This real effect was wearing me down, a jagged, chaotic mess churning within me. I felt incredulous, yet in a daze, I felt this wasn't real. All of this finally manifested in the doorknob. I gripped my trouser leg, gently placing the handle on it. The door wasn't locked; I pushed it open effortlessly. It was quiet inside, a quietness that silenced my numb heartbeat. There was no one there. The sound of the shower made me turn my head. The bathroom was steaming, and within it, a slender, well-proportioned, pale yellow body was gracefully bathing. She was facing away from me, her sexy figure head tilted back, slowly and meticulously tying her hair up. She picked up... A bath towel gently supported her full thighs, and the crescent-shaped line instantly raised a plump, bouncy buttock. She wiped the split lines, which were not very clear, but the feeling of being separated and deeply wrapped chilled my heart. I lowered my head, feeling complicated. I was considering whether to expose it. I was blaming myself for being useless. I widened my eyes because I found that the red mat on the ground was covered with a clear liquid. It had merged with the red and formed the shape of a first petal. In my fantasy, it was like someone had separated the pure white and poured in, penetrating the bottom of the valley. This detail shattered my happy marriage.
Gradually, she turned her body around. I couldn't see her face clearly, but her thick black hair looked so neat and orderly. My wife and I had never had sex, and this was the first time I had seen her private parts. The allure of those bulges was numbing my heart, and the parting of her lips was about to destroy my will and marriage. Just as I was thinking about how I should treat love, she opened the door while humming a little tune. I subconsciously stepped back in advance. Through the crack in the door, I saw her putting on a red silk bra as she walked. In that instant, I suddenly became confused. Why red?
Is her figure also off?
Just then, a familiar voice came from behind me.
"Hey! Honey! What are you doing here? What are you doing?"
I was slightly startled and turned around to see Sirui walking out with a woman. The woman looked at me, covered her mouth and smiled, gave me a meaningful glance, and then walked away.
"Hmph, you big scoundrel! What are you doing? You, you, you big bastard, I'll beat you to death!"
"I...you..." In my unexpected surprise, I made an inexplicable mistake, which made it impossible for me to hide the situation. Sirui was waving her little hand, her face flushed red with anger.
"Honey, I didn't! It's not what you think! I swear!"
"I'll beat you to death, I'll beat you to death, heh heh!"
My wife's baby-like strength was striking me, and seeing her eyes about to well up with tears, I quickly held her tightly. In the midst of the swaying, she calmed down, perhaps feeling enveloped by my warmth. I quickly began to explain in detail, from beginning to end, being very careful, afraid of hurting her again.
"Really?"
My wife looked at me with sparkling eyes. I swore a solemn oath, and she quickly covered my mouth, transforming into a kind and understanding woman. This turn of events saved me from disaster. It was also thanks to Si Rui's kindness that she believed me, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
I was very happy along the way, thankfully the cracks in our marriage hadn't appeared. My wife, with me by her side, had long forgotten about the incident; she's really carefree.
But this is good, it makes me feel more relaxed.
We crossed the road, and just then, a Maserati stopped beside us.
"Hey! Little Li, I just saw you. I have a big client tonight, come on, keep him company."
"Uh, boss, I have some things to do tonight, so I'm afraid I can't go."
"Xiao Li, this is a big client who will bring a lot of revenue to the company. I can't hold my liquor, but you're young, so how about you help me out?"
"This..." I hesitated, and looked into my wife's eyes.
"Hongbing, go ahead. Work is the most important thing. Put everything else aside for now and do it later."
"Oh, this is your wife? She's so beautiful. Come on, let's go together. It's perfect timing since Mr. Wang and Mr. Li and their wives are going too. It'll be more lively with more people."
As he spoke, the boss opened the car door and hurriedly ushered us inside. I didn't want my wife to go, but I couldn't resist the boss's enthusiasm, so I agreed.
Afterwards, we arrived at a hotel. Several people were sitting in a private room. I recognized most of them, but the only one I didn't recognize was an extremely rustic old man. His clothes and appearance didn't resemble those of a boss at all. His filthy clothes looked like they had never been washed, making him look more like a destitute beggar fleeing famine. He looked to be over 60 years old, wrinkled and ugly, with a fat head and big ears, and a rather short stature. The boss introduced him as Mr. Chu, who started out in the pharmaceutical business. He had recently sold out of a batch of drugs and was a big customer. Now that he saw that adult drugs were selling well, he wanted to use our company to open up the market. Although he looked somewhat unremarkable, he had plenty of money. No one dared to offend this big fat sheep, so everyone began to flatter him in business.
We sat facing each other and offered each other cigarettes. After I lit one, I noticed that the boss, surnamed Chu, was staring at my wife intentionally or unintentionally, his eyes scanning up and down. This disgusted me greatly, but out of respect for the boss, I silently resisted, hoping that the dinner would end soon so I could leave with my wife.
Sirui was talking to several women, seemingly unaware of anything amiss. During a glance, she even smiled sweetly at the boss, her sexy and adorable appearance prompting him to get up and pour her a glass of wine. Although it was red wine, I still didn't want my wife to drink it. My instinctive reaction was to politely refuse, but before I could speak, my wife, Zhu Hong, downed it in one gulp. Amid cheers, the banquet reached its climax. Before the food even arrived, everyone started a drinking contest, and as an employee, I joined in, getting more and more into it, hoping to get the boss, surnamed Chu, drunk. By the time we reached our last glass, everyone was quite tipsy, but the boss had an astonishing capacity for alcohol. Clearly not yet satisfied, he suggested going to a karaoke bar for some entertainment. Looking at his persistent expression and words, we had no confidence and couldn't refuse, so we reluctantly agreed.
Across from the restaurant was a KTV. By then, I was already a little unsteady on my feet, and my wife was supporting me. I wanted her to go home first, but she was so excited after drinking that she insisted on going to sing. I couldn't persuade her otherwise, so I agreed for the time being.
Inside the karaoke room, the lights flickered, and the sounds of singing and revelry, combined with the effects of alcohol, pushed everything to a new climax. Because of the hot weather, several of us men took off our shirts and drank heavily, even competing with our own friends. We were so excited that we were like old friends who hadn't seen each other for years.
I don't know who picked out a DJ dance track, but under our intoxicated attention, several women came to the center and started dancing. They had also drunk quite a bit of alcohol, and they were very unrestrained in their dancing. Under the flashing lights of various colors, the outlines of their female bodies exuded passionate sexiness and feminine charm.
The most beautiful one was my young wife. She waved her fair forearms, and her white dress, with its open neckline, shimmered with a fleshy pinkish hue under the light. Her breasts trembled playfully, ostentatiously releasing the heat from her cleavage.
Adding to that, her tight-fitting jeans made her already rounded buttocks seem even rounder. Beneath her long legs, her small feet in sandals seemed to speak volumes, softening the gap between her knees. This exquisite sensation overwhelmed the many who were drunk and had a strong craving for food.
The women's unrestrained behavior caused all the men to stand up simultaneously. They shouted excitedly, laughed loudly, and began a chaotic dance.
I joined in, swaying and dancing like everyone else. I was close to my wife, and my first thought was to watch over her. But gradually, under the influence of alcohol, I accepted being surrounded by other women. I glanced at my wife through my blurry vision; she was dancing with Mr. Zhao. I felt somewhat relieved; I knew his character.
After a while, I became increasingly drunk and excited, losing all sense of direction and recognition. I started to become unrestrained and proactive, embracing a woman I didn't know. We both reached our climax, and I held her buttocks, which she didn't seem to mind at all. On the contrary, she swayed her full hips even more, spreading her arms wide and screaming wildly, making me forget my wife beside me...