Was the food delivery already here? I rushed to the door in a few quick strides and swung it open, only to see a figure both familiar and unfamiliar!!! "Dad!!" Hearing my voice, Mom quickly ran out from inside the house. "Honey?? Didn't you say on the phone at noon that you'd be back tomorrow?" Mom's tone didn't carry the expected excitement; instead, there was a hint of reproach. Huh? Dad had called Mom at noon? Why hadn't she mentioned it when she called me earlier today?
"I wanted to surprise you!" Dad set down his backpack and explained. "Son! What do you want for dinner? Let's go out as a family and have a good meal!" Dad then turned his gaze to me.
"We just ordered takeout. How about you two go out? I'll stay home and eat the delivery." I shrugged helplessly, hoping to give them some time alone since they hadn't seen each other in a long time. "Just the two of us, then?" Dad shot Mom an inquiring look. "Alright, we'll go out, and our son can watch the house," Mom agreed. "Honey, wait a moment." With that, Mom brought out two beige trench coats—a matching couple's set she had bought a few days ago. "Put this on. How long are you staying this time?" Mom took the opportunity to ask.
"Wow, you're the best, honey!" Dad wrapped his arms around Mom. "Three days. I won't go anywhere during these three days—I'll be with you." Watching their overly affectionate display gave me goosebumps. As the saying goes, "Absence makes the heart grow fonder." I guess it's understandable after such a long time apart.
"Only three days, huh? Then I'll give you a little surprise..." I heard Mom mutter under her breath.
Once they were dressed and Mom had quickly tied up her hair, the two of them left arm in arm, leaving me alone in the empty house. It's been half a year since I last saw Dad too!!! And he only spent ten minutes with me after returning before running off!!! Truly, "a man forgets his son when he has a wife"... Sigh... I gloomily ate my takeout alone.
"That woman this afternoon was absolutely stunning. What did she really look like?" I wondered as I ate. "I'll chat more with Brother Jie when he's back and try to hook up with her again."
Beep, beep. While I was eating, another message popped up in the group chat. It was from Brother Jie: "Is anyone interested in playing another game together?"
"Games, games—is that all you ever think about?" "What kind of crappy game? Who even wants to play?" "Who do you think you are?" Skeptical voices flooded the group—no one seemed keen on playing.
"@Xu Wei, was the game this afternoon fun?" Brother Jie tagged me. "Well... actually, everyone should give it a try." Thinking of the woman from this afternoon and wanting another chance with her, I voiced my support for Brother Jie.
"Since Xu Wei said so, why don't we give it a try too?" The guy from the back desk suddenly chimed in. He was another one who had tasted the forbidden fruit this afternoon, so it made sense he wouldn't refuse.
"Since both of you are on board, we might as well try it too..." It seemed our influence carried some weight after all.
Ding. Brother Jie sent a photo. "This is the content of the game, a simulation type." In the photo was a woman wearing an SM hood, dressed in a matching set of black lace lingerie, with her legs clad in a pair of black sheer stockings, estimated to be around 40D in thickness. The edges of the stockings were adorned with black and silver lace trim. The woman was kneeling obediently on the floor, her earlier coldness from the short video completely gone. She hung her head as if waiting for something. It was likely the same woman from this afternoon. Her 36D bust perfectly completed the image I had fantasized about earlier. I examined her closely—her overall height seemed consistent. Based on her legs, I imagined her upper body, estimating her height to be around 170 cm, and her age around 40. She matched the image in my mind almost perfectly, with only a slight difference in the thickness of her lips. I took out the photo Brother Jie had sent me earlier of the completed game and compared it. The lipstick color was exactly the same, though her lips had seemed slightly fuller this afternoon. Probably because Brother Jie had fucked her mouth so hard it swelled up, I thought to myself.
I picked up the photo Brother Jie had just sent again, straining my eyes to look between her legs. I remembered that before leaving, Wang Peng (the guy sitting behind me) had stuffed that crotchless stocking into her pussy. I wondered if it had been taken out.
"Who is this woman again?" "Why are there so many unfamiliar women in our group lately?" "What's the game? Jerking off while looking at a woman?" The group chat erupted into heated discussion once more.
"Everyone, quiet down, listen to me. The rules of the game are simple: you make requests, and this woman carries them out," Brother Jie typed. "Simple, right?"
"Porn livestream?" "This woman is really slutty, huh?" "Can she do anything?" "Won't she break after a few rounds?" The group chat instantly exploded like a boiling pot. "Don't underestimate this woman, folks. Last time, it took three of my buddies just to barely satisfy her. She can even suck cock while taking a call from her husband, without changing her tone or expression at all." Brother Jie sent a shaking head emoji.
Three buddies? So besides Wang Peng and me, others had played with this woman today? I thought about it—probably before we arrived, since the room service had already reminded us when we left. But thinking about it this way, her husband had no idea his head was already covered in grass. Poor guy.
"That slutty? Then fuck her with your dick and shoot your cum into her uterus," someone in the group chimed in, clearly enjoying the chaos. "She's on her period today, so fucking is out of the question for now. Next time I have a chance, I'll bring her out for you guys to play with," Brother Jie expressed regret, politely declining the request. Only I knew that her pussy was probably still stuffed with that stocking, so there was no way to stick anything in there.
"Then use your dick to cum in her mouth, shoot your load into it, and make her swallow it." Another instruction came from the group chat. About ten minutes later, Brother Jie sent a few photos. In the pictures, the woman initially stretched out her tongue helplessly, searching for Brother Jie's dick. Once she found it, she eagerly took the entire length into her mouth—clearly an experienced slut, deep-throating with ease. The last two photos showed her swallowing the cum and opening her mouth to prove she hadn't spilled a drop.
"Fucking legendary!" "You're the man, boss!" If you ever wondered how a person's reputation could change in an instant, Brother Jie managed to leap up the social ladder with just a few photos.
"Get this woman to dance a bit of a sexy or striptease. What a waste of such a great body—she's gotta move those hips." The group's suggestion hit the mark for me. When I'd fucked her earlier in the afternoon, she barely moved, only occasionally swaying her hips. Seeing her dance would be even better—a perfect mix of motion and stillness.
"Alright, just wait, guys." Brother Jie agreed readily and soon sent a two-minute video.
In the video, the woman swayed expertly to the rhythm of some American funk music, clearly no amateur. She'd definitely done this kind of striptease more than a few times. As the music flowed, she slowly traced her fingers along her calf, thigh, up to her waist and chest, as if polishing a delicate piece of porcelain. Then, as the beat picked up, her fingers hooked onto her shoulder straps. With a soft pop, the straps slipped down. Suddenly, the background music accelerated, and the woman's body shook rapidly along with it, until her bra slid down her waist and thighs to the floor. After removing her bra, the music seemed to slow down again, as if on cue. She gently pinched her already erect nipple with the middle and index fingers of her left hand, while her right hand traced circles around her areola with her fingertips. Applying a bit more pressure with her left hand, she let out a soft moan. Then, cupping her breasts, she lowered her head, the only visible part of her face under the hood stretching desperately downward. Just as her mouth was about to reach her nipples, she stuck out her tongue and began tasting her own breasts. The video cut off abruptly.
"What about the rest?" "Where's the rest of the video?" "You fucking tease!" The group chat exploded again. Brother Jie's newly elevated status plummeted instantly, and he became the target of everyone's frustration. I really wanted to see her take off her panties too, to find out if the stockings inside her pussy had been removed and whether they were soaked with her juices.
"Sorry, guys, something came up. Gotta bounce for now, but I'll show you the full show when I'm back!" With that, Brother Jie vanished without a trace.
"Hope your kids are born without assholes!" "Asshole!" The insults flew thick and fast in the group chat. With my interest waning, I had no choice but to log off.
With no more entertainment, I could only focus on writing my homework and studying. By the time I finished everything, it was already past midnight. My parents still hadn't returned, so I planned to play on my phone for a bit before going to sleep. Just as I pulled out my phone, the two of them came back. I quickly opened the door for them. They had been out for over five hours just for dinner—I had no idea what they were up to. When I opened the door and saw my dad's exhausted expression, I pretty much figured it out. "They went to a love hotel!!" It seemed like I was now a burden. With me at home, they couldn't even be intimate. A wave of guilt washed over me.
My mom sat down by the shoe cabinet at the entrance to take off her women's leather shoes. Suddenly, I noticed that her dark gray stockings were missing. She was wearing her shoes barefoot. Earlier, she had said she wore stockings to avoid chafing—wasn't she worried about discomfort now? Probably, she took them off because they were inconvenient while having sex with my dad. After all, they were pantyhose. Or maybe... were they torn? I thought to myself. Hmm~ I shook my head. My mom definitely wouldn't let my dad tear her stockings.
"Mom, what did you guys eat for dinner?" My mom was wearing a black mask and had her hair down, which she didn't have when she left. She must have bought it while shopping. "Hmm~ hmm~ hmm!" My mom shook her head, gestured for a while, and finally pointed helplessly at my dad.
"We had hotpot for dinner. After eating, your mom had a toothache, and her cheek swelled up so much she couldn't speak. We bought a mask for her to wear on the way back, just in case the cold air made her stomach hurt," my dad answered my question. They were still quite mindful of their health, which reassured me as their son.
After the small talk, I went back to my bed to sleep. Just then—beep, beep, beep—the group chat lit up again.
"Brothers, check out this blockbuster! A candid shot of a good girl! Absolutely thrilling!" Brother Jie spoke up in the group. So, you disappeared earlier to film a movie, huh?
Wow, okay. There was a download link. I cached it, and the video was 1 hour and 15 minutes long—almost as long as a Japanese AV. It seemed Brother Jie really went to film a movie. I checked the time; it was already past 1 a.m. There were hardly any responses in the group, so I quickly saved the movie. Just as I was about to watch it online, Brother Jie removed the share and deleted his message. He left a note saying, "Brothers, wait a bit. I'll send you photos later," and disappeared again.
What a mysterious person, I thought. Luckily, I was quick to cache the video. I'll just watch it with the app! I hurriedly opened the cached movie.
The video's perspective was a slanted, overhead shot of what looked like a love hotel bedroom, likely from a hidden camera. The entire bedroom was divided by a white sheer curtain. On one side of the curtain was an oversized bed, while the other side had furniture like tables and cabinets. Against the wall on the outer side was a giant teddy bear taller than a person—the shop owner really had a playful side. Pulling the curtain open revealed a complete bedroom, while closing it created a private, enclosed space.
At that moment, a woman in what could barely be called a wedding dress emerged slowly from below the camera frame. Frankly, calling it a wedding dress was giving it too much credit—the fabric was ultra-thin, with the hem barely reaching her upper thighs. Her private parts and chest were only loosely veiled by the sheer white gauze, so flimsy that the slightest breeze would have exposed her completely. It was likely a cheap lingerie set picked up from some adult store. Her face was heavily pixelated, and she wore a bridal veil with her hair tied up, making it impossible to tell its length. Below, she had on a pair of white seductive garter stockings, which upon closer inspection, featured tiny perforations—a hybrid of fishnets and sheer stockings. Smooth and glossy, they reflected a faint white glow, accentuating her well-proportioned legs and making them even more alluring. Though her lingerie was tacky, her taste in stockings was oddly distinctive! Further down, she wore a pair of 10cm white high heels. From the back, she appeared nearly 180cm tall, but she seemed unaccustomed to walking in heels, wobbling unsteadily as she moved forward. Staring at that familiar silhouette and figure, a thought struck me—could it be?? A huge question mark formed in my mind.
The woman approached a sheer curtain and slowly parted it with both hands. Through the gap, I caught a glimpse of a large bed with a man tied to it! He was spread-eagled, lying flat on his back, but the woman's body blocked most of the view, leaving me only a sliver to see. From that narrow angle, I could make out a leather BDSM blindfold covering the man's eyes. The woman seemed to say something as she used both hands to pull down the man's underwear. "Huh??" There was no sound in this video? Was it a silent film?? I cursed inwardly—what was with this guy sending a movie without an audio track! Well, I'd have to make do since I was the only one who had cached it. With that thought, I resigned myself to watching.
In the video, the woman stood on the floor and bent over forcefully, showcasing her impressive flexibility. She assumed a pose with her legs straight and her waist and upper body lowered, her firm, rounded buttocks thrust high into the air. Suddenly, I noticed a detail—a glimmering object sparkled from between her legs, visible through the camera lens! So that was it!! It was that shiny, slick pair of flesh-toned stockings! No wonder it felt so familiar earlier. So it was that old slut from the afternoon, rushing over here for another gig? She changed clothes pretty fast—didn't even finish shooting that amateur video with the guys and already moved on to a bigger production, I sneered internally. That meant the man lying on the bed was probably her husband. Did that guy bring her here? Then where was he? One mystery solved, but another immediately took its place. The woman knelt by the bed, with the sheer curtains on either side framing her buttocks, leaving them prominently exposed.
I was watching... "Ah!" Damn, suddenly that giant teddy bear over a person's height on the screen stood up. Holy shit, I thought it was a horror movie—scared the hell out of me. The teddy bear walked behind the woman, grabbed the corner of the stocking flowing out of her pussy, and gently pulled it out. I could tell the bear was pulling very lightly, probably not wanting the husband on the bed to notice. This man is so pitiful, lying in bed completely unaware. Even with such gentle effort, when the stocking was fully pulled out, the woman couldn't help but tremble slightly. Just as the man on the bed seemed about to ask something, the woman took his exposed cock into her mouth and began bobbing her head up and down rapidly. Stimulated like this, the man obediently lay back down.
The teddy bear tossed the stocking soaked with her juices aside, pulled down the pants of the costume, and revealed a cock about 17 cm long. Although quite long, it was still slightly inferior to mine. The cock was aimed directly at the woman's pussy, thrusting in with one stroke, penetrating deep into her cavity. The woman swayed her hips slightly in welcome, but aside from that, she showed no other reaction, as if she didn't care about this cock at all. "What a seasoned slut, her endurance is impressive," I thought, recalling the results of my desperate efforts with my backseat partner that afternoon, feeling a bit ashamed. The teddy bear rhythmically fucked her from behind, and the woman's head moved up and down in sync with each thrust. Every time the bear pushed in, her head lowered; every time it pulled out, her head rose. Although watching someone wearing only a bear head have sex felt slightly absurd, the woman's reactions and figure made the scene incredibly erotic.
After thrusting for about 20 minutes, the teddy bear couldn't hold on any longer. With a final push, he injected his cum into the woman's pussy and then slapped her ass. The woman seemed to whisper something to the man lying on the bed before standing up and turning around. She then sat down on the man's cock. "One isn't enough for you, so you need to switch to another, huh?" I cursed under my breath. The man on the bed shuddered as if in extreme pleasure. Sitting on the bed—or rather, on the man—the woman leaned her head out of the gauze curtain, tightly gripping both sides of it with her hands. Earlier, only her ass was visible outside the curtain; now, only her head was exposed. She pulled the curtain shut, and I couldn't see anything happening inside anymore. The teddy bear placed his now-soft cock into the woman's mouth and seemed to say a few words. The woman began giving him a vigorous blowjob. Even through the thick mosaic, I could see her exceptional oral skills. She would sometimes wrap her tongue around the head of his cock, licking it slowly, and other times take the entire length into her mouth, sucking out all the air with great effort. It seemed the man inside, having been blown for so long without cumming, had some stamina. But he was still just a somewhat capable cuckold, I thought.
Before long, the teddy bear's cock hardened again. After exchanging a glance, the woman intensified her oral efforts. While servicing him with her mouth, she didn't neglect the cock beneath her—her hips swayed in rhythm with the thrusts into her mouth. Several times, even through the sheer curtain, I could sense the man on the bed was about to climax, but the woman wouldn't allow it. She'd abruptly stop her hip movements, leaving the man frustrated and helpless.
After a while, the teddy bear's pelvic movements suddenly accelerated. The woman matched his pace, bobbing her head vigorously and quickening the motion of her hips. "Ah~" Though the video had no sound, I could almost hear through the screen the simultaneous moans of pleasure from both the teddy bear and the man on the bed. The woman meticulously cleaned the teddy bear's cock, which had ejaculated twice, using her tongue to lick every crevice clean. Just as she was about to swallow the semen to destroy the evidence of their affair, the teddy bear grabbed her headscarf, yanking it off along with her neatly tied hair, sending her long locks cascading over her shoulders. With one hand gripping her hair to prevent her from swallowing, he used the other to pick up the discarded shiny flesh-toned stockings, balled them up, and stuffed them into her mouth. The teddy bear said something to her, and she nodded with her cheeks bulging. Satisfied, he pulled up his pants and slowly walked to the corner to sit down. The video ended there.
Talk about making the most of things—those stockings could be worn, used for stuffing, and even eaten, I thought to myself.
Beep. Brother Jie sent a message in the group: "Guys, I forgot to record the audio for that video, so I won't be sharing it. Here's a photo to tide you over for now—next time for sure!" At 2 a.m., no one was likely to respond, and I didn't want to reveal that I'd watched the video, so I stayed silent. Beep. Two photos came through.
The first photo showed only half of a woman's face, her mouth wide open and stuffed full with a flesh-colored stocking, surrounded by thick, white fluid. It was that slut. So the teddy bear must be Brother Jie! I was convinced of my theory.
Chapter 2
In the photo, the woman still had her mouth open, but the semen and stockings were completely gone. Was this meant to show that she had cleaned up? Thankfully, I had watched the video—otherwise, these two disconnected photos would have made no sense to anyone, I thought to myself.
"Brothers, I really can't handle this woman. She's incredibly strong-willed and has a terrible temper. I worked my ass off today just to get one decent review. Ugh." Only Brother Jie was venting in the group chat at 2 a.m.
"But guys, I realized something today. Even though this woman is tough and most people can't handle her, she has an unusually strong sense of shame and guilt. I've decided to change my approach—instead of trying to conquer her physically, I'll conquer her mentally! Any good ideas, brothers? I'll give them a try." Seeing no response in the group, Brother Jie stopped talking, probably having fallen asleep.
After watching the video, my throat felt dry, so I tiptoed to the kitchen to get some water. As I passed the bathroom, I overheard my mom speaking in a hushed voice, sending a voice message: "I felt pretty good today... barely passable." Seriously? They've been married for so long—one in the bedroom, the other in the bathroom—was it really necessary to exchange such cheesy sweet talk in the bathroom? I couldn't understand my parents' behavior.
"My husband is going abroad in a couple of days. Remember that trench coat I showed you last time? I bought two. The one for my husband might be a little too big, but it should still work for a woman. After he leaves, I'll give it to you to wear! Don't worry, we're close enough." My mom had returned to her normal tone. Was she really planning to give that couple's trench coat to Yan Wang? He hasn't even left yet, and she's already thinking about the future? I know you two are close, but that doesn't mean you can just give away anything. I still didn't get it. But as their son, what could I possibly do to stop her?
After drinking some water, I passed by my parents' bedroom and glanced at my dad sleeping soundly on the bed, then at the trench coat hanging on the coat rack. "Sigh, soon that coat won't be yours anymore." Giving your husband's clothes to your female best friend—isn't that a form of NTR in its own way?