The pimp's wife was trained 19

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The three of us arrived at the furniture store, which was noticeably quieter and less crowded.
As soon as we entered, a tall, middle-aged man greeted us and asked what we wanted to see. This store really doesn't know how to attract customers.
Shouldn't they at least have a pretty saleswoman standing at the entrance to draw in customers? Like
the one at my company, who always gives you a feeling of happiness as soon as you walk in…

"We'd like to buy a cabinet," I said, and the man led us to another section. There were quite a few cabinets of
all sizes a quick glance revealed bedside tables, bookcases, wardrobes—they had everything. It truly deserves to
be called a furniture store.

"Thank you, let us look around first, and we'll call you when we see something we like." The man then left,
knowing our conversation might get a little… well, that wouldn't be good if others overheard.

"Rou Rou, what kind of cabinet do you think we should buy?" Yu Xing asked, pulling his wife around as they strolled around, while I
followed beside them.

"Hmm... a bigger one, I guess. With you insisting I wear stockings every day and liking to ejaculate on them, they
'll definitely tear very quickly. There will be many torn stockings in just a few weeks, so let's buy a bigger one so
we can hold more later," my wife analyzed logically.

"Okay, a bigger one, and then fill it all up with your stockings, haha."

"Then why not just buy a big wardrobe specifically for your stockings?" I suggested from the side.

"Okay... I think that one over there looks pretty good," my wife said, walking over and pointing to a wardrobe.

I opened it and looked inside. It was a very ordinary style, and also the most practical. There were four doors, about 2.5
meters high and roughly 3 meters long. The top shelf had a wooden plank, which is usually used for
underwear or other small items in a regular wardrobe, but for my wife, it was all stockings.
Below that plank was a cylindrical clothes rod, running horizontally from one end of the wardrobe to the other, usually
used for hanging clothes and pants, but for my wife, it was naturally for hanging stockings.

My wife, watching from the side, also thought it was good: "I think this is great, honey. From now on, I
can put my worn stockings on the top shelf, or hang them here on a clothes hanger. After you've used them, you can just toss them on
the bottom." Seeing my wife say this, I suddenly felt a little embarrassed. It was all because of my and Yu Xing's influence; now
she could participate in this kind of discussion.

"Haha, okay, okay, let's do it this way, let's buy this!" Yu Xing said, then went to call the shop owner over:
"Boss, how much is this wardrobe? We'll buy it, and then have it delivered to us right away."
After paying and getting all the warranty and other miscellaneous things sorted out, the shop arranged for someone to
deliver the wardrobe to our home. On the way home, we discussed where it would be best to put the wardrobe.

"Anywhere is fine, our house is big enough, there's room anywhere," my wife said indifferently.

"Anywhere except the bedroom," Yu Xing said. I knew what he was thinking. My wife and I's bedroom was now
his territory, and he didn't want me constantly barging in to use my wife's stockings for masturbation.

"Let's put it in the guest room, it'll be the most convenient." They had no objections, and that was the final decision.

At that moment, I suddenly felt strongly the truth of "money makes the world go round." Yu Xing and I paid a lot
more money, getting ripped off by the shopkeeper before they finally agreed to come and install the wardrobe the next day. Having a strong
financial foundation is great! For the sake of our future careers with my wife, let's all work hard and make money while we're young... How inspiring
, hehe...

When we got home, my wife immediately started cooking. Although all three of us were starving, we did
n't eat a very leisurely meal. Yu Xing took out his camera and played back the photos one by one,
pointing .

My wife blushed from his teasing and barely ate a few bites. After dinner, my wife went to the bedroom to
pack Yu Xing's things for his flight the next day. And today, I took the white stockings that my wife had taken off and that
I had masturbated with back to the guest room, and masturbated again with those smelly stockings.

The next day, Sunday, July 3rd. Yu Xing got up early to board the plane. When he came out of the room, he saw
his wife and several young, strong men… cough cough… don't get the wrong idea, these looked like the
furniture store installers from yesterday, there to assemble our wardrobe.

“Ah, honey, you're up… so punctual! They just arrived too. The wardrobe assembly is in the guest room
; they were just about to come in and wake you.”

“Oh, okay, then let's go in and get it done.” Later, I casually asked the installers how long it would take. Because
Yu Xing and I had doubled our payment to speed things up, they had brought a few more people today; it
should take about half a day.

But then I suddenly remembered the white stockings I'd brought into the room to masturbate last night. So I dashed into the guest room, then
casually strolled out with my hands in my pockets.

The foremen looked at me with bewildered expressions: “Nothing, hehe, you guys go ahead and install it.” The installers
went inside and got to work.

My wife looked at me, equally confused. We sat at the dining table in the corner of the living room. I pulled my hand out of
my pocket , still clutching the white stockings my wife had taken off yesterday. My wife immediately understood what I
was doing, her face flushing slightly. "Hehe, it wouldn't be good if someone saw us." My wife was dressed
exactly the same as yesterday: a white T-shirt, a black mini-skirt, and pink stockings, except she wasn't wearing high heels. After all, with outsiders
around, it would be strange if they saw us.

The installers were in the guest room, and my wife and I huddled together in a corner of the living room, whispering
.

"Honey, I suddenly really want to make love to you..."

"Yeah, I'll do it with you after they're done and they leave."

"Honey, where did you put the new agreement we signed yesterday? Make sure you keep it safe, it'll be
so embarrassing if someone sees it." With so many outsiders in the house, I suddenly worried that some clue might be discovered.

"Don't worry, it's safely stored in the study. Seriously, that kind of thing is really ridiculous. I don't understand
how Yuxing came up with it, and I wonder if it even has any legal effect?"

"Oh, who cares if it's actually protected by law? Just assume it is. It's
just one of the games the three of us play."

"Hmm, okay. You like playing like this too? You seem to be really going along with him?"

"I love it! It's so exciting! My blood was boiling the moment I signed my name
. Well, you're a woman, so I don't know how you feel, but after I signed, it felt like I was
selling my wife to someone else as a sex slave." I poured my heart out to my wife,
thinking that we'd progressed this far, it didn't matter what she thought or said.

"Honey... I'll tell you a secret, don't laugh at me..."

"Hehe, go ahead, we're an old married couple, I'd be unhappy if you kept it from me. Now I
never hide anything from you about my interests or thoughts, so just tell me whatever you want."

"Hehe, honey, you're so good... I'll tell you, actually... I... I've always had a...
masturbation habit since I was little..." After saying that, my wife lowered her head slightly, looking at me out of the corner of her eye: "I often
take care of myself with my hand when you're not home..."

"Tsk, why didn't you tell me? I used to never get enough of it, you had needs and I wasn't
satisfied, what's going on?"

"Back then, I was afraid you'd think I was too lewd, but who knew you liked my lewdness
. And honey, do you know why I never let you touch my computer?"

"What, is there something in there that you shouldn't see?"

"Well, not really... It's full of porn I downloaded. You're a software guy,
so I was afraid you'd just break the lock I put on it. That's why I didn't let you touch it." I listened, realizing my wife was secretly quite the pervert.

"Even though I used to fantasize about being a sex slave while masturbating, being forced to do
really lewd things, seeing those women being tortured in porn was terrifying... But
these past few days, being Yu Xing's sex slave doesn't seem so scary anymore. Maybe it's because Yu Xing is gentler
... And it feels so good, hehe..." I thought to myself, wife, this is just the beginning
. Who knows what methods that kid Yu Xing might use later?

"Well... as long as you like it. Don't you think the three of us are a perfect match? I like having my wife
played with, you like being a cuckolded wife who gets played with, and Yu Xing loves playing with other people's wives. Hehe... what a strange love triangle
."

"So, as I said before, it seems like we were always meant to be a family. The relationship is too subtle
... By the way, honey, you guys said you'd train me together. What's the goal? What kind of person do you want to train me into
?" I need to think carefully about this question. I can't say too much at once and make my wife feel disgusted, nor
can I say too little and make her feel bored... Well, it's a bit difficult. How about this: "Train me to... um... I
think training me to the maximum range that you can accept is fine."

"What kind of answer is that? Don't you guys have any goals?"

"One... basically none. We're just thinking of taking it step by step, developing your hidden sexual potential little by little
. We don't want to hurt you... If I said now that in a year we'd train you to
be like a bitch in an adult film, how would you feel?"

"Um... that's true..."

"So, let's take it one step at a time, slowly letting you experience what it's like to be a sex slave. As your appetite grows
, we'll gradually increase the intensity of our training methods."

"Hmm...that's good, hehe..."

"How much of your sexual potential do you think you've unlocked?"

"How am I supposed to answer that? How would I know? 20? 30?" This answer was a bit
unexpected . I thought she'd say 40 or 50 or something, but it was 20-30%. My wife
has a lot of confidence in her sexual potential; it seems her submissiveness is truly unmatched by ordinary women...

"Wife...after hearing you say that, I think you still have 95% potential to be developed..."

"Huh? Why? So much? Am I that amazing? Hahahaha..."

"Yes, honey, you answered 20-30%, which means you're
only 20-30% satisfied with your current sex life. Subconsciously, you're still yearning for sex that's three times more stimulating than what you're experiencing now.
And that's a conservative estimate; human potential can be far greater than imagined. So, in my opinion, you
still have over 90% untapped potential. Future sex will be almost ten times more stimulating than it is now
to fully satisfy you!"

"Wow! Ten times more? That's terrifying... terrifying... terrifying... terrifying, terrifying,
terrifying... But, I'm also a little excited... Hehe... I'm so horny... I
must strive to be a good sex slave in the future... Honestly, if I'd known it could be like this... I feel like I've
wasted , hehe."

"So, you should thank me. I'm the one who made you feel this good... that's why you're enjoying yourself so much now." "Really

? Are you sure it's not just for your own cuckoldry... Hehe... But, I'm so
happy now thanks to you, so I'll reward you with a kiss." Saying this, my wife and I kissed.

I chatted with my wife for a long time, and around 6 or 7 pm, she finally finished everything
. After seeing the men off, I went to the guest room, looked at my stockings masturbation cabinet, and threw in
my wife's first pair of stockings for masturbation.

Then my wife and I went into the bedroom and had some fun...

The next day, July 4th, Monday, was the same. My wife was still wearing those pink stockings
and a transparent bra, but she had changed into a new pair of black high heels. This time, they weren't sandals; they were pointed-toe
shoes, but they still exposed a large area of her instep, and you could even see a little bit of her toes.

I pressed my wife down on the bed, in a missionary position, pulled her pink pantyhose up to her thighs,
and then thrust my penis in hard.

"Mmm..." With a groan from my wife, I thrust my hips in and out.

"Mmm...husband, harder...harder...ah..." Unfortunately, my penis wasn't long enough to
penetrate very deeply, and my wife knew that, so she could only tell me to try harder.

"Wife, you're so horny."

"Ah... I am a... slut, hehe, ah... I'm a slut, so fuck me harder."
"Ah... um..." My wife's pink stockings had been worn for over two days. Although they weren't as
stained as her white stockings, they still absorbed a lot of sweat from her feet, emitting
a pungent, intoxicating stench.

"You slut, your feet stink! Let me smell them." My wife's stockinged legs were now draped over my
shoulders, bouncing with each thrust. I turned my head and began to lick
my wife's pink stockings.

"Ah... of course your slut's feet stink, and... um... and they're both sour and stinky... um...
lick them, you want your husband to lick every part of your body... um..." My hands caressed my wife's pink stockings
, leaving no spot untouched.

After a while, my hands moved to my wife's two snow-white breasts. My hands
slipped inside her bra, pinching her two erect, alluring nipples. My wife jerked as if electrocuted.

What I love most is my wife's instantaneous reaction to contact. No matter how many times Yu Xing and I have violated her
, she remains as sensitive as a young girl. I pinched my wife's breasts hard with both hands. Her beautiful breasts
were kneaded into various shapes with my movements, and the two small, pink nipples
stood erect on the two tempting mounds of flesh, constantly being rubbed and pinched by my nimble fingers.

Just as we were making love, the phone on the bedside table suddenly rang. My wife reached for the caller ID and
looked at it.

"I can't read the number, it's a long string of characters, um... I recognize this kind of number, it's not from China, ah... it must
be Yu Xing calling, should I... um... should I answer it?"

"Answer it!" I said decisively.

"Um... honey, we signed an agreement, if... if he's here, I have to do
whatever he says, should I still answer it?"

"Answer it!" Still decisive.

My wife reached for the speakerphone button.

"Hello?"

"Hello? Is this Rou Rou?"

"Mmm... umm, it's me... ah..."

"What is my little Rou Rou doing?"

"I... ah... I'm making love with my husband... umm..."

"Oh, is it comfortable?"

"Ah... not comfortable..."

"Why?"

"Because... because my husband's penis... umm... is short and small... so it's not comfortable, umm..."
Hearing my wife's insults only spurred me to speed up my thrusting.

"If you're uncomfortable, why do you still want to do it with him?"

"Because... ah... because Rou Rou's pussy is itchy... I need my husband to stop the itch... um..."

"If you're so uncomfortable, then don't do it with him!"

"Um... he's currently... inside me..."

"Never mind! Tell him to pull it out."

"Okay, Master..." At this moment, my wife gave me a mischievous wink: "Husband, I'm sorry
, Master said... um... said he doesn't want me to have sex with you anymore, so, um... so I can't let you fuck me
. Now please pull your penis... ah... out of my pussy." Damn, how can this be? I
was really getting into it, so I ignored them and continued to hold my wife and thrust.

"Master... my husband is disobedient, um... he's still fucking me... um..."

"How can this be! We signed an agreement! Since that's the case, kick him away!" Having received
the order, my wife slowly bent her right leg, placed her high heel on my shoulder, and then, just as I was about to thrust in
again, she kicked me hard. The pain from the high heel made my body go limp, and
I was kicked to the edge of the bed.

"Master... I kicked my husband away."

"Hmm, Rou Nu did a good job. I'll reward you properly when we get back!"

"Ah... thank you, Master!" The intense pleasure I had just felt was rapidly fading away from the kick
, and I immediately started masturbating. My wife watched me start masturbating: "Master... my husband
still wants to fuck me, he's watching me masturbate right now... can I let him fuck me just this once?"

"No! He doesn't feel comfortable fucking me, and did I say you could have sex while I was gone
? I only told you to practice 69."

"But Master, what should we do? He seems to be really pent up!"

"Well then, take out those white stockings from yesterday and let him masturbate."

"Okay, Master, I'll go right now." Saying that, my wife put on her stockings, then ran to the guest room
, and came back with the smelly white lace stockings. I stood under the bed, and my wife squatted in front of me,
using the white stockings to put on my penis and started stroking it back and forth.

"Master! I'm masturbating my husband with these stockings right now! I want to give him oral sex, is that alright
?"

"Okay! Give your husband oral sex." With permission, my wife immediately opened her mouth and took my stocking-covered
penis in. It was the first time I'd ever had stockings covering my penis and my wife giving me oral sex; the feeling was like heaven
. My penis was wrapped in layers of smooth, high-quality stockings, and through those thin layers, I could feel my wife's tender
, smooth tongue entwining around my shaft. The stockings gradually became completely wet with my wife's saliva, and the sensation of her tongue became increasingly pronounced
.

Just when I was enjoying myself to the fullest, Yu Xing's mother spoke up: "Stop! I suddenly don't want you to give him
oral sex anymore." My wife, receiving this new order, immediately spat out my penis, abruptly ending my pleasure halfway through
. She was deliberately messing with me…

"I'm sorry, husband, my master seems to be in a bad mood right now. He's changed his mind and won't let me give
you oral sex."

"Then ask your master if you can help me masturbate."

"Master! My husband wants me to masturbate him, is that okay?"

"No! Masturbation is not allowed either. I won't allow you to masturbate him. Let him do it himself!"

"Husband, I'm sorry… Master won't even let me help you masturbate. You'll have to take care of it yourself." There was nothing I could do
. That's what the agreement said; all rights had to take precedence over Yu Xing. I could only
masturbate while looking at my wife's beautiful figure and her alluring pantyhose legs. But I never expected Yu Xing's endless tricks: "Rou Rou…"
"Is your husband masturbating right now?"

"Yes, Master!"

"Since your husband is masturbating, you should masturbate in front of him too." This put the wife in a difficult position, as she
had never masturbated in front of anyone before. But at this moment, she had become a sex slave, and the meaning of a sex slave's existence was
to obey the master's orders, so in the end, she still unconditionally obeyed the agreement.

Softly lying flat on the large bed in front of me, her pantyhose pulled down to her thighs, her legs
spread wide in an M-shape, revealing her vulva facing me. One hand slowly touched her snow-white breasts, gently
rubbing them, while the other hand caressed her private parts.
Some fluid gradually seeped from the slit between her two pink labia. The wife inserted two fingers into the slit, and then with a "plop" sound, two fingers entered
her vagina, followed by a series of in-and-out finger vigilante acts.

My wife and I obeyed Yu Xing's orders, masturbating in front of each other. Seeing my wife masturbate for the first time
, I felt an uncontrollable urge and excitement. My hand moved faster and faster,
and more fluid involuntarily leaked from my penis. My wife, head tilted back, masturbated with abandon.

"Ah...wife, I fuck, I fuck! I want to shoot inside your cunt!"

"Ah...wait, let me ask my master...master! My husband fucks, he says he wants to
shoot my cunt, is that okay?"

"No! Your cunt is my personal semen processor, how can I let him use it?"

"Master, where should I let him shoot?"

"Are you wearing stockings now?"

"Yes, master! According to the terms, Rou Rou must wear stockings every day."

"Alright, then let your husband shoot on your stockinged ass. That way your stockings will smell a little."

"Ah...yes, Master." My wife stopped masturbating, turned around and lay face down on the bed, raising her
plump, white buttocks covered in pink stockings high. "Husband! My master said you have to ejaculate on my stockinged buttocks
...because Master likes Rou Rou wearing stockings full of semen, smelly and stinky, so you have to
ejaculate over my stockinged buttocks..." I quickly masturbated a few times, raised my penis and tore off the
white stockings covering it, then aimed at my wife's pink buttocks, released my glans and streams of semen shot out rapidly, all landing on her
round, pink buttocks that were raised high. The places wet with semen immediately turned from pink to fiery
red, clearly showing where the semen had been shot.

"Master! My husband has finished ejaculating. He ejaculated all over my stockinged buttocks. When you come back, it
will definitely smell pungent and stinky!"

"Hmm! Good, Master will definitely reward you well when we get back! Now, use your stockinged feet to clean your husband's
penis."

"Yes, Master!" After saying that, the wife sat on the edge of the bed, took off her black high heels, and raised her two pink stockinged
legs to clamp my penis, which had just gone limp, and cleaned the semen remaining on my penis.

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