The large bedroom was filled with wet, obscene sounds. Ye Chen was thrusting steadily into Mrs. Huang's plump, soft body from behind, his thick cock stretching her pussy with deep, powerful strokes. Her heavy breasts squished against the mattress as she moaned loudly into the pillow.
Beside them, Mr. Huang had his face buried between Zhao Qing's long legs. He was sucking and licking her bare pink pussy and tight little asshole with greedy, noisy slurps, his thin hands spreading her ass cheeks wide. The torn black stockings framed her perfect, hairless sex beautifully.
Zhao Qing's slender body trembled on the bed. She kept her cold, elegant face pressed into the pillow, but soft moans escaped her lips as the 60-year-old man ate her out hungrily.
"Mmm… yes… suck my pussy like that…" she whispered, pushing her ass back against his mouth.
Mr. Huang groaned against her wet folds. "Your pussy tastes so fresh and sweet… so much better than my wife's. I could eat this pink cunt all night."
Ye Chen continued fucking Mrs. Huang with controlled, deep thrusts. His hips slapped rhythmically against her soft ass. "You keep your pussy surprisingly tight," he said calmly. "Very nice."
Zhao Qing turned her head slightly on the pillow, her voice soft but steady. "Are you enjoying her, husband?"
Ye Chen smiled faintly. "Yes… very much."
Mr. Huang finally pulled his mouth away from Zhao Qing's dripping pussy, his chin shiny with her juices. He climbed onto the bed behind her, his thin but hard cock pressing against her entrance.
"Time to fuck this tight pussy properly," he growled.
He pushed forward slowly. His cock slid into Zhao Qing's wet heat inch by inch. Even though his cock was average in length, it was thick enough to stretch her walls noticeably.
"Ah…" Zhao Qing let out a soft breath as he bottomed out inside her. "You're inside me…"
Mr. Huang groaned in pleasure, his thin hips starting to move. "Fuck… your pussy is gripping me so tightly. So much tighter than my wife's loose cunt." He began thrusting steadily, his belly pressing against her slender back. "Tell me how it feels, Mrs. Zhao. Tell me how an old man's cock feels inside your perfect body."
Zhao Qing's long legs trembled. She kept her cold attitude, but her voice carried a faint tremble. "It feels thick… it's stretching my pussy… you're fucking me so deep…"
Mr. Huang's thrusts grew faster. The wet slapping sounds of skin on skin filled the room as he pounded into her from behind. His hands reached around to squeeze her C-cup breasts through the black bra.
"You still haven't taken this bra off," he complained, pinching her nipples through the lace. "I want to see these perfect tits."
Zhao Qing shook her head slightly. "Not tonight. You can fuck my pussy… but my breasts are not for you."
Mr. Huang groaned in frustration but kept fucking her harder. "Fine… then I'll enjoy this tight cunt even more."
He changed angles, driving deeper. Zhao Qing's moans grew slightly louder despite her efforts to stay composed.
On the other side, Ye Chen was fucking Mrs. Huang with increasing intensity. His thick cock pistoned in and out of her plump pussy, making her heavy breasts bounce wildly.
Mrs. Huang was moaning shamelessly. "Ahh… husband… your cock is so much bigger than my husband's… it's reaching so deep…"
Ye Chen glanced over at Zhao Qing being fucked by the thin old man. Seeing his elegant wife's long legs spread and her body rocking with every thrust made his own arousal spike. He suddenly started fucking Mrs. Huang much harder and faster.
Mr. Huang noticed the change in rhythm. He looked over while still buried deep inside Zhao Qing and smirked.
"Oh? I see… your husband really likes watching you get fucked by another man." He laughed breathlessly. "I didn't know Mr. Ye was into cuckolding. What a pleasant discovery."
He gave Zhao Qing a particularly deep thrust, making her moan.
Zhao Qing's pussy involuntarily squeezed tightly around Mr. Huang's cock at Ye Chen's intensified fucking.
Mr. Huang groaned loudly. "Fuck… your pussy just clenched so hard around me. You like that your husband is enjoying watching you get used, don't you?"
Zhao Qing bit her lip, her cold face flushed. She didn't answer, but her pussy squeezed again.
Mr. Huang kept pounding her. "Good girl… squeeze my cock while your husband watches."
The two couples fucked side by side for a long time. The room was filled with moans, wet slapping sounds, and heavy breathing.
Ye Chen eventually pulled out of Mrs. Huang and moved closer to watch Zhao Qing more clearly. Seeing this, Mr. Huang became even more excited. He gripped Zhao Qing's narrow waist and fucked her with short, hard thrusts.
"I'm going to cum inside you," he groaned. "I'm going to fill this perfect pussy with my old man cum."
Zhao Qing's voice was soft but clear. "Yes… cum inside me…"
With a loud grunt, Mr. Huang buried himself as deep as possible and came hard. Thick ropes of warm cum erupted inside Zhao Qing's pussy, flooding her womb. Spurt after spurt pumped into her until excess semen began leaking out around his cock.
At the exact same moment, Ye Chen intensified his thrusts into Mrs. Huang again, making her scream in pleasure as she came around his cock.
Mr. Huang stayed inside Zhao Qing for a long moment, enjoying the feeling of her pussy still fluttering around him. He finally pulled out slowly. A thick stream of white cum immediately dripped from Zhao Qing's well-fucked pussy and ran down her thighs.
He looked at the creamy mess with satisfaction. "Look at that… I filled you up nicely."
Zhao Qing remained lying face down for a moment, breathing steadily. Then she stood up gracefully, cum still leaking down her legs. She walked toward the bathroom to clean herself.
Before she entered, she paused and looked back at Mr. Huang with her usual cold expression. "You still haven't seen my breasts. You must be regretting that."
Mr. Huang sighed dramatically. "Yes… it's my biggest regret tonight."
Ye Chen, who was still sitting on the edge of the bed, spoke calmly. "Zhao Qing is very sensitive about her breasts. She doesn't let just anyone touch them."
Mr. Huang raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised. "Really? Even though she let me fuck her pussy?"
Zhao Qing gave a faint, elegant smile. "My pussy was part of the deal. My breasts were not."
She disappeared into the bathroom to clean up, leaving the three of them in the bedroom.
Mrs. Huang crawled over to Ye Chen and kissed his cock softly. "Thank you for the wonderful fuck, husband."
Mr. Huang lit a cigarette and leaned back with a satisfied grin. "This was the best business deal I've ever made. Your wife is incredible in bed."
Ye Chen smiled faintly, his eyes dark with satisfaction. Through the bond he sent to Zhao Qing:
"You did very well tonight. I enjoyed every moment."
Zhao Qing's voice came back softly in his mind:
"I'm glad it pleased you, husband."
The night was far from over, but the wife swap transaction had been completed to everyone's satisfaction — especially Ye Chen's.