The Husband of Others Always Tastes Different chp62

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Chp62. A Secret Tryst in Plain Sight (Slightly Steamy)

With a cool sea breeze blowing, the sightseeing vehicle soon dropped them off at a beach.

The beach was vast and wide, likely the public one the senior had mentioned. On the side closer to the sea, numerous beach buggies zipped around, and many people were playing or treasure hunting on the sand.

The other half was filled with large sun umbrellas, each shading a beach chair and a small, simple table. Further back, a row of shops lined the area, selling drinks, barbecues, toys, swimwear, and more.

At a glance, there seemed to be no duplicate shops. The senior’s coffee shop occupied the prime spot right in the middle. It was noon, and the sun beat down mercilessly. There was nothing more relaxing than lounging on a beach chair with an iced drink. Consequently, while the overall crowd wasn’t overwhelming, the staff were still swamped and hadn’t even found time to eat.

Once Dai Zishan learned the situation and confirmed Su Su knew how to use the ordering system, she immediately decided that the three of them would cover the shift for a while, letting the staff go eat first.

Su Su and Zhuo Jun naturally had no objections. They divided the tasks: Zhuo Jun would make the coffee, Su Su would handle orders, payments, and packaging—since the other drinks were already pre-made—and Dai Zishan would act as the server. Su Su had initially offered to serve tables herself, worried that Zishan’s health couldn’t handle the physical strain. However, Zishan refused, claiming she didn’t know how to use the ordering system. She even shot Su Su a glare, telling her she wasn’t some fragile invalid and could still run and jump, so there was no need to look at her as if she were old, weak, sick, or disabled.

Su Su could only give in helplessly. She and Zhuo Jun stepped behind the counter, and after a brief briefing from the staff, they officially started their shift.

Su Su had worked in a café back when she was broke, so she picked up the routine quickly. As for Zhuo Jun, he was a coffee enthusiast who was quite skilled at latte art, and the work went smoothly. Watching the two of them move with the practiced ease of seasoned pros, the senior sister nodded repeatedly, feeling completely reassured.

The front counter was built directly into the shop wall, meaning the only way in or out was through the back door. After the other staff members left, only Su Su and Zhuo Jun remained behind the counter.

An enclosed space is the perfect setting for intimacy—all the more so for two people who have already had an illicit affair. With one of them having gone without sex for a long time, and the other being naturally insatiable, it would be a miracle if they managed to keep their hands off each other!

At first, it started with casual brushes—a bump of the body or a quick squeeze of the buttocks—whenever Su Su came over to collect the coffee Zhuo Jun had prepared. Soon, however, such fleeting contact wasn’t enough for Zhuo Jun. Whenever there were no orders to fill, he would come over to help Su Su pack drinks, then brazenly press his meat stick against her round, perky ass from behind.

Outside the counter, there were either customers waiting for their drinks or his own wife. They were completely oblivious to what was happening inside. The thrill of being so exposed in plain sight was absolutely electrifying!

Both of them were so excited that their bodies flushed with heat. Zhuo Jun stripped off his trousers and shirt, revealing the T-shirt and swimming trunks he had worn underneath all along. Su Su, meanwhile, shed her cardigan and wrap skirt. Although the customers outside couldn’t see below her waist, her massive, bare breasts instantly drew the gaze of the bored patrons waiting at the counter. The men, in particular, were utterly transfixed, refusing to leave even after receiving their drinks.

Before long, a crowd had gathered, filling the space in front of the counter. Under the predatory, hungry gazes of the men outside, Su Su’s body trembled with intense, electric excitement.

When Dai Zishan returned after delivering a drink, she caught Su Su’s eye and shot Su Su a playful, knowing wink—as if to say, ‘See? I told you so! Whether business booms today or not is all up to you!’

Su Su couldn’t help but laugh, though she was left utterly dumbfounded; Senior definitely never could have imagined that her own husband would dare to press his large meat stick against her junior’s fair, soft buttocks—right there in plain sight of everyone! With one layer of constraint removed, their private parts were now pressed together, separated only by the thin fabric of their swimwear—a contact that amplified every sensation tenfold.

Su Su could clearly feel his firm, rounded member rubbing back and forth against her. The intensity and pressure were such that she couldn’t help but wonder if he might tear right through his swimsuit at any moment.

Looking down from above at her fair, voluptuous curves—barely contained by her bikini—Zhuo Jun toyed with his own manhood, hidden from the eyes of the onlookers outside. The sight of those other men, salivating with desire, stirred a sense of psychological superiority in him—a secret, indescribable pleasure that made his own member ache. He longed to strip her bare right then and there, and, in front of everyone, ravish this stunning beauty with his meat stick!

People tend to follow the crowd; as the onlookers outside the café grew in number, so did the influx of orders. Zhuo Jun was forced to step away to prepare coffee, but before leaving, he gave Su Su’s pert, rounded bottom a firm, lingering squeeze. The lingering, silky sensation on his fingertips left his heart racing!

Once the rush subsided, the two finally found a moment to catch their breath. Hiding behind the coffee machine, the hungry Zhuo Jun reached into the opening of his swim trunks and pulled out his meat stick—no wonder he had chosen that particular pair!

Su Su watched, stunned, yet her small hand reached out instinctively to caress his thick, throbbing member, which was already glistening with a drop of pre-cum. Zhuo Jun’s fingers slipped beneath the edge of her swimwear, and—just as he’d expected—he was met with a handful of wet, slick heat. “What a little slut,” he thought to himself. He gently grazed the sensitive, erect nub between her legs, and, satisfied by the expression of pained pleasure on her face, he moved his fingers straight toward that hidden, coveted treasure he had been dreaming of day and night.

As he slid inside, he was met with that long-missed, tight, and blissful embrace. The inner folds, soft and supple, pressed against his fingers, clinging to them so snugly that not even a sliver of air could pass through. One could only imagine how intoxicating it would be if it were his own meat stick inside her instead! At this thought, he grew impatient. With a quick tug, he undid one of the bows on her bikini bottom. The scrap of fabric fell away, hanging loosely against Su Su’s rounded, shapely thigh—revealing her bare, hairless mound, a sight that made his breath hitch instantly!

Her delicate, pink slit glistened, pulsing open and shut like a living thing, beckoning to his manhood.

How could he possibly hold back? Zhuo Jun lunged forward, ready to drive himself deep inside her—but just as he managed to slide the tip in, a customer walked in, forcing them to pull apart in a flash.

Up front, Su Su attended to the customer, while below, she couldn’t stop reliving the sensation of his massive member against her. This abrupt interruption only amplified her craving; an intense, maddening itch took hold, and her juices began to drip, falling steadily onto the floor.

Just then, Zhuo Jun approached. He had tied his shirt around his waist, concealing his exposed, throbbing meat stick so that even from behind, nothing would be visible to others.

He stepped in behind Su Su, lifted the shirt, and slid his meat stick between her legs. Su Su instinctively tilted her hips, arching slightly to welcome him.

Yet, from this angle, he couldn’t fully penetrate her—he could only rub against her slit, managing at most a shallow, partial entry.

They snatched these fleeting, illicit moments whenever they could. While the risk of being spotted by outsiders only heightened their pleasure, it also felt like trying to scratch an itch through a boot—a form of exquisite torture that left them both desperate to find a private spot and truly go at it!

Fortunately, word finally came that the other staff member was on their way back. They quickly tidied their clothes, bracing themselves for the real, full-blown encounter once the shift change took place.