The result of taking his wife out

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The sensation of flesh writhing beneath me was so exquisite. I passionately kissed Tingting's moist, red lips, kneading her tender breasts.

Listening to her alluring moans, my mind habitually conjured up images of myself as the man who usually craved her but never had the chance.

I don't know when it started, but this fantasy had become the best stimulation during sex with my wife.

I fantasized about one of those men finally succeeding, taking my Tingting to bed, half-coaxing, half-forcing her virginity amidst her desperate pleas.

I fantasized about him pinning my trembling wife down, ignoring her feeble protests, his enormous penis thrusting into her pure vagina, wantonly venting on her body, ejaculating again and again into her womb…

At this moment, my wife would close her eyes tightly, imagining being violated by that man, calling out his name in a wanton, seductive voice, begging for his conquest.

My wife's clients and bosses were frequent subjects of our fantasies, as were my friends, the doctors at the hospital, and so on.

But today my imagination was richer than usual. I wanted her to wear the sexy short skirt I bought for her, go to a bar to work as a hostess, let strange, lewd men fondle her body, lick her neck, and finally stuff a dirty two hundred yuan between her breasts.

Thinking about this excited me immensely. My lips left her earlobe, and I whispered in her ear as if in a dream, "Wife, how about I take you out to sell yourself?"

My wife, aroused by my caresses, chuckled, "Are you willing?" "That's why it's so exciting... I won't sell myself... I'll just let them take advantage of me..." "Do you want to see me being touched?" "Yes, watching you have your breasts touched, your buttocks touched by strangers, being touched all over your body for two hundred yuan..." "Oh... what if he wants to do it?" "Then he'll name a high price... three thousand yuan..." "What if he's willing to pay?" "Then let him do it." "You're bad! You'd let someone sleep with your wife for three thousand dollars!" "That's a lot of money... Besides, I want to watch..." "He definitely won't let you watch." "Then I'll listen at the door. Don't you have a lot of rich clients who want to sleep with you? Are they willing to pay three thousand?" "Definitely... Okay, honey, you stand at the door and collect the money, let them line up and come in one by one to fuck me, treat me like a bitch and vent on me!" "You filthy bitch!"

I felt so good listening to this, and I slapped her across the face. "Oh, hit me! Treat me like a bitch!"

Tingting's beautiful face flushed red from the slap, but it only excited her more.

I didn't hold back as I fucked her, and I kept insulting her, even spitting in her face, which made her scream louder.

Women really are masochistic creatures, and luckily I like this feeling too, especially the thrill of conquest.

That night, like any other, I made love to her for about an hour, finally releasing all my pent-up emotions by yelling in her ear.

Fantasizing is one thing, but putting it into practice is another.

Perhaps every man with a cuckold complex experiences this dilemma.

Imagining your wife in another man's arms is so exciting, but if it actually happened, seeing your beloved wife being played with, would the pleasure truly outweigh the jealousy?

I don't know.

With this apprehensive feeling, my wife and I started planning.

Her biggest concern wasn't being played with by other men, but rather being seen by acquaintances. Women are so fickle and self-deceiving.

She suggested going to another city for a wilder experience, but I was afraid of being in an unfamiliar place, especially a chaotic place like a dance hall, where safety wasn't guaranteed.

So, in the end, we decided to stay in Jinzhou and go to a dance hall called "Ming Shi."

It had been popular for a while, but Jinzhou people are always fickle, and now very few of my friends go there anymore.

I know the going rate; two or three hundred yuan is enough to sit and touch as much as you want.

The plan was finalized, and all that was left was to wait for the right opportunity.

(Actually, there are quite a few prostitutes in Jinzhou, but outsiders generally can't find them. Of course, the price of a prostitute varies depending on the level of the entertainment venue she's in.) All day Saturday, Tingting was a bit absent-minded, as if she was thinking about what was going to happen that night, both embarrassed and excited.

I saw this and felt excited too, like a child going on a school trip.

After dinner, my wife went inside to change as planned. I wanted to follow her in to see what she was wearing, but she pushed me out with a smile.

After waiting and waiting, the door finally opened halfway, revealing half of my wife's body and a flushed face.

Her carefully made-up face had beautiful, sparkling eyes and slightly parted lips.

She wore a strapless, midriff-baring tube top with a sheer scarf draped over it, vaguely revealing her partially exposed breasts; she wore a tight-fitting, low-cut

mini-skirt with a slit on the side, exposing her thighs to a height that others would never normally see.

Her smooth, slender legs were bare of stockings, her feet clad in black strappy sandals with four-inch stiletto heels, revealing her shapely toes.

Even I, who knew every inch of her body intimately, couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, my lower body stirring with desire.

My wife asked somewhat guiltily, "Isn't this too revealing?"

I knew tonight's game wasn't just for me; it was also a rare experience for her to turn her sexual fantasies into reality. Her attire was entirely based on her own fantasies, but out of female modesty and insecurity, she needed a man's affirmation and support.

I repeatedly said she looked beautiful and sexy, and since she was going to play the part of a prostitute, she should dress like one.

With my constant encouragement, Tingting finally made up her mind, but she insisted on waiting until dark to go out like this. Fine, I didn't want to be too conspicuous on the street.

It was summer, and by the time it was completely dark, it was already past nine o'clock.

Unable to resist my increasingly restless urging, my wife finally bravely stepped out of the room.

Just as she stepped out, she ran into Uncle Chen from upstairs returning home.

Uncle Chen, in his early fifties and widowed for many years, has an only unmarried son. His biggest hobby is playing mahjong, and today it looks like another fierce battle is about to begin. Wearing a ripped t-shirt and shorts, he's panting heavily as he climbs the third floor, fanning himself with a palm leaf fan. Looking up, he sees Tingting's beautiful legs gracefully descending the stairs. From below, he can vaguely see black under her super-short skirt—it's unclear whether it's black underwear or nothing at all.

Under her silk scarf, most of her breasts are exposed, with a clear cleavage.

Uncle Chen, who had never seen his wife so exposed before, is speechless and stunned. Tingting's face flushes red, and she quickly greets him before pulling me down the stairs. As we approach the corner, I glance back and think I see Uncle Chen's face flash by.

As we got into the taxi, my wife hugged me tightly and whispered in my ear, "I was so embarrassed just now! What are we going to do?"

I knew she was referring to what happened when Uncle Chen saw us. Although I was a little uneasy, the thought of Uncle Chen's expression also made me excited, so I replied softly, "What's the big deal? I think it's hilarious. Look at Uncle Chen's face, he looks like he's drooling! He has nowhere to release his pent-up desire, he's definitely going to masturbate like crazy tonight."

Tingting laughed at my words and didn't think much of it anymore.

As we approached Ming Shi, I asked the driver to drop me off first, because I didn't want anyone to see us going in together, and we could just stroll in slowly.

The summer night air was filled with unease and restlessness. The women walking in the same direction as me were all scantily clad, which stirred my heart.

As I entered the lobby of the upstairs club, the deafening music from upstairs was already faintly audible. It seemed as if I was being watched by numerous staff members as I headed up to the second floor, though I think that was just my guilty conscience making me feel uneasy.

Even before entering the dance hall, the constant flow of people at the entrance told you what kind of place this

was. Men and women of all sorts, dressed in bizarre and outlandish outfits, were either checking their bags, waiting for someone, or just wandering around, glancing around aimlessly, their destination unclear.

As soon as I entered, the powerful music vibrated beneath my feet, and the lights from the dance floor on the left flooded every corner of the hall. Just as I was about to head to the bar to see where Tingting was, a sweet, cloying voice rang in my ear, "Sir, are you here alone?"

I turned my head and saw a heavily made-up woman standing beside me. She was fairly attractive, and although her smile had a professional edge, it wasn't unpleasant.

She wore a thin-strapped tank top, and her full breasts were bulging out, practically half of them protruding.

She wore cropped trousers that clung tightly to her full hips and thighs, the fabric from her buttocks up to her waist was mesh, the thin material seemingly unable to conceal the burgeoning desire beneath.

Such features were considered quite good for a woman of her stature, I thought.

Noticing my gaze and apparent hesitation, she smiled even more alluringly, placing one hand on my arm and unconsciously rubbing her breast against my upper arm twice, saying, "Shall we sit down and have a drink?"

I took the opportunity to press my arm against her chest, saying, "Sure, you sit here for a bit, I'll come back to you after I've gone around."

A flicker of unease crossed her face, fearing that what was already half-cooked would turn into a complete disaster, but then I pulled out my wallet, took out a fifty-yuan note, and gave it to her. Her eyes immediately lit up, even the glaring lights around us momentarily dimmed in comparison. “Go buy yourself a drink and sit down to wait for me,”

I said. Her eyes followed my wallet into my pocket, and she reluctantly looked back at me, her gaze lingering and distracted, before giving me a sweet reply.

The bar was mostly full, but I should be able to find her by now. However, after looking around, I couldn't find Tingting anywhere.

How could this be? We agreed to meet here, I thought irritably. She probably went to the restroom.

I took out my phone and dialed her number. “Temporarily unavailable…”

Damn it, another five minutes passed, and Tingting still hadn't appeared. Could it be that she…?

I rushed to the “private booths” and casually glanced around in the dim light. In the dark corners, pairs of shadowy figures were huddled together, and I could never see the man's hands (at most, only one). Oh, there seemed to be an exception…

Wait, isn't that my wife?

The glance she gave me confirmed my suspicions. Her expression held a mixture of resentment, wantonness, and embarrassment, all mixed with a somewhat mechanical smile that left me speechless.

She was very obedient and saved me a seat. Thinking about it, I walked to a table behind her and gestured to the waiter for a strong drink. A short while later, Mimi was already sitting in my lap. Her full, firm buttocks, through the thin fabric, pressed against my already half-erect penis, her upper body languidly leaning against me.

Not far away, Tingting was already half-reclined on the middle-aged man in the same position—after seeing the woman beside me, she seemed to have completely abandoned any semblance of modesty.

Her silk scarf was nowhere to be found, and because she had been sitting for so long, her already short and elastic miniskirt could no longer cover the bottom of her white, fleshy buttocks.

I watched as that strange man held my wife of one year in his arms, teasingly caressing her breasts through her clothes with one hand and kneading her exposed thighs with the other. A fire burned in my stomach, as if I were about to vomit blood, although I didn't know what vomiting blood felt like.

The man's hand reached higher and higher, suddenly disappearing completely into her black skirt. Tingting's body trembled, one hand seemingly instinctively trying to move down to stop him, but it froze in mid-air, then awkwardly returned to its original position. Her chin was slightly raised, her lips parted, and her chest rose and fell noticeably.

I watched him caress my wife's most private parts with abandon, imagining his nimble fingers parting her thong, the rotation on her clitoris driving her wild.

With the influence of alcohol, anger, shame, and pleasure mingled in my mind, and I felt myself about to burst.

My hand instinctively slipped under Mimi's vest and grabbed her left breast, eliciting a soft "oh," her voice more pain than surprise.

The fullness and elasticity gave me a sense of cathartic pleasure, and I kneaded it forcefully, ignoring Mimi's dissatisfied moans.

Mimi's "mimi"

was bigger than my wife's, and it felt great to touch, but right now my mind was completely on my wife.

The man whispered a few words in Tingting's ear, and she shook her head, suddenly becoming anxious.

The man smiled, said something else to her, and his hand began to move. This time, Tingting lifted her buttocks, seemingly to facilitate his actions.

I heard a soft laugh from Mimi beside me, who turned her head slightly and whispered, "Hehe, look! That woman is taking off her panties!"

We watched as Tingting, in the most inconspicuous way, pulled a small black piece of fabric from under her skirt over her toes, curling it into a ball in her palm.

I tried to remain calm and said, "That woman is so sexy! Do you know her?"

Mimi said, "No, probably new here."

I thought to myself, "It would be strange if she knew her, she's my wife!"

Seeing me staring intently at Tingting, Mimi reluctantly pinched my penis and exclaimed exaggeratedly, "Wow, look how intently she's watching!"

I smiled and reached my other hand towards her inner thigh.

Then, one of the man's hands disappeared again under Tingting's skirt, while the other hand also disappeared mostly inside her tube-shaped blouse. What should have been the curves of her breasts was now only visible as a hand frantically moving.

Suddenly, something unexpected happened. Without warning, his hand abruptly pulled down my wife's blouse, completely exposing her left breast, and most of her right breast was also exposed. She tried to push him away and pull her clothes up, but in that brief moment, in the shadows where probably only a few of us could see, my wife's breasts were completely exposed, right in front of the hundreds of people in the dance hall.

I was stunned, and even Mimi was dumbfounded. I saw my wife turn around and slap him across the face. The man paused for a moment, then laughed, ignoring her struggles and pulling her back into his arms.

Tingting struggled for a while, then stopped moving.

A short while later, Tingting seemed to get up to use the restroom, and I excused myself and followed her.

We walked one after the other into a dark, deserted corner, as if by unspoken agreement. Tingting turned around and threw herself into my arms, sobbing.

I quickly asked what was wrong, and she said that the man had bullied her. I told her that no one saw anything, so it was okay.

Seeing that I wasn't angry, she seemed relieved and asked if I missed her. Then, she asked jealously about Mimi's situation. To make her feel more comfortable, I embellished the story a bit. Sure enough

, after listening, she was silent for a few seconds, then lowered her head and mustered her courage to say, "Honey, he wants it."

I looked at her in surprise and said, "To sleep with him?"

She hummed in agreement. "I said I wouldn't do it, and he said to name a price. I just casually said three thousand, and I didn't expect him to agree."

My heart sank, and I didn't know what to say.

Tingting said, "I know you definitely won't agree... Let's go home."

I was a little doubtful and looked up to ask, "Then are you willing?"

Tingting looked down and said, "Haven't you always wanted to see this?"

I looked at her, knowing that the moment I had been waiting for had finally arrived. If I said yes, my wife would sell her pure body to a stranger, letting him vent and enjoy it at will.

But...

do I really want to do this?

Is such a sexual fantasy something that should be realized?

It would undoubtedly be very exciting, I know, it would definitely drive me crazy, but what if the excessive stimulation made me lose interest in normal sex?

What would be the impact on our marriage if I sold my wife?

A wicked thought came to mind, "Three thousand yuan, just sell her once, wash her clean afterward, wouldn't it be like nothing happened? A few deals a month would be very helpful to our lives..."

I was confused.

After

a long pause, I looked at my wife and hesitated, saying, "How about... we call it a day? So much has already happened. I don't know if I can take that final step right away."

As I spoke, I looked at Tingting's beautiful face, hoping to glean something from her expression. I thought, hearing that soft exhale, it seemed like a sigh of relief, yet also a hint of emptiness and disappointment.

I quickly dismissed Mimi, of course, not forgetting to slip two large bills between her ample breasts.

Mimi realized she wouldn't earn more by staying any longer, so she happily went to her second business, sweetly telling me to come see her again next time.

My wife, however, wasn't so lucky. The man was clearly unhappy, which was understandable; a wealthy man who could afford three thousand a time usually had people doing things his way.

They were discussing something, but Tingting kept shaking her head, her eyes lowered as if she couldn't look him in the eye.

Finally, he gave up, angrily throwing a few bills at her, one of which fell to the ground.

Tingting stared at the banknote for a full three seconds before bending down to pick it up. When I saw her face again, she was still biting her lip, looking like she was about to cry.

That innocent look reminded me of when she was the girl I was pursuing, dressed like a prostitute—I think it was the sexiest sight I'd ever seen.

The two of them walked towards the door, one after the other. I felt a huge weight lifted from my shoulders. Thinking about what I'd just seen and what might have happened, I desperately wanted to vent.

She'd had a hard night; I'd make it up to her when we got home. A smile crept onto my lips.

Suddenly, Tingting, walking ahead, seemed to be stopped. In an instant, my brain made a decision I admired even myself: I continued walking as if I hadn't seen anything, glancing casually. I saw two young men blocking her way; one of them looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn't place him.

I made sure I was out of their sight before going around to their backs, trying to hear what they were saying amidst the loud music—of course, it was futile.

But I saw Tingting's expression—a look of despair, like someone caught red-handed doing something wrong. My heart sank. I realized what had happened—the two men must be acquaintances of my wife, and they had likely witnessed what she had just done. Judging from their demeanor, they were definitely trying to intimidate and blackmail her.

My brain raced, but I couldn't think of a solution.

Just as I hesitated, the two young men, one on each side, "escorted" Tingting

out the door. I had no choice but to steel myself and follow them at a distance.

Fortunately, they didn't call a taxi; instead, they headed towards a restaurant near the Ming Shi restaurant.

Suddenly, an idea struck me. I dialed Tingting's number.

After a few rings, I heard her say "Hello," her voice trembling violently. "Are those two people acquaintances of yours?" "Yes." "Where are you going now?" "..."

I cursed myself for being an idiot; of course, she couldn't answer that question. "Are they threatening you?" "Yes." "Do they want money or your person?" "...In the second drawer."

If I weren't in this situation, I would have almost laughed out loud. "I'll follow you. Pretend to hang up the phone so I can listen for any noise." "Okay... um... goodbye."

With a keystroke and a rustling sound, I finally heard their conversation. "Who is it?" "My husband." "Does your husband know you're out like this?" "No... no." "What are you doing?" "I said I'm having a late-night snack." "Haha, your husband is so easy to fool." "Yeah, but his wife is about to become our late-night snack, haha."

The two men burst into laughter, which ignited my anger.

By this time, the three of them had walked to the back of the restaurant. After a few twists and turns, they came to a dark corner. On one side was a mottled high wall, and on the other side were piles of wooden crates and miscellaneous items. Only from the corner where I was hiding could I see inside.

One of them said, "How's it going? Not bad, right?" "You know this place well, buddy. This isn't your first time here, is it?" "Of course! I've slept with at least half a dozen women here!" "Alright, alright, stop bragging. This... how do we do this?" "Strip her naked and let me have my fun first."

As he spoke, the larger of the two grabbed Tingting from behind and pulled her into his arms, tearing off her top with one hand.

Tingting let out a cry of pain, but her struggles seemed so futile.

Her exposed breasts were not very clear in the darkness, but it was enough to strike me like a thunderbolt. "What are you pretending to be so virtuous for? You were selling yourself just now!"

the other man laughed and cursed, grabbing one of the fat man's unattended breasts. "You know what, when I used to see her at work, she was like a princess, completely ignoring someone like me. Who would have thought she was two-faced? A princess by day, a whore by night."

Now I finally remembered—this fat man was Tingting's former driver, who had once driven her around.

Tingting had never liked him, thinking him vulgar and uncultured. How could she have imagined that years later, she would be helplessly violated by him in public?

The two young men, without stopping, stripped Tingting naked, sandwiching her like a sandwich, kissing and groping her wildly. Their four hands roughly kneaded and ravaged my wife's pure body, her breasts and vulva contorted and twisted in their clutches, causing her to writhe and try to escape, but there was nowhere to run.

In this situation, accompanied by my wife's short, hoarse moans coming from the phone, I felt like I was on a roller coaster, plummeting from the peak to the bottom. It was a strange feeling, a mix of despair, terror, excitement, and anticipation.

I could hear my heart pounding in my chest with an intensity I'd never felt before, almost making me faint. A voice in my head cried out anxiously, "Let go, you bastards!"

Another, eyes red with rage, hissed, "Fuck her, shove it in! Fuck my wife!"

As if hearing my cries, the fat man pulled down his pants, revealing his weapon, bent his legs slightly, and forcefully thrust it towards Tingting's pale, naked buttocks. Tingting screamed in terror, hurriedly saying, "No! You promised not to do this!"

She frantically tried to push the fat man away, but the two men, caught up in their excitement, weren't about to let her go.

The skinny man grabbed Tingting's arms, one in each hand, and pulled her back to him.

Ignoring my wife's protests, the fat man grabbed her struggling buttocks with one hand and thrust his penis inside her with the other.

I knew that if I didn't intervene now, my wife of one year would be raped right in front of me.

Although I'd been fantasizing about it, the woman I'd painstakingly pursued for a year, the woman who had shared my joys and sorrows, my laughter and tears, my love and hate—these two despicable men were about to defile her like this! I couldn't help but want to jump out and shout to stop them, but… if

I intervened now, wouldn't that be telling them I'd been watching from the dance hall all this time?

Besides, they had a firm grip on Tingting's secrets. If we didn't give in to them now, they'd spread the word among all our acquaintances, and we'd both be utterly disgraced in this city. In the blink of an eye, while I was still struggling with this internal struggle, I heard a woman's scream from the phone. Tingting was gripping the skinny man's arm tightly, her face contorted in agony. It was clear the fat man had penetrated her, and there wasn't enough lubrication.

Her fingernails were probably digging into the skinny man's arm, causing him to cry out in pain as well.

My heart clenched violently, as if a giant hand had seized it and yanked it away from me.

My wife had finally been violated, just as I had fantasized about a thousand times, only this time it felt unbelievably real.

My head felt incredibly heavy, as if a green hat was pressing down on it, making it impossible for me to lift my head.

I tried to raise my neck, attempting to regain some of my masculine dignity, but all I saw was the fat man thrusting violently behind my wife, and her naked body trembling with each impact.

Her long, flowing hair was grabbed by the fat man, forcing her to tilt her head back and gasp for breath. The moans she made gradually lessened, revealing less pain, which made me feel a little better.

The fat man's face was tense, clearly enjoying himself immensely—I was all too familiar with the feeling of fucking her from behind, even the satisfaction of grabbing her hair. I often tormented my wife like this; that feeling of humiliation made her incredibly wild. I never imagined she would be so thoroughly violated today.

Although I wasn't the one violently fucking my wife's plump, tender vagina from behind, I could clearly feel a different kind of stimulation.

This feeling pierced my body and soul like a sharp sword, masking the sexual ecstasy beneath a haze of pain. Undeniably, I loved that feeling.

I watched helplessly as that despicable, ugly man frantically enjoyed my wife, but my own genitals were swollen to their limit by the surging pleasure within me.

This sexual pleasure reminded me of the conquest I felt the first time I penetrated my wife, the release I felt the first time I urinated on her face, and it was clearly even more unforgettable.

The vortex of pleasure made me dizzy and disoriented, countless thoughts swirling in my mind. One moment I wondered if Tingting was experiencing pleasure, the next I wondered if my lewd fetishes were a manifestation of masochistic tendencies in my subconscious.

The skinny man, who had already taken off his pants, was getting impatient. His penis seemed thicker and longer than the fat man's, and he kept thrusting towards Tingting's body. But she was being penetrated from behind, her buttocks sticking up high, so he could only press against her navel.

He would sometimes bend down and suckle her nipples, her breasts jiggling with the fat man's thrusts, often flattening the skinny man's nose, but he didn't seem to care.

Although the fat man couldn't see clearly, he roughly understood the situation and blurted out, "Hey, why don't you let her bend down and give you a blowjob? I'll switch with you later."

I cursed inwardly, while the skinny man, reminded by my words, grabbed Tingting's hair and pressed her down. She was forced to bend over, pushing the skinny man away with one hand, looking at the ugly penis dangling in front of her with disgust, seemingly very unwilling.

The skinny man was a little impatient, and he shoved his penis into my wife's mouth. She flinched a few times, but her sexy red lips finally gave way.

The long, thick penis rudely pierced her throat, causing her to wince in pain, her hands reflexively trying to push the skinny man away.

The skinny man held her head tightly to prevent her from escaping, and vigorously thrust and twisted inside her.

At this point, my wife could no longer scream, only making gurgling sounds like she was drowning, accompanied by saliva uncontrollably flowing from the corners of her mouth.

This was probably the most painful oral sex she had ever experienced, I thought with heartache. Even in my most frenzied and lewd moments, I had never thrust into her throat like this.

A pang of jealousy shot through me, and I wondered when I could have her do this for me.

At this moment, the skinny guy finally pulled his penis out slightly and began thrusting in and out of my wife's mouths, one after the other, along with the fat guy.

Although the two were quite in sync, the skinny guy's penis still often jumped out of her mouth, and each time he quickly and forcefully thrust it back into her throat.

Over time, perhaps to avoid his rough actions, Tingting would even take the initiative to hold it and put it back in her mouth.

The oral movements also gradually became more varied from the initial monotonous and passive ones.

The fat guy behind her could also clearly feel the wetness of her vagina and laughed, "Hey, it's wet, it's wet!"

I felt a pang of sadness and could only comfort myself that it was a normal physiological reaction for women, a natural mechanism of self-protection.

Whether out of shame or the thought of me watching, Tingting tried to move away symbolically, only to be met with even more brutality and ridicule from the two men.

Soon after, the skinny man spoke up, "Hey, let's switch. I want to try this slut."

The fat man grunted somewhat reluctantly, thrusting in a few times before pulling his penis out abruptly.

I heard my wife cry out, not with the joy of relief, but with a hint of emptiness and loss.

When they switched positions, Tingting remained bent over with her buttocks sticking out, completely resigned.

The skinny man, already poised, immediately thrust in, letting out a satisfied sigh. The fat man vented all his frustration

on my wife, gripping his semen-covered penis and snarling, "Skinny, this is all your juices! Lick it clean!"

My wife gave him a resentful look, obediently licking the base of his penis, even voluntarily sucking his testicles without being specifically asked.

Although I didn't see the fat man's expression, I could imagine the surprise and pleasure in his mind, so much so that he didn't even utter a mocking word.

The skinny man wasn't bad either; his tools were superior to the fat man's, and since his belly wasn't obstructing his movements, he could penetrate deeper.

My sensitive wife clearly felt the difference, gradually losing her mental defenses. What started as restrained moans turned into unrestrained moans.

I could even hear the squelching sounds of her thrusting on the phone.

She was aroused!

How could this be!

Although my wife was a slut in our bed, she was usually quite chaste in her daily life.

In front of others, she was absolutely a respectable woman, but now, under the circumstances of being raped, she was experiencing intense sexual pleasure and shamelessly displaying it in front of these bad men!

I watched all this angrily, feeling an urgent need to vent, and involuntarily pulled out my long-imprisoned penis and started masturbating.

Watching two strangers rape—no, defile—before my eyes, while simultaneously masturbating with their wives, I experienced an indescribable, wicked, and overwhelming pleasure amidst intense guilt, feeling as if I were simultaneously at the depths of despair and the pinnacle of life.

I'd heard that fat men generally weren't very good at this, and this one was no exception.

His face was already tense, clearly struggling to hold back, when he finally reached his limit. But who could laugh at him? I doubt he'd ever played with such a beautiful woman so cruelly in his entire life.

He quickened his pace, his large belly repeatedly slamming against Tingting's face. Suddenly, he let out a low growl, his body pausing for several seconds, as if unable to move an inch at the moment of ultimate climax.

Tingting's brows furrowed; it seemed the fat man had released quite a bit.

His legs trembled slightly, then he moved slowly a few more times, as if all his strength had left him, unable to support his bloated body any longer.

He collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, seemingly oblivious to my wife spitting the sticky mixture onto the floor.

At this moment, Tingting broke free from the fat man's entanglement and focused intently on being fucked by the skinny man.

She braced herself against the wall with one hand and supported her taut, beautiful legs with the other. Her long, flowing hair, styled with negative ions, was now a mess, swirling and dancing wantonly with his thrusts, mirroring the lewd moans escaping her throat.

The skinny man, sweating profusely, cursed, "Is it good, you slut! How do I compare to your husband?"

My wife ignored him, offering no response, but I imagined her inner thoughts. What was her answer?

The thought that she might genuinely think that man was better than me filled me with an unusual excitement.

I knew I was about to climax, but I really wanted to join them. Thankfully, they didn't keep me waiting too long.

The skinny man gradually increased the frequency and intensity of his thrusts, and my wife encouraged him with even more vigorous moans. Soon, the naked couple's movements reached a dizzying level. He suddenly shouted, "I'm going to cum inside!"

That shout finally made me lose my temper, and a cold, hard semen shot out a meter away.

As his wife's cries grew louder, he finally ejaculated. His climax was relentless, his movements still powerful, each thrust carrying her to the peak of her orgasm.

I watched the rhythmic impacts, each spurt of my own ejaculation, all the anger and stimulation I'd felt earlier finding release.

What a sight! My distant sense of morality wailed. This bizarre trio, simultaneously floating on the clouds of wicked climax, each man and woman harboring such dark thoughts and pleasures.

They finally left, abandoning her—the woman who had just provided them with such pleasure—like a broken toy, taking only her underwear (as a souvenir) and her "weapon," I thought to myself.

She stood there, dazed, not even dressed.

The soft moonlight, which had been hidden by shame, peeked out from behind the clouds, illuminating her exquisite body, gently soothing her bruised and battered skin.

Suddenly, I felt such jealousy. My beautiful wife, my pride, was no longer mine alone.

I stepped forward to face her, but didn't go to her side.

She looked at me with tears in her eyes, motionless.

I gazed at her; she had never looked so beautiful, I thought, yet I had never felt so distant from her.

I felt only bitterness in my heart, and utter exhaustion.

She searched for understanding and love in my eyes, but she found none.

Two tears rolled down her cheeks almost simultaneously, falling onto her full breasts, gathering on her nipples, teetering precariously.

She looked at me through teary eyes, a look that filled me with both anger and pity. What should I do? What could I do? I asked myself.

The deep darkness enveloped us; not a single light could be seen.

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