Jian wakes up with renewed desire and clarity, accepting and enjoying his wife's relationship with Mr. Davis. A morning filled with passion and submission, where boundaries blur and pleasure is shared.
Jian woke with a sense of clarity he hadn't experienced in days. The weight of submission and confusion that had consumed him seemed to have dissipated, leaving room for renewed desire. He stretched out in bed, feeling the soft cotton of the sheets against his bare skin. Beside him, his wife slept peacefully, her breathing soft and steady. The dawn light filtered through the curtains, illuminating her naked body and revealing the soft curve of her back and the outline of her buttocks. Jian felt a familiar heat in his groin, a desire that had been absent for so long. He moved closer to her, inhaling her scent, a mix of sweat and perfume that aroused him even more.
As he watched his wife, his mind filled with images from the previous night, of how Mr. Davis had taken possession of her, of how her body had arched under the weight of her boss. The idea of his wife with another man no longer caused him the same pain it once had. Instead, he felt a growing arousal, a desire to watch her be taken, to share her, to be part of that act. He got out of bed, his penis already erect, and walked over to the window, looking out at the garden where his wife used to do yoga. He remembered the early days, when Mr. Davis had taken her there, on the ground, in the sun.
The sound of footsteps in the hallway brought him out of his thoughts. It was Mr. Davis, entering the room with a satisfied smile on his face. "Good morning, Jian ," he said, his voice deep and confident. "I see you've regained your... appetite." Jian nodded, feeling a mixture of submission and desire. "Yes, sir. Thank you." Mr. Davis approached the bed, where Jian's wife was still asleep. With one smooth motion, he spread her legs, revealing her hairy, wet pussy. "She is a beautiful woman, Jian. And today, I want to reward you for your attention." Jian felt a shiver of anticipation. He knew what was coming, and his penis throbbed hard.
Mr. Davis quickly stripped, his massive penis already erect and ready. He positioned himself between Jian's wife's legs, guiding his member to her entrance. With a gentle but firm thrust, he entered her pussy, causing her to moan and arch off the bed. Jian moved closer, his penis throbbing with need. He knelt beside his wife, bringing his face close to her pussy, inhaling her scent. It was a mixture of arousal and sweat, a perfume that drove him wild. "You may join, Jian," Mr. Davis said, his voice a husky whisper. "She is your wife, after all."
Jian needed no further invitation. He positioned himself behind his wife, guiding his penis into her already penetrated pussy. With one gentle thrust, he entered her, feeling the pressure of Mr. Davis's massive penis against his own. It was an incredible sensation, a double penetration that had his wife moaning and writhing with pleasure. Jian began to move, feeling every thrust, every moan, every breath. It was a dance of bodies, a symphony of pleasure that consumed him completely. His wife stroked herself, her fingers moving in circles over her clit, adding another layer of sensation to the already intense experience.
The pace became faster, more urgent. Jian could feel the sweat on his forehead, the heat of the bodies around him. Mr. Davis grunted, his hips bucking hard, his massive cock sliding in and out of Jian's wife's pussy. Jian could feel his own orgasm approaching, a wave of pleasure that threatened to consume him. With one last thrust, he came, his hot cum filling his wife. Mr. Davis soon followed, his own orgasm racking his body. He pulled out, leaving Jian's wife trembling and gasping on the bed. "She's yours for the rest of the day, Jian," Mr. Davis said, his voice a husky whisper. "Enjoy her."
Jian nodded, feeling a mixture of gratitude and desire. But Mr. Davis had other plans. "I think I'll keep her to myself in bed," he said, his voice a husky whisper. "You may go, Jian. We have business to attend to." Jian nodded, feeling a pang of jealousy, but also excitement. He knew his wife was in good hands, and that Mr. Davis would take good care of her. He dressed quickly, casting one last glance at his wife before leaving the room. He knew she would be okay, that Mr. Davis would satisfy her in ways he couldn't.
The next day, Jian woke up with an idea in mind. He wanted to watch his wife do yoga with Mr. Davis, like in the early days. He approached her, his voice soft but firm. "Remember when you did yoga with Mr. Davis?" he asked, his voice a husky whisper. "I think you should do it again." His wife looked up at him, her eyes shining with understanding. She nodded, her body moving gracefully as she knelt on the floor, her butt in the air. Mr. Davis entered the room, his enormous penis already erect and ready. He positioned himself behind her, his hands moving over her butt, manhandling it gently.
With one smooth but firm motion, he entered her ass, causing her to moan and arch. Jian watched, his penis throbbing with need. He moved toward his wife, his mouth finding hers in a passionate kiss. It was an act of submission, of surrender, of love. Mr. Davis began to move, his hips thrusting hard, his enormous penis sliding in and out of Jian's wife's ass. It was a dance of bodies, a symphony of all-consuming pleasure. Jian could feel his own desire growing, his penis throbbing with need. He pulled out, leaving his wife and Mr. Davis alone in the room. He knew she would be okay, that Mr. Davis would satisfy her in ways he couldn't.
Before leaving for the company, Jian kissed his wife goodbye. She was kneeling on the floor, her butt in the air as Mr. Davis penetrated her. It was an image that excited him, that consumed him. He withdrew, leaving his wife and Mr. Davis alone in the room. He knew she would be fine, that Mr. Davis would take good care of her. At the company, Jian sat at his desk, his mind filled with images of his wife and Mr. Davis. He knew Mr. Davis would stay with his wife, that he would take good care of her. It was a thought that excited him, that consumed him.
He retreated to his office, his penis throbbing with need. He undressed quickly, his hand moving over his penis, imagining his wife and Mr. Davis together. It was an image that excited him, that consumed him. He came, his hot semen filling his hand, imagining his wife and Mr. Davis together. It was an act of submission, of surrender, of love. He knew his wife would be okay, that Mr. Davis would take good care of her. It was a thought that excited him, that consumed him, leaving room for reflection and anticipation of what would come next.