"Mmm..." Ying Huanhuan whispered. After all, she had only just satisfied herself; if Qing Ye had the ability to do it a few more times, she wouldn't mind.
Hearing Ying Huanhuan's permission, Qing Ye's hands began to roam over her body, easily unbuttoning her blouse and kneading her breasts. He then freed one hand and slipped it inside her skirt. When his fingertips touched her underpants, he felt the slight dampness. A smile crept onto his lips, and he whispered in her ear, "Hehe, Huanhuan, I thought it was just me who wanted it, but I didn't expect our joy..." "Huan wants it too, doesn't she?"
Ying Huanhuan didn't respond to Qing Ye's words, only turning her head slightly towards the side of the bed. Qing Ye didn't say anything either, continuing to rub against Ying Huanhuan's panties. After widening the wet patch two or three times, he pulled Ying Huanhuan's panties aside, then lifted her right leg, unzipped his pants, and placed his penis against her lower body. With a thrust, he inserted his penis into Ying Huanhuan's body once more.
"Ah..." Ying Huanhuan's body trembled slightly. She looked down and closed her eyes in embarrassment, her face slowly flushing red. She was now directly facing the cabinet under the bed, one leg raised high, and Qing Ye was inside her from behind. Lin Dong could definitely see her vagina being stretched open by Qing Ye's penis.
"Ah...ah...ah..." Qing Ye's penis didn't give Ying Huanhuan any time to be shy. Soon after penetration, he began thrusting, and Ying Huanhuan moaned. Shortly after her cry, she felt movement in front of her. She opened her eyes and saw a familiar face. He was looking at her with a wicked grin. Ying Huanhuan's nerves seemed to snap; her eyes widened in shock. Then, after Qing Ye's glans hit her cervix, she closed her eyes again, letting out a scream and a moan: "Ah!!!..."
"Huanhuan, what's wrong?" Hearing Ying Huanhuan's unusual moans, Qing Ye stopped and lifted himself up to ask her.
"Huh?" Ying Huanhuan heard Qing Ye's voice and opened her eyes. The familiar face was gone, but her face remained flushed. She said to Qing Ye, "Nothing."
"Oh," Qing Ye replied, not noticing anything amiss. He lay back down on the bed and continued thrusting.
"Ah...ah..." Ying Huanhuan forced herself to stop moaning. She bit her lower lip tightly, trying to minimize the sound. She opened her eyes and stared intently at the area under the bed. Soon, she saw that familiar face emerge from under the bed.
"Ugh...ugh..." Seeing that familiar face, Ying Huanhuan realized Lin Dong wasn't hiding in the closet but under the bed. She suppressed her moans even more, her face turning even redder. She closed her eyes again in embarrassment.
Just now, when Lin Dong left the bathroom door, he didn't hide in the closet. He thought for a moment, then crawled under the bed to surprise Ying Huanhuan. His surprise did indeed startle her, leaving her too embarrassed to make a sound. Moreover, he hadn't completely concealed himself, so when Qing Ye got up and looked over, he crawled back under the bed.
After closing her eyes, Ying Huanhuan felt a hand touch her delicate face, causing her body to tremble. Because Qing Ye's hand was behind her back and lifting her leg, she knew it wasn't Qing Ye touching her cheek. This made her even more ashamed. While Qing Ye was having sex with her, her husband was touching her face right in front of her, making her unbearably shy. This was different from before; before, the closest they'd come was about 1.5 meters when Ying Huanhuan first kissed Qing Ye, but now it was right in front of her!
However, she immediately opened her eyes and glared at Lin Dong. Her eyes held a mixture of feigned anger, shyness, and resentment. She was angry because Lin Dong had startled her; ashamed that he was making love to another man right under her husband's nose; and resentful because Lin Dong enjoyed seeing her being played with by another man, and had even crawled under the bed for it. But these three emotions were only a small part of what was in her eyes; the majority was, of course, her overflowing love for Lin Dong.
Seeing Ying Huanhuan looking at him like that, Lin Dong smiled awkwardly after a moment of embarrassment. He raised his head and kissed Ying Huanhuan's forehead, then gently pinched her cheeks with his index finger and thumb.
Seeing Lin Dong's actions, Ying Huanhuan understood his meaning; he wanted to hear her cry out. This made her even more shy, but she slowly opened her teeth, letting out soft breaths that turned into melodious moans. Ying Huanhuan, her face flushed with embarrassment, cried out in front of Lin Dong, "Ah...ah..."
"Ah...ah...ah...ooh..." However, after a few cries, her voice was again drowned out, not because of her own actions, but because Lin Dong kissed her red lips. This made Ying Huanhuan... Huanhuan was incredibly ashamed. Another man was still behind her, his penis still thrusting in and out of her vagina. She could clearly hear the 'slapping' sounds of their bodies colliding. And her husband was right in front of her, kissing her, his tongue even inside her mouth. To be making love to another man while kissing her husband made Huanhuan so ashamed that she closed her eyes again. However, despite her extreme shyness, she wasn't as passively accepting as she had been when kissing Qing Ye. She extended her own tongue and intertwined it with Lin Dong's.
"Mmm...mmm..." Hearing Ying Huanhuan's suppressed moans, Qing Ye was extremely excited. He didn't know why Ying Huanhuan suddenly suppressed her moans. Qing Ye felt as if Ying Huanhuan was kissing another man. If he hadn't sensed that no one was in front of her, he would have thought that Ying Huanhuan was secretly hiding a man. But this feeling wasn't bad. This feeling made his penis seem to harden. Kissing another man while making love to him might not be so bad; it even seemed quite enjoyable. The excitement fueled Qing Ye's motivation, and his thrusts became more forceful.
"Mmm...mmm...ha...ah...ah..." As Qing Ye increased the force of her thrusts, Ying Huanhuan's body began to sway. At this moment, Lin Dong released Ying Huanhuan's red lips, a thin, transparent thread connecting them. Even without Lin Dong's kiss, Ying Huanhuan continued to moan. Her eyes were glazed as she looked at Lin Dong. However, after seeing Lin Dong give her a mischievous smile, and then seeing him slowly move towards her lower body, her face flushed red again. She reached out and grabbed Lin Dong's arms, then shook her head and whispered weakly to him, "No..." However, Lin Dong gently took her hand, slowly pulling her fingers off his arm. Soon, her hands were free from his, but Lin Dong still held her hand with his right, lightly kissing the back of her hand before continuing his movement downwards. Ying Huanhuan knew she couldn't stop Lin Dong, and could only shyly watch as her husband's face pressed against her genitals, where she was having intercourse with another man. She grabbed Lin Dong's right hand with her other hand, now holding his hand with both of hers. When she saw Lin Dong staring intently at her genitals, she closed her eyes again in shame.
This was also the first time Lin Dong had seen another man's penis penetrating Ying Huanhuan's vagina so closely. Although he had been able to see very clearly before due to his good eyesight, now that he was so close, wouldn't he be able to see even more clearly?
Now, Ying Huanhuan's vagina was being stretched open in front of Lin Dong by another man, whose penis was thrusting in and out of his wife's body. Her labia were being opened and pushed in and out with each thrust. Whether it was insertion or withdrawal, the penis would draw fluid from Ying Huanhuan's vagina; it was squeezed out when inserted and pulled out when withdrawn. At the entrance of Ying Huanhuan's vagina, there was white foam everywhere, it was unclear whether it was Ying Huanhuan's vaginal fluid, Qing Ye's semen, or both.
Lin Dong's eyes were bloodshot. He desperately wanted to breathe heavily, but he knew that at this distance, his breath would inevitably spray onto Ying Huanhuan's vagina and Qing Ye's penis. While it wouldn't be a problem for Ying Huanhuan, if it hit Qing Ye, he would inevitably discover there was someone else there. So, Lin Dong suppressed the rising heat within him. However, he couldn't just stand by and watch. He reached out his left hand, which wasn't holding Ying Huanhuan's, and gently placed it on her lower abdomen. He could feel Ying Huanhuan's body tremble slightly. Although she didn't open her eyes, her grip on his hand tightened. Seeing this, his left hand stopped moving downwards, and he squeezed her hand with his right. Seemingly comforted by Lin Dong, Ying Huanhuan's hand relaxed slightly.