It's just a joke I swear it's definitely a joke.Even though I say that, I absolutely don't believe it's just a joke.
Beya and I have known each other for 10 years, and 8 of them lived together as a couple.
Like most men, I am not as sensitive as women, nor as prone to emotional fluctuations as they do.
It took me a long time after Beya changed that I noticed it a little.
In life, many shocking things are caused by inconspicuous little things.
When I was about to go to work that day, I wanted to find a pair of brown socks in the drawer that matched my suit, but I couldn't find it.
Hello, Beya, why can't I find my brown socks?
Oh, I'm still in the dryer, I forgot to receive the drawer after washing yesterday.However, you are too lazy to be able to do it, wouldn't you bring them into your drawer by yourself?
Beya's tone made me feel uncomfortable.
In the 8 years we have been married, she has never spoken to me in such a tone.
I ran to the basement laundry room, found my socks and panties, and ran back to the bedroom upstairs to dress.
Then I went downstairs to the kitchen, drinking coffee while watching Beya prepare lunch for the kids to take to school.
Her movements were rushed and filled with strange emotions, making the tableware ring.
After preparing the child's lunch, she sat down opposite me. Seeing that I was staring at her, she asked angrily: What are you looking at?
I felt something strange about Beya again. It's nothing, I'm just drinking coffee.
I replied.
She glared at me, got up and walked to the operating table.
I followed her, reached out and turned her body around and kissed her.
She broke away from my intimate movements, looked at me with a strange look, and asked: What's your name?
Can't you kiss my beloved woman without making any name?
Beya looked at me in confusion and turned to greet the child.I also left home to go to work.
On the way to work, I thought carefully about Beya's strange behavior this morning, wondering if she had something to hide from me.
While thinking, I recalled that some unusual little things have indeed happened recently.
Sitting in the office, I was still thinking about Beya in my mind, when my secretary and teller Brenda walked in.
Boss Ah, why does her face look so long?
I told her what happened in the morning.
I feel that maybe your wife feels too bored at home. When was the last time you took your wife out to play?
I was trying to recall, and Branda said again: If you can't remember it for so long, then there must be a long time when you haven't taken your wife out for fun.You really should take your wife out for fun, and if possible, take her out of your house and spend a weekend alone with your children; if you really can't do it, you should at least take her out for a meal and dance tonight.
After I got home that night, I made a few calls and begged my relatives to help me take care of my children on weekends, and booked a room at the Beach Hotel, and then I came to the living room where Beya was watching TV.
I sat down next to her and told her about my arrangements.
Oh, is that true?
Of course it is true.You and I, we spent two days and two nights at the Haibin Hotel.
But I don't have the right clothes to wear.
It doesn't matter. It's three days left to the weekend. You can go to the store to buy some clothes.All you have to do is make everything ready and I can set off after get off work on Friday.
It was already late on Friday night when we arrived at the Beachfront Hotel.
After checking in, I told Beya to go change her clothes quickly, prepare to go for supper, and then go to dance.
When I came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, I saw Beya standing in front of the mirror, looking at her black skirt.
I don't know, I think wearing this will scare others away.
Don't talk nonsense, you look very sexy when you wear this, and every man will be fascinated by you.You can also get any man you want.
I laughed and said to her, just allow me to watch.
This is of course a joke!From my heart, I just wanted to try my best to make her happy and let her regain her confidence and the joy of life.
When Beya heard me say this, she showed a strange expression on her face and said: Good Ah, as long as you think it's okay.
We had a very pleasant night.
The dinner was very hearty, we both drank a lot of wine, and while in the dance hall, we drank several more glasses of margaritas.
By around 11 o'clock in the evening, Beya's depressed mood a few days ago had been completely replaced by the joy of vacation, which greatly relaxed my mood.
Whenever Beya was so excited and comfortable, she would let go of all her reserve and act extremely excited in bed, completely like a greedy sexual animal.
Because of my insecurity, I got up and left her and went to the bathroom.
When I returned to our seats, I found that Beya was not there.
I looked around the dance hall for Beya, and finally saw her hugging and dancing on the dance floor with a black man about 10 years younger than her.
In the past, Beya rarely accepted invitations from strangers to dance with him, let alone with a strange black man.
I think maybe it was because she drank too much Margaret.
I watched my wife and a strange man dancing tightly on the dance floor. Due to the angle, I was not sure whether the man's hand had been pressed on Beya's butt.
After the song was over, the two of them did not return to our seats, but stood on the dance floor waiting for the next song to begin.
Next, the band played a very soothing and romantic dance song.
At least to me, I felt that Beya and the man were holding each other too tightly while dancing, and seemed to be beyond the distance a married woman should have kept.
From what I observed, or I think I observed, that man was already teasing my wife.
The dance music finally ended, but the man did not send Beya back to our seat, but took her to an empty seat on the other side and sat down there with him.
They were chatting over there and I saw the man put his hand on Beya's lap.
When the man's hands were stroking her legs back and forth, Beya didn't stop him. I really don't know what Beya was thinking at that time.
Of course I know what the man wants to do, but why didn’t Beya stop him?
His hands continued to stroke her thighs and slowly moved towards the base of her thighs.
I didn't want to watch it anymore and decided to stop his ridiculous actions.
Just as I stood up and was about to go to their side, Beya also stood up, leaned over and kissed the man on the cheek, then turned around and walked towards our seats.
When she came to me, she did not sit down, but hugged my arm and said to me: Take me out of here, I want to sleep with you, I really want to have sex.
In the elevator, she snuggled up to me and said with a giggle: Did you see it, my lover, did you see it?He is trying to seduce me.He kept teasing me while dancing, and I didn't refuse his teasing. Although I felt very hateful, I still let his hands rub my butt and let his hard stuff press between my legs.He must have known that I had been teased by him.
As soon as I walked into the hotel room, Beya took off all her clothes before I could lock the door. Hurry up Ah, baby, hurry up, Beya needs a big cock now.
That night, Beya became the craziest, most despicable and most lewd woman, and our sexual life was unprecedentedly intense.
We did it for three hours, and in the end I couldn't hold on and fell asleep while the twitching.
The next day, I felt more surprised.
When we came to the beach together and just spread the towel on the beach, Beya couldn't wait to take off her bathrobe and saw that she was wearing a very fashionable, sexy bikini, so small that she could hardly cover her plump and huge breasts and her pubic hairy pussy.
I heard the chattering of JīJī around me, and when I turned around, I saw that at least a dozen men were not far from us, looking at Beya's half-naked body greedily, with an unconcealed lewd expression in their eyes.
Beya giggled and said: I think they probably all appreciate my body.Do you think any of them want to fuck me?
Beya was the focus of those men's attention during the time we played on the beach.
Of course Beya knew this, so she was more proud and intentionally showing her charm and sexiness.
Lying on the bath towel enjoying the sea breeze and sunshine, Beya flipped her body from time to time, intentionally or unintentionally exposing her private parts.
When she was lying on her back, she casually untied the strap of her bra.
This action made the men who were peeping her next to her expectation. They all hoped that she would lift her body quickly so that they could see her fair and plump breasts.
Beya's behavior seemed unfamiliar to me, but she seemed a little proud. On several occasions, she turned her head excitedly and whispered to me: Look at the black guy over there, he has been staring between my legs.I think he might have seen my pubic hair.
After a while, she asked me: Are the words they talk about black people true?I heard them say that the black guy is thick and long, right?
What are you asking about this?
Look at the black man Ah over there, the one on the left, he stared at me for at least 10 minutes. Look at how big his crotch is, I guess he must want to fuck me.
I don't know what would happen if I left her now and left her alone on this beach, but I'm sure that once I left Beya alone on the beach, those men would definitely swarm to her like flies that smelled blood.
During dinner that day, we drank a lot of wine, and then, in the dance hall, we drank a lot of margaritas again.
Under the influence of alcohol and the lewd atmosphere in the dance hall, Beya seemed very excited and kept giggling.
After we played in the dance hall for about an hour, the black man who had once stared at Beya on the beach ran to our seats and asked if he could ask Beya to dance.
I was about to say that he would go away, but Beya said first: Please, baby, can I have fun with you?
Since I brought Beya here on weekends to make her happy, there is no reason to disappoint her, so I nodded to agree.
But what happened later showed that my agreement was definitely a mistake.
As the first man bravely broke the sharp ice and boldly invited Beya and got permission, more and more men who had once peeped Beya on the beach ran over and invited her to dance.
She had a great time and I didn't want to ruin her good mood.
After the four men danced with her, I felt that I should exercise the power of being a husband, so I pulled Beya to dance the fifth dance.
Beya snuggled in my arms, licking my earlobe and asked: I didn’t overdraw you last night, right?
OK, why are you asking this?
Because I hope you have better physical strength to deal with me tonight.Since high school, I have never let so many strange men caress my breasts and ass.I was so excited that I couldn't wait to get back to my room and have sex with you. I thought I'd like to have you in the elevator.
Oh, who are you?I actually wanted to have sex with me in the elevator. What did you do to my wife?
Beya laughed and said: My stallion, you left her at home. You can only see her again when you get home.
After the song was over, we returned to our seats and immediately another black man pulled Beya off the dance floor.
I feel a little strange, why are so many black men eager to dance with Beya?
They didn't seem to chase other white women in the dance hall.
Watching three or four black men take turns dancing with Beya on the dance floor, they didn't send her back during the break, but waited for the next song to start and continued dancing with her.
After watching for a while, I got up and went to the bathroom.
There were quite a few people who wanted to go to the bathroom, and there were queues at the door of the bathroom, which made me wait for 20 minutes before returning to my seat.
Beya was not in her seat, and she could not be found on the dance floor.I wonder if she has gone to the bathroom as well.
I asked for another glass of wine and found a note when the waiter who delivered me to clean up the table with Beya's handwriting: You said you can get any man you want, just let you watch from the side, right?I've been waiting for you here for a while, but I've never seen you come back.I was afraid that I could not control myself and did something extraordinary here, so I took them back to our room.
The words on the note made me frightened, they?
Oh my God Ah, no!
I have to stop them right away!
I immediately got up and ran towards the elevator, pressing the upward button constantly, as if this would make the elevator go faster.
The elevator finally arrived, but it was really fucking bad. When the elevator reached the 11th floor, it stopped, and I lived on the 15th floor.
There was no choice but to run up the stairs and finally arrived at the floor where I lived.
When I ran to the door of room 1516, I saw that the door was open and a man shouted in a loud voice: Oh, my God, this woman's pussy is so tight!
Then there was Beya's voice: AhAhAh, comfortable Ah, my God!Yes, fuck me hard, my lover!
At this time, another man shouted: Put your dick into her mouth quickly, don’t let her wake up the neighbor!
Beya and I have known each other for 10 years, and 8 of them lived together as a couple.
Like most men, I am not as sensitive as women, nor as prone to emotional fluctuations as they do.
It took me a long time after Beya changed that I noticed it a little.
In life, many shocking things are caused by inconspicuous little things.
When I was about to go to work that day, I wanted to find a pair of brown socks in the drawer that matched my suit, but I couldn't find it.
Hello, Beya, why can't I find my brown socks?
Oh, I'm still in the dryer, I forgot to receive the drawer after washing yesterday.However, you are too lazy to be able to do it, wouldn't you bring them into your drawer by yourself?
Beya's tone made me feel uncomfortable.
In the 8 years we have been married, she has never spoken to me in such a tone.
I ran to the basement laundry room, found my socks and panties, and ran back to the bedroom upstairs to dress.
Then I went downstairs to the kitchen, drinking coffee while watching Beya prepare lunch for the kids to take to school.
Her movements were rushed and filled with strange emotions, making the tableware ring.
After preparing the child's lunch, she sat down opposite me. Seeing that I was staring at her, she asked angrily: What are you looking at?
I felt something strange about Beya again. It's nothing, I'm just drinking coffee.
I replied.
She glared at me, got up and walked to the operating table.
I followed her, reached out and turned her body around and kissed her.
She broke away from my intimate movements, looked at me with a strange look, and asked: What's your name?
Can't you kiss my beloved woman without making any name?
Beya looked at me in confusion and turned to greet the child.I also left home to go to work.
On the way to work, I thought carefully about Beya's strange behavior this morning, wondering if she had something to hide from me.
While thinking, I recalled that some unusual little things have indeed happened recently.
Sitting in the office, I was still thinking about Beya in my mind, when my secretary and teller Brenda walked in.
Boss Ah, why does her face look so long?
I told her what happened in the morning.
I feel that maybe your wife feels too bored at home. When was the last time you took your wife out to play?
I was trying to recall, and Branda said again: If you can't remember it for so long, then there must be a long time when you haven't taken your wife out for fun.You really should take your wife out for fun, and if possible, take her out of your house and spend a weekend alone with your children; if you really can't do it, you should at least take her out for a meal and dance tonight.
After I got home that night, I made a few calls and begged my relatives to help me take care of my children on weekends, and booked a room at the Beach Hotel, and then I came to the living room where Beya was watching TV.
I sat down next to her and told her about my arrangements.
Oh, is that true?
Of course it is true.You and I, we spent two days and two nights at the Haibin Hotel.
But I don't have the right clothes to wear.
It doesn't matter. It's three days left to the weekend. You can go to the store to buy some clothes.All you have to do is make everything ready and I can set off after get off work on Friday.
It was already late on Friday night when we arrived at the Beachfront Hotel.
After checking in, I told Beya to go change her clothes quickly, prepare to go for supper, and then go to dance.
When I came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, I saw Beya standing in front of the mirror, looking at her black skirt.
I don't know, I think wearing this will scare others away.
Don't talk nonsense, you look very sexy when you wear this, and every man will be fascinated by you.You can also get any man you want.
I laughed and said to her, just allow me to watch.
This is of course a joke!From my heart, I just wanted to try my best to make her happy and let her regain her confidence and the joy of life.
When Beya heard me say this, she showed a strange expression on her face and said: Good Ah, as long as you think it's okay.
We had a very pleasant night.
The dinner was very hearty, we both drank a lot of wine, and while in the dance hall, we drank several more glasses of margaritas.
By around 11 o'clock in the evening, Beya's depressed mood a few days ago had been completely replaced by the joy of vacation, which greatly relaxed my mood.
Whenever Beya was so excited and comfortable, she would let go of all her reserve and act extremely excited in bed, completely like a greedy sexual animal.
Because of my insecurity, I got up and left her and went to the bathroom.
When I returned to our seats, I found that Beya was not there.
I looked around the dance hall for Beya, and finally saw her hugging and dancing on the dance floor with a black man about 10 years younger than her.
In the past, Beya rarely accepted invitations from strangers to dance with him, let alone with a strange black man.
I think maybe it was because she drank too much Margaret.
I watched my wife and a strange man dancing tightly on the dance floor. Due to the angle, I was not sure whether the man's hand had been pressed on Beya's butt.
After the song was over, the two of them did not return to our seats, but stood on the dance floor waiting for the next song to begin.
Next, the band played a very soothing and romantic dance song.
At least to me, I felt that Beya and the man were holding each other too tightly while dancing, and seemed to be beyond the distance a married woman should have kept.
From what I observed, or I think I observed, that man was already teasing my wife.
The dance music finally ended, but the man did not send Beya back to our seat, but took her to an empty seat on the other side and sat down there with him.
They were chatting over there and I saw the man put his hand on Beya's lap.
When the man's hands were stroking her legs back and forth, Beya didn't stop him. I really don't know what Beya was thinking at that time.
Of course I know what the man wants to do, but why didn’t Beya stop him?
His hands continued to stroke her thighs and slowly moved towards the base of her thighs.
I didn't want to watch it anymore and decided to stop his ridiculous actions.
Just as I stood up and was about to go to their side, Beya also stood up, leaned over and kissed the man on the cheek, then turned around and walked towards our seats.
When she came to me, she did not sit down, but hugged my arm and said to me: Take me out of here, I want to sleep with you, I really want to have sex.
In the elevator, she snuggled up to me and said with a giggle: Did you see it, my lover, did you see it?He is trying to seduce me.He kept teasing me while dancing, and I didn't refuse his teasing. Although I felt very hateful, I still let his hands rub my butt and let his hard stuff press between my legs.He must have known that I had been teased by him.
As soon as I walked into the hotel room, Beya took off all her clothes before I could lock the door. Hurry up Ah, baby, hurry up, Beya needs a big cock now.
That night, Beya became the craziest, most despicable and most lewd woman, and our sexual life was unprecedentedly intense.
We did it for three hours, and in the end I couldn't hold on and fell asleep while the twitching.
The next day, I felt more surprised.
When we came to the beach together and just spread the towel on the beach, Beya couldn't wait to take off her bathrobe and saw that she was wearing a very fashionable, sexy bikini, so small that she could hardly cover her plump and huge breasts and her pubic hairy pussy.
I heard the chattering of JīJī around me, and when I turned around, I saw that at least a dozen men were not far from us, looking at Beya's half-naked body greedily, with an unconcealed lewd expression in their eyes.
Beya giggled and said: I think they probably all appreciate my body.Do you think any of them want to fuck me?
Beya was the focus of those men's attention during the time we played on the beach.
Of course Beya knew this, so she was more proud and intentionally showing her charm and sexiness.
Lying on the bath towel enjoying the sea breeze and sunshine, Beya flipped her body from time to time, intentionally or unintentionally exposing her private parts.
When she was lying on her back, she casually untied the strap of her bra.
This action made the men who were peeping her next to her expectation. They all hoped that she would lift her body quickly so that they could see her fair and plump breasts.
Beya's behavior seemed unfamiliar to me, but she seemed a little proud. On several occasions, she turned her head excitedly and whispered to me: Look at the black guy over there, he has been staring between my legs.I think he might have seen my pubic hair.
After a while, she asked me: Are the words they talk about black people true?I heard them say that the black guy is thick and long, right?
What are you asking about this?
Look at the black man Ah over there, the one on the left, he stared at me for at least 10 minutes. Look at how big his crotch is, I guess he must want to fuck me.
I don't know what would happen if I left her now and left her alone on this beach, but I'm sure that once I left Beya alone on the beach, those men would definitely swarm to her like flies that smelled blood.
During dinner that day, we drank a lot of wine, and then, in the dance hall, we drank a lot of margaritas again.
Under the influence of alcohol and the lewd atmosphere in the dance hall, Beya seemed very excited and kept giggling.
After we played in the dance hall for about an hour, the black man who had once stared at Beya on the beach ran to our seats and asked if he could ask Beya to dance.
I was about to say that he would go away, but Beya said first: Please, baby, can I have fun with you?
Since I brought Beya here on weekends to make her happy, there is no reason to disappoint her, so I nodded to agree.
But what happened later showed that my agreement was definitely a mistake.
As the first man bravely broke the sharp ice and boldly invited Beya and got permission, more and more men who had once peeped Beya on the beach ran over and invited her to dance.
She had a great time and I didn't want to ruin her good mood.
After the four men danced with her, I felt that I should exercise the power of being a husband, so I pulled Beya to dance the fifth dance.
Beya snuggled in my arms, licking my earlobe and asked: I didn’t overdraw you last night, right?
OK, why are you asking this?
Because I hope you have better physical strength to deal with me tonight.Since high school, I have never let so many strange men caress my breasts and ass.I was so excited that I couldn't wait to get back to my room and have sex with you. I thought I'd like to have you in the elevator.
Oh, who are you?I actually wanted to have sex with me in the elevator. What did you do to my wife?
Beya laughed and said: My stallion, you left her at home. You can only see her again when you get home.
After the song was over, we returned to our seats and immediately another black man pulled Beya off the dance floor.
I feel a little strange, why are so many black men eager to dance with Beya?
They didn't seem to chase other white women in the dance hall.
Watching three or four black men take turns dancing with Beya on the dance floor, they didn't send her back during the break, but waited for the next song to start and continued dancing with her.
After watching for a while, I got up and went to the bathroom.
There were quite a few people who wanted to go to the bathroom, and there were queues at the door of the bathroom, which made me wait for 20 minutes before returning to my seat.
Beya was not in her seat, and she could not be found on the dance floor.I wonder if she has gone to the bathroom as well.
I asked for another glass of wine and found a note when the waiter who delivered me to clean up the table with Beya's handwriting: You said you can get any man you want, just let you watch from the side, right?I've been waiting for you here for a while, but I've never seen you come back.I was afraid that I could not control myself and did something extraordinary here, so I took them back to our room.
The words on the note made me frightened, they?
Oh my God Ah, no!
I have to stop them right away!
I immediately got up and ran towards the elevator, pressing the upward button constantly, as if this would make the elevator go faster.
The elevator finally arrived, but it was really fucking bad. When the elevator reached the 11th floor, it stopped, and I lived on the 15th floor.
There was no choice but to run up the stairs and finally arrived at the floor where I lived.
When I ran to the door of room 1516, I saw that the door was open and a man shouted in a loud voice: Oh, my God, this woman's pussy is so tight!
Then there was Beya's voice: AhAhAh, comfortable Ah, my God!Yes, fuck me hard, my lover!
At this time, another man shouted: Put your dick into her mouth quickly, don’t let her wake up the neighbor!
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