That morning, I went out to work with my newlywed wife. She dressed especially eye-catching that day: a white short-sleeved top so tight it almost revealed the outline of the black bra underneath, paired with an extremely tight miniskirt that showed off her slender, well-proportioned legs and delicate ankles. The pointed high heels were specially chosen by me. As she walked, her waist swayed gently, attracting occasional glances from passersby.
I actually felt quite uncomfortable inside. I had told her several times before not to dress too revealingly when going out, but she always smiled and said: 'Dressing up nicely and getting a few extra glances from others gives me confidence.' I could only let her be. Looking at her like this, I felt both proud and vaguely uneasy.
After getting on the bus, the carriage was so crowded there was almost no room to turn around. By chance, I ran into my university classmate Ah Chao. After graduation, he had kept up with bodybuilding, and his build was sturdier than in his student days; the muscles in his arms were clearly defined, and he looked full of energy. I exchanged polite greetings and casually introduced my wife beside me. Ah Chao’s eyes lit up a little, and a look of obvious envy appeared on his face. I felt secretly pleased: this guy must be thinking about how I married such a beautiful wife.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, A'Chao and I fell silent. The carriage swayed, packed with people. I began to space out, thinking about my own matters. Work was busy, my health hadn't been great, and I often couldn't last long during intimacy with my wife. I always felt guilty towards her. A'Chao, with that muscular physique, was probably much better in that regard than me... Thinking this, I felt somewhat deflated, completely unaware of the changes in my wife beside me.
At first, my wife was just standing next to me, but later, unknowingly pushed by the crowd toward A Chao. Her eyes looked somewhat panicked, glancing at me from time to time, sweat beading on her forehead, her body slightly twisting. I thought it was just the carriage being too hot at the time.
Actually, Ah Chao’s hand had already quietly reached over.
He first, under cover of the crowd, used his left hand to vaguely brush the side of his wife's full chest, his fingertips occasionally grazing it. Her body stiffened at once, and she immediately understood it wasn't an accidental bump. Anger flashed through her mind: this university classmate of her husband was being way too bold. Yet at the same time, looking at the men around her casting glances over, she felt a faint sense of pride—her outfit today really was attractive.
Seeing that she didn't immediately push him away, Achao grew bolder. He tilted his head close to her ear, his exhaled warm breath brushing over her earlobe. That was her sensitive spot, and her body involuntarily trembled slightly. A faint smile curled at the corner of Achao's mouth as he made a judgment in his heart: this woman, dressed like this to go out, was probably not one to be trifled with.
His other hand also moved over, and with both hands, through the thin layer of clothing, he gently pinched her breasts. His wife tried to push him away, but felt a hard thing thrust up from behind her. That size and hardness were completely different from her husband’s. Her heart jolted violently, and her legs went weak for a moment.
"So big..." That was all that remained in her mind.
Achao's body was sturdy, that thing pressed against the seam of her buttocks through his pants, rubbing against her with each sway of the bus. The wife's initial thought of resisting gradually faded under that unfamiliar sense of pressure. She even subconsciously leaned back slightly, allowing the hard object to press closer against her.
Ah Chao chuckled softly, his voice just loud enough for her to hear, 'Like it? Then stop pretending.'
The wife didn't answer, but quietly shifted her weight backward. Achao, given an inch, took a mile, reaching his hand into her short sleeve, directly pulling open her black bra. His rough palm covered her soft breast flesh, his thumb brushing over the already slightly erect nipple. The wife bit her lower lip, afraid to make a sound. Pleasure like tiny electric currents rushed from her chest all the way to her lower abdomen.
I was still lost in my own thoughts, completely unaware of what was happening beside me. The occasional soft gasps from my wife, I mistook for coughing.
Ah Chao's hand continued downward. He lifted her short skirt slightly from behind, sliding his hand through the slit in the hem, pressing against her already wet private parts through the thin lace panties. His wife's body tensed sharply, but she didn't truly push him away. The panties quickly soaked through with her fluids, the fabric clinging to her slit, each press bringing clear stimulation.
Ah Chao whispered, 'Already this wet... still acting proper?'
The wife's face flushed intensely, yet she couldn't help but gently twist her waist when his fingers brushed over her clitoris through the fabric. A-Chao stopped being polite, directly pushed her panties aside, and inserted two fingers into the slippery entrance. The inner walls instantly tightened, warm and snug. He bent his knuckles, slowly thrusting in and out, while his other hand pinched the swollen clitoris, gently kneading it.
The wife bit her lip hard, her legs so weak she could barely stand. Pleasure accumulated too quickly; she felt she was about to climax. Achao sensed her reaction and sped up the movement of his fingers. Suddenly, the wife's body trembled violently, her vagina contracted sharply, and a stream of hot fluid gushed out, even splashing onto the trouser leg of an old gentleman sitting nearby.
The old gentleman was stunned. Turning his head, he saw exactly her exposed, wet private parts under her short skirt, and A-Chao's fingers still buried inside. He swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on that spot. His wife's post-orgasm afterglow hadn't faded; the opening of her hole opened and closed, transparent fluid trickling down her thigh. Meeting the old man's gaze, she didn't immediately cover up. Instead, she felt that gaze intensified the pleasure.
Ah Chao withdrew his fingers, whispering in her ear, 'Finished enjoying? My turn now.'
He pulled down the zipper of his pants, took out his fully erect thick and long manhood, and pressed it against her wet entrance. Feeling that scorching hardness, his wife’s breathing instantly became ragged. She secretly looked back at me—I was still in a daze—then took the initiative and pushed her hips back a little.
Ah Chao held her waist, pushing in inch by inch. His size was much larger than her husband's, the entry feeling full and stretching. His wife almost cried out, burying her face deeper. The bus continued to sway, each bump driving it deeper. Ah Chao began shallow thrusts, deliberately scraping the sensitive inner walls with his glans.
The wife completely gave up resisting. She cooperated by twisting her waist, making each entry smoother. Several men around had already noticed the abnormality here, casting ambiguous glances in this direction. The wife knew she was being watched, her lower body completely naked, swallowing and spitting another man's thing. This sense of immorality actually made her more excited. Love fluids kept secreting, making the area where they joined a muddy mess.
Ah Chao gradually sped up his thrusts. His wife felt him going deeper, almost reaching the very end. She gripped the nearby handrail tightly, afraid she might collapse. Pleasure built up repeatedly until it erupted again. During her climax, her inner walls contracted violently, making Ah Chao gasp softly. Hot streams shot deep inside, filling her completely.
Ah Chao didn't withdraw immediately. He deliberately pushed her short skirt all the way up to her waist, exposing her bare buttocks and lower body completely in the bus. Semen mixed with her fluids dripped down her thighs to her ankles. Several men nearby couldn't resist reaching out—some groped her buttocks, others dipped fingers into the fluid on her thighs. His wife tried to cover up, but Ah Chao held her wrists.
“Let them see.” Chao said in her ear. “Don’t you like being watched?”
The wife's body trembled, but she didn't truly struggle. Those unfamiliar hands roamed over her moist private parts; someone gently parted her legs, someone used their fingers to smear the leaked semen and press it against her entrance. While afraid of being discovered by me, she was also stimulated by this public play to the point of becoming soaked again. A-Chao even inserted two fingers into her back passage, slowly thrusting, filling her both front and back simultaneously.
The wife's consciousness was almost blurred. She only knew she was standing on a crowded bus with her lower body naked, filled by her university classmate's thing, being groped everywhere by the hands of men around her, while her own husband stood right beside her, completely unaware. This extremely immoral scene made her climax repeatedly, the fluid between her legs accumulating more and more, even wetting her high heels.
Just before the bus reached the stop, A-Chao finally pulled out. Semen immediately gushed from her gaping hole, trickling down her thigh. My wife quickly pulled down her skirt and clamped her legs together, but an observant person could still see the wet, shiny traces on her ankles. A-Chao calmly straightened his clothes, nodded at me, and got off first.
Only then did I snap back to reality. I turned to my wife and asked, 'Why are you sweating so much? Is it too hot in the car?'
She lowered her head, her voice a little hoarse: “...Mm, a bit hot.”
I didn't think much, just reached out and wiped the sweat from her forehead. Completely unaware of the secret intimacy I had just missed.
Since then, my wife dressed even sexier when she went out. Sometimes I would find it strange that after she came back, she would always spend a long time washing, and her private parts would occasionally be a little red and swollen. But I never connected those details with the bus that day.
Until much later, after drinking one time, she was unusually active in bed, unlike her usual self. In the middle of it, she suddenly bit my ear and whispered, 'Actually... that day on the bus...'
I was completely stunned at that moment.
But she had already wrapped her legs tighter around him, a kind of seductive look in her eyes that I had never seen before: “Do you want to listen? Or... continue?”
I didn't answer immediately. My lower body, however, uncontrollably hardened further.
That night, we worked until very late. She told me everything that happened on the bus, bit by bit. From the initial panic, to the later active cooperation, to the excitement of being watched by the surrounding men. Every detail made me both jealous and hard.
After saying that, she looked into my eyes and asked softly, 'Do you blame me?'
I am silent for a long time, and in the end, I just flip her over and enter from behind, my movements much rougher than usual.
“...say it again.” I heard myself say.
She smiled, her voice soft as if coquettish, yet she described the scene from that day in detail once more. This time, I listened with exceptional clarity.
Since then, our nights gained a new kind of game. Sometimes she would deliberately go out dressed especially revealing, and when she came back, she would tell me the details of how men on the street had looked at her a few extra times. Sometimes I would have her wear the short skirt from that day and recreate the posture from the bus at home. Every time she climaxed, she would cry and call my name, yet still couldn’t help mentioning Ah Chao’s size and strength.
I know I've changed.
I used to think that marrying a beautiful wife was something to be proud of, but now I often imagine what she looks like when she is being filled by another man. That imagination makes me both miserable and so excited I almost go crazy.
And my wife changed too. She no longer hid her craving for intense stimulation. Sometimes she would take the initiative to ask A-Chao out to 'reminisce,' returning with unfamiliar scents on her body, but her eyes frighteningly bright. She would kneel before me, recount the process bit by bit, then beg me to enter her body that had already been used by someone else.
I agree every time.
Because I discovered that when I was hardest, it was often when I listened to her describe the details of being possessed by someone else.
The bus, the crowd, exposure, immorality... these words gradually became the most effective aphrodisiacs between the two of us.
Once, we deliberately took the same bus line again during the evening rush hour. My wife wore an even shorter skirt than that day, almost revealing her buttock line. I stood beside her, pretending to look at my phone, but watched her from the corner of my eye.
Ah Chao didn't appear, but other men noticed her. A hand tentatively touched her waist. His wife didn't pull away, instead leaning back slightly. I saw that hand slowly move up, covering her breast. Her breathing grew ragged, but she didn't stop it.
My lower body was painfully hard.
After the car arrived at the station, we didn't go home immediately. My wife pulled me into a nearby public restroom, locked the door, lifted her skirt, and showed me her already soaked private parts.
“Just now... when I was being touched, what I was thinking was that you were watching.” she gasped.
Without another word, I pressed her against the door panel and entered from behind. She was hot and tight inside, as if deliberately sucking me in. Midway through, she suddenly looked back, tears in her eyes: 'Next time... let Ah Chao join too, okay?'
I didn't answer immediately, just pushed deeper.
But then she smiled, her voice so soft it was almost unbearable: “You’re hard... right?”
I admit, I was definitely hard.
Since then, our marriage gained a kind of tacit understanding that others could not comprehend. In the daytime she was still my beautiful wife, but at night she would tell me her most taboo fantasies, and then climax again and again beneath me.
Sometimes I would be driven mad with jealousy, sometimes so stimulated by that imagination I could hardly cum.
And she seemed to increasingly enjoy the feeling of being needed by me and other men simultaneously.
It was still the same bus. The crowd was still just as packed. Only now, whenever we boarded together, my wife would deliberately stand in the densest part of the crowd. I stood at her side, pretending to watch casually.
Sometimes a hand would reach over.
Sometimes she would tremble lightly.
Sometimes she would glance back at me, her eyes carrying a seductive look that was almost an invitation.
I know the story is far from over.
And I, could no longer stop.
And I, could no longer stop.
For a month after that, we deliberately took that late rush-hour bus almost every week.
The wife changed into several even shorter skirts, sometimes even not wearing panties. She would deliberately stand in the most crowded places, with her back to me, letting me watch her out of the corner of my eye. Whenever an unfamiliar hand reached out to touch her waist, buttocks, or fondle her breasts through her clothes, she would tremble slightly, then turn back to give me a look that was almost overflowing.
I stood nearby, my lower body painfully hard, but I never spoke up to stop it.
Once, the bus was particularly crowded. A man who looked to be in his thirties stood behind her, his hand completely inside her short skirt. His wife's breathing noticeably quickened, her knees slightly weak. I saw that hand moving rapidly under her skirt, and soon a small patch on the inside of his wife's thigh was wet. She bit her lip but didn't push him away; instead, she leaned her weight back slightly.
Before the bus reached the stop, the man quickened the pace of his fingers. My wife suddenly trembled all over, her eyes rolling back slightly—clearly climaxing in the crowd. Fluid trickled down her leg, dripping onto her shoe. The man withdrew his hand with satisfaction, whispered something in her ear, and got off first.
The wife turned around, her face flushed, but her eyes were frighteningly bright. She took my hand, her voice trembling: "Just now... he made me come with his fingers. So deep... deeper than you usually are."
I didn't speak, just pulled her into a nearby public restroom. After locking the door, I told her to lift her skirt, and I looked at her private part, still opening and closing, seeping with clear fluid. Then I entered her from behind, my movements heavy and urgent.
She was being thrust against the door panel repeatedly, yet still managed to say in broken phrases: "When he... when he touched me, I kept wondering if you'd be jealous... wondering if you'd get even harder..."
When I came inside her, she climaxed again too, her inner walls squeezing so tightly it made my scalp tingle.
Starting that night, our game leveled up.
The wife began to actively contact Achao.
She would send photos she would never normally send to another man—selfies in an ultra-short skirt, mirror shots in just underwear, and even once a close-up of herself parting her own private parts with her hand. Chao replied very quickly, with an ambiguous yet direct tone. Sometimes they would arrange to meet at a café, and when his wife came back, her lips were a little swollen, with a faint smell of men’s cologne on her body.
I never ask for details, only listen to her voluntary accounts at night.
“He took me to a hotel today.” Once, she lay on my chest, her voice soft and coquettish, “As soon as we got in, he pinned me to the wall. I didn’t even take off my dress; he went in from behind right away…… so big, even deeper than that time on the bus. While fucking me, he asked, does your husband know? I said he does, and even said you like hearing the details of me being fucked by someone else the most……”
Listening, my lower body ached with swelling, but I just flipped her over and re-entered her already muddy body.
“And then?” I asked.
“And then he came inside. A lot… when it came out, I took a photo with my phone.” She handed me the phone. “Want to see?”
I saw it.
In the video, the wife's legs were spread wide open, her private parts were red and swollen, and thick semen was gushing out in spurts. In the background, A-Chao's low laughter could be heard.
I hardly slept that night. I watched that video while entering my wife again and again, listening to her repeatedly describe how it felt to be filled by Achao.
Another two weeks passed, and my wife proposed a new suggestion.
“This weekend... let Ah Chao come home.”
I am silent for a long time.
She knelt before me, gently holding my already semi-hard member, looking up at me: 'Haven't you always wanted to see it with your own eyes? See how he fucks me... see how he makes me cry. I promise, I'll let you stand right there, watch however you want.'
In the end, I nodded.
On Saturday night, A-Chao appeared on time.
He was calmer than I had imagined. After entering, he first shook my hand, his tone so natural it was as if he had only come to visit. My wife had changed into a black camisole nightdress, and she was wearing nothing underneath. The three-point fabric could barely cover anything, and her nipples were clearly visible beneath the thin material.
We first sat in the living room drinking. A-Chao didn't talk much, but kept eyeing my wife. My wife's cheeks flushed under his gaze, but she deliberately crossed her legs even higher, her skirt hem almost sliding up to her thighs.
After several rounds of drinks, A-Chao suddenly stood up, walked over to his wife, directly pulled her up from the sofa, pressed her against the wall and kissed her. His wife didn't resist, even actively opened her mouth to respond. They kissed deeply and urgently, A-Chao's hand had already slipped into her nightgown, kneading her breasts.
I sat where I was, watching my wife being pressed against the wall by her college classmate. My lower body ached with hardness, yet I didn't move a muscle.
Ah Chao turned his wife around, had her brace against the wall with her hands, and lifted her nightgown from behind. Her private parts were completely soaked, glistening fluid smeared on her inner thighs. Ah Chao undid his pants, pulled out something thicker and longer than mine, pressed it against her entrance, and glanced back at me.
“Can we start?” he asked.
I nodded.
Ah Chao didn't hesitate further, thrusting his hips forward, burying himself entirely. His wife let out a long, soft moan, fingers digging into the wall. Ah Chao began thrusting, each one deep and heavy, the sound of his balls slapping against her buttocks echoing clearly in the quiet living room.
The wife was thrust forward continuously, yet she still spoke intermittently: "So deep... A-Chao... much deeper than my husband... ah... you're going to fuck me through..."
Ah Chao chuckled softly, reaching around to pinch her nipple, speeding up. His wife soon climaxed, her inner walls contracting violently, fluid dripping down from their union onto the floor.
I walked over and stood to the side, clearly seeing how my wife's private parts were being stretched open and penetrated by another thing. With each withdrawal, I could see a bit of the pink inner walls being pulled out before being forcefully pushed back in.
“Turn her around.” I heard myself say.
Ah Chao followed instructions, turning his wife around to lean against the wall, lifting her legs to wrap around his waist. This position allowed deeper penetration. His wife wrapped her arms around Ah Chao's neck, but her eyes looked at me, filled with tears and excitement.
“Husband... are you watching? I’m being screwed by your college classmate... ah... so full... he’s about to cum inside me...”
Ah Chao's breathing grew heavy, the last few thrusts fast and fierce, finally burying deep inside as he roared with release. His wife climaxed simultaneously, her body trembling violently, toes pointed straight.
After finishing, Achao didn't withdraw immediately. He maintained the inserted position, carried his wife to the sofa, and had her straddle him. Semen mixed with her fluids overflowed from where they were still connected.
My wife actively moved up and down, swallowing and spitting that still semi-hard thing herself. As she moved, she reached out to pull me closer, unzipped my pants, and took me into her mouth.
That night, we hardly stopped.
Ah Chao came inside his wife three times. Once with her bent over the coffee table from behind; once with her sitting on my lap, back to me, while Ah Chao took her from the front, and I reached down to rub her clit; the last time on the bedroom bed, his wife filled simultaneously from both ends—Ah Chao from behind, and me in her mouth.
At the end, the wife no longer had the strength to even speak. She lay in the center of the bed, legs wide open, her private parts severely red and swollen, semen continuously gushing out, soaking a large area of the sheet beneath her.
Ah Chao sat on the edge of the bed smoking, his tone casual, 'Call me again next time?'
The wife closed her eyes but softly uttered an "Mm."
I didn't speak, just reached out and wiped the liquid belonging to another man from between her legs, then put my fingers into her mouth. She obediently took them in, her tongue gently licking.
Starting that night, Achao became a fixed part of our lives.
Sometimes once a week, sometimes every two weeks. Sometimes only at home, sometimes we'd go out to get a room together. My wife became increasingly skilled at showing me how he made her lose control. She would beg him to cum inside, would actively tell me 'so big,' 'so deep,' 'I'm going to break' while he was fucking her, would afterwards bring her still-dripping pussy close to my face for me to look at, to lick.
And I, too, was completely lost.
I began actively making more excessive demands.
Once, I had my wife wear the miniskirt from that bus day, without panties, and go take the evening rush hour bus with A-Chao. I followed behind, watching them squeezed in the crowd. A-Chao's hand soon went under her skirt. My wife leaned against his chest, eyes half-closed, trembling slightly with the movement of his fingers.
After the bus arrived at the stop, they didn't get off immediately. A-Chao, in a crowded corner of the carriage, unzipped his pants and entered her from behind. My wife bit her own wrist hard, afraid to make a sound, but her legs still went weak from the thrusting. Some people around noticed, casting curious glances. Stimulated by those looks, my wife climaxed again, fluid trickling down her leg and dripping onto the carriage floor.
I stood two steps away, taking in everything clearly.
After getting out of the car, the three of us went to a nearby hotel together. That night, my wife was fucked to the point of almost losing her senses, and in the end even her begging voice had gone hoarse. She lay between two male bodies, her private parts and rear passage both having been used, with semen flowing out from both places at the same time.
She reached out and held the hands of me and Chao respectively, her voice as soft as a dream: “Don’t stop... keep going... I want to be filled like this forever...”
I tightened my grip on her hand.
Ah Chao didn't let go either.
Outside the window, the city lights were still on. In the room, only the breathing of three people remained, along with the wife's occasional soft moans from the lingering afterglow.
I know this is no longer simple infidelity, nor just mere excitement.
This is the irreversible path the three of us have chosen together.
And I, had already completely walked up.
From now on, every night, every bus ride, every time I open the door and see A Chao standing outside, I will remember that look from my wife as she trembled lightly in the crowd and turned back to look at me.
That was an invitation.
It is also sinking into depravity.
It's also the beginning we can no longer stop.
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