Wife's Development Log

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I've been involved with the concept of "yq" (sexual innuendo) for almost ten years now. At first, I was content with just reading erotic novels and watching porn to masturbate
, mostly just fantasizing about my wife. Occasionally, she'd cooperate with a little sex
game, but if I brought up the idea of a threesome or swapping, she'd immediately change her expression and give me
a good scolding.

With societal development, young people's views are becoming increasingly open. Many young couples are
engaging in activities that are astonishing and eye-opening. Through the internet, all sorts of novel and exciting activities are
faithfully recorded in texts and pictures, repeatedly arousing my cuckoldry desires
, ultimately leading me down a solid step into the abyss.

My wife's name is Xiaojing. She's 172 cm tall and weighs 52 kg. While not particularly stunning in appearance,
her years of yoga practice give her a graceful feminine charm that always captivates. She has a supple yet
sexy , without an ounce of excess fat, and with her 36D breasts and long, fair legs, she gets
a lot of attention on the street. My

wife works as a key account manager at a listed jewelry company. I work for a state-owned
enterprise. Six months ago, my direct supervisor was promoted to general manager, and I was promoted to department manager. The
previously stressful workload lessened considerably, providing me with the time to indulge in my wife-sex hoax.

A few months ago, one weekend, I took my wife to a resort in the suburbs. This trip
wasn't for a vacation, but for an outdoor exhibitionist experience.

A few years ago, I went to great lengths to lure my wife down this path. I once designed a set of sex
game cards, agreeing that if I did something to move her or bought her a limited-edition gift,
she could draw a card. When I used the card, she had to obey unconditionally. Unfortunately, I
was too hasty then, and she immediately drew cards involving threesomes, swapping, and group sex—all beyond her acceptable limits
. Although the initial goal wasn't achieved, these little games enhanced our intimacy, so the game mode
was retained, and the card formats became increasingly diverse: from simple oral sex cards, blowjob cards, and ***
cards, to role-playing cards like maid cards, flight attendant cards, and nurse cards, and now even
advanced command cards like outdoor exposure cards, outdoor sex cards, and photo cards. After each game, my wife and I
inevitably have a passionate encounter, making her incredibly satisfied, with a much higher probability of orgasm than during regular sex
. I guess this is the most important reason why my wife keeps the game.

Outdoor exposure is one of the most cuckold-themed games in our intimacy. After each exposure
, my wife becomes incredibly aroused, like she's taken an aphrodisiac, and she won't stop until she's completely drained.

Feeling my wife's inner desires is incredibly exciting for me, so I often design
some more stimulating little activities to further arouse her desire, waiting for the day her desire overflows
.

This time, the revealing outfit I chose for my wife was a deep purple dress, almost bikini-length. Her
bouncy, shapely buttocks seemed ready to burst out at any moment. The dress was semi-sheer lace, subtly revealing her beautiful body
, alluring and seductive.

This was my wife's first time completely revealing herself without a bra or panties, though her breasts were so firm that
it was difficult to tell without a close look. To accommodate her feelings, I allowed her to wear
sheer flesh-colored stockings, which only made her even more alluring.

I was filled with anticipation for this revealing experience, wondering if anyone would discover it.

However, I was clearly overly excited. We had just settled into the hotel and hadn't even stepped outside when the weather changed dramatically,
and a torrential downpour began, ruining the revealing plan.

Regrettably, I ended up taking photos of my wife indoors. As if sensing my displeasure, she unexpectedly
cooperated, going all out in various seductive poses, resulting in a
high-definition, uncensored "Young Wife vs. Photographer" spectacle.

Then, while my wife was showering, I logged onto the 69 forum and posted
some of the more revealing photos I had taken of her in the image section. Of course, I blurred her face, but her alluring figure
would surely make the guys' minds wander.

After doing all this, I quickly shut down the computer. After my wife came out, we cuddled for a while
before getting ready to go for lunch.

To my surprise, my wife was still wearing the revealing outfit she had worn that morning. When I asked her why, she shyly
replied, "I'm already prepared, so showing skin in the hotel is fine too. I just hope I don't spoil your fun
."

Faced with my wife's genuine feelings, I felt a surge of tenderness and vowed to cherish her even more.

Because of the rain, many people couldn't go out. When we arrived at the hotel restaurant, it was crowded
, and there were no seats for two. We had to share a table with others at a large table.

My wife's alluring attire quickly attracted the attention of many men. I guessed many were fantasizing about
her, especially the young man sitting opposite her. His expression was very complex, suddenly becoming one of surprise
and excitement. I couldn't help but follow his gaze, and my wife's right nipple was visible just behind the sheer fabric
!

He saw my wife's nipple! The thought sent a strange surge of excitement through me
. Sitting so close, he must have seen it very clearly. While my mind raced, I pretended to be calm to avoid startling him
.

Time seemed to slow down, my penis grew harder and harder, as if it were about to burst out of my pants. Finally, we finished eating, and
my wife and I left the restaurant under the watchful eyes of many people.

The intense stimulation made me want to rush back to our room to have a good talk with my wife. As we walked down the hallway
, several men and women suddenly waved and greeted us.

"Sister Jing, Sister Jing, you look so beautiful and sexy today. I love you to death!" A beautiful woman rushed over and
hugged my wife, giving her a kiss.

"Xiao Lu, what are you all doing here?" Although the wife was a little shy and embarrassed because of her outfit, she still
greeted everyone very generously.

It turned out that it was the graduation ceremony for the training of the young people who had just joined her company, and they had chosen to hold it here.
There were about 10 of them.

"Thank you, brother, we'll definitely take good care of Sister Jing." Led by Xiao Lu, the young men used
the excuse of fate to forcefully take my wife away, claiming it was to "learn from our seniors."

Seeing my wife's helpless smile, I was secretly delighted and quickly pushed her into the crowd. "I can't refuse
their hospitality , so please keep them company. I left early this morning, I need to go back and catch up on some sleep."

I quickly slipped away. Would my wife, dressed so sexily, spark something with these young men?
With wonderful anticipation, I returned to my room.

I spent the entire afternoon organizing the photos and videos from the morning until almost 6 pm when I received
a text from my wife asking me to have dinner together.

How could I possibly ruin their plans at a time like this? So I made up an excuse and
ate two packs of instant noodles to satisfy my hunger.

Time ticked by, and I started to overthink. How was my wife doing? Had
anyone discovered she was naked? If they had, would they have taken advantage of her? Or had she been drugged and forced
into something?

As I thought about it, I realized I was expecting too much. With so many people, men and women, who would dare
rape a senior colleague in front of everyone? Besides, a kid fresh out of school probably wouldn't have the guts.

Around 11:30, the phone finally rang. My wife answered, but when I picked it up, a man's
voice came through: "Brother, Sister Jing is drunk. What's your room number? We'll take her home." "

I'm..." Drunk? Just as I was about to give out the room number, an idea suddenly popped into my head, so I
changed my mind and said, "I'm currently in an urgent video conference, it'll probably be over in about half an hour. It
's a bit inconvenient for you to bring her up now. If you're not coming, just tell me where you are, and I'll come pick her up after the meeting
."

"Okay, then, we'll wait for you here, bro. Come find us in Hall 3 after your meeting!
"

"Okay, then I'll have to trouble you all to look after her. I'll be there in half an hour."

After hanging up, I quickly changed into a black T-shirt and trousers. Hehehe, kid, I'm
entrusting my wife to you for half an hour, don't let me down.

A few minutes later, I arrived outside Hall 3. Seeing the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door, I was thrilled: This is going to work!

I looked inside through the glass window in the door. It was very dark inside, with only the light and shadow of the TV screen changing
.

They must have turned off all the lights and were playing a music video loudly, all of which suggested that
something unusual was happening inside.

I quietly pushed the door open; thankfully, it wasn't locked. I slipped inside and closed the door behind me
.

Just as I suspected, all the lights were off, only the TV was playing
loudly of me opening the door.

Room 3 was quite large, long and narrow. By the light of the TV, I could see a figure with their back to
me at the far end.

The constantly changing lights of the music video made it difficult to see what was happening inside. I took a few deep breaths, then
crouched down and slowly crawled over from the floor. Because the person was so focused, I successfully used the table as cover to get closer
.

"Sister Jing, you big slut, you're usually so proper, but I didn't expect you to dress so provocatively on the weekend,
not even wearing a bra or panties. Are you begging to be fucked? Your husband won't be here for another half hour, I'll fuck you to death, you
big slut."

As soon as I got close, I heard a lewd male voice. I carefully peeked out, and what I saw
made my blood boil.

My wife was lying sprawled on the sofa, her eyes closed, her purple lace dress pushed up above her chest,
exposing her full 36D breasts. A young man was burying his head between her legs,
the sounds of wetness filling the air.

My wife's vulva was being licked by a man other than me, and the thought made me even more excited and expectant
.

After a few minutes of licking, the man suddenly lifted his head, startling me so much that I instinctively pulled my head back.

Then, I heard my wife making "mmm" sounds, the sounds of her mouth being filled. Could it
be...?

"Sister Jing, you're such a slut, your little mouth is amazing, it feels so good, so good, I'll fuck you to death!" It turned out the man
was thrusting his penis into my wife's mouth, making the drunken woman perform oral sex on him.

The man spoke lewd words as he thrust into my wife's mouth, making my penis almost explode
, but I dared not make a move.

Suddenly, I heard my wife's sounds become rapid, and the man began to breathe heavily
.

My wife was about to be ejaculated on by a man other than me, albeit in her mouth! My mind went blank, a mix of
pleasure from sexually abusing my wife and the humiliation of her being taken by another man.

As the man exhaled a long breath, I knew my wife had finally swallowed another man's semen. At the same time,
a chill ran down my spine: what if he found out after he finished? A cold sweat broke out on my back.

I risked everything and peeked out again, seeing the man's still-erect penis pressed tightly against my wife's mouth, only
releasing it after a long while. My wife coughed rapidly.

The man glanced at the time and muttered to himself, "Jing, finally got to fuck you, worth it!
Seventeen minutes left, let's give it our all and give your husband another cuckold's horns." He then grabbed my wife's
hand and placed it on his limp penis, beginning to masturbate.

Although I wanted to see my wife being violated by another man again, I was afraid of not having a chance to
escape like before, so I left Hall 3 with a heavy heart. I didn't know how he would finish his second round—with my wife
's vagina? Or somewhere else? But the thrill and humiliation I felt were unforgettable.

I checked the time; it was the appointed time. I quickly dialed my wife's number, and that lewd, obscene
male voice came through again, "Hey, bro, are you here yet? Hall 3, we're waiting for you here!"

I deliberately called to give him time to get ready and avoid any awkwardness. Thankfully, when I finally
picked up my wife, she seemed perfectly normal, at least on the surface! The man's eyes were filled
with pride and mocking smugness as he looked at me.

I absentmindedly greeted her and quickly helped my wife back to the room. I excitedly approached her
, but the stench of alcohol mixed with the smell of penis and semen emanating from her breath was extremely unpleasant, making me
feel nauseous, so I didn't kiss her.

I quickly lifted my wife's skirt, and sure enough, her crotch was soaking wet. Through the stockings, I could clearly
see her breasts opening and closing. I leaned in and smelled it; there was a smell of semen, but no
smell of penis.

Could it be that he ejaculated on my wife's crotch after masturbating the second time? While fiddling with my wife's crotch, I
continued to search for signs of abuse on her. Soon, I discovered red marks between my wife's breasts. It turned out that
he had used my wife's 36D breasts to ejaculate on her crotch.

Thinking about this, I felt a surge of excitement. I quickly fetched water to wash my wife, then pulled out my already
rock-hard penis and thrust it into her vagina with a "plop." Her vagina
had already secreted a lot of fluid during the other man's abuse, making penetration easy in the slippery environment.

Recalling the image of my wife being violated, I felt incredibly aroused. Without bothering with any fancy techniques, I lifted her
long legs and began to thrust wildly. In less than three minutes, a thick gush of semen spurted out, shooting
deep into my wife's body.

The dual stimulation of senses and mind made me exclaim with satisfaction; the pleasure of cuckolding was indeed endlessly delightful.

As I finished showering and prepared to lie back in bed, I inadvertently glanced at the stockings on the bedside table. Something felt off, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I thought about it for a while, even touching the stockings, but still couldn't figure out what to do
. I gave up, turned off the light, and lay down. The instant the light went out, a thought flashed through my mind. I sat bolt upright, reached for the light switch, and grabbed the pair of stockings for a close examination. Holy crap, these weren't my wife's stockings! Although they were both ultra-thin, my wife's stockings were imported from Japan , and the stitching was different from domestic ones, resulting in a different pattern. These weren't hers. To confirm my suspicion, I took another pair of stockings from my wife's luggage and compared them under the light. Sure enough, the pattern was different. A chill ran down my spine. Who took my wife's stockings and replaced them with new ones? That guy? Definitely not! I almost instantly dismissed my own thought. If that guy had changed my wife's stockings after ejaculating, there wouldn't be any semen smell on them. What if he had changed her stockings before ejaculating and then ejaculated on them? No reason, no motive! So, someone had changed my wife's stockings before that guy sexually assaulted her? Thinking of this, my genitals began to stir again. Who was that person who changed the stockings? What had he done to my wife? Looking at my wife's languid sleeping posture, my heart burned with desire. My long-cherished desire to have my wife as my lover had finally come true. Although my wife was unconscious, I knew this was just the beginning. Thinking of this, I felt incredibly satisfied, and soon I drifted off to sleep. The next morning, I was awakened by the sound of my wife getting up, but I kept my eyes closed because I wanted to know more clues about the stockings being switched last night. From my senses, my wife made a flustered movement after waking up, then the bed felt light, followed by the sound of running water—my wife had gone into the bathroom. I opened my eyes and glanced back at the stockings on the bedside table. A large patch of semen had congealed on them . With a satisfied smile, I closed my eyes again. The sound of water in the bathroom lasted a long time before stopping. My wife went to the bedside, timidly calling my name twice. When I didn't respond, she let out a long sigh of relief. Then I heard rustling sounds; my wife was gathering some evidence. Once all the sounds stopped, my wife returned to bed and shook me awake forcefully: "Honey, honey , the sun's high in the sky! Get up!" I pretended to have just woken up, half-closing my eyes as I looked at my wife. Her expression was perfectly calm, showing no sign of anything amiss . Something was wrong! I believed that a woman experienced in bed, even if drunk and taken advantage of, should be able to deduce what had happened from her body's reactions and other subtle details. Generally, in such situations, it's difficult for a woman to recover so quickly. My wife's reaction suggested there must be some reason I didn't know about. Thinking about this, my curiosity grew. "Hmph," I feigned anger, "You have the nerve to say that? You came home dead drunk last night, threw up everywhere, and made your husband toil away for most of the night. And when I woke up this morning, instead of being grateful, you were the one blaming me!" My wife giggled, pouting innocently. "I didn't know! It's all those kids at work who were so inconsiderate, relentlessly pouring alcohol on me. Husband, calm down. I thought you couldn't get out of bed because you were too indulgent last night!" Looking at my wife's sexy pout, my heart burned with desire. I couldn't help but recall the erotic scene of her lips being vigorously penetrated by another Inconsiderate kids? I think they're too inconsiderate, hehehe. I forcibly suppressed my agitation, pretending not to know that my wife was testing whether I had slept with her last night . "Too indulgent! You've already exhausted yourself like that, how can I indulge? How about we try some methods of indulgence together now?" I made a move to pounce on my wife. My wife laughed and stepped aside. I wasn't really in the mood for sex anyway, and the room still reeked of a hangover. We quickly washed up and headed to the front desk to ask for a different room. Before leaving, while my wife was in the bathroom, I took another look at the stockings on the bedside table. I noticed the semen stains were gone; they were brand new. I tossed them onto the bed and looked around. Finally, I found them in the trash can. I quickly stuffed them in my pocket and left the room with my wife. We had just changed rooms at the front desk when I received a call from Xiaolu, inviting us to go shopping. My wife, preoccupied with something, seemed reluctant to be alone with me and immediately agreed.

My wife changed into a refreshing tracksuit, a white T-shirt and a pink mini skirt. Her fair legs, bare of
stockings , instantly gave her a youthful glow, attracting the lecherous gazes of the group of guys the moment we met.

That guy from last night even came over to greet me, with a victorious air that
slightly .

The group went out noisily, but accompanying girls shopping, while pleasing to the eye,
was incredibly arduous.

Several guys couldn't keep up with the leg fatigues after less than an hour and made an excuse to sneak off to an internet cafe.

In the end, I was the only one accompanying these beauties,
offering building rapport and becoming one of them.

Seeing the time was right, while my wife was trying on clothes, I jokingly complained that Xiao Lu had gotten
her drunk and stayed out so late.

Xiao Lu didn't seem to mind, and I soon discovered they had finished karaoke at 9:30.

It ended at 9:30, but I didn't receive the call until 11:30. It seems there was more going on during that time.
I discreetly continued to probe, but unfortunately, Xiao Lu had also drunk quite a bit last night and left early.

The shopping spree finally ended with the girls carrying bags full of purchases. Since we were heading back
to the city in the afternoon, we decided to get together for hot pot for lunch.

The hot pot restaurant was decorated in a classic style, with a nice atmosphere. Midway through, when I went to the restroom, I unexpectedly
stumbled upon a conversation I hadn't anticipated.

"Brother Fa, Sister Jing's cunt is amazing! Even though I didn't actually fuck her, her mouth and
big breasts are really something."

"Yeah, I was blown away the first time I saw her at the company. I always fantasized about her masturbating,
but she actually offered herself up! Tsk tsk tsk, dressed so provocatively, no underwear, it was really exciting to fuck her
!"

"Brother Fa, do you think she might find out? What if she accuses us of rape?"

"You little rascal, you're scared now? What were you doing while we were fucking? Don't worry, I've fucked plenty of married women like this.
They usually don't dare make a fuss, afraid of getting into trouble and ruining their reputation. Besides, with Sister Jing's cunt like that, maybe
her husband is a cuckold! There will be plenty of opportunities in the future, hehehe."

"Brother Fa, that's awesome! Remember to take me with you next time you fuck Sister Jing. I've never fucked such
a beautiful woman before."

"Absolutely, otherwise why would I have taken so many photos last night? My only regret is that I was afraid her husband would find out
, so I couldn't actually fuck her cunt last night. Sigh, I'll have to go back and plan carefully tonight, how to get her
."

As they said this, the two walked further and further away, their voices fading into inaudibility. The first to speak was the guy from last night,
and the other, "Brother Fa," was the man who had sexually assaulted my wife and taken her stockings last night.

Judging from their conversation, they probably had other methods to coerce my wife into submission, and they must have taken photos or videos last night
. Thinking about this, I frowned. Although I've always had the idea of cuckolding my wife and don't mind her
having sex with other men, there's a prerequisite: my wife must be willing and enjoy the process.

But from their conversation, it's clear they have no respect for my wife whatsoever, and
they have no moral compass. This could very well disrupt the peace of my wife and me, which would be a problem.

Back at the dinner table, I started paying attention to everyone's voices, confirming that the guy sitting
next to the man from last night on my left was indeed "Brother Fa." Okay, I admit I introduced him before, but I hadn't paid any attention
.

This guy's got a good-looking face, no wonder he's managed to mess with so many women without getting into trouble.

Finding the right people made things easier. I started using the drinking culture I'd developed within the state-owned enterprise, easily
getting the two of them drunk. My plan was to use the excuse of not being able to drive after drinking to get on the company shuttle with them and
get rid of some trouble.

They drank so much they vomited bile and quickly passed out. They didn't wake up until the shuttle was about to leave .
The driver, seeing the two disheveled drunkards, refused to let them on, so I readily offered
to drive them home.

Since my wife had also drunk quite a bit and couldn't drive, I called a designated driver at the hotel. My wife sat in
the passenger seat and quickly fell asleep. After chatting with the driver about trivial matters, I started playing
on my phone.

The driver politely shut up and focused on driving. Taking advantage of the driver's blind spot
, I successfully took out Brother Fa's phone and unlocked it with his fingerprint.

Sure enough, I found a lot of erotic photos in the gallery, not just of my wife, but also of many other women
—young students, young married women, and even women over forty.

There were about thirty photos of my wife. Unlike the dark photos of that guy last night, these were brightly lit, allowing me
to clearly see her.

The photos were very unappealing, mainly depicting oral sex, anal sex, and leg sex. My wife's stockings
were gradually torn apart. When I flipped to the last photo, I instantly felt a surge of heat. My wife was lying on the sofa
, her snow-white, pert buttocks taking up most of the frame. A purplish-black penis with bulging
veins was being pulled out of her pink anus, gushing out streams of white semen.

Damn, that scumbag actually penetrated my wife!
After saving a few particularly visually stimulating photos using face-to-face image transfer, I deleted them all and logged into the cloud, deleting the backup
.

Last night, that guy's phone only had a few dark photos, nothing of value, but I still
deleted them all, both locally and in the cloud.

After doing that, I put the phones back in their pockets and silently said, "Good
night!"

These two lived in my wife's company dormitory, so I didn't bother to take them home separately. I even went so far as
to take them to the security office downstairs.

At 8 pm, we finally got home. Looking at my wife's exhausted face, I couldn't help but think about
what had happened these past two days, feeling a mix of emotions.

I seriously reflected on it; next time I'm having sex with my wife, I need to be more careful and not do anything stupid out of lust
.

For the next week, my wife would complain to me every day after work that Fa Ge and that guy had become strange and erratic
, always looking at her with terrified eyes.

I smiled dismissively, then laid my wife down on the bed and, amidst her feeble struggles,
thrust my countless semen into her anus.

Because of the previous incident, I've recently become particularly interested in my wife's anus. Whenever I think of
the scene of my wife's anus being violently penetrated and her rectum being penetrated, I feel a surge of lust.

Lately, I've clearly sensed that my wife is under a lot of mental stress, perhaps due to the strange behavior of her colleagues at work, my peculiar
sexual preferences, and various other reasons, coupled with what happened last week.

I crave for the whole world to know how wonderful my wife is, but I don't want her to be hurt. To help
my wife process her emotions, I voluntarily went on a business trip to a project, giving her some
time alone to relax.

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