At a fiery celebration, Jian's boss dominates his wife in front of everyone. The crowd watches silently as desire and submission intertwine in an erotic scene. Can Jian overcome his emotions and join them?
The entire village seemed to vibrate with the energy of the celebration. Tables were arranged in a wide circle, covered with brightly colored tablecloths and adorned with bottles of red wine that gleamed in the torchlight. Soft pillows were scattered on the floor, inviting guests to relax and enjoy the evening. The soft music of a violin floated through the air, mingling with laughter and lively conversation. At the center of it all, Jian, the green husband, sat on one of the pillows, his expression serene yet charged with an intensity few could decipher. His eyes, however, never left his wife, who stood next to Mr. Davis, the man who had altered the course of her life.
Jian's wife, the MILF farmer with the enormous butt, looked radiant in her red lingerie. The lace hugged her curves perfectly, highlighting her voluptuous figure. Her hair, loose and wavy, fell over her shoulders, and her cheeks were tinged with a blush that wasn't just from the wine. Mr. Davis, tall and imposing, gazed at her with a mixture of desire and pride, as if she were his most prized trophy. His hand rested on her waist, a gesture that seemed natural, almost possessive.
Jian watched as Mr. Davis leaned toward his wife, his lips brushing hers in a soft but purposeful kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of dominance and submission, of an agreement unspoken but understood by both. Jian's wife closed her eyes, surrendering to the moment, her body trembling slightly under the touch. Jian felt a knot in his stomach, a mix of jealousy and arousal consuming him from the inside. But he didn't move, said nothing. He just watched, fascinated and humiliated, as the man who was his boss dominated his wife in front of everyone.
Mr. Davis stepped back slightly, his eyes shining with an intensity that left no doubt about his intentions. With a gentle gesture, he took her hand and led her to the center of the circle, where the space was clear. The music stopped, and the murmur of the crowd died down, as if everyone knew what was about to happen. Jian's wife allowed herself to be led, her expression a mixture of shyness and anticipation.
—Hoy es tu cumpleaños —dijo el Sr. Davis, su voz profunda y resonante—, y quiero que sea una noche que nunca olvides.
Con esas palabras, la tomó por la cintura y la giró, colocándola en posición de perrita. La lencería roja se ajustó aún más a su cuerpo, resaltando la curva de su trasero y la forma de sus muslos. El Sr. Davis se arrodillo detrás de ella, sus manos recorriendo su espalda antes de posarse en sus caderas. La multitud contuvo el aliento, el silencio roto solo por el sonido de la respiración acelerada de la esposa de Jian.
—Eres tan hermosa —murmuró el Sr. Davis, su aliento caliente en su oído—. Y hoy, delante de todos, voy a demostrarte cuánto te deseo.
Con un movimiento fluido, el Sr. Davis se desabrochó los pantalones y los bajó lo suficiente para liberar su miembro duro y erecto. La esposa de Jian tembló, su cuerpo respondiendo instintivamente a la presencia de él. El Sr. Davis la penetró lentamente, su polla deslizándose en su coño peludo con una facilidad que hablaba de práctica y deseo. Un gemido suave escapó de los labios de ella, un sonido que fue ahogado por un beso intenso del Sr. Davis.
La multitud observó en silencio, algunos con expresiones de asombro, otros con una mezcla de envidia y excitación. Jian, sentado en su almohada, se sintió como un espectador en su propia vida. Su mano se movió hacia su entrepierna, sus dedos rozando el bulto en sus pantalones. No podía evitarlo; La escena delante de él era demasiado intensa, demasiado erótica para no responder.
El Sr. Davis comenzó a moverse, sus caderas empujando con un ritmo constante que hacía que la esposa de Jian gimiera con cada embestida. Sus manos se aferraron a sus caderas, sus dedos pellizcando su trasero con una fuerza que la hizo arquear la espalda.
—Te gusta, ¿verdad? —murmuró él, su voz ronca de deseo—. ¿Te gusta que te domine, que te haga mía delante de todos?
La esposa de Jian se acercó, incapaz de hablar. Su cuerpo temblaba, sus músculos tensos mientras el placer la invasión. El Sr. Davis sonrió, una expresión de satisfacción que hablaba de su poder sobre ella.
—Eres mía —dijo, su voz firme—. Y hoy, todos lo saben.
La multitud aplaudió, el sonido rompiendo el silencio tenso. Jian se sintió como si lo hubieran golpeado en el estómago. La declaración del Sr. Davis era clara, y no dejaba lugar a dudas sobre quién estaba a cargo. Pero, a pesar de la humillación, Jian no pudo evitar sentir una extraña excitación. La idea de que su esposa fuera dominada por otro hombre, que fuera exhibida y poseída delante de todos, lo llenaba de un deseo que no podía ignorar.
El Sr. Davis aumentó el ritmo, sus embestidas más profundas y rápidas. La esposa de Jian gimió, su cuerpo respondiendo a la intensidad. Sus pechos rebotaban con cada movimiento, sus pezones duros y erectos bajo la fina tela de su lencería. El Sr. Davis se inclinó hacia adelante, sus labios rozando su cuello mientras sus manos se movían hacia su coño, sus dedos encontrando su clítoris hinchado.
"Come to me," he murmured, his voice a husky whisper. "Let yourself go, let me feel you."
Jian's wife couldn't hold back any longer. Her body tensed, her muscles contracting as an orgasm invaded her. Her cry of pleasure echoed through the air, a sound drowned out by the cheers of the crowd. Mr. Davis smiled, his expression triumphant as he continued moving, his cock still inside her.
"Now, me," he said, his voice firm.
With one last thrust, Mr. Davis reached his own climax, his cum filling Jian's wife's pussy. The crowd cheered, the sound filling the air as Mr. Davis pulled out, his member still erect and glistening. Jian's wife collapsed onto the pillows, her body shaking and satisfied.
Jian sat, his hand still on his crotch. The scene before him was surreal, as if he were living a dream. But it wasn't a dream; it was his reality. And, despite the humiliation, despite the jealousy, he couldn't deny the excitement that consumed him.
Mr. Davis approached him, his expression serene but charged with intent. He knelt in front of Jian, his hand extended toward him.
"Are you joining us?" he asked, his voice a whisper.
Jian looked at his wife, who was lying on the pillows, her body still trembling. He then looked at Mr. Davis, the man who had turned his life upside down. With a sigh, he reached out and took it, taking Mr. Davis's hand in a brief, formal greeting between men. Jian joins in the fun. This time he will enjoy his wife like he never has before. His lips kissed his beloved wife, making her moan, moving his tongue strongly against hers. He tells his beloved wife, whispering to her that she is mine and also Mr. David's.
—Wife, I will no longer play the fool. I love you and I want us to be happy even with this morbid affair that my boss has with you.
The wife, surprised, kisses Jian's lips, somewhat shy and confident. She is a MILF who always grew up in silence. This time, her husband realized that it also matters.
Jian happily tastes his wife's fleshy lips with love, moves his member inside her slowly so that it doesn't hurt from all the work, tenderly tells his wife that he will never hold back again, he will be a husband with cuckold fetishes but also a proud man who will make you feel better, even though Mr. Davis wants you, I am still your loving husband.
The night was far from over. A spark ignites, unrestrained, he reflects and understands that he must not allow himself to stay; he must participate in this complex love.