Chapter 17-18

My doubts were answered soon. After crossing the broken road, my wife turned around and walked into a gatehouse opposite the road. I hurriedly followed, walked to the gatehouse and looked up, and couldn't help laughing. Rong Qingli, isn't it where I used to live? In terms of my understanding of this place, I am more familiar with her.

As soon as I turned in, the main road in the alley was the same as before. The originally not-so-wide passage was eroded by the residents on both sides by piled up debris at the door. The remaining width was enough for the two of them to pass each other.

Although it was a weekday, the alley was not deserted. I think many people living here were not dominated by urban spells such as 9-5 and 996. The two women talked loudly in dialects that I couldn't understand in their homes across the aisle. The melon seed shells falling from the sky were accompanied by magicality to a little scary laughter filled this cramped space.

We continued to walk forward one after another, perhaps because our wife's clothes and temperament were really incompatible with the mainstream residents here, like a crane walking among chickens. Everyone passing by would salute her with various eyes, and her wife was walking forward step by step next to her annoying eyes.

The warm winter sun is lazy, and the soft sunlight casts mottled shadows on the ground through the messy buildings. The low-high buildings are so close that they can only see a winding blue-gray sky.

After walking a straight road, I turned two more turns. During this period, my wife took the wrong path due to memory deviation. She almost saw me facing me when she turned around. She was so scared that I dodged like a military spy who was following the underground party. Fortunately, there were quite a few people coming and going in the alley, and she didn't notice me.

After following for a while, she finally stopped in front of an inconspicuous second-story building. She stood at the door, stroked the drooping hair from her temples, and tidied up her clothes. Then she gently knocked on the door. The people inside seemed to have been waiting for a long time, and opened the door almost the moment they knocked on the door.

There is no doubt that the person who opened the door was Zhou Ming. My suspicion was verified. He actually lives in such an urban slum. Could it be that his doctor's background and those medical theories are fooling us?

After my wife entered the door, the door was closed. Finding her destination was only the first step, and what I have to do now is the second step, which is how to see and hear the situation inside the house without being discovered by them.

I pretended to walk to the door of the house, and saw the green paint on the door falling off, and I once again saw this color that made me nervous.

My wife just entered the door. There was only one man in it. I was eager to know what would happen inside, but I couldn't go into the room and ask in person. My heart began to get anxious because every minute delay meant that the situation inside the house would go further in an unpredictable direction.

I searched for everything about this place in my memory bank, trying to find out everything about this place. At this time, I noticed that the windows of a house next to me were dilapidated, and the house was pitch black and seemed to be empty. This is not surprising. The rumors about the upcoming demolition here have been circulating for more than ten years. Yes, I had already had it when I lived there, but the specific policies have not been implemented. Until about two years ago, the surrounding area really started to be demolished, but the progress has been slow. Many houses here have been disrepaired for a long time but no relevant units can be found for maintenance. Some homeowners do not care about the pity rental income generated by this broken house. They just keep the foundation and other demolitions, so they let it be dilapidated without interfering. The next house seems to be like this.

My mind turned a little, pretended to accidentally walk to the door next door and gently pushed it. The door didn't move at all. Although it was uninhabited, the door lock was still on duty. I cursed in my heart, and looked around and saw that no one passed by on the road for the time being, so I supported the windowsill with one hand and leaped over the windowsill with my waist and legs.

With a bang, I, who had just jumped into the room, was so shocked by the harsh sound that my eardrums hurt. I felt a shock in my heart. I quickly found a corner like a thief and hid. When I looked back, I happened to step on a pile of broken glass when I jumped into the room. The loud noise was my thick hiking boots that had been shattered even more.

After calming down a little, I began to observe the indoor situation. Such a room type is generally used as a living room on the ground floor, and the second floor is the bedroom. However, when there are many tenants, the landlord will re-divider the upstairs and downstairs into multiple independent living rooms. Obviously, this was the case here.

The houses here are all independent, and although they are close, they are not connected. There are no windows on the two adjacent walls of the two houses. I really can't pass through the two brick walls and eavesdrop on the opposite side, so I carefully stepped over the piles of uncleaned construction waste on the ground, and walked towards the second floor on the squeaking wooden stairs.

The stairs are so steep that I can almost use my hands and feet to maintain balance. Coupled with the decay formed by disrepair, I worry that my not-so-giant body will crush this stairs every step I take.

I finally climbed upstairs in one breath. Compared to the messy downstairs, this place is much cleaner. Of course, this is just the environment. A thick layer of gray fell on the red painted wooden floor. Every step I stepped on was an extremely clear footprint. I guess I haven't been here for at least a year or two.

The situation here is similar to that in the downstairs. There are two walls between me and my wife. However, with my familiarity with this place, I clearly remember that such a house will have a small balcony on the other side of the walkway facing away from the downstairs. This place cannot allow you to put a chair and a coffee table to leisurely enjoy the warm afternoon sun and afternoon tea. Its function is only to dry clothes.

I stepped on the creaking floor and moved step by step to the back of the house. There was a small door less than one person tall to lead to the balcony. The balcony door was not locked, but was fixed by a pin. I reached out and gently pulled the pin. It was expected that it was rusted tightly. My fingers were covered with brown rust. I increased my strength, but the pin was still motionless. I felt that my strength was not enough to use brute force to pull the pin. I had fine beads of sweat oozing out on my head. Not only was it tired, but it was also urgent.

I turned around and walked back into the house to find possible tools, but I could not find a newspaper with my hands on the clean second floor. Seeing that my wife was close at hand, I was blocked by a small latch to find the truth. I remembered the messy first floor, where there might be some unexpected gains, and I did it as soon as I could. I held my heart again, walked down the stairs with my hands and feet, and searched among the debris on the first floor and the ground.

As time passed by, my mood became more and more anxious. It had been ten minutes since my wife entered the door. I was still searching for tools in this garbage dump, thinking about everything that might be happening next door. I felt resentment towards my wife for the first time. Maybe it was God's drooling pity. Just as I was cursing in my heart, something in the garbage dump suddenly lit up. I actually found a pair of vises from the pile of garbage. I held it in my hand as if I had a treasure, and climbed the stairs back upstairs again.

With the help of the vise, coupled with the effort of almost sweating back, I finally broke the obstacle that the rusty latch set up to me.

I walked to the balcony and took a look at the house rented by Zhou Ming next door. It had the same layout and the same small balcony. Although the two houses were close to each other, there was still a distance of more than one meter between the balcony. What I had to do was to cross this distance to his balcony.

There was no drying clothes on his balcony, but there were some debris piled up. It was seen that the color had been stacked for a long time. It was very likely that he had rented here but had never used this balcony. At least he didn't go there often. Thinking of this, I became determined and climbed onto the cement fence of the balcony.

This is just the second floor, but after all, it is a height of five or six meters. I have never experienced leaping such depths since I was a child. I couldn't help swallowing, but I thought about how hard I had to get to this point. I could only know what I was exploring with just a slight stride. After all, I gritted my teeth, bent my left leg, jumped with my right leg, and stood on the fence of the balcony next door.

After standing still, I held the eaves with one hand to maintain balance and stroked my chest with the other feeling the wild heartbeat.

After a few breaths and calming down, I carefully got down from the fence to the balcony. Thinking of the scene that was about to appear in front of me, my heart that had just calmed down jumped wildly again.

I suppressed my trembling body and looked for the observation point. The balcony doors and windows were covered with yellowed old newspapers. At first glance, it looked almost full, but I knew that judging from the yellow and crisp state of the newspaper, the time must be long enough. There will definitely be mistakes over such a long time. As long as I search patiently, I will definitely find them.

While looking for possible gaps, I listened carefully to the sound coming from inside. This kind of house was not soundproof at all when it was built, so even if the doors and windows were closed, it was impossible to guarantee that the sound would not leak. However, I held my breath and listened carefully but did not hear any conversation, only some sounds that were indescribable.

Are they not on the second floor?

I thought of a possibility that made me a little stunned. If this is the case, when I find a way to peek at the first floor, they should be over. Thinking of this, I also want to cry. Why did I fail in the end after breaking through the layers of barriers?

Just when I was very depressed, a long voice suddenly came into my ears. It was the voice of a woman!

To be precise, it was a woman's moan, that's right, it was her!

I didn't know if I was excited or even more frustrated at this moment, so I accelerated the speed of finding a crack. My hard work paid off. Finally, I found a gap in the bottom piece of glass in one of the windows. I stretched out my trembling hand and poked the newspaper inside the gap with my index finger. It was indeed loose. I bent over and put one eye on the crack and looked in.

The decorations in the room were very simple. The first thing I saw was a simple cloth wardrobe against the wall, next to it was a canvas suitcase, and next to it was a small folding table with some tableware on it. It was obvious that it was the standard equipment for the bachelor. My eyes continued to adjust the angle and searched in this monotonous and empty house. My fingers opened the newspaper that was covered with windows a little. When I looked at the ground, the sudden scene that came into my eyes was shocked and almost screamed!

On the ground was an old Simmons, which looked like the bed in the room. Simmons had a sheet on them, and there was a person, a woman, and a naked woman lying on it!

That's my wife!

There was also a man, a man, a man who was also naked, and that person was Zhou Ming!

Zhou Ming's upper body was lying on the ground, his lower body was bounded by the knees, and his calves were placed on Simmons, while his wife's upper body was lying on Simmons, and his lower body was bounded by the buttocks, and his entire legs were outside Simmons. A pair of slender and beautiful legs were placed straight on Zhou Ming's body, and a pair of ankles were pinched in his hands as a fixed support.

The wife raised her head and almost supported her head with the power of her neck to support her entire upper body. Her back was arched into an arc and rose from the bed. She grabbed Zhou Ming's thighs with both hands, and her pair of snow-white breasts were shaking back and forth with Zhou Ming's movements.

Zhou Ming's body was also stretched straight, and his waist and abdomen drove his lower body to rise and fall. The cock in the black hair was shiny and firm, back and forth in his wife's pussy, in and out.

I was stunned. This was a position that I had never seen before. Strictly speaking, it was a position where a woman was on top and on the bottom, but the woman's body completely turned over.

However, the effect of this strange position was obvious. The wife seemed very uncomfortable to look at it. Her upper body kept twisting. Her back sometimes arched into the air like she had just happened, and sometimes fell heavily. She shook her head, causing her long loose hair to constantly sweep the bed. She opened her mouth wide but couldn't scream. The trace of moan she occasionally spit was all the sounds she could make.

Zhou Ming held his wife's ankle, raised her head slightly, kissed and licked her feet. Maybe she was not used to this kind of caressing. Every time his wife kissed her toes, she would unconsciously shrink her legs and curled up her soles tightly. Zhou Ming teased her a few times and seemed not very used to this method, so she let go of her feet, held her knees with her hands, and raised her legs high. In this way, my wife's pussy was completely exposed to my eyes, and I saw that it was completely messy there.It describes that a small clump of sparse hair above the vagina was completely wet and stuck to the skin. The white-colored labia majora were squeezed and spread by the penis. The little red beans above the cherry lips stood bloody and stood up, much more swollen than before. Every time Zhou Ming thrust, he could almost bring out more vaginal fluid, flowing along the penis into the dense black forest below. Zhou Ming's intercourse movement was relatively large and wide, and the repeated collisions in and out made a part of the transparent vaginal fluid become a white solid object. In addition, it was dirty and added a touch of lust to this stimulating scene.

Zhou Ming thrust very quickly and was very powerful. Every time he hit his crotch, he made his wife's butt slap. Sometimes his wife opened her mouth and shouted silently, sometimes he closed her mouth and bit her lips tightly. The fair skin between her breasts stroked a light pink blush, and her cheeks also showed peach blossoms like blush. Based on my understanding of her, I know this is a sign of the coming of her orgasm.

As Zhou Ming's movements became more and more intense, his wife's body began to twitch, the redness of her cheeks quickly spread to the entire head and face, and her facial features became a little distorted. Finally, it was like a tense string finally reached the critical point. She opened her mouth wide and made a heart-wrenching cry.

～Ah！！！！

The scream was so loud, like an erupting volcano, venting the lava of desire in her chest. After the climax, her body quickly collapsed. Zhou Ming got up, held his wife's back with his hands and took her limp and moved her back into Simmons. The whole process was not out of touch with both of them.

Zhou Ming sat on the mattress, crossed his wife's legs around his waist, and unconsciously wrapped his hands around his neck. His proud head was softly hanging on his shoulders.

Zhou Ming hugged her tightly, and the two of them pressed their chests tightly against each other. His wife's plump breasts were pressed into the sides of her body. His wife hung them almost weakly on Zhou Ming, completely passively enduring his attack. The low-quality mattress made a regular creaking sound under the ups and downs of the two. Zhou Ming shook his body and let his cock go in and out of his wife's body, while turning his wife's head and whispering something in her ear. His wife seemed to hesitate for a moment, and finally shook her head gently. Zhou Ming seemed not to give up, begging quietly with a smile. His wife's head drooped, looking listless, but as the body swung, it seemed like he was nodding.

A trace of cunning flashed across Zhou Ming's face. He gently pulled his wife's chin and raised her head slightly, and slowly leaned forward. When I saw it, I was angry. He was about to kiss my wife!

I don’t know how you guys understand it. In my opinion, kissing is different from any other physical contact. Unfamiliar men and women can use the other person’s body to please themselves. Such sexual behavior has nothing to do with emotions, but just venting and satisfying lust. However, the intersecting of four lips between the man and the woman must contain emotional communication, so I can grit my teeth and accept that Zhou Ming uses his own sexual organs to enter and exit my wife’s body in a different way, but I can’t tolerate him that he actually wants to secretly kiss my wife. I subconsciously clenched my fist, really wanting to smash the glass and roar, stopping this madman who is so proud and ignorant!

But I knew I couldn't, because if I did this, I would inevitably put my wife in desperate situation. This was not the result I wanted. Just as my eyes were shattering as he slowly attacked his wife's red lips, his wife recovered from waking up to death. At that moment, his head turned around the moment his lips were about to kiss, and Zhou Ming just kissed her cheek.

Zhou Ming was suddenly a little embarrassed and angry. He stopped his body movements and pushed his wife forward. She groaned and fell on the mattress. Zhou Ming then held her slender waist with both hands, flipped her into a prone position, and pulled her to the edge of the mattress.

What are you doing?My wife asked weakly, this was the first thing she said since I peeped.

Nothing, it makes you more fun.Zhou Ming replied.

I saw her let her wife lie on the mattress and her lower body lie on the ground outside the mattress, then bent her left leg and pressed her abdomen, keeping her right leg naturally straight. In this way, her wife's pink vagina was completely exposed in front of him and in front of me. The bent left leg made her unconsciously turn her body slightly. Zhou Ming put one leg on the outside of the straight right leg, and the other leg pressed against the bent left leg. The penis shook and crawled into the Taoyuan Secret Realm where the stream was flooded, and continued to do piston movement.

Zhou Ming is older than me, but he seems to have endless energy. His male dog's waist is thin but powerful, as tireless as if he is equipped with a motor. With his vigorous thrusting, the sound of his body hitting echoed again in the narrow room.

My wife's voice was like sobbing, like she was sobbing regularly with the rhythm of thrusting. After several years of marriage, she had never made such a noise during the sex with me, which made me feel a little sour.

Zhou Ming's buttocks are tightly tense, and it can be seen that he should be exercising regularly. I am amazed at his endurance. I have experienced two or three rounds of vigorous thrusting since I have been voyeuristic but can still not ejaculate. He is not completing a money-related transaction, he wants to conquer my wife physically.

During my random thoughts, Zhou Ming's vigorous thrusts and his body was tense tightly, and the muscles on his hips were trembling slightly. I thought he had ejaculated, but after just a pause, he directed his wife to change positions again. He turned his wife's body back to lie on his back, held her knees with both hands and raised his legs, put his calves on his shoulders, arched his back, and let his butt take off the bed.

~Ah~It hurts~ The legs hurt~ My wife murmured. Although the sound was light, I could hear it clearly. Zhou Ming, who was at close distance from her, naturally heard it clearly. So he slowly put down her legs and lowered it to both sides of his body, and supported his hands on the mattress and pressed his wife's thighs. His wife's legs were forcibly opened to the maximum angle. This was an extremely shameful position. Because of the pull of the body, his vagina was also opened. The two labia majora were like clam shells with mouths open, revealing the tender clam meat and crystal pearls inside. Zhou Ming was stunned, not caring that there was still body fluid left on it that the two had fought in turn. He opened his mouth and rolled his tongue, and licked it cleanly and crystal clear.