Jian's wife surrenders to the boss in a session of erotic pleasure. Jian watches from a distance, aroused and jealous, as Mr. Davis seduces her and brings her to a place of intimacy. Can he maintain this balance of desire and submission?
The relationship between Jian and his wife had evolved into a more open and homey environment, especially since she had started working on the farm. The fresh country air seemed to have rekindled an already burning flame in their marriage. However, the presence of Mr. Davis, Jian's boss, had added an unexpected twist to their dynamic. What had begun as a professional relationship had transformed into something much more intimate and erotic.
That afternoon, as the sun set behind the hills, Jian's wife was finishing her chores on the farm. Mr. Davis, always attentive to her movements, approached with a mischievous smile. Without saying a word, he took her hand and led her to the living room, a place that had become their sanctuary of pleasure. Jian, watching from a distance, felt a mixture of excitement and submission as he watched his wife allow herself to be guided by the man who now shared her intimacy.
In the living room, Mr. Davis wasted no time. With expert hands, he began to undress Jian's wife, focusing on her bottom. Slowly, he pulled down her work shorts, revealing her soft, curvaceous skin. Without warning, he knelt in front of her and plunged his tongue into her slit, licking it devotedly. Jian's wife let out a strangled moan, her hands gripping Mr. Davis's shoulders as he skillfully masturbated her. Jian, standing in the doorway, brought a hand to his crotch, beginning to slowly masturbate himself while watching the scene with eyes glowing with desire.
Mr. Davis, always attentive to his lover's pleasures, had learned a few tricks for pampering her. With nimble fingers, he massaged her clitoris while his tongue explored every corner of her sex. Jian's wife writhed with pleasure, her large breasts rising and falling with each ragged breath. "Oh, Mr. Davis... like that... don't stop..." she whispered, her voice thick with desire.
Jian, still masturbating, moved a little closer, his eyes fixed on the scene. "Learn from him, baby," he murmured, his voice husky with arousal. "He knows how to please you in ways I never could."
El Sr. Davis levantó la mirada, sus ojos encontrándose con los de Jian. Sin decir una palabra, asintió, como si comprendiera el papel que jugaba en esta compleja dinámica. Con un movimiento fluido, se puso de pie y guió a la esposa de Jian hacia la alfombra, donde comenzó la sesión de yoga sexual que tanto disfrutaban.
Ella se colocó en posición, abriendo sus piernas y exponiendo su "código rojo" al peludo miembro del Sr. Davis. Con un gruñido de anticipación, él se posicionó detrás de ella y, sin previo aviso, hundió su erección en su sexo húmedo. La esposa de Jian soltó un grito de placer, sus manos agarrando la alfombra mientras él comenzaba a moverse con ritmo.
El Sr. Davis, siempre tierno a pesar de su dominación, se inclinó y besó a la esposa de Jian en la nuca, sus labios trazando un camino hacia su oído. "Eres perfecta," susurró, su aliento caliente en su piel. "Nunca me cansaré de follarte."
Jian, ahora de rodillas, se acercó más, su mano aún trabajando en su erección. "Protégela, Sr. Davis," pidió, su voz cargada de emoción. "Cuide su culo mientras la folla profundamente."
El Sr. Davis sonrió, su mirada llena de complicidad. Con un movimiento fluido, cambió de posición, colocando a la esposa de Jian en pose de perrito. Sus pechos grandes se balanceaban con cada embestida, su trasero juguetón invitando a más. El Sr. Davis, ahora completamente desnudo, disfrutaba de la vista, su miembro entrando y saliendo de su sexo con facilidad.
"Me encanta estar así contigo," confesó, su voz ronca de deseo. "No necesito ropas atractivas cuando estoy encima de ti. Tu cuerpo es toda la belleza que necesito."
La esposa de Jian, perdida en el placer, sonrió. "Me gusta ser una buena empleada, Sr. Davis," susurró, su voz cargada de sumisión. "Me hace sentir... deseada."
Jian, ahora en éxtasis, se acercó más, su mano acelerando el ritmo en su erección. "Ella es adicta a ti," admitió, su voz llena de una mezcla de celos y excitación. "Pero yo también lo estoy. Me encanta ver cómo la morboseas, cómo la follas y la besas de maneras que yo nunca lo haría."
El Sr. Davis, sin dejar de moverse, se inclinó y besó a la esposa de Jian en los labios, un beso profundo y apasionado. "Me he enamorado de ti," confesó, su voz cargada de emoción. "No puedo evitarlo. Eres todo lo que siempre he deseado."
La esposa de Jian, con lágrimas en los ojos, sonrió. "Yo también siento algo por ti," admitió, su voz suave. "Pero nunca olvidaré que Jian es mi esposo. Esto... es solo una extensión de nuestro amor."
Mr. Davis nodded, understanding the complexity of her feelings. With one final thrust, he came inside her, his semen filling her sex. Jian's wife cried out in pleasure, her body shaking with orgasm.
Jian, also on the edge, came onto the carpet, his semen forming a pool at her feet. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice full of gratitude. "For taking care of her, for loving her the way you do."
Mr. Davis, still inside her, smiled. "I always will," he promised, his voice thick with sincerity. "But never forget that she's yours. I'm just a guest in her body, in her heart."
Jian's wife, now exhausted, sank back onto the carpet, her body relaxed and content. Mr. Davis lay down beside her, stroking her hair tenderly. Jian, still on his knees, watched the scene with a mixture of emotions: jealousy, excitement, love.
The sexual yoga was over for now, but the dynamic between the three was far from resolved. As the sun set completely, leaving the room in soft twilight, Jian wondered what the future held. Could they maintain this delicate balance of desire and submission? Or would love and jealousy take them down unexpected paths?
The answer, like their bodies, remained in a state of delicious uncertainty.