The Fall of White-collar Women

Author: heheqiang
Word count: 18695
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Because of an economic case, I was resigned from the position of director. I have been at home for more than half a year, and my original backer was also pulled down during the political movement. There is no hope of making a comeback. I have gradually become accustomed to the role of “housewife”.

Contrary to me, my wife Shufen looks like a flower and jade, and always puts on a high and arrogant look. In the past two years, I became a department manager of the company, in charge of sales in the North China region. She looked younger and younger in her early thirties. In order to let her make greater progress, I also started the logistics work with peace of mind.

As soon as the door rang, I knew it was my wife who came back, so I hurried out of the kitchen to greet her.

“Shufen, you’re back, sit down.” I hurriedly made tea and brought it to my wife.

“Mmm.” Shufen snorted coldly from her nose, as a greeting to me.

Shufen sat on the sofa, crossing her legs. I hurriedly took out her embroidered slippers from the shoe cabinet, walked over, squatted on the ground, carefully took off the dusty leather shoes and socks from her feet, put on the slippers for her, hugged her well-proportioned calves in my arms and massaged them carefully. In order to please her, I made a special trip to learn regular massage a few days ago. Shufen closed her eyes and enjoyed my skillful technique with peace of mind, from time to time she hummed in satisfaction.

“What’s the smell?” Shufen shrugged her nose and asked with a frown.

“Oops, I forgot to turn off the fire.” I also smelled the smell of mush. Chicken soup was still simmering in the kitchen. I ran to the kitchen, and the chicken soup had already turned into a dark pot of mush.

After I cleaned up the mess in the kitchen, I returned to the living room anxiously, and my wife was really angry.

“Kneel down!” my wife yelled, and I couldn’t help my knees going limp, kneeling in the middle of the living room and not daring to move.
“What do you think you can do well? At forty years old, you are a fucking waste.” My wife began to scold me, “I said don’t dismiss the nanny. You said you can cook, and the cooking is more delicious. You can either fry the vegetables or steam the rice. You are the director, but you are caught and beaten to the end. The thick leg you are holding is also adjusted to the second line. The grandson of more than ten years is for nothing! During the day, you can’t do it. I just let it go. Dog, but you are softer at night than during the day, so I don’t know what use you can be? What’s the use of you? Tell me?”
“Climb over here!” My wife became more and more angry as she spoke, and picked up a feather duster from the side. I knew that a good beating was inevitable.

I slowly crawled to my wife’s side and lay down at her feet, waiting for the next order. Ever since I was idle at home, I have been used to listening to my wife, and only my wife obeys.

My wife stepped on my head, and the feather duster landed on my back and shoulders without thinking.

I endured the pain and didn’t cry out. This kind of beating basically happens once every day. When I first got beaten,I’m not used to it, and neither is my wife, and she still doesn’t dare to do it. Later, she saw that I was submissive, and the beatings became more and more severe. I want her to be happy, and it doesn’t matter if I let her beat me a few times, as long as she doesn’t divorce me, as long as this home is still my home.

As the number of beatings increased, my experience became more and more abundant. I found that only the first few beatings were the hardest to bear. Later, the beating parts became numb. After the numbness, there was an unknown pleasure, which was very comfortable.
Especially when my buttocks are whipped, I often moan comfortably, and my wife is very surprised and then makes fun of me, so I try not to make a sound, but she can always find my excitement and always make me moan like a woman being fucked to an orgasm, so she sometimes calls me a pervert.

After beating for a while, my wife was a little tired, but also a little excited, so she ordered me to get into her skirt and lick her.
My wife was wearing a professional suit, and the narrow tube skirt was stretched by her legs, forming a hole. I tried my best to get my head in, and licked her pussy through the carved panties. Ever since I came home from a job, I found that I was not very good. It was difficult to get an erection. After several tests, it still didn’t improve. I was deprived of the right to directly touch my wife’s pussy. Even if I licked it, I had to pass through the underwear.

I tried my best to stick my tongue on my wife’s delicate pussy, and brushed it up and down evenly. Gradually, I felt my wife’s vagina wriggling, so I pushed my tongue out and licked it deep. Even through the panties, I could still feel the change of my wife’s clitoris—it was unbelievably enlarged. I opened my mouth to hold it and sucked it hard. I hoped it could feel my love.

The naughty pubic hair protruded from the sides of the panties and stuck in my nostrils, making me want to sneeze. I quickly pressed my nose against the sunken part of my wife’s genitals. At this time, my wife was probably coming soon, her slender legs tightly clamped my head, and I moved my butt eagerly. I started to have difficulty breathing, but fortunately, it passed quickly. My wife’s vagina sprayed out thick vaginal essence, which flowed out from the ends of her panties along her snow-white thighs.
After the orgasm, my wife kicked me down, stepped on my chest and walked to the bathroom. I quickly got up and went to prepare dinner.

It was dirty, but the underwear was asked by the old man and the young man to take it back as a souvenir. She didn’t care about all this for a while, so she hired a taxi and ran home.