Long reprint: The Road to Love Exchange, Chapter 51

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Chapter 51.
I saw my wife lying naked from the waist down on a wooden dining table. She was wearing the top of her two-piece nightgown, the one she wore to bed. Her buttocks were positioned on the edge of the table by a man, Da Gang, who was standing on the floor, thrusting his hips in and out of her signature pink vulva. Her legs were trapped under Da Gang's armpits, and his large hands were stroking her thighs up and down. The rough, rustling sound of his hands caressing her smooth skin was particularly clear in the quiet night.

From my angle, I could roughly see their entire bodies from a slight angle. It was a full moon tonight, and the silvery moonlight shone through the window, casting dappled shadows on them.

Da Gang's movements were fast; I couldn't tell the size of his penis, but judging from how wide his wife's vulva was spread, it seemed quite well-endowed.

However, my wife's behavior was strange. Her vulva was glistening with moisture, especially noticeable in the moonlight, but her body was unusually still, like a posed silicone doll.

Suddenly, Da Gang grabbed the hem of his wife's nightgown and ripped it open, revealing a large expanse of her snow-white skin on her chest and abdomen, which shimmered white in the dark room.

Even lying flat, her breasts were noticeably firm and voluptuous, swaying with his thrusts. She was covering her mouth with one arm; no wonder I hadn't heard her make a sound. But what was this? Repaying a debt of gratitude? That cup of nuptial wine had already given him a great deal of face; he was ultimately driven by lust for his wife's body, completely disregarding his mother's words.

Da Gang, drenched in sweat from his actions, suddenly slapped his wife's thigh hard, causing her to let out a suppressed cry of pain.

"Fuck you, take your hand off! You won't even scream, do you think I'm raping a corpse?"

His wife was stubborn, refusing to remove the arm covering her mouth.

Another slap, but this time she didn't even cry out.

“You son of a bitch, weren’t you and your deadbeat husband being all slutty the other day? I saw it all from under your window, and I even masturbated right there. I knew I had to fuck you, you little slut.”

My wife stubbornly turned her head away, refusing to speak.

“You won’t listen, huh? You little slut, you’ve shaved your pubic hair all clean, so you’re just trying to seduce men, what are you pretending to be chaste for? Fuck! Come here, lick my dick.”

My wife lowered her arms, slowly raised her head, and said in a chilling tone I’d never heard before, with a cold look in her eyes, “If you’re not afraid I’ll bite your thing off, I’ll lick it for you.”

I was stunned. Was that terrifying, ghostly voice from my wife? I got goosebumps all over.

Da Gang seemed to be intimidated as well, but unwilling to admit defeat, so he muttered, “Your cunt’s all wet, it’s soaked my dick, what the hell are you pretending for?” Saying that, he gave up on the idea of having his wife give him oral sex and continued thrusting.

My wife remained silent as always. At this moment, any resentment I had harbored due to my earlier suspicions vanished, replaced by heartache—a piercing, excruciating pain. My wife was definitely not acting willingly; how much hatred must she have endured to behave this way?

"Damn!" Da Gang yelled, suddenly pulling out his penis and climbing onto the table.

The thing, as thick and powerful as his physique, gleamed in the moonlight streaming through the window.

"Damn, it's such a waste not to use your little slut's tits. Hold them and clamp them around my cock, hurry up."

My wife glared at him, snorted, and turned her head away, ignoring him.

Da Gang got annoyed and raised a hand to slap her. For a split second, I almost couldn't resist kicking the door open and bursting in.

My wife turned her head back, staring at him defiantly, and Da Gang's hand ultimately didn't strike.

"Fine, you're something else. I, Lu Dagang, have slept with so many women, and you're the first one who dares to treat me like this. If you cooperate now, I promise I'll be gentler with you later. I might even let you go if I'm in a good mood."

My wife's eyes clearly struggled, and her previously fierce demeanor softened. I didn't understand what Dagang meant by letting us go, but it was clear my wife was deeply afraid.

My wife still didn't speak, but her hands, which had been at her sides, slowly rose, each hand gently pushing one hemisphere towards the center.

Dagang was overjoyed and quickly inserted his penis into the deep cleavage of my wife's chest. It was still moist with the secretions from her vagina, so it wasn't dry.

"Damn, women are just so slutty. If you'd done this sooner, you would have suffered less. Ugh... Damn, your cunt is top-notch, even your tits feel so good to fuck."

Da Gang's penis slid in and out of his wife's cleavage, each thrust bringing the glans only inches from her mouth. Da Gang felt a surge of heat.

"Open your mouth, stick out your tongue, and lick my cock every time it comes near your mouth."

Seeing his wife about to react, Da Gang added, "Don't worry, I said I'd let you go if you satisfied me."

Let you go again? What did he want from us? My heart ached like it was being fried in oil, yet it was also itchy like a cat scratching.

My wife complied again, reluctantly opening her mouth. Da Gang was overjoyed and increased the intensity of his movements, each thrust almost touching his glans to his wife's lips, and the range of motion grew larger and larger until he had almost shoved most of his glans into her mouth.

"Ah!" A soft cry suddenly came from Da Gang.

"You slut, have you never given a man oral sex? Don't you know how to hide your teeth? Fuck!"

"I told you I don't." His wife's voice was still very cold.

Da Gang cursed and stepped back off the table, slapping his wife's thigh again. "Slut, turn around."

His wife stubbornly stiffened her body, unwilling to comply, but she was no match for Da Gang's strength and he forcibly turned her around. At this moment, his wife's upper body was still on the table, but her legs were on the ground. Da Gang ripped off her already open nightgown from behind and threw it on the ground. His wife was completely naked and pressed down on the table. Da Gang's penis pierced into his wife's vagina, making her let out a muffled groan. Then he pulled her upper body up, grabbed her breasts with both hands and rubbed them hard, while his lower body continued to thrust.

I really wanted to rush in and save my wife, and preferably kill this beast Da Gang with one blow, but thinking of the consequences of my wife being caught and disgraced, I gritted my teeth and held back.

Da Gang brought his mouth close to his wife's ear, sticking out his tongue to lick her small earlobe. His two large hands vigorously kneaded his wife's breasts. He was almost the same height as his wife, but his wife's legs were longer. He had to stand on tiptoe to reach his penis from behind his wife's breasts. The way his buttocks swayed back and forth looked a bit comical.

"I wanted to fuck you the moment I saw you. I'm going to make that chubby kid wear a huge green hat. Damn it, he thinks he's something just because I'm polite to him. Doesn't he even know who I am in the village? Damn it, I could mess with him when we were kids, and I can still make him feel like he's in heaven. Damn it, I offered to swap wives with him, but he refused. Fine, I'll have him all to myself. Damn it, if you guys weren't leaving tomorrow, I'd see how I torment him. Damn it, you slut, don't think you can get rid of me. Damn it, I'll come to Shanghai to find you, and I'll fucking fuck you every day, in front of your husband, fucking you to death, you slut!"

The wife gritted her teeth, trying not to make a sound, the occasional nasal sounds that escaped her nose filled with grief and indignation.

"Still not saying a word, are you?"

"You said you'd let me go if I cooperated, were you lying to me?" she gasped, her voice filled with hatred.

"Lying to you? Heh heh, how could I bear to only play with someone as exquisite as you once? After fucking you, how could I possibly have the heart to fuck those other women in the village? Heh heh, I'm going to fuck you a few more times, have a bastard child for Little Fatty to raise, hahaha!"

Suddenly, the wife let out a mournful cry, a sob escaping her throat. She desperately swayed her hips to meet Da Gang's thrusts. She was a weak woman, powerless to refute Da Gang's verbal threats; she was using her instinctive, womanly actions to fight back in a fit of rage.

Da Gang was indeed aroused, making gurgling sounds in his throat. His wife thrust his hips back forcefully, causing Da Gang to stumble back a few steps. His penis escaped her embrace, and she pulled him up, pushing him onto the table. She then climbed onto the table and slammed her hips down on him. Da Gang cried out in pain, "Damn it, you slut, you're going to kill me!" But then he let out a series of pleasurable gasps.

"Haha, you know I'm lying, yet you're still working so hard. Are you really enjoying being fucked by my dick?"

Da Gang said, panting heavily.

His wife vigorously swayed her hips, her breasts heaving dramatically. Da Gang couldn't take it anymore; his head heaved, clearly on the verge of climax. His wife thrust a few more times quickly, and just as Da Gang's veins bulged, she decisively pulled away from him. Da Gang's penis ejaculated a thick stream of semen, which landed on his stomach. This happened several more times, all of it landing on his body.

"Fuck your mother!" Da Gang shouted unwillingly, seemingly resentful that he hadn't ejaculated all his filth into his wife's body.

Looking at his wife, barefoot on the ground, she smoothed her messy, wavy hair with her hand, and walked naked towards Da Gang step by step. In a slightly breathless but resolute voice, she said, "I've done what I needed to do. If you still want to seduce me, go ahead. Let's see who dies first. If you want to come to Shanghai to find us, go ahead. You can ask my husband for the house number. Remember, even if I die, I'll never let you touch me again." Saying this, she turned and picked up her underwear from the ground and put it on. I was completely confused, not understanding what they were talking about, but I knew I had to go back to my room. I believed my wife would confess everything to me again.

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