[The Story of My Beautiful Wife Being Raped] (07)

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My beautiful wife was defiled (Part 7).
The unexpected success of the public bus humiliation made me happy to discover that my shy and lovely wife had gradually been transformed
into a beautiful wife who was both open and lewd. I began to plan the next step of the exposure and humiliation.
During this time, I also thought about whether to develop my relatives and friends to play with Xiaoru together. However, firstly, due to
my own situation, I had no relatives in this city except for my biological father, and most of my friends
were acquaintances from business dealings. In addition, China has its own national conditions and the social atmosphere is conservative. In fact, the most
important thing is that my wife is too beautiful, and her personality is gentle and kind. To put it bluntly, she is simple
and naive, lacking social experience. What if she had such a relationship with an acquaintance and that person had other ideas
? What if he kept pestering her? What would happen in the future? Nobody knows.
Although I've read countless cuckoldry novels, most of them are just the authors' fantasies
and completely unreliable. Like the time my roommate, Lao Wu, raped my wife, the aftereffects
were endless. Lao Wu even secretly called our company later, looking for Bai Xiaojie. Luckily, my colleagues said
there was no such person. Then he kept pestering me for Xiaoru's WeChat ID. I told him she had already
resigned and gone abroad to study. He kept pestering me for a long time. Fortunately, he lived in a small county in another province
, too far from me, which stopped his inappropriate thoughts. Even so, it worried me for a long time
.
If I were to contact a single man or couple online to train and rape my beautiful and lovely wife,
I couldn't accept such behavior. I just enjoy cuckoldry; it's not that I'm sexually incapable
. As for training and developing Xiaoru, that's exactly the kind of pleasure I want; I don't need anyone else's help.
I can't stand the fact that the person who abuses my wife is someone he invited, yet while having sex with my lovely wife,
he secretly despises me, his husband, for being a cuckold.
It's true I enjoy seeing Xiaoru being wantonly abused and ravaged by other men, but that's just
a small spice in our married life. While cuckolding is pleasurable and exciting, it's not everything in life.
There are many more beautiful things in life worth protecting and cherishing.
I can accept cuckolding by chance encounters with strangers, but
I can't accept the more extreme scenario of someone deliberately hiring someone to humiliate my wife. Especially after my classmate Lao Wu wantonly raped my wife for a whole night
, I regretted it for a long time, but I didn't dare let Xiaoru see it, afraid she wouldn't agree
to play the cuckolding game with me anymore.
(Most of the male protagonist's encounters with his wife are passive or accidental, except for the fifth roommate and a few others. The male protagonist basically
doesn't actively seek out people to rape his wife.
Sorry if you don't like this type of story.) A few days ago, the company won a government bid, and the project was very rushed. Even I, the boss who usually doesn't care
, have been chasing after it every day. It's been a busy week, and the work is finally on track, so I can finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Sigh, I've been working from dawn till dusk these past few days, and I've neglected my little wife
a bit. Now I have to pamper her properly. Hehe, should I continue to expose and humiliate my wife? I'm a little hesitant.
Friday, "Honey, my parents want us to come over for dinner tomorrow."
Xiaoru answered a phone call and told me.
"Okay!"
I nodded, feeling a strange sense of anticipation.
The next day.
"Dad, Mom, hello!"
"You're here! Come on, sit down and chat with your dad for a while. Dinner will be ready soon.
" "Okay."
Watching my in-laws bustling around, I felt a deep warmth of home.
Since my mother passed away when I was in high school, I've lived at school alone. During holidays, I either worked part-time or tutored.
For some reason, whenever I returned to the house where only my stepfather remained, I would get a headache and feel unwell all over
. For many years, I've basically never been home, yet here at my wife's parents' house, I felt this long-lost
feeling of home.
My father-in-law is around fifty, and my mother-in-law is only in her early forties. My father-in-law is not only a university professor but also
the youngest vice-principal among all the universities in the province, while my mother-in-law is a teacher at an art college and is very beautiful. Their relationship
is excellent; even at their age, they still hold hands and chat and walk together every day. They are truly a perfect match,
a match made in heaven.
Especially my mother-in-law, who is over forty but looks like she's only thirty-one or thirty-two. Her features are
exquisite, her skin is fair and smooth, and she's wearing a tight-fitting loungewear set. Her full breasts, pert buttocks, and long legs
make her waist appear even more slender. Her jet-black hair is styled into a side ponytail with a hair clip, leaning casually over her shoulder.
A few strands of hair are dyed red at the front, adding to her mature charm. Standing next to Xiaoru,
people who don't know them might mistake them for sisters.
Wow! Are all dancers this fit? I was getting a little tempted, so I quickly controlled my
wandering thoughts.
"Xiao, how's business lately?"
my father-in-law asked.
"Not bad. I just won a government bid, so I'm busy again."
"It's good to be busy. This is the rising phase of your career, so keep up the good work,"
my father-in-law said with satisfaction.
"Busy, busy, busy! What are you so busy with? Having a child is the real priority!"
My mother-in-law said, carrying out a dish, her voice full of dissatisfaction.
"Mom, Xiaoru is still young. We want to wait a little longer."
I glanced at my wife, who was helping in the kitchen.
"Wait for what? Xiao Xiao, you're not young anymore. Xiaoru has always wanted to pursue a career in dance. I even
tried to get her to stay at the school, but she wouldn't. Sigh!"
My mother-in-law sighed. "Hurry up and get her pregnant, tie her down. This child looks delicate and fragile, but
she's quite stubborn."
"Mom, it's not that bad. Xiaoru has wanted to develop her career these past two years, and I support her. She's still young
."
I advised.
"Sigh, Xiaoru is too naive. This society is so complicated now; it's not suitable for her..."
"Mom, what are you saying about me?"
Xiaoru came out of the kitchen carrying dishes.
"Hey, Xiao Xiao, you're too calm in the face of trouble, and Xiaoru is too naive, she can't tell good from bad. You two,
I've been through this before, anyway, you must protect your marriage... Sigh, I won't say anymore, it'll only annoy people,
let's eat!"
My mother-in-law shook her head as she went to the kitchen to get the food.
"Yes, I will."
I nodded vigorously, but thinking about my affair with my wife, I couldn't help but steal a guilty glance at Xiaoru
.
"Xiao Xiao, how long has it been since you went back to your hometown?"
my father-in-law asked.
"A long time, I went back once for my wedding."
I thought for a moment.
"You should go back and visit, your stepfather is getting old..."
"Dad, please stop..."
I interrupted my father-in-law rudely. I don't know why, but just thinking about that withered old man made
me feel uncomfortable, and my head started to ache.
"Honey, how can you talk to Dad like that?"
Xiaoru was a little angry, but seeing me frown, she quickly came over to massage my head. "Honey, what's
wrong? Your head hurts again?"
"Child, what's wrong?"
My father-in-law stood up and asked me with concern. My mother-in-law also quickly put down her food and leaned over to ask me, "Xiao Xiao,
are you alright? You old fool, don't talk nonsense if it's nothing."
"It's nothing, just an old ailment."
I waved my hand dismissively, but my heart was warmed. This feeling of being cared for was really nice.
The food was all served, and everyone ate and chatted. This feeling of home was so good.
"Xiao Xiao, I heard your dad is getting promoted again."
My father-in-law asked me while eating.
"I don't know, and I don't want to know. Anyway, he'll go his way, and I'll go mine. "
I buried my head in my food.
"Sigh, you child, you should go see him. After all, he's your biological father. He's so old, and
he doesn't have a child of his own..."
"..."
I didn't say anything.
"Alright, let's not talk about these unpleasant things anymore, let's eat..."
My mother-in-law interrupted, "Hey, Xiaoru, did you get your hair done?"
"Yeah, Mom, how did it go..."
The mother and daughter started chatting enthusiastically about beauty, clothes, and gossip, while my father-in-law and I obediently shut up and started
eating.
This feeling of home is so good! On the way home, I took Xiaoru's hand and suddenly said to her, "Wife,
thank you!"
"Hmm..."
My wife looked at me with her bright eyes, puzzled, "Husband?"
I hugged my wife and smelled the fragrance of her hair. Wife, thank you. I hope we
can always be this happy! Who can understand how important home is to an orphan?
At this moment, the thought of having sex with my wife disappeared from my mind, and my heart was filled with a feeling of fulfillment and warmth.
On Monday, Xiaoru told me that she would be very busy for the next week and would be coming home very late.
"Wife, what are you two busy with this time?"
I asked Xiaoru curiously.
"Oh dear, it's all because our principal said there's a talent show on August 20th, and I've been
busy with that these past few days!"
"Oh, I was wondering why you've been so busy these past few days. It's almost here! Honey, what's your act?"
I asked.
"Me? Hehe, I won't tell you!"
Xiaoru said coquettishly, glancing at me with her beautiful eyes.
Oh? She won't tell me? I looked at my wife, so innocent and adorable like a little girl, and smiled helplessly.
"Honey, starting tonight, I need to practice my act separately. Will you come pick me up?"
My wife sat on my lap, wrapped her arms around my neck, and said coquettishly.
"Okay, of course I'll pick you up. My sweet wife, you must wait for your husband to pick you up!"
I said softly, holding my wife's soft, fragrant body affectionately.
Around 8 PM, I finished my workout at the gym and called Xiaoru, but no one answered. It seemed my wife
was still practicing.
My wife seems to have put in a lot of effort; she won't even let me use those vibrating eggs or anal plugs on her anymore. Hmph
, wait until she's done with this, then I'll get my hands on her! Oh well, I have nothing to do at home anyway,
might as well go to my wife's school and watch them rehearse dance. I still have to pick her up later anyway.
Driving to the school, sure enough, several classrooms were brightly lit. I searched each classroom, but...
no, still no. Oh, luckily I ran into someone I know.
"Teacher Xiaoyun, have you seen Xiaoru?"
I asked Xiaoru's class leader.
"Oh, Xiaoru? She's in the ballet classroom at the very back."
Xiaoyun saw me and smiled mysteriously: "Don't be jealous!"
Jealous my foot! I glanced at Xiaoyun; she was a pretty woman, probably around twenty-seven or twenty-eight
years old, with a full bust, a slender waist, and a full bottom, exuding
the charm of a mature woman.
Xiaoyun takes good care of Xiaoru, and we often eat and sing together, so we're quite familiar with each other. So,
I pretended to pounce on her, saying, "Let me take advantage of you first!"
"Ah!"
Xiaoyun jumped back in fright, but seeing it was a fake, she said coquettishly, "Oh, you
're so mean! You little devil!"
Her coquettish tone and shy expression made my heart itch; this girl was quite the vixen.
Seeing the other teachers looking at me with surprise, I quickly slipped away.
We arrived at the last ballet classroom. This classroom was quite large, with a row of large windows along the corridor, but
they were all frosted glass, so you couldn't see inside. However, the classroom door had two long, narrow panes of glass, allowing you to see
inside.
I walked over and peeked inside, a wry smile creeping onto my face. No wonder Xiaoru hadn't told me, and Xiaoyun had told
me not to be jealous—it turned out a handsome guy was teaching my wife ballet.
There was a man about my height, around 1.8 meters, rather handsome, and quite fair-skinned,
with one hand on Xiaoru's waist, instructing her on the movements. I'd never heard of a male dance teacher at their school.
I glanced into the classroom from outside; it seemed to be just the two of them, so I didn't go in, just stood outside watching them
dance.
To be fair, my wife's ballet movements weren't very precise, after all, she wasn't a professional ballet student
. But her graceful figure, her beautiful, long, black hair that reached past her shoulders, and the beautiful curves drawn by her high-raised legs
successfully compensated for her lack of basic skills. Her dance was so beautiful and moving.
"The working leg can be bent or straight, returning to the starting position after the rotation… Begin with a bent knee, the supporting
leg standing on the toes, the other leg raised, the knee bent."
The male teacher, supporting his wife, instructed her on the movements: "Spread your arms to maintain balance...
Focus your eyes on a certain point, rotate your body and legs together... Be quick,
find that point before your body completes the first rotation, and hold onto it..."
Xiaoru began repeating the movements. I was too lazy to watch anymore and was looking around when suddenly
my wife screamed from inside the room. I quickly looked and saw her crouching, her hands covering her chest, her
shirt pulled down to her waist.
"What happened?"
I asked, bewildered, and rushed into the room.
"Honey, what brings you here?"
my wife asked, surprised.
"I came to pick you up. What's wrong? Are you alright?"
I crouched down, asking with concern.
The male teacher stood beside her, looking completely bewildered.
Oh, so when my wife reached the highest point of her jump, her arms would spread out like swan wings, and her chest
would thrust forward. At that very instant, the straps of her tank top almost simultaneously snapped, and her
beautiful breasts suddenly burst out, completely exposed to her male dance partner's gaze.
Her ample breasts, freed from their restraints, bounced wildly in the air. She didn't realize what was
happening until she landed, hurriedly crouching down to cover her two tender mounds, but how could she completely cover them? A large expanse of dazzling
white flesh was still visible.
I quickly took off my shirt and draped it over Xiaoru. Damn, you've hit the jackpot! I glanced at the male teacher;
I hadn't expected that my first thought would be this. I chuckled to myself. It seems that cuckolding has truly become my instinct.
"Alright, that's enough for tonight. Your clothes are ruined anyway."
After adjusting herself for a moment, my wife slowly stood up, but her voice still betrayed a hint of panic and embarrassment, her face
flushed red.
Xiaoru and her dance partner went into the changing room to change. I looked around the room, and a large bouquet
of vibrant red roses in the corner caught my eye. I walked over, picked up the small card in the center of the flowers, and read
, "To my dearest darling: You are my angel, you taught me to fly, to fly over the impermanence of the world, and only then did I understand that
love is the true treasure."
Hmm? A sense of foreboding crept into my heart, but then I laughed at myself for overreacting
.
Soon, Xiaoru and her dance partner came out, and we introduced ourselves as we walked out.
"Xiaoru, this is...?"
the man asked.
"This is my husband, Xiao Mingcheng,"
Xiaoru introduced, "and this is Teacher Yang from the city dance troupe.
" "Oh, hello!"
The male dance partner extended his hand to me. This man had a refined appearance, but I felt his face was
bluish, and his eyes were white, suggesting he had indulged in excessive sexual activity.
"Hello."
For some reason, I didn't like this man at first glance, and gave him a perfunctory handshake
.
"Xiaoru is very talented, she dances very well,"
her male dance partner praised. "She could rank among the top in our dance troupe."
"Oh, no, you flatter me too much, teacher,"
Xiaoru said shyly and happily.
"Oh, we'll be going now."
For some reason, I didn't like this man; I always felt there was
a hint of cunning beneath his seemingly honest face.
"Oh, by the way, is there a bouquet of roses over there…?"
I casually pointed to the corner.
"Hmm, I almost forgot, Mr. Yang, the roses you bought for your wife…"
Xiaoru said to her male dance partner, then turned back to me to explain, "Today is Mr. Yang and his wife's wedding
anniversary. "
"Oh, congratulations!"
I said to him insincerely.
"Thank you, let me see you out first, I'll come back and get them later,"
her male dance partner said, feigning nonchalance.
As I watched Xiaoru get into my Mercedes, my male dance partner waved to us. Looking into his eyes in the rearview mirror
, I sensed a hint of jealousy, though I wasn't sure if it was just my imagination.
Over the next few days, my ears were filled with stories about this male dance partner.
"Honey, do you know, Teacher Yang in their dance troupe…"
"Honey, Teacher Yang said I danced very well today, already…"
"Honey, I heard Teacher Yang say that he…"
I gradually learned about Teacher Yang from Xiaoru. He was twenty-eight years old, born in the countryside,
came to the provincial capital alone, joined the city dance troupe after graduating from school, worked hard alone, and was now highly regarded. He got
married last year; his wife was also in the dance troupe.
For some reason, I secretly inquired about him with a friend who was close to the city dance troupe.
What Xiaoru said was a little different. What "highly regarded"? He was just a second or third-tier dancer in the troupe, always
running around doing gigs and soliciting business. His wife was having an affair with a leader in the troupe, and they were currently getting a divorce.
Divorce proceedings? And that bouquet of red roses for our wedding anniversary? A sudden unease gripped me.
It seemed I'd become a little lax in nurturing our relationship; was someone trying to take advantage? We'd been married for over a year—how
long had it been since I'd sent Xiaoru flowers? I reflected inwardly.
Seeing the smile on Xiaoru's face as she spoke of Teacher Yang, I couldn't help
but feel a pang of displeasure. I said sarcastically, "Yeah, he's quite talented, so much so that his wife is running off with someone else
!"
"Honey, what are you saying?"
Xiaoru said unhappily.
"Okay, okay, I won't say anymore. Honey, you don't actually like him, do you?"
I'd been holding it in for days, and it was getting uncomfortable. I suddenly spoke to my wife.
"Honey…you…what are you saying?"
Xiaoru looked at me, a hint of barely concealed panic on her face. "How could that be…"
This silly girl, she can't hide anything on her face. My heart sank. Had
something really happened between them? Seeing my gloomy expression, Xiaoru said coquettishly, "Honey, what are you thinking? It's just
a temporary dance partner. We won't see each other again after the dance."
Was that really true? I had some doubts.
"Honey, the official performance is tomorrow. This afternoon, we're having our final rehearsal. Why don't you come
?"
Xiaoru saw my bad mood and shook my arm coquettishly.
"Okay, okay, I'll go, I'll go, alright?"
I couldn't stand it; she was such a grown woman, yet she still acted like a little girl.
………………Xiaoru's Perspective………………
My name is Bai Xiaoru, a young wife who has been married for just over a year. Since childhood, many relatives and friends have praised
my beauty. How beautiful? More beautiful than movie stars! That's what they all say.
But I don't think I'm that beautiful myself. Perhaps it's because of my environment growing up; from
school to work, I had very few male friends, and no male friend had ever told me, "You're beautiful."
Until my husband appeared, when he boldly embraced me tightly, gazed deeply into my eyes, and said,
"Xiaoru, you're so beautiful,"
I was captivated by his gaze. My husband is handsome, successful, and although he has a slight cuckoldry
tendency, it hasn't affected our relationship at all; on the contrary, our love has become even more harmonious and
sweet. In my heart, we would probably spend our lives together in harmony and love.
But now, my heart is filled with mixed feelings—fear, regret, and a little bit of surprise—because I realize
I might be falling into the sweet whirlpool of love again, but not with my husband, but with another man
.
He's a ballet dancer in the city's dance troupe, surnamed Yang. My art school is holding a cultural performance and invited him
to dance with me.
I didn't major in ballet at school, and I'm not very good at it, but the principal insisted that
I dance, and even found Teacher Yang to dance with me and teach me.
At first, I didn't have a very good impression of him. Although he was tall and refined,
I could sense something inexplicable in the way he looked at me, which made me keep my distance.
However, after practicing dance together for a few days, I realized he understood me very well. When he learned that my dream had been to become a
professional ballet dancer, but I hadn't been accepted into the ballet department of a dance academy, he was very supportive of my
dream. He constantly encouraged me, praising my progress and telling me I should try to join the city dance troupe as a
professional dancer. I felt admired and was inexplicably moved.
Gradually, I learned more about him: born in a rural area, he
joined the city dance troupe after graduating from school, worked hard on his own, and is now highly regarded and a leading figure in the troupe. This made me admire him even more
.
He also told me about his wife, an actress in their dance troupe. Their relationship wasn't
good; he told me about their affair—his wife was having an affair with a leader in their troupe, and they had been separated
for a long time. Seeing the sadness on his face as he spoke, I felt sorry for him and comforted him, "Try to think
positively. You still have us as friends, right?"
"Xiaoru, are you really willing to be my friend?"
he asked pitifully.
"Of course, aren't we friends now?"
I answered him earnestly.
He happily praised me, saying I was beautiful and gentle, and whoever married me would be incredibly lucky.
Gradually, my impression of him changed. Sigh, it seems judging people by first impressions isn't always the best
approach! I didn't expect him to be such a nice person; sometimes I secretly reflect on this myself.
On our first night of rehearsal, he suddenly pulled out a large bouquet of bright red roses from behind his back.
"Ah!"
I was stunned. "This…"
"Teacher Xiaoru, these are for you…"
he politely handed me the roses.
This was the first man besides my husband to give me flowers. I was flustered and awkwardly accepted the roses
. The card read, "To my dearest baby: You are my angel, you taught me to fly, to fly over
the impermanence of life, and only then did I understand that love is a treasure.
" "No, I can't accept this..."
I refused, handing the roses back to him, but my mind couldn't help but think of my husband. Husband,
how long has it been since you gave me flowers? He grabbed my hand, holding it tightly, staring into my eyes,
and said, "Xiaoru, I..."
"No, no, don't say that..."
Suddenly, I understood what he was about to say and quickly interrupted him, pulling
my hand away from his and placing the roses in his. "Don't do this, I have a husband..."
He hung his head, utterly dejected.
"We...we can still be friends."
I couldn't bear to see him so heartbroken and couldn't help but say this, unaware of the sly glint in his eyes
.
"Thank you, Xiaoru..."
He looked up at me, his face full of emotion, and suddenly stepped forward, pulling me into a tight embrace.
"Ugh, you're so annoying... what are you doing..."
Why is he taking advantage of me? I pretended to be a little angry.
He quickly released me, apologizing sheepishly, "Sorry, I got a little excited."
"Hmph! Seeing as you seem sincere, I'll let you off this time..."
I said to him haughtily, secretly a little smug.
But then, when my husband came to pick me up, he saw the bouquet of red roses. Luckily, I reacted quickly and managed to fool him
.
From that night on, a bouquet of roses was delivered to my table every day. Xiaoyun and the others would always
say enviously, "Xiaoru, your husband is so good to you!" "I'm so envious! I wish I had
a husband like that!"
Only I knew in my heart that the flowers weren't from my husband.
Gradually, during dance practice, his hands and feet began to wander. He would deliberately touch
my breasts and buttocks from time to time, and under my reproachful gaze, he would say ingratiatingly, "Xiaoru, you're so beautiful,"
"Xiaoru, you're so pretty," "Xiaoru, you dance so well."
Like a puppy trying to please its owner, he looked at me pitifully, making me unable to scold him.
Unconsciously, I gradually began to enjoy this process. At first, I just felt a little sorry for him, but slowly I
fell deeper and deeper. I began to feel especially happy with him, and time always seemed to fly by. I
also began to enjoy this feeling of being praised and fawned over, and I felt a secret
joy at my own charm. To be honest, even when my husband and I were dating, he never acted so carefully to please me.
That night, after dancing, he suddenly pulled me into his arms and kissed me on the lips.
"Mmm...mmm..."
It was so sudden, I was a little stunned. It wasn't until he kissed me for a while that I frantically pushed him away, "
Teacher Yang, what are you doing..."
"Baby, I like you..."
Teacher Yang whispered in my ear, "You're so beautiful, so cute, I love you, Xiaoru!"
Then he kissed me again.
"Mmm...mmm...mmm..."
An indescribable feeling welled up inside me, and I involuntarily opened my mouth, letting his tongue
explore my mouth: "Mmm...mmm...no...I have a husband..."
Footsteps echoed in the corridor. It was my husband, my husband had come to pick me up. I pushed him away and rushed into
the changing room.
Even after I got into the car, I could still feel my face burning red. Luckily, my husband didn't notice.
Looking at my husband, focused on driving, I felt a slight sense of guilt, a little scared, but also
a little excited.
The next evening.
After we finished dancing, Mr. Yang suddenly hugged me tightly, gazing at me with deep affection: "Baby, I really
love you to death. I would die if I didn't tell you. I only love you..."
"Mmm...mmm...you have a wife..."
A little scared, yet also expectant, I struggled weakly.
"My wife and I are separated, and we're getting a divorce soon..."
"No, I love my husband very much."
My resistance grew weaker and weaker. Husband, what should I do? Mr. Yang gently pressed his lips to mine
, and my heart pounded.
"Remember, love isn't about making us someone else's appendage, but about making us better. Love isn't
about making us humble, but about making us more confident."
He whispered in my ear.
"But...mmm...mmm..."
Soon, I lost myself in his advances, extending my tongue and letting him explore my mouth,
savoring it like honey.
"Your breasts are so big...so soft...mmm..."
He kissed me while stroking and kneading my high, firm breasts. I felt my body
go limp and my temperature rising.
"Mmm...mmm...no..."
His hand moved between my legs, pressing and rubbing against my soft stockings. I felt my
vagina already wet.
After a long while, he finally released my mouth and whispered in my ear, "Baby, you're so good, but you
should shave your pubic hair."
"Get lost, what are you saying, you bad boy!"
I scolded him feigning anger, my face flushed.
"I'm serious, ballet dancers all have to shave their pubic hair."
He smiled at me, "The official performance is the day after tomorrow, do you want me to shave you?"
"No need...I'll really get angry if you say that again!"
I shyly hit him, thinking, should I ask my husband to shave me when I get home tonight? That night,
although he didn't do anything out of line afterward, whenever I saw him smiling at me,
my heart would
pound wildly, and I'd make frequent mistakes.
My husband came to pick me up. Sitting in his car, looking at my handsome husband, I began to regret my behavior
. My husband was so gentle and considerate to me; apart from his slight cuckoldry, he was truly a perfect husband. I
couldn't betray him. Really, tomorrow, tomorrow, I had to make things clear with Teacher Yang. I couldn't
continue this ambiguous relationship.
In the morning, while chatting with my husband, I couldn't help but feel excited and accidentally mentioned
Teacher Yang again. As a result, my husband asked me with some doubt, "Wife, you don't happen to have a crush on him, do you?"
"Husband...you...what are you saying?"
I looked at my husband, feeling a little flustered. "No...no..."
Seeing my husband's somewhat gloomy expression, I said coquettishly, "Husband, what are you thinking? It's just a temporary
dance partner; we won't see each other after the dance.
" "..."
My husband remained silent, neither confirming nor denying.
"Honey, the official performance is tomorrow. We'll have our final rehearsal this afternoon. Would you like to come
?"
Seeing my husband's still grumpy face, I shook his arm and pleaded.
"Okay, okay, I'll go, I'll go, alright?"
My husband couldn't resist and finally agreed.
Sigh, my husband's in a bad mood; let's talk about shaving tomorrow.
……………………Husband's Perspective……………………
In the afternoon, I drove my wife to the school. Their rehearsal was in the school's small auditorium. Watching
the busy crowd, I felt out of place standing there leisurely.
After standing for a while and watching two performances, I got bored. I decided to go backstage to see Xiaoru
. So I got up and headed backstage.
The auditorium's backstage area was quite large, with a long corridor at the back, lined with dressing
rooms and other facilities for the performers. Looking at the people coming and going, I saw mostly students; not a single
teacher I recognized. Where was my wife? I was stumped.
Just then, a man's figure appeared in the corridor. Huh? Isn't that Mr. Yang, the teacher who dances with Xiaoru
? For some reason, I didn't want him to see me, so I slipped to the side.
I saw him walk to the door of a dressing room, knock, and the door open. He said a few words inside, and
a woman came out. Ah? Isn't that my wife, Xiaoru? The two of them stood in the doorway and whispered
something to each other. I was about to go upstairs when I saw them turn and walk towards
the end of the corridor, disappearing at the end.
Hmm? I immediately followed, and when I reached the end, I saw a staircase leading downwards. It turned out this led
to the basement. I was filled with doubt. The show was about to start, what was my wife doing down there with him? I
went down the stairs and saw that the layout was the same as the upstairs: a corridor with small rooms on both sides.
Each room had a long, narrow window in the upper part, above the outside ground level, and dim light shone through the windows
into the room. Unlike the corridor above, the basement corridor was filled with all sorts of miscellaneous items.
Hmm? Where did they go? The basement rooms weren't locked, and they were filled with props, costumes,
sets, and so on. I checked each room one by one.
Just then, I heard a man and woman talking from one of the rooms in front. I tiptoed over and followed the sound
. The voices were coming from a room on the left, behind a pile of costumes. I quietly went behind the clothes rack and
peeked inside.
Through the dim light streaming in through the small window, I saw my wife standing
there, looking beautiful in a white halter-neck ballet costume. The bodice was very tight, revealing most of her two fair breasts,
pressed together to form a deep cleavage. Beneath the puffy skirt were her long, slender legs in white pantyhose.
Her face was lightly made up, her eyebrows were delicately arched, and her face was as beautiful as a flower. She was so stunning.
Damn it, that male teacher was holding Xiaoru's hand and saying something to her.
"Xiaoru, please, the show is about to start..."
Knowing the show was about to begin, why did he drag my wife here? "No...no..."
Xiaoru pouted, her face flushed.
Huh, why is my wife's face so red? "Please, my dear Xiaoru, my darling, my little sister..."
"..."
Xiaoru blushed and didn't speak.
Damn it, so shameless, even calling him "darling" and "little sister"! What is he trying to do? I'm getting more and more
curious.
"Look, it's so big, how will it go on stage?"
He said, pulling Xiaoru's hand to his crotch.
"Ah..."
Xiaoru cried out in surprise, pulling her hand back. His crotch was already bulging.
"Help me get it out, okay?"
he pleaded, "Male ballet dancers have to get it out before going on stage, otherwise
it's embarrassing to have a reaction while dancing.
" "Then...no..."
Xiaoru's expression became hesitant.
"Besides, in our troupe, the female dancers help the male dancers get it out before going on stage, it's
normal, nothing to worry about."
Seeing Xiaoru hesitate, he pulled down his pants, revealing his penis: "Look
, it's so big!"
Ah! No wonder he said he couldn't go on stage until it was finished; his penis was long and thick, easily twenty
centimeters long, with a dark purple glans the size of a duck egg.
"Ah!..."
Xiaoru turned her face away shyly: "What are you doing? Put it back on..."
"Good sister, just a couple of times, it'll be quick, it'll be fine once it's done."
He pleaded pitifully with his wife while grabbing her small hand and placing it on his penis.
"Then...then..."
Xiaoru refused shyly, but her hand was forcefully gripped by the man's hands, and
an expression of undisguised surprise appeared on her face. Ah! "So thick, so big..."
the man pleaded, "Baby, please, just once, okay?" Fuck you!
You brought my wife here and expect her to give you a handjob? My wife definitely won't agree! Seeing
this, I angrily wanted to go out and pull them apart, but what I saw was like a bucket of cold water poured over my head
, leaving me standing there dumbfounded.
Xiaoru lowered her head shyly and finally agreed, "Just, just this once..."
"Okay, okay, hurry up, I can't take it anymore."
The man's face showed a smug expression.
Xiaoru actually squatted down, tightly gripping the man's penis with her small hands, looking closely at his huge
cock, and exclaimed, "So big, um, so hot..."
As she spoke, her soft hands began to gently stroke his penis back and forth, occasionally pinching his
glans with her nails.
"Ah...ah...so good..."
the man murmured.
After a few minutes of stroking, the man still showed no signs of ejaculating. "Ugh... my hand is getting sore..." Xiaoru
pouted and waved her wrist.
"Help me... suck... baby, help me suck it."
The man pressed his advantage, saying, "It's almost time for my turn..."
No, wife, I can't listen to him! I cried out in my heart, but my body felt paralyzed,
unable to move.
My wife stared at the bluish-black penis in front of her for a while, then sighed hesitantly, "Sigh... you're getting
off easy..."
Xiaoru stuck out her tongue and began licking the man's purplish-black glans like she was licking an ice cream cone, her tongue
circling around it.
"So good... don't just lick... suck the whole glans into your mouth..."
the man said, gently stroking his wife's cheek.
Hearing this, Xiaoru obediently sucked the man's glans into her mouth, swallowed and released a couple of times, let out a deep breath,
and then surprisingly lowered her head and took the entire penis into her mouth, looking up at the man with resentful eyes.
Unbelievable! My wife was actually giving him a deep throat! I was completely stunned. His 20-centimeter-long penis
was completely inside her mouth, making her cheeks bulge. My wife
was so obedient to him; it seemed their relationship… My heart turned to
ice, a wave of sadness washing over me.
“Ugh…you slut…you took the whole thing in before I even asked…I really want to show you…husband,
how slutty you are…”
The man was aroused by Xiaoru’s actions and gaze, moaning with pleasure.
“What are you saying…you’re so annoying…”
Xiaoru spat out his penis, giving him a shy glance,
a thin strand of saliva still connecting her lips and glans.
"Faster...faster...keep going...ah...ah..."
With that, the man lifted his wife's head with one hand, and with the other, he gripped his penis and shoved it
into her slightly parted red lips. Then, holding her head with both hands, he rapidly shook his hips, causing his
thick, purplish-black penis to thrust in and out of her mouth.
"Mmm...mmm...mmm..."
His wife made continuous "mmm" sounds as the man's purplish-black penis moved in and out,
indicating that each thrust penetrated deep into her throat.
"Mmm...oh...mmm...um..."
At this moment, his wife increased the speed of her swallowing and made seductive sounds.
Suddenly, the man
cried out "Oh!", his whole body trembling. His wife also made "mmm...oh...gurgle..."
sounds, as if he had ejaculated into her mouth.
The man slowly pulled his penis out of his wife's mouth, but he hadn't finished ejaculating.
Several spurts of semen sprayed onto his wife's forehead and face, and a little semen splashed onto her hair.
The wife slumped onto the prop box beside her, her red lips parted as she gasped for breath. Thick, milky-
white semen dripped from the corners of her mouth, covering her made-up face
.
"Come on, lick it clean."
The man offered his semi-erect penis to his wife. Panting,
she looked at him with pitiful eyes, hesitated for a moment, then stuck out her tongue and licked the semen off his glans.
"Oh dear, you've got it all over my face, I'm about to go on stage!"
Xiaoru complained, wiping the semen off her face.
"Baby, don't move, let me take a good look at you."
The man said, reaching for my wife.
"Oh, what are you doing?"
my wife protested, swatting away his hand that was reaching for her genitals. "Don't move, how can I go on
stage if it's wet?"
"Hey, honey, you need to shave your pubic hair. Why haven't you shaved it yet? You're officially performing tomorrow.
" "Do I really have to shave it?"
"Of course, otherwise it'll show and look awful."
He pointed to his wife's genitals as he spoke, "Don't believe me? Take a look."
Xiaoru looked down and saw that because of her ballet training, she was wearing a flesh-colored thong, and sure enough,
her pubic hair was peeking out through her white pantyhose.
"Ah!"
Xiaoru exclaimed, punching the man with her fist. "You jerk, you bad
boy! You saw it but didn't say so! You made me..."
The man leered, "Want me to shave it for you?"
"Get lost..."
His wife lowered her head, a little embarrassed.
The man leaned down and whispered a few words in Xiaoru's ear. Xiaoru's face
flushed red, and she nodded almost imperceptibly.
I only heard the words "tomorrow," "still," and "here,"
but I'm sure I understood the general meaning—the adulterous couple! Damn it, I even
sarcastically told Xiaoru that other people's wives were about to run off with someone else; it seems my wife is the one about to run off with someone else! I'm
the biggest idiot in the world! "Let's go, it's about to start, I still need to touch up my makeup,"
Xiaoru urged.
Urged on by his wife, the two of them hurriedly packed up and left the basement.
Before I knew it, I found my stiff body regaining its mobility. Taking advantage of a moment when no one was looking, I quickly
came out from backstage, waiting for the show to begin, my heart filled with trepidation.
To the deep, melodious sound of the cello, Xiaoru's performance began. His wife's graceful figure
moved with perfect balance, showcasing the slender and beautiful female form to the music. The audience was captivated
, immersed in the beautiful colors, moved by the artistic atmosphere of the dance.
As my wife finished her graceful dance, her bowing and backbend as she took her final bow brought us back to reality.
The teachers and students in the audience applauded and praised her enthusiastically, and my wife's face radiated satisfaction and enjoyment.
"Xiaoru, that was fantastic!"
"Sister Ru, you danced so well..."
Seeing my wife emerge from backstage after changing,
her face beaming with joy as everyone who greeted her praised her.
"Honey, you danced so beautifully!"
I exclaimed as I approached her.
"Honey, thank you..."
Xiaoru said happily, "It's all thanks to Teacher Yang's excellent teaching."
Seeing my sudden somber expression, Xiaoru realized she might have said something wrong.
Once in the car, we both fell silent.
My heart was heavy. My wife's behavior had deviated from my expectations, and I didn't want anything to get
out of control, much less harm to her. After all, I deeply loved my wife.
"Honey, I went backstage to look for you, but I couldn't find you."
I still held onto a sliver of hope that she would tell me everything that had happened.
Xiaoru's face flushed slightly, and after a moment's hesitation, she said, "Maybe I went to the restroom."
"Honey, are you hiding something from me?"
I asked, forcing a smile and speaking in a lighthearted tone.
"No, no,"
my wife forced a smile, "Honey, why would I hide anything from you?"
"That's good."
I sighed, my heart growing heavier. I couldn't force her to ask; that would only push her further
away.
"..."
Xiaoru remained silent.
I felt as if an invisible barrier had quietly formed between us.
That night, Xiaoru climbed into bed: "Honey, feel it, I shaved it all clean."
It turned out she had secretly shaved her pubic hair in the bathroom.
"Wife, why did you suddenly decide to shave?"
I touched my wife's soft labia.
"It's just... I wanted you to see..."
my wife said shyly, looking at me expectantly.
"Is it because you need to shave for ballet?"
I probably still hoped my wife would tell me the truth, but my mind kept replaying
the scene that happened in the basement that afternoon, and I unconsciously uttered those words.
"Oh... no... no, it's just... I wanted my husband to see... how beautiful I am."
Xiaoru said somewhat flusteredly.
"Oh..."
I replied faintly, a little disappointed, my burgeoning desire gradually subsiding.
"Honey, why is it soft..."
Xiaoru asked me, holding my penis in confusion.
"Oh, honey, I'm a little tired,"
I hugged Xiaoru, "Go to sleep early, the performance is tomorrow, you have to get up early!"
"We... haven't done it for a week..."
My wife's face showed a hint of resentment.
"I've been too busy these past two days, how about you wait until you're less busy? Goodnight, honey."
"Oh, goodnight, honey."
Xiaoru's tone carried a hint of disappointment.
That night, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. I started to worry about what would happen if I lost Xiaoru. I loved her so much.
Cuckolding was just a hobby, it didn't mean I had to give my beloved wife away. It seemed they hadn't reached the final
step yet. How could I win her back? My head was foggy, and I finally fell asleep in the middle of the night.
……………………Xiaoru's perspective…………………………
In the afternoon, my husband drove me to school. I told him to watch the show outside while I went backstage to change
clothes and put on makeup.
Suddenly, Teacher Yang opened the door and called to me, "Xiaoru, come out for a moment, I need to talk to you about something." I
went out
and asked , "Teacher Yang, what is it?"
"Um…it's not convenient to talk here, come with me…"
Teacher Yang said, and walked towards the end of the corridor.
"Huh?"
I looked around at the actors coming and going, and followed.
The end of the corridor led to the basement stairs. Huh? Why did Teacher Yang want me to come to the basement? Before I could figure it out,
Teacher Yang grabbed my hand and firmly pulled me towards the basement.
"Teacher Yang, what are you doing? The performance is about to start."
I followed him involuntarily deeper into the basement.
In a room, he stopped, faced me, took my hand, and said with a troubled expression,
"Xiaoru, I want…I want…"
"Teacher Yang, what do you want…?"
I asked, confused.
"I want to ask you for a favor."
"What favor? I'll definitely help you if I can!"
I said firmly.
"Well, you said it yourself, so you can definitely help me get it out.
" "Huh?"
I didn't understand at first. "Get what out?"
"It's this,"
he pointed to his crotch with one finger. "Look, we're about to go on stage, and it's up."
"Ah! No...no..."
I blushed deeply.
"Xiaoru, please, the show is about to start..."
"No...no..."
I was too embarrassed to refuse forcefully, so I pouted, my face flushed.
"Please, my dear Xiaoru, my sweetheart, my little sister..."
"..."
I blushed and didn't say anything.
Oh dear, Mr. Yang really is something, suddenly making such a request, how is a girl supposed to answer!
"Look, it's so big, how am I going to go on stage?"
As he spoke, he pulled my hand and placed it on his crotch.
"Ah..."
I cried out in surprise and pulled my hand back. How could his thing be so big?
"Please help me get it out, okay?"
he pleaded. "Besides, male ballet dancers have to get it up before going on stage, otherwise it's
really embarrassing to have an arousal while dancing.
" "Well... no way..."
I hesitated.
"Besides, in our dance troupe, it's the female dancers who help the male dancers get it done. It's normal, nothing special.
" Huh? He made it sound plausible. For the performance, just this one thing, the female dancers help the male dancers
get it done, and I'd help him… Actually…
He noticed my hesitation, pulled down his pants, and revealed his penis: "Look,
it's so big!"
Ah! No wonder he said he couldn't go on stage without it done. His penis was long and thick, easily twenty
centimeters long, and the dark purple glans was the size of a duck egg.
"Ah!…"
I turned my face away in embarrassment: "What are you doing?
Put it back on…" "Good girl, just a couple of times, it'll be fine after that."
He pleaded pitifully, grabbing my hand and placing it on his penis.
It's so big! The performance is about to start, so maybe, maybe I should help him this once? "Then...then
..."
My hands were gripped tightly by the man's hands, his penis was so thick and big, I couldn't help but
say shyly, "Just this once..."
"Okay, okay, hurry up, I can't take it anymore."
I squatted down, tightly gripping the man's penis with my small hands, gently stroking it back and forth, occasionally
pinching his glans lightly with my nails.
"Ah...ah...so good..."
the man groaned softly.
After stroking for a few minutes, the man still showed no signs of ejaculating, "Ouch...my hands are getting sore..."
I shook my wrist.
"Help me...suck...baby, help me suck it."
Staring at the dark blue penis in front of me for a while, I was torn. I couldn't betray my
husband, but... "It's almost time for my turn..."
the man said.
Sigh! If I don't help him come, the performance will be... well, just this once! "Oh...you got off easy
..."
I opened my mouth and sucked the man's glans into it, starting to swallow and spit it out. A sense of guilt towards my husband
gradually grew in my heart... "Faster...faster...ah...ah..."
The man grabbed my head with both hands, shaking his hips rapidly, his thick, purplish-black penis
thrusting in and out of my mouth.
Suddenly, the man let out an "Oh," his whole body trembling, and he ejaculated into my mouth.
"Glug...glug..."
I kept swallowing the man's semen. Oh dear! There was so much that it overflowed from the corners of my mouth.
Looking at his satisfied expression after ejaculating, and remembering that my husband was still outside waiting foolishly for my show to go on stage, my
mood inexplicably became somewhat heavy.
The man slowly pulled his penis out of my mouth, but he hadn't finished ejaculating yet.
Several spurts of semen sprayed onto my forehead and face, and a little semen splashed onto my hair.
"Oh dear, you've got my face all over, and I'm about to go on stage."
I grumbled at the man while wiping the semen off my face.
"Baby, don't move, let me take a good look at you."
He said, reaching out to hug me.
"Ouch, what are you doing?"
I complained, swatting away his hand that was reaching for my genitals. "Don't move, how can I go on stage if you get wet?"
"Hey, baby, I told you to shave your pubic hair, why haven't you shaved it yet? We're going to perform tomorrow.
" "Do I really have to shave?"
Humph! It's all because of you, my husband was in a bad mood, that's why I didn't shave last night.
"Of course, otherwise the pubic hair will show, it'll look awful."
He said, pointing to my genitals. "Don't believe me? Look ."
I looked down and, because of ballet, I was wearing a flesh-colored thong, and sure enough,
the mischievous pubic hair was already peeking out through my white pantyhose.
"Ugh! You jerk!"
I exclaimed, punching the man lightly. "You saw it but didn't say so sooner, you made me..."
"Do you want me to help you shave?"
"Get lost..."
I lowered my head, a little embarrassed.
The man leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Then let's come back here tomorrow before the official performance, and you can get
it done for me again, okay?"
Huh? You jerk! I knew one time wouldn't be enough for you, but... should I say yes...? My face
flushed
red, and I finally nodded almost imperceptibly.
The rehearsal performance was a great success. I changed out of my costume and walked out from backstage.
"Xiaoru, that was amazing!" "
Sister Ru, you danced so well..."
Everyone who greeted me along the way kept praising me. I felt so happy, all thanks to Teacher Yang's
excellent teaching.
"Wife, you danced so beautifully!"
My husband saw me and came up to praise me.
"Honey,"
I said happily, "It's all thanks to Teacher Yang's excellent teaching."
Seeing my husband's suddenly darkening face, oh dear, I said the wrong thing! Once in the car, we both fell silent
.
Suddenly, my husband asked, "Honey, I went backstage to look for you, but I couldn't find you."
Huh? What did he mean by that? Had he discovered something? I hesitated for a moment and said, "Maybe
I went to the restroom."
"Honey, are you hiding something from me?"
My husband turned and stared at me.
"No, no, honey, why would I hide anything from you?"
I felt a little panicked.
"That's good."
Had my husband really discovered something? I remained silent.
My husband had made a promise to me that for my safety, the cuckolding must be under his control. If I were to be
cuckolded by someone else, I absolutely couldn't hide it from him. But… but, letting other men cuckold me was just to satisfy
my husband's perverted desires. Although I had cooperated a little with him in the cuckolding, I myself…
No…besides, Teacher Yang really likes me; he's pursuing me. This isn't cuckoldry, so not telling my husband
doesn't break our agreement, right? That's it! That's how it is!
That night, thinking about how busy my husband had been lately, and how I'd been busy with dance practice every day,
coming home late and exhausted, it had been over ten days since we'd had proper sex. He must be itching for it too.
Let me tempt him! I secretly shaved my pubic hair in the bathroom and climbed into bed:
“Honey, feel it, I shaved it all clean.”
Hehe, sure enough, my husband's penis immediately stood up.
“Wife, why did you suddenly decide to shave?”
My husband touched my smooth mound. “Is it because ballet requires shaving?”
Why would my husband ask that? I stammered, “Um…no…no, it's just…
I wanted my husband to see…how beautiful it is.”
“Oh…”
my husband responded casually.
Huh? Why did my husband's penis, which was just rock hard, suddenly go soft? "Honey, why is it soft
..."
I asked him, holding his penis in confusion.
"Oh, I'm a little tired,"
he hugged me. "Go to sleep early. The performance is tomorrow, and you have to get up early!"
"Okay, goodnight, honey."
I was a little disappointed. Shaving had made me so wet; I really wanted my husband to pin me down and give me a good
fucking! "Goodnight, wife."
This morning, I said goodbye to my husband. I kept thinking about our promise with Teacher Yang, feeling both anxious and
uneasy, afraid he would make some inappropriate demands again. What if he did?

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