A respectable young woman tries prostitution for the first time.

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The sensation of flesh writhing beneath me was so exquisite. I passionately kissed Junjun's moist, red lips, while kneading her tender breasts. Listening to her alluring moans, my mind habitually conjured up images of myself as the man who usually craved her but never had the chance. I don't know when it started, but this fantasy became the best stimulation during sex with my wife. I fantasized about one of those men finally succeeding, getting my wife into bed, half-coaxing, half-forcing her to take her virginity amidst her desperate pleas. I fantasized about him pinning my trembling wife down, ignoring her feeble protests, his enormous penis thrusting into her pure vagina, wantonly venting on her body, ejaculating into her womb again and again… At this moment, my wife would close her eyes tightly, imagining being violated by that man, calling out his name in a wanton, seductive voice, begging for his conquest.

My wife's clients and bosses were frequent subjects of our fantasies, as were my friends, doctors at the hospital, and so on. But today my imagination is richer than usual. I want her to wear the sexy short skirt I bought for her, go to a bar to accompany someone drinking, let strange, lewd men rub her body, lick her neck, and finally stuff dirty two hundred yuan between her breasts. Thinking about this, I was extremely excited. My lips and tongue left her earlobe, and I whispered in her ear as if in a dream, "Wife, how about I take you out to sell yourself?" My wife, aroused by my caresses, chuckled, "Are you willing to do that?"

"That's why it's so exciting... I won't sell myself... I'll just let them take advantage of me..."

"Do you want to see me being touched?"

"Yes, watching you have your breasts and butt touched by strangers, being touched all over your body for two hundred yuan..."

"Oh... what if he wants to do it?"

"Then we'll ask for a high price... three thousand yuan..."

"What if he's willing to pay?"

"Then let him do it."

"You're bad! You'll let someone do your wife for three thousand yuan!"

"That's a lot of money... Besides, I want to see it..."

"They definitely won't let you see it."

"Then I'll listen at the door. Don't you have a lot of rich clients who want to do you? Are they willing to pay three thousand?"

"Definitely... Okay, husband, you just stand at the door and collect the money, let them line up and come in one by one to do me, treat me like a bitch and vent on me!"

“臭婊子！”我听得好爽，顺便扇了她一个耳光。

“噢打我！把我当婊子一样干！”

君君美丽的脸庞上因为那一巴掌泛起红潮，却让她更兴奋了。我不客气地边干边揍她，并不时加以辱骂，甚至在她脸上吐口水，她叫得越发响了。女人真是有被虐爱好的动物，好在我也喜欢这样的感觉，特别有征服的快感。那晚象平时一样，我搞了她大约一个小时，最后在她耳边吼叫着得到了无比的发泄。

幻想是一回事，具体实施又是另一回事。可能每个有绿帽情结的男子都会有这样的困惑吧。想象老婆在别人怀里是如此刺激，可若真的发生，看见自己的娇妻被人玩弄，是否真的会是快感大过嫉妒？我也不知道。就是怀着这样忐忑的心情，我跟老婆筹划起来。 Her biggest concern wasn't being played by other men, but rather being seen by acquaintances. Women are so fickle and self-deceiving. She suggested going to another city for a wilder experience, but I was afraid of being unfamiliar with the place, especially a place like a dance hall—a mixed bag of people, with no guarantee of safety. So, in the end, we decided to stay in Shanghai and go to a dance hall called YY. It had been popular for a while, but Shanghainese are always fickle, and now very few of my friends go there. I knew the going rate; two or three hundred yuan was enough to sit and touch as much as you wanted. The plan was set, and all that was left was to wait for the right opportunity.

All of Saturday, Junjun was a bit absent-minded, as if thinking about what was going to happen that night, both embarrassed and excited. I saw this and felt excited too, like a child going on a school field trip. After dinner, my wife went inside to change as planned. I wanted to follow her in to see what she was wearing, but she pushed me out with a smile. After waiting and waiting, the door finally opened halfway, revealing half of my wife's body and a flushed face. Her carefully made-up face had sparkling eyes and slightly parted lips. She wore a strapless, midriff-baring tube top with a sheer scarf draped over it, revealing glimpses of her partially exposed breasts; a tight-fitting, low-cut mini-skirt with a slit at the side, exposing her thighs to a height normally unseen by others. Her smooth, long legs were bare of stockings, adorned with four-inch black strappy sandals that revealed her shapely toes. Even I, who knew every inch of her body intimately, couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, my lower body stirring with desire. My wife asked somewhat guiltily, "Isn't this too revealing?" I knew tonight's game wasn't just for me; it was also a rare opportunity for her to turn her sexual fantasies into reality. Her attire was entirely based on her own fantasies, but out of female modesty and insecurity, she needed a man's affirmation and support. I kept saying how beautiful and sexy she was, and since she was going to dress like a prostitute, she should dress like one. After much urging, Junjun finally made up her mind, but she insisted on waiting until dark before going out. Fine, I didn't want to be too conspicuous on the street.

It was summer, and by the time it was completely dark, it was already past nine o'clock. My wife, unable to resist my increasingly impatient urging, finally bravely stepped out of the house. As soon as she stepped out, she ran into Uncle Chen from upstairs returning home. Uncle Chen was in his early fifties, widowed for many years, with an only unmarried son. His biggest hobby was playing mahjong, and it seemed he was about to have another fierce battle. Wearing a ripped t-shirt and shorts, he was panting as he climbed the third floor, fanning himself with a palm leaf fan. Looking up, he saw Junjun's beautiful legs gracefully descending the stairs. From below, he could vaguely see black under her super-short skirt, but he couldn't tell if it was black underwear or nothing at all. Her silk scarf revealed most of her breasts, with a clear cleavage visible in the middle. Mr. Chen, who had never seen my wife so exposed before, gaped in astonishment

. Junjun blushed instantly, quickly said goodbye, and pulled me away hastily. As we approached the corner, I glanced back and thought I caught a glimpse of Mr. Chen's face. In the taxi, my wife hugged me tightly and whispered in my ear, "I was so embarrassed! What are we going to do?" I knew she was referring to Mr. Chen seeing us. Although I was a little nervous, the thought of his expression also excited me, so I softly replied, "What's the big deal? I think it's hilarious. Look at Mr. Chen's expression, he looks like he's drooling! He has nowhere to release his pent-up desire, he's definitely going to be masturbating tonight." Junjun laughed at my comment and stopped thinking about it.

As we approached YY, I asked the driver to drop me off first, as I didn't want anyone to see us going in together, and I planned to stroll in slowly. The summer night air was filled with unease and restlessness. The women walking in my direction were all scantily clad, which stirred my emotions. Entering the YY lobby, I could already faintly hear the deafening music from upstairs. It seemed as if I was being watched by numerous staff members as I walked up to the second floor, though I think that was just my guilty imagination. Even before entering the dance hall, the constant flow of people at the entrance told you what kind of place it was. All sorts of men and women were dressed in bizarre and outlandish ways; some were checking their bags, some were waiting for others, and there were always some wandering around, glancing around aimlessly, their destination unclear. As I entered, the loud music vibrated beneath my feet, and the lights from the dance floor to the left flooded every corner of the hall. Just as I was about to head to the bar to see where Junjun was, a sweet, cloying voice rang in my ear, "Sir, are you here alone?" I turned around and saw a heavily made-up woman standing beside me. She was fairly attractive, and while her smile had a professional edge, it wasn't unpleasant. She wore a thin-strapped tank top, her full breasts bulging, practically bursting out. Her cropped trousers clung tightly to her ample hips and thighs, the thin fabric seemingly unable to conceal the burgeoning sensuality beneath. "These are pretty good looks in YY," I thought. Noticing my gaze and apparent hesitation, she smiled even more charmingly, placing one hand on my arm and unconsciously rubbing her breast against my upper arm twice, saying, "Shall we sit down and have a drink?" I took the opportunity to press my arm against her chest, saying, "Sure, you sit here for a bit, I'll come back for you after I've circled around." A flicker of unease crossed her face, as if she feared her half-cooked pig's head would turn yellow, but then I pulled out my wallet, took out a fifty-yuan note, and gave it to her. Her eyes immediately lit up, even the glaring lights around us momentarily dimmed. "Go buy yourself a drink and sit down to wait for me," I said. Her gaze followed my wallet into my pocket, reluctantly and absentmindedly forcing herself to look back at my face, then sweetly agreed.

The bar was mostly full, but I shouldn't have trouble finding her. However, after circling around, I couldn't find Junjun. How could this be? We agreed to wait here, I thought irritably. She probably went to the restroom. I pulled out my phone and dialed the number, "Temporarily unavailable..." Damn it, another five minutes passed, and Junjun still hadn't appeared. Could it be...? I rushed to the "private booths," casually glancing around in the dim light. Pairs of shadowy figures huddled in the dark corners, never quite seeing the man's hands (at most, just one). Oh, there seemed to be an exception... Wait, wasn't that my wife? The glance she gave me confirmed my suspicions. Her expression held a mix of resentment, wantonness, and embarrassment, all mixed with a somewhat mechanical smile, leaving me unsure what to feel. She was very obedient, saving me a seat. Thinking this, I walked to a sofa behind her and gestured for a strong drink. A short while later, Mimi was already sitting in my lap, her full, firm buttocks pressing against my half-erect penis through the thin fabric, her upper body languidly leaning against me. Not far away, Junjun was already half-lying on top of that middle-aged man in the same position—after seeing the woman beside me, she seemed to have completely abandoned any semblance of modesty. Her silk scarf was nowhere to be found, and from sitting for so long, her already short and elastic miniskirt could no longer cover the bottom of her white, fleshy buttocks. I watched as the strange man held my wife of three years in his arms, teasingly caressing her breasts through her clothes with one hand, while the other hand rubbed her exposed thighs. A fire burned in my stomach, as if I were about to vomit blood, though I didn't know what vomiting blood felt like. I saw the man's hand rise higher and higher, suddenly disappearing completely into her black miniskirt. Junjun's body trembled, one hand seemingly instinctively moving down to stop his actions, but it froze in mid-air, then awkwardly returned to its original position, her chin slightly raised, her lips half-open, and her chest rising and falling noticeably. I watched him caress my wife's most private parts with abandon, imagining his nimble fingers parting her thong, the rotation on her clitoris driving her wild. With the help of alcohol, anger, shame, and pleasure mingled in my mind, and I felt like I was about to burst. My hand instinctively slipped under Mimi's vest and grabbed her left breast, eliciting a soft "oh" from her, her voice more of pain than surprise. The full, elastic flesh gave me a sense of cathartic release, and I ignored Mimi's moans of dissatisfaction as I kneaded it forcefully. Mimi's breasts were bigger than my wife's, and they felt great to touch, but my mind was completely on my wife. I saw the man whisper something in Junjun's ear; she shook her head, but suddenly became anxious. The man smiled and said something else to her, his hand moving again. This time, Junjun lifted her buttocks, seemingly to facilitate his actions. I heard Mimi chuckle beside me, turning halfway to whisper, "Hehe, look! That woman's taking off her panties!" We watched as Junjun, in the most inconspicuous way, pulled a small black piece of fabric from under her skirt past her toes, squeezing it into a ball in her palm. I forced myself to remain calm and said, "This woman is so sexy! Do you know her?" Mimi replied, "No, she's probably new." I thought to myself, "It would be strange if I knew her, she's my wife!" Seeing me staring intently at Junjun, Mimi reluctantly pinched my penis and exclaimed dramatically, "Wow, look how intently she's watching!" I smiled and reached my other hand towards her inner thigh.

At that moment, one of the man's hands disappeared again under Junjun's skirt, while the other hand also disappeared mostly under her tube-shaped top. What should have been the curves of her breasts was now only visible as one hand fluttering about. Suddenly, something unexpected happened. Without warning, his hand abruptly pulled down my wife's shirt, completely exposing her left breast, and most of her right breast was also exposed. She tried to push him away and pull her shirt up, but in that brief moment, in the shadows where probably only a few of us could see, my wife's breasts were completely exposed, right in front of the hundreds of people in the dance hall. I was stunned, and even Mimi was dumbfounded. I saw my wife turn around and slap him across the face. The man paused for a moment, then laughed, ignoring her struggles, and pulled her back into his arms. Junjun struggled for a while, then stopped moving.

A short while later, Junjun seemed to get up to go to the restroom, and I excused myself and followed her. We walked one after the other into a dark, deserted corner. Junjun turned around and threw herself into my arms, sobbing. I quickly asked what was wrong, and she said that the man had bullied her. I said that no one saw it, so it was okay. Seeing that I wasn't angry, she seemed relieved and asked if I missed her. Then, she asked jealously about Mimi's situation. To make her feel more comfortable, I embellished the story. Sure enough, after a few seconds of silence, she lowered her head and said bravely, "Honey, he wants it." I looked at her in surprise and asked, "To bed?" She hummed in agreement. "I said I wouldn't do it, and he said to name a price. I just casually said three thousand, and I didn't expect him to agree." My heart sank, and I didn't know what to say. Junjun spoke up, "I know you definitely won't agree... Let's go home." I was a little doubtful and looked up to ask, "Then are you willing?" Junjun lowered her head and said, "Haven't you always wanted to see it?" I looked at her, knowing that the moment I had been waiting for had finally arrived. If I said yes, my wife would sell her pure body to a stranger, allowing him to vent and enjoy it at will. But... do I really want to do that? Is such a sexual fantasy something that should be realized? It would undoubtedly be very exciting, I know, it would definitely drive me crazy, but what if the excessive stimulation made me lose interest in normal sex forever? What impact would selling my wife have on our marriage? A wicked thought crossed my mind again, "Three thousand yuan, just once, cleaned up afterward, wouldn't it be like nothing happened? A few times a month would be a great help to our lives..."

I was lost.

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

As I spoke, I looked at Junjun's beautiful face, hoping to glean something from her expression. And indeed, I heard a soft exhale, as if she had felt relieved, yet also a little empty and disappointed.

I quickly dismissed Mimi with a few words, not forgetting to slip two large bills between her ample breasts. Mimi realized she wouldn't earn more by staying any longer, so she happily went off to her second round of business, sweetly telling me to come back another time. My wife, however, wasn't so lucky. The man was clearly unhappy, which was understandable; a wealthy man who could afford three thousand a time usually had people doing things his way. They were discussing something, but Junjun kept shaking her head, her eyes lowered as if she couldn't look him in the eye. Finally, he gave up, angrily tossing several bills at her, one falling to the ground. Junjun stared at the bill for a full three seconds before bending down to pick it up. When I saw her face again, she was biting her lip, looking like she was about to cry. That innocent look reminded me of when she was the girl I was pursuing, dressed as a prostitute—I think that was the sexiest sight I'd ever seen.

The two walked towards the door, one after the other. I felt a huge weight lifted from my shoulders, and thinking about what I had just seen and what might have happened, I was eager to vent. She had worked hard tonight; I would definitely make it up to her when we got home. A smile involuntarily crept onto my lips. Suddenly, Junjun, who was walking ahead, stopped as if someone had blocked her path. In an instant, my brain made a decision that I admired even myself for: I continued walking as if I hadn't seen anything, but my eyes glanced casually and saw that two young men had stopped her. One of them looked somewhat familiar, but I couldn't remember where I had seen him before. I made sure I was out of their sight before going around to their backs, trying to hear what they were saying amidst the loud music, but of course, it was futile. But I saw Junjun's expression—the despair of someone caught red-handed doing something wrong. My heart sank; I realized what had happened—these two men must be acquaintances of my wife, and they had very likely seen what she had just done. Judging from their demeanor, they were definitely trying to intimidate and blackmail my wife. My brain raced, but I couldn't come up with a solution. Just as I hesitated, two young men, one on each side, "escorted" Junjun

out the door, and I had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow behind at a distance. Fortunately, they didn't call a taxi; instead, they headed towards a restaurant near YY. Suddenly, an idea struck me, and I dialed Junjun's number. After a few rings, I heard her say "Hello," her voice trembling violently.

"Are those two people acquaintances of yours?"

"Yes.

" "Where are you going now?"

"..."

I cursed myself for being an idiot; of course, she couldn't answer that question.

"Are they threatening you?"

"Yes."

"Do they want money or you?"

"...In the second drawer."

If it weren't for this situation, I almost burst out laughing.

"I'll follow you. Pretend to hang up the phone so I can listen for any sounds."

"Okay... um... goodbye."

With a keystroke and a rustling sound, I finally heard their conversation.

"Who is it?"

"My husband."

"Does your husband know you're out like this?"

"No...no."

"What are you doing?"

"I said I'm having a late-night snack."

"Haha, your husband is so easy to fool."

"Yeah, but his wife is about to become our late-night snack, haha."

Two male voices burst into laughter, igniting my anger.

By this time, the three of them had walked to the back of the restaurant, winding their way to a dark corner. On one side was a mottled high wall, and on the other side were piles of wooden crates and miscellaneous items. Only from the corner where I was hiding could I see inside. I heard one of them say, "How about it, not bad here, right?"

"You know this place well, haven't you?"

"Of course, I've slept with at least half a dozen women here!"

"Alright, alright, stop bragging, how...how do we do this?"

"Strip her and let me have my fun first."

As he spoke, the larger of the two grabbed Junjun from behind and pulled her into his arms, tearing off her top with one hand. Junjun let out a cry of pain, but her struggles seemed so futile. Her bare breasts were barely visible in the darkness, but they struck me like a thunderbolt.

"Stop pretending to be virtuous! You were selling yourself just now!" another man laughed and cursed, grabbing one of the fat man's unnoticed breasts.

"You know, when I saw her at work, she was like a princess, completely ignoring someone like me. Who would have thought she was two-faced? A princess by day, a whore by night."

Now I finally remembered—this fat man was Junjun's former driver, who had once driven her. Junjun had never liked him, considering him vulgar and uncultured. How could she have imagined that years later, she would be helplessly violated by him in public?

The two young men continued their assault, stripping Junjun naked and sandwiching her like a sandwich, kissing and groping her wildly. Their four hands roughly kneaded and ravaged my wife's innocent body, her breasts and vulva contorted and twisted in their clutches, causing her to writhe and try to escape, but with nowhere to run. This scene, accompanied by my wife's short, hoarse moans coming through the phone, made me feel like I was on a rollercoaster, plummeting from the peak to the bottom – a strange feeling, a mix of despair, terror, excitement, and anticipation. I could hear my heart pounding against my chest with an intensity I'd never felt before, almost making me faint. A voice screamed anxiously in my head, "Let go, you bastards!"

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

As if hearing my cries, the fat man pulled down his pants, revealing his weapon, bent his legs slightly, and forcefully thrust one hand into Junjun's pale, naked buttocks. Junjun cried out in terror, hurriedly saying, "No! You promised you wouldn't do this!"

She frantically tried to push the fat man away, but the two men, caught up in their excitement, weren't about to let her go. The skinny man grabbed Junjun's arms, one in each hand, and pulled her back to him. Ignoring my wife's protests, the fat man grabbed her struggling buttocks with one hand and thrust his penis in with the other. I knew that if I didn't intervene now, my wife of three years would be raped right in front of me. Although I'd been fantasizing about it, the woman I'd painstakingly pursued for a year, the wife who had shared my joys and sorrows, my laughter and tears, my love and hate—these two despicable men were about to defile her like this! I couldn't help but want to jump out and shout to stop them, but… if I intervened now, wouldn't that be telling them I'd been watching from the dance hall all this time? Besides, they had a firm grip on Junjun's secrets. If we didn't give in to their demands now, they'd spread the word among all our acquaintances, and we'd both be utterly disgraced in this city. In the blink of an eye, while I was still struggling with this internal struggle, I heard a woman's scream from the phone. Junjun was gripping the skinny man's arm tightly, her face contorted in agony. It was clear the fat man had penetrated her, and there wasn't enough lubrication. Her fingernails were probably digging into the skinny man's arm, causing him to cry out in pain as well. My heart clenched violently, as if a giant hand had seized it and yanked it away from me. My wife had finally been violated, just as I had fantasized about a thousand times, only this time it felt unbelievably real. My head felt incredibly heavy, as if a green hat was pressing down on it, making it impossible for me to lift my head. I tried to raise my neck, attempting to regain some of my masculine dignity, but all I saw was the fat man thrusting violently behind my wife, and her naked body trembling with each impact. Her long, flowing hair was grabbed by the fat man, forcing her to tilt her head back and gasp for breath. The moans she made gradually lessened the pain, offering me some relief. The fat man's face was tense, clearly experiencing extreme pleasure—I was all too familiar with the feeling of fucking her from behind, even the satisfaction of grabbing her hair. I often tormented my wife like this; that feeling of humiliation made her incredibly wild. I never imagined she would be so thoroughly defiled today. Although I wasn't the one relentlessly fucking my wife's plump, tender vagina from behind, I could clearly feel a different kind of stimulation. This feeling pierced my body and soul like a sharp sword, masking the sexual ecstasy beneath a haze of pain. Undeniably, I loved that feeling. I watched helplessly as that despicable, ugly man frantically enjoyed my wife, while my own genitals swelled to their limit with the surging pleasure within me. This sexual pleasure reminded me of the conquest I felt the first time I penetrated my wife, the release I felt the first time I urinated on her face, but it was clearly more unforgettable. The vortex of pleasure made me dizzy and disoriented, countless thoughts swirling in my mind. One moment I wondered if Junjun was experiencing pleasure, the next I wondered if my lewd fetish was a manifestation of masochistic tendencies in my subconscious.

The skinny man, who had already taken off his pants, was getting impatient. His penis seemed thicker and longer than the fat man's, constantly thrusting towards Junjun's body. But she was being penetrated from behind, her buttocks raised high, so he could only press against her navel. He would sometimes bend down to suckle her nipples, her breasts jiggling with the fat man's thrusts, often flattening the skinny man's nose, but he didn't seem to care. Although the fat man couldn't see clearly, he roughly understood the situation and blurted out, "Hey, why don't you let her bend down and give you a blowjob? I'll switch with you later."

I cursed inwardly, while the skinny man, reminded by my words, grabbed Junjun's hair and pressed her down. She was forced to bend over, pushing the skinny man away with one hand, looking at the ugly penis dangling in front of her with disgust, seemingly very unwilling. The skinny man was a little impatient, and he shoved his penis into my wife's mouth. She flinched a few times, but her sexy red lips finally gave way. The long, thick penis rudely pierced her throat, causing her to wince in pain, her hands reflexively trying to push the skinny man away. The skinny man held her head tightly to prevent her from escaping, and vigorously thrust and twisted inside her. At this point, my wife could no longer scream, only making gurgling sounds like she was drowning, accompanied by saliva uncontrollably flowing from the corners of her mouth. This was probably the most painful oral sex she had ever experienced, I thought with heartache. Even in my most frenzied and lewd moments, I had never thrust into her throat like this. A pang of jealousy shot through me; I wondered when I could have her do this for me. At that moment, the skinny guy finally pulled his penis out slightly and began thrusting in and out of my wife's mouths, one after the other, along with the fat guy. Although they were quite in sync, the skinny guy's penis often jumped out of her mouth, and each time he quickly and forcefully thrust it back into her throat. Over time, perhaps to avoid his rough actions, Junjun would even take the initiative to hold it and put it back in her mouth. The oral movements also gradually became more varied from the initial monotonous and passive ones. The fat guy behind her clearly felt the wetness of her vagina and laughed, "Hey, it's wet, it's wet!"

A pang of sadness shot through me, and I could only comfort myself that it was a normal physiological reaction for women, a natural mechanism of self-protection. Junjun, perhaps feeling ashamed by what she'd been told, or perhaps thinking of me watching, symbolically tried to wriggle away a few times, only to be met with even more brutality and ridicule from the two men. Soon after, the skinny man spoke up, "Hey, let's switch. I want to try this slut."

The fat man reluctantly grunted in agreement, thrusting in a few times before pulling his penis out abruptly. I heard my wife cry out; there was no joy of relief, but rather a sense of emptiness and loss. When they switched positions, Junjun remained bent over with her buttocks sticking out, completely resigned. The skinny man, already poised, immediately thrust in, letting out a satisfied sigh. The fat man vented all his dissatisfaction on my wife, gripping his semen-covered penis and snarling, "Hey, this is all your juices! Lick it clean!"

My wife gave him a resentful look, obediently licking from the base of his penis, even proactively sucking his testicles without being specifically asked. Although I didn't see the fat man's expression, I could imagine the surprise and pleasure in his mind, so much so that he didn't even utter a mocking word. The skinny man wasn't bad either; his tools were superior to the fat man's, and since his belly wasn't obstructing his movements, he could penetrate much deeper. My sensitive wife clearly felt the difference, gradually losing her mental defenses. What started as restrained moans turned into unrestrained moans. I could even hear the squelching sounds of her vaginal fluids as she thrust. She was aroused! How could this be! Although my wife was a slut in our bed, she was usually quite chaste in her daily life. In front of others, she was absolutely a respectable woman, but now, under the circumstances of being raped, she was experiencing intense sexual pleasure and shamelessly displaying it in front of these bad men! I watched all this angrily, feeling an urgent need to vent, and involuntarily pulled out my long-imprisoned penis and started masturbating. Watching two strangers rape—no, defile—before my eyes, while simultaneously masturbating with their wives, I experienced an indescribable, wicked, and overwhelming pleasure amidst intense guilt, feeling as if I were simultaneously at the depths and the peak of life.

I'd heard that fat men aren't very good at this, and this one was no exception. His face was already tense, clearly struggling to hold back, when he finally reached his limit. But who could laugh at him? I doubt he'd ever played with such a beautiful woman so cruelly in his entire life. He quickened his pace, his large belly repeatedly slamming against Junjun's face. Suddenly, he let out a low growl, his body pausing for several seconds, as if unable to move an inch at the moment of ultimate climax. Junjun's brows furrowed; it seemed the fat man had released quite a bit. His legs trembled slightly, then he moved slowly a few more times, as if all his strength had left him, unable to support his bloated body any longer. He collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, seemingly oblivious to my wife spitting the sticky mixture onto the floor. At this moment, Junjun broke free from the fat man's entanglement and focused entirely on being fucked by the skinny man. She braced herself against the wall with one hand and supported her taut, beautiful legs with the other. Her long, flowing hair, styled with negative ions, was now a mess, swirling and dancing wantonly with his thrusts, mirroring the lewd moans escaping her throat. The skinny man, sweating profusely, cursed, "Is it good, you slut! How do I compare to your husband?"

My wife ignored him, offering no response, but I imagined her inner thoughts. What was her answer? The thought that she might genuinely think that man was better than me filled me with an intense excitement. I knew I was about to climax, but I really wanted to join them. Thankfully, they didn't keep me waiting too long. The skinny man gradually increased the frequency and intensity of his thrusts, and my wife moaned even more enthusiastically to encourage him. Soon, the naked couple's movements reached a dizzying level. He suddenly shouted, "I'm going to cum inside!"

That shout finally pushed me to my breaking point, and a cold, hard semen shot out a meter away. Amidst my wife's increasingly loud cries, he finally ejaculated as well. His climax was relentless, his movements still powerful, each thrust carrying her to the peak of orgasm. I watched the rhythmic impacts, each spurt of my own fluids, all the anger and stimulation I'd felt earlier finding release. What a sight! My moral compass, floating in the distance, wailed. This bizarre trio, simultaneously floating on the clouds of wicked climax, each man and woman harboring such dark thoughts and pleasures.

They finally left, abandoning her—the very woman who had just given them such pleasure—like a broken toy, taking only her underwear as a "souvenir

," and a handle, I thought to myself. She stood there, dazed, not even dressed. The soft moonlight, which had been hiding its face in shame, peeked out from behind the clouds, illuminating her beautiful body, gently soothing her bruised and battered skin. Suddenly, I felt such jealousy. My beautiful wife, my pride, was no longer mine alone. I stepped forward to face her, but didn't go to her side. She looked at me with tears in her eyes, motionless. I gazed at her; she had never looked so beautiful, I thought, yet I had never felt so distant from her. I felt only bitterness in my heart, and utter exhaustion. She searched for understanding and love in my eyes, but she found none. Two tears rolled down her cheeks almost simultaneously, falling onto her full breasts, lingering precariously on her nipples.

She looked at me through teary eyes, a look that filled me with both anger and pity. What should I do? What could I do? I asked myself. The deep darkness enveloped us; not a single light could be seen.

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