My wife was raped in an internet cafe

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That happened last year. A friend opened an internet cafe, but since there was no one to manage it, he asked my wife and me to help out. Actually, my wife didn't know anything about it. I did all the repairing, keyboard replacement, and headset work, as well as handling payments. She only helped out as a waitress, serving cigarettes and water to customers. My friend knew this, but he had no choice; he figured he could make a little extra money and let my wife earn some while playing games at the internet cafe. Just when we were about to quit, my friend finished his two-month work commitments and was preparing to manage it himself, and I couldn't take it anymore. Working 24 hours a day and resting for 48 hours was exhausting, and I still had to be there constantly managing everything. I was completely worn out. At the end of May, during our last few days working at the internet cafe, something terrible happened! That night was very hot, but there were very few people in the internet cafe. They were cracking down hard back then; you couldn't go online without an ID card, let alone stay up all night. There were only a few regulars playing what I considered boring games. Suddenly, my wife said she was hot and wanted to change into a short skirt and black stockings. My heart was pounding, and I was confused. I asked, "Honey, what's wrong? Why are you so hot?" My wife said, "It's really hot. Look what everyone else is wearing, and you're wearing so much." I thought about it and realized she was right. I hadn't seen black stockings in so long, so I figured I should feast my eyes. My 26-year-old wife was voluptuous, 165cm tall, with a D-cup bust and a well-proportioned figure. Black stockings would definitely be irresistible. I hadn't left an internet cafe for three months and hadn't seen many beautiful women or black stockings. The women who came to the internet cafe were mostly kids, students, or shady girls—they didn't arouse my desire at all. Besides, how could I make love to my wife in this awful place? It would be so noisy, and those perverts might get a free AV viewing experience. Lost in my fantasies, my wife changed into a short skirt, black stockings, and black boots. She stood in front of me. I was speechless... and asked, "Aren't you hot wearing boots?" My wife rolled her eyes at me and said, "Are you an idiot? Don't you have any sense of aesthetics? You moron, I'm ignoring you!" Although I said the boots were hot, what man doesn't love to look? Then, my wife went to clean the internet cafe... Even so, I kept staring at her. Looking at her beautiful legs, I really wanted to bite them. Looking at her black boots, I really wanted to massage her soft little feet. Watching her beautiful buttocks occasionally sticking up while cleaning the internet cafe was so exciting. Just as I was getting excited, some perverts in the internet cafe couldn't resist either, constantly stealing glances at my wife's black stockings. It seemed like my wife was their game, unwilling to take their eyes off her for even a moment. Is the attraction of black stockings that great? What's so mysterious about them? Some even pretended to casually touch my wife's thigh with the back of their hands... My wife seemed to have become the focus of the internet cafe tonight. I also fantasized about whether my wife was wearing underwear or not. Did she really just put on black stockings and come out to clean? And the black stockings she's wearing now are ones I've never seen before. Did she just buy them? All sorts of questions swirled in my mind. Seeing everyone's eyes on my wife gave me a strange feeling. The internet cafe was getting emptier and emptier. Just then, a young man, about 18 or 19 years old, came in and asked if I had a private room. I didn't think much of it at the time and just randomly set up a computer for him in section B. After setting up the computer, I got a little sleepy and told my wife, "I'm going to sleep for a bit. Call me if you need anything..." I closed my eyes, my mind filled with images of my wife's black stockings and black boots, fantasizing about how to make love to her tomorrow, how to kiss her... Suddenly, I woke up. The internet cafe was so quiet. There were only two people using the internet downstairs, a man and a woman. I looked at the computer screens; there were three people using the internet, and one more upstairs. I checked the security camera. Could it be? That person was sitting with my wife. It looked like that high school student? I observed closely, and he was actually touching my wife inappropriately. His hand even seemed to be on her genitals... I wondered if I was dreaming. Could it be? It felt like I was watching an adult film. A moment later, the young man took off my wife's top, and she wasn't wearing a bra... He immediately bit into her breast, kneading it with his other hand, as if he'd never seen a woman before. I checked the security camera footage; it was a private room in section B. I decided to record it. I wanted to see what they were up to, to satisfy my wife-obsessed desires... He even seemed to pull out his penis and make my wife masturbate. When she didn't, he knelt down and started licking her, kneading her breasts as he did so. My wife swayed from side to side. After about half a minute, he inserted his fingers into her vagina... moving them in and out. The footage wasn't very clear, so I couldn't see how many fingers were inside her... A little while later, he took off my wife's boots, smelled her feet, and started licking them... Did that young man also like black stockings and smelly feet? After licking for a while, he took off all of his wife's black stockings, made her put on black boots, and continued to roam his fingers inside her vagina. His wife also stroked his penis. She even gave him oral sex. I couldn't believe it—my woman was giving someone else oral sex, and so passionately at that! That young man was even kneading her breasts. I remember when I asked my wife to give me oral sex, she always hesitated. Why was she so willing to do it with someone else? I sensed something was wrong. I prepared to go upstairs, locking the cash register drawer. Suddenly, I noticed a man and a woman downstairs also being affectionate. I couldn't care less anymore; I couldn't even control my own wife, let alone watch others' antics. To avoid alerting him, I quietly went upstairs. When I got to the private room in section B, I found he was gone. I looked around, wondering where he could have gone. I saw my wife's empty water and stockings on the seat, but no panties. I was right, my wife really wasn't wearing any underwear. I thought of the restroom and rushed there. I heard the sound of oral sex coming from inside. It was my wife giving that young man oral sex... My wife was enjoying it so much. I thought that young man must be having a blast. I calmed myself down and decided not to disturb them, choosing to watch the show... There was an exhaust vent in the second-floor restroom of the internet cafe. I went downstairs, locked the door and bar counter, and planned to go around to the second-floor landing at the back to watch the performance from the exhaust vent. As I was leaving, I suddenly saw those two... still kissing... I had no interest in watching... When I got to the landing, I saw from the exhaust vent that the young man had actually lifted his wife's legs and was rubbing his penis against her vulva. His wife even said, "Hurry up, it won't be good if my husband finds out." Without saying a word, the young man thrust in hard. His wife's face turned bright red, and she kept saying, "Mmm... mmm... okay, faster... faster..." The young man kept thrusting... and even changed positions, making his wife face the wall while he leaned against a box behind her and made her sit on it. His wife had a wanton expression with her eyes closed, and her fingers were in her mouth, sucking on them, seemingly very absorbed. I also saw that his wife's white fluid was flowing out, moving back and forth with the young man's penis. The young man was finally about to ejaculate, and I saw my wife's breasts trembling. My wife and the young man could also see this, because there was a mirror on the wall. I have to admire how much fun this young man had… Then my wife said, “Don’t ejaculate inside, no… no… ejaculate outside, no.” The young man let out a muffled cry, and I saw that the penis inside my wife’s vagina was no longer thrusting, but throbbing. I knew, he had climaxed… When the young man pulled out his penis, I saw someone else’s semen flowing out of my wife’s vagina. A mix of heartache, excitement, sadness, and a strange feeling washed over me… My wife had been violated by a stranger like that. Seeing the young man leave the toilet after ejaculating, my heart ached… My wife wiped away the remaining thick semen alone. Just then, my mind started wandering again, imagining that chaotic, hot feeling of entering my wife’s body through someone else’s freshly ejaculated semen. Suddenly, the man downstairs entered the bathroom. My heart sank. My wife was naked, only wearing boots. It was so embarrassing! The man saw her naked and said, "Ah... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. What... what are you doing?" My wife just said, "Nothing." Just as she was about to leave, the man from downstairs grabbed her and said, "I've been holding it in for ages. Since you're like this, just help me out." My wife said, "Are you crazy? I don't know you. Let me go." The man, fearing something might happen, said, "I'm not doing anything, just give me a handjob, okay?" My wife hesitated... She hesitated for a moment and said, "No. Get away..." The man said, "If you don't give me a handjob, I'll tell everyone you were naked..." At this moment, the wife squatted down and started stroking the stranger's penis. While she was stroking it, the man said, "Take it in your mouth." The wife didn't take it in, and the man didn't force her. He just said, "Get your face closer, like this..." The wife stroked it a few times, and in her soft, white hands, the thick penis ejaculated, shooting onto her face and even into her eyes. The wife couldn't open her eyes very well... The man left, and the wife wiped the remaining semen off her face by herself.And so it ended. My wife, naked, came out of the restroom and headed towards section B… I went back to the bar and found that the couple was gone. I saw my wife getting dressed in section B on the security camera. The young man didn't speak to her; he was just playing games. It seemed they didn't know each other, so I was relieved. My wife put her black stockings back on… I knew my wife would be coming downstairs soon, but I pretended to be asleep… but I couldn't sleep at all… I was still thinking about what had just happened. My wife had been taken advantage of like that. I didn't know if I felt more tears or joy. A little while later, my wife came downstairs, covered me with her clothes, kissed me, and went to clean up. The young man left too. When he checked out, like the other customers, he didn't say a word to my wife, just checked out and left. I never saw that young man again… When I got home, I didn't ask about it. I just treated it as a dream… I hate myself for not stopping what happened that day… Was it just to satisfy my own lust?

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