Chapter 15

The factory manager is a hooligan and plays with my wife, just like a client playing with a prostitute. He plays whatever is vulgar and stimulating. Not only do he enjoy my wife's body, but he also often plays with some alternative mental stimulation. Once, when I was on a business trip, the factory manager came to my house to play with my wife. After the game, he took out a black marker and wanted to write a few words on my wife. My wife asked him:

What are you writing?

The factory manager said with a smile: Just play with it, write two words, come on.

My wife knew she couldn't resist him, and she was also very curious. She wanted to see what the factory manager wanted to write, so let him write it. After finishing writing, she would just go to the end. So my wife lay on her back and asked him to write. Unexpectedly, the factory manager actually wrote four big words on my wife's white and tender mons pubis, which was exclusively for the factory manager.

When my wife saw this, she was so amused and asked him: Why are you writing this?

The factory director Ga, Ga, Ga, and Ga laughed loudly, and then told my wife that she wanted to play with excitement. She also told my wife not to shed her body for two days. Next time he would fuck my wife with these words and then wipe it after fucking her.

My wife knew that the factory manager's sexual psychology was very perverted. He had to follow him what he wanted to do. In those two days, my wife took the four big characters that the factory manager had to get off work and get off work, which made my wife feel a special stimulation. In those two days, when she was using the toilet in the unit, my wife was extremely careful, for fear of being seen by her colleagues.

However, it happened a coincidence. The day after writing these four words, the factory was hosted by the trade union. He wanted to take all the female workers from the factory to the hospital for a free physical examination, mainly to check for gynecological diseases. The factory also hired two buses. All the female workers got on the bus, but my wife didn't want to go. Although the union chairman and the office director repeatedly persuaded her, my wife just refused to go and did not give her reasons. Then there were several female workers who had a good relationship with her wife. She pulled her into the bus so hard that she was so anxious that she was about to cry and kept saying:

If you don’t go, if you don’t go, I really won’t go. You can get out of here and let me go.

At this time, the factory director happened to come. Only he knew the reason why his wife didn't go and said: Since she doesn't want to go, then don't go. You women don't even understand this. Maybe it's because they are inconvenient in the past few days.

The factory manager's words seemed to remind everyone, so everyone got out of the way and his wife got out of the car.

I really made my wife very anxious at that time. If I force my wife to the hospital and then forcefully checked, and let the doctor and colleagues in the unit see the four big words used by the factory director on the vagina, wouldn’t it become a huge scandal?

Two days later, the factory director fucked my wife again. When he saw the four big words used by the factory director on his wife's pussy, they were still as new as before, without any trace of fading, which made him very excited.

The next morning, after the work was done, the factory director agreed to let my wife wash it off. However, I was busy at work in the morning and had no time to deal with it. My wife took these four big words and went to work for one day. In the evening, she went to my mother's house for dinner. She stayed with the child for a while and then wanted to wash it off when she got home.

But who knew that the factory manager used imported high-quality oil markers. The ink was particularly sticky. It had been several days since the ink had been dry and firmly stuck to the skin. It was difficult to clean. My wife washed it with soap several times, but there was no sign of fading. My wife used detergent and laundry detergent and repeatedly washed it, but it had no effect at all. My wife was a little anxious.

That night, I came back, and my wife didn't feel embarrassed to tell me at first that when I fucked my wife at night, I found these four big words. I was stunned at that time, but I immediately understood that it must be the factory director's work. That night, I also brought these four big words and enjoyed my wife's special pussy, haha.

The next day, I got some alcohol back at work. At night, I dipped it in the alcohol with a cotton swab and slowly soaked it. It took more than an hour to completely wipe off the four big characters.

Another time, when I was on a business trip, my wife was lonely alone and took my youngest son back home. After dark, my wife put on a quilt and was about to coax the child to bed, the factory manager called and said she wanted to play with my wife. My wife said that the child was at home today, which was inconvenient, so she asked him to come back another day. The factory manager said that he was outside my door now, so his wife had to open the door and let him in.

After coming in, my wife said to my youngest son: This is my uncle, please ask him.

Hello, uncle.The youngest son said childishly.

Oh, this kid is so well-behaved.The factory manager stepped forward and touched my son's face.

Then my wife said to him: It’s so inconvenient for the child to be at home today. You can come back tomorrow, okay?

The factory manager said: Then you send the child back.

My wife said: I specially picked it up today. It’s so late. I’ll send it back. How can I explain Ah?

The factory manager said: It’s okay if you don’t give it away. A two-year-old child doesn’t know anything. When the child goes to bed, let’s play again. You can coax the child to bed quickly.

My wife said: Why are you so anxious? Isn’t tomorrow okay?

The factory manager said: Girl, you don’t know Ah. Today, a friend gave me a few kilograms of venison. This dick is a sexual aid. After eating it, I can’t stand it anymore. Tonight, if I don’t tinker with it, I will be suffocated to death.

My wife laughed: No wonder you are so anxious.

My wife also understood the factory manager's urgency at this time very well, and then my wife said to my youngest son:

Son, today, the old man has a guest at home, and there is no place to sleep, so I will sleep at our house.

Then, my wife put out three sets of quilts, one for each person. My wife was lying in the middle. The factory manager was on the left side of my wife and my son was on the right side. After lying down, my wife coaxed the child to sleep. The factory manager was too anxious. Before the child could sleep, he got into my wife's quilt.

When the child saw a stranger coming to his house, he was very curious, especially when he saw this stranger crawling into his mother's quilt, it made the child feel novel. My youngest son opened his eyes wide and kept looking here, but he didn't sleep. His wife turned off the lights, and the child didn't let him close.

At this time, the factory manager was really unable to wait. He stripped my wife naked in the quilt, took off her naked, and then got on my wife and inserted it into her.

My wife said: If you wait for a while, the child is not asleep yet.

The factory manager said: No, I really can't wait anymore. It's okay, the child is young, and he doesn't know anything.

As he said that, in the quilt, the factory manager fucked my wife, and his wife couldn't help but moaned, um, um, Ah, Ah.

My youngest son was staring blankly from the side. Although he didn't understand such things between men and women, he also felt that the scene in front of him was a bit strange, so he asked the factory director childishly:

Uncle, what are you doing?

I'm fucking your mom.The factory manager replied rudely.

My wife glared at him: How do you talk to the child?

The factory manager looked at my wife with a lewd smile and said: Is that true? I'm really fucking him.

My wife said anxiously: This is really not possible, please come down quickly.

It's fine .The factory manager is still insisting.

My wife continued: Come down quickly, wait until I can coax the child to bed, okay?

The factory manager reluctantly came down temporarily, lay next to his wife, and said: I'm afraid of anything, he's not sensible.

My wife said: Although the child is ignorant, he has already remembered it. When he grows up, he understands that that is not good.

The factory manager smiled and said: Otherwise, he would understand in the future that his mother would definitely let the man fuck him. If the man doesn't fuck his mother, where did he come from?

My wife said laughing and crying: Why are you so hooligan?

The factory manager hugged my wife and said: If I were not a hooligan, could I fuck you?

My wife coaxed her for a while, but my son just didn't sleep today. The factory manager couldn't wait any longer, so he got on my wife again and started fucking her.

The factory manager also felt it was inconvenient in front of the child, so he didn't dare to move too much. However, after a while, he felt that it was not enough to fuck this way. He thought, the child didn't understand anyway, so he suddenly increased his strength, fucked hard, and arched the quilt high, and my wife also made him scream: Oh, Ah, Ah...ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah...

This scared my youngest son, and he said anxiously:

Why are you hitting my mom?

My wife quickly said to the factory manager: Wait, stop and stop first.The factory manager temporarily stopped.

Then my wife said to my son: Son, the uncle didn’t beat my mother, don’t be afraid, Ah.

Then he will hurt you.The youngest son said.

My mother had a stomachache, so she asked the old man to rub her stomach.Wife explained.

At this time, the factory manager also took over the conversation: Yes, your mother's stomach hurts, and the old man is rubbing her stomach. Look, look, just rub like this, just rub like this.

As he said that, the factory manager fucked my wife a few more times.

My wife glared at him again: You can do it, hurry up and wait until I can coax the child to bed.

The factory manager said: It’s not very smooth today.Then he got off my wife and lay down aside.

My wife continued to coax the child to sleep. At this time, my youngest son was also a little sleepy. After a while, he really fell asleep. He was afraid of waking up the child. The factory director and my wife went to the kang side to stay away from the child.

In order to avoid the whole thing, the factory director and my wife fucked her with a quilt. After fucking for a while, the factory director felt that the quilt was in trouble, so he lifted the quilt aside and fucked my wife naked. His wife also told him not to make too much noise so as not to wake up the child. The factory director was obedient at first and tried to control it as much as possible, but after fucking for a while, the more he fucked her, he forgot everything. As before, my wife fucked her hard, and she finally couldn't control herself and started screaming loudly again, "Oh, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah...

The child hadn't had enough sleep, but he woke up the child. The child quietly came to my wife and the factory director and asked: Mom, what are you doing?

The factory director and my wife were fucking each other and didn't notice the child at all. The sudden arrival of the child scared both of them. The factory director immediately stopped, and his wife quickly pulled the quilt and covered it on the factory director, and then explained to the child: Didn't mom say that, the uncle is rubbing his mother's stomach, you should go to bed quickly, Ah.

My wife finally coaxed the child to bed again. This time the factory manager was not so anxious. After waiting for a while, the child fell asleep completely, he continued to fuck my wife. That night, due to the effect of venison, the factory manager was like crazy and tossed my wife for more than three hours before he stopped.

A few days later, I came back. My wife was at home with her children. When she saw me coming back, my youngest son and I hugged my neck and face, and were very intimate. I bought a lot of food for my son that he liked to eat. My son sat next to me and talked and laughed to me. After a while, my son said to me:

Dad, there was an old man from our house that day. He was bearded. It was over. My mother’s stomach hurt. It was over. My mother rubbed her stomach. It was over. It was over. My mother, oh, oh, it hurts.

My wife hurried over to stop her: Don’t talk nonsense, I heard from you that you will never talk about this matter in the future. You can’t tell anyone, do you know?

Why?The son asked back.

No, I just don’t say it, have you heard it?

I heard it.The son answered.