【The Story of My Beloved Wife】【Episodes 1-5 Complete】

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Chapter One: Training and Transformation
I met my wife in early 2006. She was tall and slender, 1.68 meters, with a lovely and

beautiful face, which made me fall irrevocably in love with her. After a period of relentless pursuit, I

stood out from many competitors and finally won her heart.
Our courtship was passionate. After enduring nearly a year of painful abstinence, I

finally forced myself on my current wife in early 2007 while drunk. After a night of intense passion, I

was greatly disappointed. It turned out she was just a pretty face, nothing more than a vase. Although she had a

boyfriend before me with whom she had a seven-year relationship and lived for three years, she knew nothing about sex, let alone how to enjoy it. After our first

time, my wife moved in with me (at this time, I lived with my parents). By

late , life was running its mechanical course, and I was becoming increasingly listless in our sex life, with no

end in sight. My wife slowly noticed the change in me, and finally one night, lying

beside she asked, "What's wrong?" This question led to our first

deep conversation about male-female sex. That time, I finally understood my wife's inner thoughts and realized that she wasn't actually

frigid .
It turned out that my wife had been bound by the traditional education she received from her family since childhood. Even her three-year

sex life with her ex-boyfriend was guided by her belief that women must suppress their sexuality, always

passively , and never able to relax and enjoy passion. She believed that sex

was merely fulfilling a wife's duty. Otherwise, she would be a promiscuous woman, despised by her husband.
Hearing my wife's words, I felt both happy and sad. I was happy because I understood that my wife telling me these things

proved she also longed for change, but was suppressing herself because she was worried about my attitude; but I was also saddened because I felt her

suppressed desires led to her ignorance of modern views on male-female sex. From that moment on, I earnestly told my wife

, "If you trust me and love me, then don't be afraid of me anymore. I want to make you my wanton wife!"

My wife nodded shyly
. From that night on, I understood that to change my wife, I had to proceed gradually, not rush it. Therefore, I

devised a plan to train my wife, and to make her unknowingly become a sex enjoyer.
First, I downloaded a huge number of adult videos online, mainly Japanese and domestic self-shot videos.

I watched them every night before bed, discussing the realism of the content with my wife, and telling her

how wonderful sex is when it's based on love and openness. Each time we made love, it wasn't

just I patiently and slowly seduce her, licking her entire body with my tongue, especially

her genitals, using it as a tool to explore her vagina. I also guide her fingers

into her vagina, teaching her how to masturbate. After passionate foreplay, I begin to

penetrate her with a combination of shallow and deep penetration. I gently hold her head, whispering words of praise and encouragement in her ear. My words

become increasingly lewd, such as encouraging her to fantasize about her ideal man wanting to have sex with her, or imagining

other men waiting in line behind me. When I feel she's lost in her fantasies, I

suddenly pull open the curtains, exposing her to the opposite building, or I take photos and videos of her with my phone.
From initial discomfort to eventually closing her eyes tightly after several times, my wife has made

a breakthrough in our basic sexual relationship.
After more than ten rounds of indoctrination and "training," my wife had changed significantly. She no longer

avoided , but I knew this wasn't enough. The second stage was to erase her reserve and completely liberate her mind.
Unconsciously, my flirting with my wife shifted from the closed bedroom to the outside world.

How did this happen? Actually, my wife had developed sexual desire and even experienced orgasm, but she still couldn't be completely

promiscuous for sex. This was evident from her unchanged clothing; she still primarily dressed in youthful and casual attire. I considered

changing her clothes myself, but realizing it would be my influence rather than her own initiative, I abandoned

the idea. From then on, whenever we went shopping or met with friends, I would secretly seduce her, just like I would at home in bed

. At first, it was verbal seduction, but later I became physically involved. For example, when we ate together, I

would secretly touch her genitals through her pants under the table; when we were in a bar, under the dim lighting,

I would deliberately put my arm around her while my hand was already inside her bra, and so on. Often during these times, strangers

would discover our story. My wife would initially refuse to be harassed out of shyness, but eventually, she couldn't resist my

persistence and accepted it. "Taking it a step further," I became increasingly brazen. Once, in a bar

, I would stand behind her, embracing her, and, oblivious to everyone around, unbutton her pants, slipping one hand inside her panties

to caress her genitals, while the other hand slipped under her bra to fondle her nipples. As she reached orgasm

, my actions became more intense. Strangers nearby could easily see her white, tender breasts.

Without the loud music, her final moan would have made everyone around her weak in the knees. When the orgasm

subsided, my wife, her face flushed, opened her eyes against me, only then realizing how disheveled she was, and that

several men at the next table were staring at her lecherously. My wife quickly pushed me away, embarrassed, straightening her clothes, while

scolding me for acting this way, ignoring the other men's stares.
I chuckled and, dragging her towards the restroom, whispered in her ear, "Are you really bothered by people peeping?"
"Don't you feel that after the orgasm, you get a kind of stimulation you never felt before?" My wife remained

silent. I immediately said, "Let's go to the restroom and take off our underwear; it's uncomfortable when it's soaking wet. "

After leaving the restroom, I immediately took my wife out of the bar.
On the way home, as I drove, my wife kept asking me about what had just happened. She

asked if many people had noticed us, if anyone had actually seen anything, and even if any men

had considered raping her after seeing us. Hearing these questions, I knew my wife wasn't blaming me;

rather, she was aroused and immersed in fantasies. Because of the unprecedented stimulation I had just experienced, I deliberately praised...

Zhang told his wife a fabricated story: he had indeed deliberately let someone spy on her, and someone was even

masturbating while watching her... Stimulated by this, his wife readily stripped naked, spread her legs, turned

her head towards his crotch, and impatiently unzipped his pants, pulled out his penis, and began to suck on it forcefully.
At that moment, I suppressed my desire and drove to a roadside in a residential area, and without thinking twice, I began to make love with

my wife .
Suddenly, an idea struck me: to make my wife more open in the future, I had to be bolder.

Without a word , I opened the car door and carried my wife out of the car. My wife

was startled by my sudden action and clung tightly to me, saying to get back in the car quickly, there would be people on the road. I ignored her completely, focusing only on

caressing and licking her. Gradually, my wife lost her resistance and even began to reciprocate. At this point, I knew I had succeeded

. I said to her, "Honey, just relax and enjoy it. Let others see. It's no big deal."
My wife nodded vigorously, showing no shyness whatsoever, completely immersed in the pleasure of lovemaking. In the incredibly

stimulating environment, we quickly became intoxicated. A gentle breeze brought us back to our senses, and we realized

there were indeed several students across the street. It wasn't a hallucination; my wife had just revealed everything to several strange men

without reservation.
Without even putting on clothes, we jumped into the car and sped home.
After a year of "training," my wife had come to understand the pleasures of sex and was now

at ease . From then on, my wife had completed the third stage of her breakthrough. Her conservative lingerie and casual

outerwear were gone, replaced by dozens of different sets of sexy lingerie, with

miniskirts and open-crotch black stockings as her everyday attire. Starting from a certain day in early 2008, my wife led me onto

the path of a new married life. Because of the release of her desires, my wife's body would be devoured by more men, no longer just

my exclusive enjoyment.
Chapter Two: The Pleasure of Erotic Selfies
My beloved wife had, as I had wished, broken through her rational desires. When the calm surface is broken, it's like

the Yellow overflowing its banks, uncontrollable. With the opening of her mind, my wife's lust only increased.
From then on, my wife was hopelessly infatuated with her own body, constantly thinking about how to

adorn herself, letting her sexy sensuality permeate and sublimate from her very bones. Because my wife

worked in a large state-owned enterprise, she had to abide by company rules and maintain a dignified appearance, but this did not diminish her

pursuit of sexy attire in the slightest. In just six months of 2008, my wife specifically registered on Taobao, frantically purchasing all kinds of sexy lingerie

and revealing outfits. Every time I get home from work or on weekends, my wife takes off her work uniform and puts on

an outfit that I, and indeed any man, find irresistible, and we wander the streets together.
My wife and I no longer pursue simple sex; we magically enjoy the thrill. For

convenience , she only wears thongs or open-crotch pants. More often, to add spice and sexiness, when it's not

too hot, she wears open-crotch black stockings and a super short skirt that hugs her buttocks.

Her upper body is always styled to accentuate her ample breasts, the tantalizing glimpses always making onlookers drool. Because of this,

my wife has fallen in love with taking erotic photos.
At first, we mostly did the shoots at home. My initial excitement and my wife's

nervousness greatly diminished the quality of the photos, but we discovered a new kind of enjoyment in them. Gradually, my wife became more familiar

with the poses, and I learned to appreciate and photograph my beloved wife from different angles. The level of explicit photos evolved from

simple standing and sitting poses to masturbation photos, sex photos, and even close-up shots showing faces, legs, and genitals.

Each photoshoot didn't diminish our desire, nor did we rush to take advantage of each other. Instead, we would quietly

lie on the bed admiring each beautiful picture. While admiring them, we would chat. I would praise my wife and tell her

how regrettable it was that such beautiful pictures couldn't be shared with others. In the past, I wouldn't have dared to be so open, but

my wife has changed. She would then say that if I wanted, she would allow me to show the photos to any man.

Furthermore, my wife would openly tell me about the sexual partners she fantasized about, and would lewdly say

who she deliberately seduced when I wasn't around. She would even tell me that she could sense who around me constantly had the urge to have sex with her! In

this way , my wife's erotic photos increased in number, and the locations where they were taken also diversified. Some photos were taken secretly in the wild or in busy urban areas

, others were taken boldly from a corner while playing in entertainment venues, and still others

were taken secretly at a friend's house while his wife was napping, her private parts exposed. ...
After the first time at a friend's house, I had an idea:

to share and appreciate them with a close friend. I have many friends, but only two (let's call them Mr. S and

Mr. D) are frequently in contact with me
, and both are single. However, I will only share with Mr. S for two reasons: first,

Mr. S shares similar views on sex, and we both prioritize pleasure; second, I think Mr. S

is the sexual object my wife fantasizes about the most, meaning he is someone she easily accepts or even anticipates. In addition

to the above two points, there is also a small selfish reason: I am no longer satisfied with sex between two people, and the idea of a threesome is

strongly surging in my hormones. If Mr. S can get used to appreciating my wife's explicit photos, I believe that in the near future he will

be the first to enjoy my wife's wanton passion with me.
As expected, when I mentioned my idea of letting S see the explicit photos, my wife was both excited and skeptical about whether

she would actually agree.
After some planning, I invited S to my house for dinner and drinks over the weekend. My wife, being quite tactful, went back to

her parents' house, so naturally, I had to let S stay overnight. That night, we lay on my wife's and my bed chatting idly.

While I was absentmindedly pondering how to let S see the explicit photos of my wife on my phone and computer, S suddenly

whispered, "You always have sex with your wife in this bed?" "Ah!" Thank goodness, S's

initiative to probe my wife's and my privacy gave me an opportunity. Hearing my "Ah," S mistakenly thought I was unhappy and

quickly explained that he was just asking out of curiosity. I immediately interrupted him, saying, "That's not what I meant.

What say!" S immediately looked at me and whispered that he actually just felt that my wife's recent...

The changes made him unable to stop thinking about this issue. I deliberately asked back, "Really? How has she changed? She
's still the same!" S immediately retorted, "Don't you think your wife is becoming more and more sexy,

even sexy to the point of being horny?" I knew I had to pause the discussion about my wife at this point,

and instead change the subject to talk about real feelings with S, emphasizing our similar views on sex. As we talked, S

seemed to understand what I meant.
After chatting for a while, I suddenly changed the subject and asked, "S,

what ? Tell me the truth? Is it really like that? We're brothers, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. Besides, you

know I clearly distinguish between love and sex." S was silent for a moment, looking at the ceiling, and said, "Hey,

don't blame me for telling you, but actually, before, I just thought your wife was very beautiful, but after a

discovery a while ago, her image keeps popping into my mind." I smiled and said, "Go on." S

continued, "Recently, I've noticed your wife is dressing very revealingly, especially sexy. Just two weeks ago,

when we went out for a barbecue, your wife happened to be sitting across from me. Guess what I saw? Her skirt

was so short , I could see everything underneath—she wasn't even wearing underwear!" S swallowed

, seemingly still wanting more, and said, "That afternoon, I felt like I was possessed. My eyes never left your

wife's skirt; I could see her vulva clearly. I just kept secretly peeking, thinking your wife hadn't

noticed . But I was so engrossed in watching that when you called me to chat, I snapped out of it. When I

looked up, I saw your wife's eyes were fixed on me." "I thought, 'Oh no, how am I going to explain this?'
But before I could figure it out, your wife seemed unfazed and looked away, but instead of

closing her legs because she knew I was peeping, she spread them even wider, letting me see even more clearly!" I listened as S... As he

spoke, he imagined that scene from that day, which thrilled me to the extreme. I immediately asked, "And then what happened?

What else occurred?" S looked at me in surprise, "You're not angry after hearing this? And then? There was no 'and then.
' But from then on, I really envied you. Your wife is not only beautiful on the outside, but she

has also reached the pinnacle of womanhood."
After hearing S's story, I knew my chance had come. I said to him seriously, "Do you want to sleep with

my wife? Or something else?" S was shocked and immediately explained, "Brother, don't misunderstand. I

admit I peeked at your wife's private parts, and I admit that when I was impulsive, I really fantasized about having sex with her.
But thinking about it doesn't mean I'll actually do it. Because I know that would be unfair to you, brother, and an insult to

your wife!"
"Hey, don't be so tense," I interrupted S, "I understand you. I won't be angry with you or doubt you.
" "Well, to be honest, my wife has been trained to have the same sexual views as me and you.
Actually, you don't need to worry. Frankly, I have reason to be sure my wife deliberately exposed herself to you

, because you're the object of her fantasies!" "Really?" Mr. S exclaimed. I said, "Of course! Why

would I lie to you? She's my wife, would I joke like that? If you don't believe me, I'll show you something." Mr. S

looked pleased and asked, "What is it?"
And so, quite naturally, I showed Mr. S the erotic photos of my wife on my phone and computer.

Mr. S swallowed hard as he looked, constantly saying excited things. Finally, I slowly fell asleep. When I woke up the next day,

I found Mr. S was gone, leaving me a note. It read: "Thanks, brother. This is our permanent

secret. I know what to do. Also, don't be offended, I selected the most lewd ones and saved them via Bluetooth

. I won't spread them around."
I smiled. It really was a dream, and a dream that had come true. Just then, I heard the door open. It

was my wife returning. As soon as she came in, she eagerly asked me, "How did it go?" I looked at her without saying anything

and showed her the note. My wife stared for a full five minutes, then suddenly snuggled shyly into my arms, saying, "

How am I supposed to see him after this? You won't regret it, will you? You won't think I'm a bad person?" I stroked her

hair and said, "No, I'm the one who made you this way, I definitely won't say you're bad. Besides, don't say you're embarrassed to

see him. Didn't you show him everything down there at the barbecue last time? You think I didn't know,

haha ?" My beloved wife became even more alluring, saying coquettishly, "Oh dear, it wasn't on purpose last time. Why didn't you let

me wear underwear? You said it would be convenient for you to have fun anytime. It's all your fault." Knowing that my wife was going commando, I

put my hand inside her crotch, touching her as I said, "Okay, okay! It's all my fault. Not only did I let other men

admire you, but I also let them see you when you weren't looking." "Come on, let's take turns serving you." My wife

was already in a fantasy world, her juices making my fingers sticky. She whispered, "As long as you're

happy, honey, I'll agree. Hurry, don't stop." Amidst her moans, I entered

her again.
From then on, Mr. S became an avid collector of my wife's erotic photos. Whenever there were new photos, he would

definitely look at them, selecting his favorites to take home and keep permanently. My

reason for not worrying about Mr. S distributing the photos was simple: he was trustworthy. The photos of my wife that he brought home were merely

tools for his masturbation, and with his intelligence, he would surely realize that one day he would insert his big thing into my wife's

body.
Chapter Three: The Weekend Dinner
One early summer weekend afternoon in 2009, my wife and I spent the entire day in bed, enjoying

each other's bodies. While we were still immersed in the sea of desire, my wife's phone rang. I didn't care about

anything else, my hands still kneading my wife's breasts, my lower body thrusting

faster rhythmically because of the phone ringing. Then my wife struggled to reach for the phone and said, "Honey, stop...stop,

it's Manager W (female) calling me." It was my wife's department manager; a call at this hour was really a downer. I

verbally agreed, but my actions showed no sign of stopping. My wife couldn't do anything about it, because deep

down didn't want me to stop either. So, she answered the phone, forcing herself to breathe.
I couldn't hear what was being said on the other end of the phone, nor did I care. I was just focused on the intense action

, experiencing a strange thrill. I imagined the person on the other end, hearing my wife's labored breathing, unaware

that she was being brutally violated by her man while completely naked. My wife kept

replying "okay, okay" on the phone, unable to utter any other words. After a minute, the call ended, and my wife, relieved, suddenly

hugged me tightly, erupting wildly like a volcano. Within ten minutes, I couldn't bear my wife's wanton

moans any longer, and a surge of heat erupted into my beloved wife's secret palace, and we both reached the highest heavens.
Lying in bed, my wife said weakly, "Honey, I'm so sorry, I can't have

dinner with you tonight. Manager W just asked me to go to the HHS restaurant around 5 pm." "Huh? What? Work

assignment ?" my wife asked. "Sigh," she replied. "The tax bureau has been investigating the company's accounts lately, and there are some issues."
"There's no other way. The only solution is to treat her to meals and give her gifts." I quickly said, "It's okay,

work is important. Just come home early after dinner." My wife was touched and said, "Honey, you're so good. I'll

reward you when you get back!"
Actually, I was helpless. My wife works in the finance department, and Manager W has a good relationship with our family, so he

specially arranged a tax position for her. This position is relatively easy; it's just running around to the tax bureau at the end of the month, and

there's not much else to do. In addition, my wife's workplace is a large state-owned enterprise, and

there are probably no more than three business dinners like this one a year. After all, the tax bureau doesn't always have any special tasks to bother us

. But because I'm also a businessman, I know those people at the tax bureau quite well, so my only worry

is that those guys will deliberately make my wife drink too much tonight.
It's 5 o'clock in the blink of an eye. My wife quickly got out of bed, while I lazily lay in bed admiring

my wife's body. My wife opened the wardrobe and carefully selected clothes. Since her awakening, she's changed a lot; she meticulously dresses herself

whenever she's going out or even just staying home. Finally, she finished choosing her clothes.

She started by putting on her underwear—a black lingerie set, a

style I quite liked. The bra was openwork; it was more of a supportive underwire with silk lace trim.

Her breasts stood proudly erect, her nipples still looking like two tiny beans from her recent arousal. The panties were

even more extravagant, several black straps linked together. The crotch design was unique; unlike regular thongs, there was an extra strap, essentially

two straps wrapping around her genitals from front to back. If she wasn't careful, her labia

would get caught on the straps, rubbing back and forth with each step. Whenever this happened, she imagined a man's

fingers constantly exploring her alluring private parts. Next, she put on a pair of open-crotch black stockings, saying she was worried

it would be a bit chilly at night and didn't want to get cold from her feet. My wife appeared fully dressed underneath, but in reality, her

private parts were completely unprotected. Not only were they unprotected, but watching her outfit

aroused again. Reluctantly, to avoid delaying her work, I urged her to hurry up, otherwise

I wouldn't let her leave. My wife smiled and said, "I want you to see me, to think of me, and to think about

continuing our passion when I get back." Despite saying this, she quickly put on a pink, low-cut

tank top, her nipples clearly visible, paired with a super-short black skirt that barely covered her buttocks, and

left. Just as she was leaving, I suddenly felt a tightness in my chest, a premonition that tonight would be unusual

…
After my wife left, I got up and ate something quick to fill my stomach, then lay on the bed,

dozing off to recharge for my beloved wife's return.
I woke up groggily, and when I opened my eyes, it was past 10:30 PM. "Huh, wasn't my wife supposed to be home

after dinner ? Why is she so late?" I thought to myself, but I resisted the urge to call. I got up

, drank some water, and was just about to take a shower when I heard the door lock click. My wife was home.
Excitedly, I went to the door to greet my beloved wife, hoping my enthusiasm would be met with a passionate

response . But when I first saw her, something seemed off. First, she looked listless, and

her face was flushed. Second, there were chafed marks on the hem of her black dress, with

faint white stains. I had many questions that I needed my wife to answer, but I held back,

knowing she needed rest. I decided to wait until we were in bed.
After washing up, I rushed back to the room and saw my wife lying lazily on the bed, still fully clothed

. I gently got into bed and tenderly held my wife, asking, "Honey, what's wrong? Are you tired?"
My wife paused for a moment before quietly replying, "Ugh, I'm exhausted. You wore me out this afternoon,

and now I have to entertain guests tonight." I immediately smiled apologetically, not daring to upset her. The wife continued, "We were

supposed to arrive at 5:30, but we got stuck in traffic on the way. We finally arrived at the restaurant around 6:00, but when I called

Manager to ask which private room we were in, she told me she couldn't make it and I had to go alone

.
I asked her who else was with me, but she said, 'Who cares who? Just eat, pay the bill, and arrange a foot massage, that's it.'"
I listened quietly to my wife's complaints. "When I went into the private room, there were four men already

eating .
One was a deputy bureau chief, two were section chiefs, and the other, I later learned, was

the owner of the HHS restaurant."
"That owner's surname was L. He was big and burly, with the air of a boss, but my first impression of him was

bad from the moment I entered the room, his eyes were fixed on me with a lecherous gaze.
" My wife poured out her grievances about dinner as if she had suffered a great injustice, but I knew from

the her voice that it wasn't over yet. I knew she wasn't the type to hold grudges;

something that happened later must have reminded her of her earlier frustrations, causing her emotional turmoil. I held back, deliberately

changing the subject from dinner and starting to tease my wife. She sensed my intention and readily

reciprocated. What she didn't know was that I had been holding back; I needed to arouse her

fully before I could get the details of what would happen later that night.
Soon, my wife couldn't resist my fingers stroking her, and even more so, she couldn't bear my

praise for her provocative outfit that night. Just as she was eagerly pushing my penis into her vagina, I slowed down and began to

reveal my true purpose. I casually whispered in her ear, "Honey, tell me, were you

slept with by someone else?" Hearing this, my wife feigned confusion and mumbled evasive answers. I wasn't

so easily fooled, and immediately stated firmly that I had to find out, or I wouldn't give up.

Pressed by me, my wife could only recount the story of the night in broken sentences.
It turned out that my wife only learned after arriving at the restaurant that Manager W couldn't attend the banquet due to other commitments. Because of her alluring

attire , she had been targeted by Boss L and one of the section chiefs from the moment she entered the private room, and they had even deliberately

placed her between them. Since it was a business dinner, drinking was unavoidable, and my wife had already decided to go all out

, since she couldn't escape it alone anyway. The boss had specially arranged his private stash of dark beer,

ordering four bottles for each person, including my wife. At this dinner party where only one woman was present, my wife became the target of everyone's attention, with the four men

finding various excuses to force her to drink. However, my wife wasn't stupid; she racked

her

brains to find various reasons to excuse herself. As the dinner progressed, the atmosphere became increasingly lively with the drinking, and it was precisely because of this that the boss, emboldened by alcohol, began to grope my wife under the cover of the table. At first, my wife tried to endure it,

but seeing that she didn't resist, the boss became even more aggressive. His large hand suddenly

slipped under her thigh and into her skirt, immediately discovering that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Instinctively, my wife tried to

grab his hand, but she couldn't make a big movement lest the leader sitting opposite notice. But my wife

was no match for this man's strength. Helpless, she could only move her chair to the other side to create

distance between herself and him.
The wife had finally managed to shake off L's groping hand and breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly another hand appeared,

this reaching deep inside, as if it knew the secret of her underwear beforehand. It turned out to be that section chief. That damned

section chief had actually discovered that the wife wasn't wearing anything under her skirt. He'd been itching to act when he saw L groping her private parts,

but the distance was too great for him to make a move. Unexpectedly, the wife had offered herself up. At this point, the wife was extremely frustrated.

She continued drinking nonchalantly at the table, while under the table, a man was encroaching upon her. No,

not just one man, but two men. It turned out that after taking advantage of her, the boss, L, couldn't bear to let the section chief enjoy himself alone,

so shamelessly moved closer to the wife.
As the alcohol took effect, the wife's initial disgust turned into stimulating enjoyment. A few times, she

even felt a spasm down there and almost cried out. The alcohol, like an aphrodisiac, fueled the wife's

desire . Finally, unable to endure the torment any longer, she pinched the hand below to signal it to be removed, then immediately

got up and hurriedly walked out of the private room without a word.
She turned a corner and ran into the restroom. Once inside and locked the door, the wife felt burning with lust. As she said, she desperately wanted a

man to suddenly penetrate her and relieve her surging desire. Helpless, she lifted her skirt and began masturbating with

one hand, while the other hand continuously caressed her breasts. Just as she reached a climax in this masturbation

, she closed her eyes and became completely immersed in a erotic fantasy. She fantasized that the boss had followed

her into the restroom, that his hairy hands were rubbing her entire body,

and that he was pulling out an enormous, thick thing from his pants, which she couldn't resist sucking… The wife

was intoxicated in this world of fantasy, feeling it all so real. Just as his wife was dazed with the approaching climax, she suddenly felt

someone press down on her from behind, lifting her buttocks high with both hands. In that instant,

the two straps of her panties covering her private parts were pulled open, revealing a full, throbbing sensation from beneath her, filled by a root-like object. At that moment, his wife

realized that everything she had just experienced was not a hallucination; someone had truly sneaked in and taken her. She felt incredibly

ashamed, but the pleasure that followed instantly replaced the humiliation. She could no longer struggle or refuse; both

her inner needs and physical sensations clearly conveyed a message to the man working hard behind her:

she desperately needed it, and it absolutely could not stop.
In that cramped bathroom, his wife finally found release. After hundreds of thrusts, the man behind her

could no longer resist her lust. Suddenly, his lower body spasmed, and a surge of heat penetrated

deep into her body. At the same time, his wife couldn't help but let out a soft "Ah!" as they both reached orgasm. As her desire

subsided, my wife slowly came to her senses. She heard the man behind her whisper in her ear, "Little slut, that felt so good!" Only
then did she recognize the man's voice as that of Boss L. It turned out that L had seen my wife get up and

leave , assuming she was aroused and had gone to the restroom. He had made an excuse to follow her out,

retrieved the key from the counter, and quietly entered the restroom.
L slowly withdrew his penis, helped my wife up, and the two of them, as if

nothing had happened, began to straighten their clothes and returned to the private room one after the other.
After my wife finished speaking, she looked at me in horror, but I told her it was all in the past, just like a dream, because

I knew I was responsible for this outcome. I gently embraced my wife and kissed her, our lower bodies naturally

merging into one, showing her through my actions that I loved her.
Chapter Four: A Friend's Wedding
After the unexpected incident at that weekend dinner party, my wife repeatedly emphasized that the boss hadn't actually

entered the restroom to assault her; it was just a fabrication she made up to spice things up for us. However, the groping in the private room

and the masturbation to orgasm in the restroom were real. I told her,

regardless of whether it was real or a fantasy, that my feelings for her would never change because of physical infidelity. Whenever I said

this , my wife would become even more agitated, insisting that I believe she hadn't been assaulted by another man

. At this point, I could only keep saying, "I believe you, I believe you," before she would calm down.
Days flew by, and it was now 2009. My wife and I's life wasn't dull at all.

As time went on, she became more accustomed to my strange requests, and at the same time, she longed for

the excitement .
One month in 2009, a friend of mine was getting married on a Sunday and sent me an invitation. Before I knew it,

the date arrived, but I completely forgot and was still sleeping in, naked, with my wife by 11 a.m. Luckily,
another friend knew I had a bad memory and called to wake me

up. My head was spinning when I looked up, so I quickly woke my wife. Startled awake, she immediately complained, "I'm not going

. You go alone. I want to sleep." "No way! My friend's invitation says both husband and wife must attend.

How not go?" I said, pulling at her as I dressed. Unable to resist my pleading, she finally

got up.
In her groggy state, she grabbed a top and skirt from the bedside table and started pulling them on,

unaware that she wasn't even wearing underwear. Time was tight, and I didn't have time to say much before rushing to the bathroom

to wash up . My wife only started washing up slowly after I was almost done. I was furious but couldn't vent my anger, so I gritted my teeth and

thought, "Hmph, I was going to remind her about wearing a bra, but now I'm dreaming."
And so, my wife dragged her feet until midnight before we left the house. We were definitely going to be late, and it

would be even more embarrassing if we went in during the ceremony. We got in the car and drove off immediately. Only then did my wife realize

she was completely naked, and she wanted to go back and put it on, but she knew I wouldn't allow it. I glanced at my beloved wife;

she was pouting in the passenger seat, wearing a white t-shirt made of Lycra fabric that clung tightly to her skin, showing off her

curvaceous figure. Luckily, the t-shirt had a design on the front, otherwise her nipples would have been faintly visible.
She was wearing a brand new denim mini-skirt, but when she got into the car, because it was new

and still quite stiff, the skirt rode up a few centimeters as she sat down. A few centimeters wouldn't

normally be a big deal, but the problem was that the skirt was already incredibly short; even standing,

it barely covered her private parts from the front, not even reaching her upper thighs. Now, it looked... well, let's just say it was

shocking . If she hadn't deliberately covered herself with her hands, half of her private parts would have been exposed. She

noticed the problem and anxiously asked me what to do, blaming me for not reminding her to wear a bra. I laughed and said it had nothing to do with

bras ; it was all sexy lingerie, just something to feel more secure about.
However, I still reassured her that the skirt was like that, probably because the car seat was low,

and that the hotel seats would be standard backrests, so it shouldn't be a problem, especially with the tablecloth covering her.

That was the only thing she could accept.
We sped to the hotel and quickly arrived. As soon as we got out of the car, I dragged my wife

towards . Luckily, a friend had saved us two seats. My wife kept yelling, "Slow down! You're all exposed!" I looked back and saw

her breasts heaving as she ran, quite alluring. But that wasn't all; her

damn denim skirt had shifted a little below her waist with each step,

completely exposing her lower body. Thankfully, the hotel lobby wasn't crowded, or we would have been completely exposed to a naked woman.
My wife quickly pulled her skirt down and straightened herself, then we slowly

made our way to the restaurant.
Once inside, we realized the ceremony hadn't started yet. I breathed a sigh of relief and started

looking around for my other friends to find seats quickly. I quickly found my friends among the many tables. As I led

my wife there, I noticed many men's eyes were drawn to her,

some whispering amongst themselves, praising her sexiness and expressing envy at my

good fortune. Hearing this, I felt a surge of pride, and my wife, her vanity greatly satisfied,

blushed, becoming even more alluring.
Upon reaching our seats, Mr. S had reserved two places for my wife and me next to him. Seeing

the lively atmosphere , I had my wife sit between Mr. S and me before starting to chat with my friends.

Knowing she couldn't sit down abruptly, fearing her skirt might accidentally reveal too much,

my wife slowly and gently pulled down her skirt, holding the sides. Once seated, she immediately

draped a tablecloth over her thighs to conceal her glimpses. At a friend's wedding banquet, we naturally drank

and chatted freely. I'm the kind of person who loves to stir things up and create a lively atmosphere, so our table was bustling with activity,

everyone toasting each other. In my excitement, I didn't neglect my wife. Under

the influence of alcohol, my left hand, which was close to hers, started to wander, reaching under the tablecloth and groping up her thigh.
My wife had initially been sitting with her legs together to avoid being exposed, but suddenly feeling my touch, she cooperated by

slowly straightening her legs and slightly opening them, making it easier for my fingers to massage her sensitive G-spot. It was incredibly exciting;

in a banquet hall with dozens of tables, among so many people, I was stimulating my beloved wife. At that moment,

my excitement was overwhelming, desire filled my eyes, and I didn't perceive any danger. My wife

, influenced by my stimulation, was just as oblivious to the presence of others.
Mr. S, sitting next to my wife, quickly noticed the change in her expression and, seeing the

awkward position of my left hand under the table, guessed what was going on. As I mentioned before, Mr. S had seen countless explicit

photos of my wife and heard about our lewd past. Therefore, he was now fantasizing about the

lewd scene under the tablecloth. I noticed Mr. S's eyes darting around, glancing at my wife's lower body every now and then

, but I wasn't afraid because I trusted him. So I turned my head

away and chatted with others to conceal my arousal. My wife, while enjoying the ministrations,

suppressed her rising passion, maintaining a perfectly upright posture, not even glancing around,

so no one would notice anything amiss. Finally, Mr. S couldn't resist any longer. He deliberately moved closer to my

wife, chatting with her, and intentionally placed his right hand on the back of her chair to draw them closer. My wife

couldn't do anything about it; she didn't know Mr. S had seen through our teasing and could only offer perfunctory responses.

Mr. S felt his act had succeeded and thought it was time to act. Taking advantage of the noise and

confusion pretended to need to speak into my ear to hear me, and turned his whole body towards me as a cover.

My wife, his mouth close to her ear, and the crucial move was to smoothly slip his other hand

under the tablecloth, quickly and firmly grasping her thigh before she could even notice. Only then did

my wife realize S's intentions, but it was too late. Pushing his hand away forcefully would

expose our affair. I also noticed his hand, though I hadn't touched it, but

I knew I had to play dumb and not embarrass my wife. After a moment's thought, I knew the best

course of action was to remove my hand, so I reluctantly withdrew it, using the excuse of getting up to offer a toast.
After that, I had no idea what happened under the tablecloth, only able to imagine it. Until the party was almost over

, S's hand never left my wife's body. I could feel his face growing increasingly red, his breathing

rapid and labored. This proved that S's hand had thoroughly explored my wife's private parts;

my beloved wife had absolutely no secrets from his touch.
Just as the party was about to end, Mr. S, quite knowingly, took out his large hand, still wet with my wife's vaginal fluids, and

smiled contentedly at her. My wife, however, was ashamed of having her private parts violated by her husband's friend.
I, on the other hand, pretended to know nothing and said goodbye to the other friends before the party ended.

After , I turned to my wife and asked, "Shall we go?"

Startled by my sudden question, my wife snapped out of her lustful reverie and nodded with dazed eyes. Although she was now awake, she had forgotten the most

crucial thing—her denim skirt. Perhaps wanting to leave this shameful and lewd banquet quickly,

she pushed her chair back and immediately stood up. This caused her denim skirt

to be pulled up above her buttocks due to the sudden movement, revealing her glistening, dark pubic hair covered in the vaginal fluids from the previous passion

, completely exposing her private parts to the friends at the table. Fortunately, my wife reacted quickly,

pulling down her skirt in a flash and restoring her composure. Although it was only for a moment, I

could sense the lustful fire burning within the eyes of two or three of my friends, ready to erupt at any moment.
I hadn't expected to make such a fool of myself before leaving. Without time to think, I could only pretend

nothing happened and drag my wife away quickly, heading home.
Chapter Five
: The Accident at the Bar Under my constant guidance and instruction, my wife had become quite open about sex and understood the importance of

enjoying sexual pleasure in life.
One ordinary weekend, my wife, as usual, was wearing sexy lingerie at home. It was

really just a few strings and three small pieces of transparent fabric, her proud breasts protruding, and her

pubic hair clearly visible. Stimulated by this, I teased her from time to time, arousing her desire

to the point of explosion, but I refused to have sex with her. Because I had already made plans to have dinner with friends tonight

to celebrate the weekend, I was hoping for something exciting to happen, and the thoughts of fantasizing about my wife were surfacing

uncontrollably .
My wife understood my thoughts perfectly, only scolding me for being a lecherous man who always teased her. But despite her words, she

was still very cooperative, even asking me how I should dress before we left. I figured she must have her own ideas,

so I said, "Whatever you want, you're the most beautiful and sexy no matter what." Hearing my sweet words, my wife happily went into the room to

get ready. After about ten minutes, I called out, "Let's go, stop dawdling, our friends are waiting for us at the restaurant."
My wife then emerged from the room, looking shy. I stared at her, and my eyes widened. The thin rope around my wife's neck

told me she was still wearing that small triangular bra covering her nipples, and a loose-fitting

white silk one-shoulder top with large floral patterns.

She wore a short, tight-fitting black silk skirt, tightly hugging her shapely buttocks, revealing no trace of underwear, highlighting their smooth, elastic shape.

She wore thin black stockings. Seeing my dazed expression, my wife smiled seductively and said, "Have you seen enough? Let's go,

you little pervert." I quickly snapped out of it, took my wife's hand, and said as we left, "Not enough, not enough. I 'll only be satisfied
if I fuck you tonight . " We drove to the hotel as agreed. In the car, I realized my wife really wasn't wearing underwear . Her black pubic hair and pink vulva were faintly visible through the thin black stockings, making me uneasy while driving. At the dinner table, my friends were all captivated by my wife's attire, their eyes constantly lingering on her. It wasn't surprising, really; besides my wife, the other three were men, including my brother, Mr. S. My wife was still shy around Mr. S. Having learned from her previous experiences, knowing he was a lecherous man , and fearing further harassment in public, she deliberately chose a seat with someone between them, avoiding sitting next to him. Mr. S understood this too, pretending not to notice, sitting opposite my wife. But I saw everything clearly. The hour-long dinner passed quickly with toasts and conversation. Everyone was tipsy, and my hand kept stroking my wife's crotch under the table, my fingers rhythmically poking her vulva through her stockings. Under my constant stimulation, my wife's face flushed even more . At this point, one of my friends got up to pay the bill. Seeing that it was the weekend and I didn't want to go home , I suggested we go to a bar. S immediately agreed, "Great, let's have some fun, I approve!" My wife's legs trembled slightly; I knew she was imagining something exciting. She probably wanted to say something, but she nodded in agreement. The other two friends said they had to leave. Actually, I knew they didn't have female companions and felt it wouldn't be fun with just a few men. "Hey, would n't it be fun with my wife here?" I thought to myself. "S is so smart." And so, my wife, S, and I got up and went to the bar for the second part of the night. Just as my wife got up and walked towards the restaurant door, I noticed from behind that her inner thighs were glistening with a few drops of vaginal fluid. It turned out my wife had already aroused me to the point of squirting. I'm sure Mr. S saw it too. Taking advantage of his drunkenness, he naturally walked up and put his arm around my wife's waist, saying as he walked, "Sister-in-law, let's go, let's go drinking and have a drink." I quickly followed, and the three of us...

We hailed a taxi and went to the lively V bar in our area. (No drinking and driving, so we took a taxi.)
After arriving at the bar, my wife and I went upstairs to find a seat, while S paid the fare since he sat in the front

. From the moment we entered the bar, my wife became the focus of many strange men. Her slightly messy hair,

exposed shoulders in the night, and even the right half of her breast were visible, her tight skirt swaying with her steps,

tightly hugging her shapely buttocks. I asked my wife, "Do you like being stared at so intently? Are you afraid of what I might do

?" Leaning on my arm, she said as we walked, "Since I dared to come, I'm not afraid. Besides, I want to try something

new , with you.
" Inside the bar, it was packed with people, with passionate songs and the DJ's shouts creating a lively

atmosphere. The layout of V bar was simple, shaped like a "回" (hui). The bar was surrounded by booths in a circle, with a DJ booth in the center,

and numerous small round tables around the DJ booth. There were only three of us, and we finally found a

table near the DJ booth. S followed us there. At the bar, it's all about drinking and playing dice; when the music

gets really loud, people jump and joke around the table.
I held my wife tightly from behind, leaning against the table, her elbows on it, while S sat

close to us. Actually, I didn't come to the bar to drink; it was just that

I had lewd thoughts about my wife, wanting to use the alcohol to my advantage and have sex with her in public. My wife understood, and from

the beginning, she stopped resisting me. With S there, many bold sexual fantasies kept popping up.
S was also very understanding; he didn't immediately show his lust for my wife. Instead, after ordering a bottle

of liquor, he invited her to play dice with him. My wife was too embarrassed to refuse. I wasn't idle; I wrapped my arms around her waist from behind,

pressing her tightly against my chest. My hands moved in tandem, my left hand groping under her clothes

, my right hand slipping under her skirt and caressing her. All of this

was done secretly, under the cover of the dim light and the small round table. My wife was panting, but she couldn't show it, while also

playing dice with Mr. S. She had no interest in playing, so she kept guessing wrong and drinking. Mr. S,

observing gradually realized what I was doing. As I grew bolder, my left hand grabbed

and groped her breasts inside her clothes, completely ignoring the fact that her top had been lifted halfway by my arm,

exposing her fair, tender flesh.
Finally, my wife couldn't take it anymore and said to Mr. S, "I'm not playing anymore, I keep losing, I'm almost drunk, I'd rather hug my

husband and jump around." S gave a strange laugh, "Okay, okay, I'm almost drunk too, I'm going to the bathroom," and left

. My wife turned around and hugged me tightly, face to face. As she turned, my hand pulled out, accidentally

lifting her top from the front, instantly exposing her two large, white breasts, which pressed against my chest

. It felt so good. I could sense from the corner of my eye that someone nearby must have seen this moment of pure bliss, but

my wife, dazed from my seduction, was oblivious to everything else. I adjusted her top with both hands

, so it wasn't visible anymore, but only I knew the thrill of those soft, large breasts against my chest. My wife

clung tightly to my neck, urgently whispering in my ear, "Honey, I want it, I want you to do it to me." I

replied, "How can we do that? Let's go somewhere else." Hearing this, my wife squinted and leaned on my shoulder, saying intermittently, "I can't walk...

I can't walk." "Wait, touch me down there." "It feels so good." "And so, I slipped my hands under her skirt, caressing my wife's buttocks

through her stockings, while we swayed to the music.
Just as I was enjoying my wife's body, Mr. S returned sometime earlier. Seeing that we were both

holding each other tightly with our eyes closed, and not seeing my hands, he understood that my wife was being stimulated. He probably sensed

the time was right, and silently placed his hands on my wife's slender waist, pretending to dance

a slow sway with us. As soon as Mr. S released his hands, he suddenly felt that his fingers weren't touching silk clothing, but soft

flesh. He then understood why my wife's chest was pressed tightly against mine; the front of her clothes

had been lifted up above her breasts, but because the silk was loose and the back wasn't lifted, it

wasn't visible at all."
S felt the stimulation and involuntarily moved closer to my wife's back. His hands were no longer just lightly

placed on her waist, but instead he hugged her tightly from behind, pressing them against her back. The three of us were

stuck together like sandwich fillings. At that moment, my wife and I weren't thinking about anything else; we were completely immersed in

our passion. I was no longer satisfied with touching her through her

stockings , easily revealing her soft, white flesh.

My fingers kept slipping into the crevice of her crotch. My wife cooperated by slightly opening her legs and standing up.

S wasn't idle either. His hands moved up and grasped my wife's breasts, even lifting the fabric of her thin-stringed bra

, his fingers constantly stimulating her nipples. With the increasing stimulation, my wife's cries

grew louder in my ears, but they were drowned out by the even louder music.
My wife and I both sensed S's arrival, but we pretended not to notice, especially since it was

the kind of excitement we both longed for. S was no longer satisfied with ravaging my wife's upper body, but he couldn't bear to leave her

proud breasts. He only touched her breasts with one hand while the other moved down her body. S was

more impatient than me; his hand had barely reached her lower body when he forcefully tore at my wife's stockings. Since I had already

ripped the back of her stockings, and with my continued force, the front stockings were easily torn by S.
S's bent hand directly touched my wife's clitoris. My fingers accidentally touched S's

, and I was startled. Embarrassed, I opened my eyes and looked at S. Unexpectedly, S was also

looking at me, gave an awkward smile, and whispered, seemingly unsure whether to address me or my wife, "I didn't expect your wife

to be without underwear. I've been wanting to enjoy this for a long time." I just smiled slightly, then closed my eyes and continued

to ravish my wife.
My wife, meanwhile, reached down and grabbed my hand, touching herself, while saying, "Old..."

"Honey, I...I...want...to...go...to...the...to...the...to...the...to...the...to...the...to...the...to...the...to...the...to...the...to

... the...to...the...to

...the...to...the...to...the...to...the...to...the...to...the...to...the...to...the...to...the...to...the...to...the...

to

the...to...the...to...the...to...the...to...not...this...
?" "Honey, tell him to stop." S knew that if he didn't stop, my wife and I would get angry, so he

immediately stopped, but still wouldn't let go of my wife, saying, "Sister-in-law, I can't help myself." He then said to me, "Brother,

you know I've always had feelings for your wife, so please don't hesitate and just let me have my way." At that moment, I was too embarrassed

to say anything, so I could only say, "Don't rush, let me take my wife to

the restroom to tidy up first, we'll talk later." My wife nodded repeatedly when she heard me say this, and S-kun, seeing that he couldn't say anything either, cooperated with me to slowly and quietly

lower the front of my wife's top and tug at her skirt before the three of us let go.
At that point, I didn't care what the people around us were guessing, and I took my wife's hand and walked towards the restroom.
The restroom at the bar was unisex, with more than a dozen stalls. My wife and I quickly went into an empty one

, and only then, under the light of the restroom, did I notice my wife's appearance. My wife's face was flushed, her top was wrinkled

, and her stockings had been torn to rips. My wife's eyes were glazed, and she was murmuring, "I want, I want..."
She naturally lifted her skirt, sticking out her buttocks and showing me her vulva. I immediately unzipped my pants,

pulled out my penis, and thrust it directly into my wife's private parts. It was so smooth and wet, her vagina already soaked.

With my entry, she cried out in release. As we moved,

seemingly oblivious to the suspicions of those outside using the restroom, we shamelessly enjoyed each other's bodies.

I took off her top and hung it on the doorknob, ripped off her bra, leaving her upper body naked for me to enjoy. Just

then, S called from outside, "Brother, open the door, let's use the restroom together." I knew he was faking it; I knew

he was determined to have sex with my wife today. My wife, while I was penetrating her, said, "What should we do?

Isn't he doing this on purpose, honey?" "I think it's because we haven't been out for so long, S probably thought we'd

already , so he couldn't resist," I said. S vaguely heard us in one of the stalls and knocked on the door, shouting, "

All the stalls are full! I really need to use the restroom, hurry up and open the door!" I almost laughed at his exaggerated manner

. Helpless, I could only stop, both amused and annoyed, and open the door while

my wife hid to the side. S rushed in impatiently, saying, "Sorry, I was really in a real hurry."
The three of us ended up crammed together in the bar's restroom stall, and my wife

was taken by S and me there. S was incredibly vigorous; after being given oral sex by my wife, he quickly took my place and

penetrated . I was holding her from behind, my arms around her legs, allowing S

to ejaculate directly from the front. The most exciting part was that we secretly opened the stall door a crack when we finished,

thankfully no one was outside.
From then on, S's desire for my wife intensified. And my beloved wife became increasingly frenzied and

lustful .
[The End
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