While watching two strangers raping, no, raping, in front of my eyes, in conjunction with their wives masturbating at the same time, I experienced that unspeakably wicked super-pleasure in the midst of intense guilt that made me feel like I was in the deepest valley of my life and on top of it at the same time.
I’ve heard that fat people in general aren’t very good at this, and this is no exception.
Long ago, full of tension and obviously holding back, he finally reached his limit, but who can laugh at him, I don’t think he’s ever played with such a beautiful woman in such a lustful way in his life.
He sped up, his large belly slamming into Tina’s face at times, and suddenly let out a low growl, his body pausing for a full few seconds, as if he couldn’t move an inch in the moment of an overwhelming orgasm.
Tina’s brow furrowed, and it looked like the fat man had put up quite a fight.
His legs and stomach shook slightly and moved slowly a few more times, as if all the strength in his body had left him, and it was difficult to support his bloated body at the moment.
He sat down in one hand and huffed and puffed, not even seeming to notice my wife’s move to spit the sticky concoction on the floor.
At this point Tina was free of the fat man and was fully focused on being fucked by the thin man.
She had one hand on the wall, one hand on her taut legs, and her shoulder-length hair, which had been anionized, was now in disarray, tumbling and dancing indulgently with his thrusts, like the tones of the lustful screams in her throat.
The skinny guy was sweating profusely from the fuck and cursed, “Cool or not, slut! How am I better than your husband?”
While my wife turned a deaf ear and refused to respond, I imagined the answer in her mind, what was it?
The thought that maybe she actually thought the guy was better than me made me feel incredibly excited.
I knew I was dying, but I really wanted to come with them, so it’s a good thing they didn’t make me wait too long.
The skinny guy gradually increased the frequency and intensity of his thrusts, and my wife screamed more vigorously to encourage him, and soon the movements of those naked two reached dizzying proportions, when he suddenly screamed out, “I’m going to cum in it!”
That shout finally made me endure, a cold war sperm column marked a meter away.
He finally erupted in response to his wife’s increasing cries, and he didn’t stop at all during his orgasm, his movements were still very powerful, and he pushed her to the peak of her orgasm one after the other.
I looked at that subcrash, rhythmically accompanied by a stream of my own ejaculation, and all the furious excitement I had just felt was given a gush of unparalleled release.
What a sight it was, I wailed in the moral sense floating in the distance, this grotesque trio, floating at the same time on a cloud of evil orgasms, with such dark thoughts and pleasures in the hearts of each man and woman.
They finally left, leaving her, who had supplied them with immense pleasure just moments before, there like a used toy, taking only her underwear (to keep as a souvenir) and the handle, I thought darkly.
She stood there lost in thought, not even dressed.
The dissolving moonlight that had just been shamed into hiding her face peeked out from the clouds and shone on her stunningly beautiful torso, gently soothing her ravaged and bruised muscles everywhere.
I suddenly felt so jealous that my beautiful wife, my pride and joy, was no longer proprietary to me.
I walked out to face her, but not to her side.
She looked at me with tears in her eyes and just didn’t move.
I scrutinized her, she had never looked so beautiful, I thought, but I had never felt so distant from her either.
I just feel so bitter inside and exhausted.
She looked for understanding and love in my eyes, but she finally didn’t find it.
Two teardrops rolled down her cheeks almost simultaneously, falling to the peaks of her ample breasts, coalescing around her nipples and shaking them.
She looked at me with teary eyes, looking at me with anger and pity, what should I do, what can I do, I asked myself.
A thick night surrounded us, and not a single bright light could be seen.
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