My drunk wife was raped in front of me.

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My wife's name is Ren Nian, she's 29 years old and works for a foreign trade company. Back when she was in foreign language school

, she had a large following, which speaks volumes about her looks and figure. You

might not believe she's untainted by the world, but it's true. Although Ren Nian loves to have fun and can be quite wild, she's a traditional and conservative girl at heart . We dated for six years, and she only gave me

her virginity on our wedding night . 　　After graduation, thanks to her excellent grades, strong spoken English, and her stunning figure and beautiful face, Ren Nian easily landed a job at a fairly large local foreign trade company. In those six years, the little girl has grown into a top performer, highly regarded by the boss. She's risen through the ranks, from junior supervisor to sales manager, and now sales director. Deals that are usually difficult to close are almost guaranteed to be secured when my wife takes the lead. 　　Of course, the secret lies in a woman's youth, beauty, and skillful flirting. Ren Nian strikes the right balance, and I have complete faith in her abilities, so I never worry about her when she goes out to meet clients. At most , she might get a little cuddled, or she might try to seduce them with alcohol and sweet talk. Few clients can resist her coquettish persuasion, and even the most difficult clients eventually sign the agreement willingly. 　　Ren Nian manages over 20 sales staff, 15 or 16 of whom are men. Anyone in sales knows that men rely on thick skin, while women rely on shamelessness. My wife is shrewd; she manages to maintain both her image and her reputation. She wins over clients with sweet talk, takes the sweetness, and even returns the favor . I'm very proud and gratified to have such a wife. 　　Because my job pays well, in the short two years of our marriage, her income, combined with my company stock options , has made our lives more comfortable than our peers. Not only did I buy , but I also got my own BMW. Logically, I should be very satisfied with my current life, but no… First, boredom . 　　I don't know when it started, but my sex life with Ren Nian has become less and less frequent, and the attraction between us has weakened. Is it because we're too busy with work? Or is it because we've lost interest? I don't know. To outsiders, we're a perfect couple , a match made in heaven. Our privileged life is the envy of everyone. Only we know that life is slowly devouring our passion, leaving us like two walking corpses. Gradually, she also uses excuses like working overtime, being tired, wanting to postpone it, or not feeling well. When she's in the mood again, my mechanical cooperation can never bring her to orgasm. 　　I've been sleeping in the study for almost half a year now. In these six months, I've experienced many firsts in my life: my first time on Caoliu, Chunman Siheyuan, my first time seeing Hu Zuofei's masterpiece—that night I was so excited I couldn't sleep. I resent my own depravity; how could I like this type of article? How could I be so excited ? I was overjoyed, overjoyed that after reading these articles, my passion for my wife was slowly being rekindled. I fantasized that the heroine in the articles was my beloved wife, Ren Nian, and that she was being unknowingly lifted up by a man and forcefully penetrated… 　　Of course, this was impossible. I have my job, I have my social status. My wife has her career, and it's hard to imagine the embarrassing situation we would face if such a thing really happened. All of this could only remain in my fantasies. Making love to my wife with these fantasies, that day, I gave her an unprecedented orgasm… II. Promotion 　　My wife's performance was getting better and better. This time, a Russian client, after three or four salespeople had failed, had no choice but to ask my wife for help. As the sales director, I certainly couldn't give up on such a big client easily. So my wife, along with two assistants, invited the client to a buffet at the city's most upscale five-star hotel. During the meal, my wife was impeccably dressed in a light purple business suit, exuding both elegance and a touch of ethereal charm. After taking her seat , she naturally removed her purple jacket, revealing a white floral-collared blouse that accentuated her 34B bust. Her waistline was perfectly proportioned, and her buttocks, slightly raised a third of the way up in the chair, outlined the perfect proportions of an Eastern woman. Her long hair was elegantly styled in a bun, and her makeup was subtle yet sophisticated, neither overly formal nor artificial. Beneath her long eyelashes were a pair of captivating eyes. 　　English and Russian were exchanged in turn, along with toasts of vodka, beer, and Wuliangye (a type of Chinese liquor). After several rounds, the Russian man was defeated, his usual arrogance vanishing, replaced by a gentle yet firm demeanor. He obediently signed the agreement. When it came time to pay the bill, he even insisted on doing so, saving the company another penny. Their boss invited my wife; it was truly a blessing from a past life. It's said that this single order brought their company at least 30 million yuan in revenue, net profit... Damn, I just don't understand this industry, and I've heard it's very murky. Otherwise, with such a capable wife, I might as well start my own foreign trade company . III. Celebration 　　With such achievements, a celebration banquet was inevitable. And that's where the exciting story begins. 　　My wife attends dozens of similar celebration banquets every year. Today was a little special; it was both the tenth wedding anniversary of their boss and his wife, and the fifteenth anniversary of the company's founding. Add to that this huge order, and my wife also got a promotion—from sales director to senior sales director. Don't underestimate those two extra titles. It means her salary will at least double, and her year-end cash bonus will start at least 500,000 yuan . 　　The celebration banquet was, of course, held at a five-star hotel in the city, with hundreds of employees celebrating together. Some mid-to- high-level leaders were enjoying drinks and conversation in private rooms. They had extended a warm invitation to me, but firstly, I didn't have time, and secondly, I really disliked such boisterous occasions. So I politely declined, and my wife knew my feelings, so she didn't press me. 　　That night, I happened to finish work at the company early, grabbed a quick bite downstairs, and then aimlessly went home. I opened the novel "Spring Full" and started reading... one exciting story after another got my blood pumping, especially the parts where the wife was drugged by her husband and then had a friend rape her, or the wife was drunk and being cheated on—those scenes really excited me...

Before I knew it, the clock had struck one, and my wife still hadn't returned. A sense of

foreboding … I dialed her number. She was clearly quite drunk on the other end,

saying five sentences, four of which were directed at others, with only one answering me. This annoyed me, and I

quickly hung up. Recalling the scene, I realized it was in a large karaoke room; judging from the atmosphere

, there were at least 20 men and women. Although the exchange was brief, I gleaned

some essential information: "It's not over yet," "I'll go to sleep," "She'll be back around three…"

Reading this, imagining my wife, Ren Nian, being the center of attention at the karaoke, I drifted off to

sleep .
IV. Returning Home
Suddenly, the phone rang, waking me. Seeing it was my wife on the caller ID, I thought she might have forgotten her keys

, so I quickly answered. A man's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Brother Huan, this is Liu Qiang. Sister Nian

is drunk. I've taken her downstairs. Could you come down and pick her up?"
Here's some background: I live on the 28th floor of a serviced apartment building, where each unit has its own

elevator. You need a room card to use the elevator, and it automatically recognizes the floor,

ensuring , but it's a bit inconvenient. Imagine my friend lives downstairs, and I want to

visit him. I have to take the elevator down to the first floor, then he has to come down to pick me up, swipe his room card, and

go straight to the 27th floor. Getting back to the point, it's precisely because of this inconvenience that Ren Nian's colleague, Liu Qiang, had to

call me.
After hanging up, I rushed downstairs, partly out of concern for my wife, and partly because I was worried about Liu Qiang

. My wife had told me a few times that he was a womanizer, frequently visiting prostitutes, and had even been arrested by the police

, only to be bailed out by a colleague from his department. Now that Ren Nian was alone with him, how could I not

be anxious?
I took the elevator downstairs and saw Liu Qiang's car parked at the building entrance. He was smoking next to the car; he was fairly handsome,

but dressed casually in a polo shirt, loose beach shorts, and sandals.
Seeing me come out, he immediately threw away his cigarette and greeted me, saying, "Brother Huan, Sister Nian drank too much today. She just

threw up. Please help her home." I said, "Thank you so much, Xiao Liu!" Liu Qiang said, "Brother Huan

, you're too kind. Sister Nian usually takes good care of us; it's only right that I look after her occasionally."
At that moment, for some reason, the word "take care" felt awkward to me. But

I didn't think much of it and helped the unconscious Xiao Nian out of the car. Her black short dress was now

wrinkled and damp, with some water stains on the chest. I held her upper body and pulled her out of the car. The smell of alcohol on her was indeed

strong. Xiao Nian just lay there limply, letting me carry her. A question arose in my mind, and I asked Liu Qiang: Was she really

this drunk? "How did you get her into the car?"
Liu Qiang hurriedly replied, "Sister Nian was conscious just now, but she was probably too tired and fell asleep. Don't say

anything , let's help her back quickly.
" I carried Xiao Nian, struggling like I was dragging a corpse, to the building entrance. Because she was so limp

, I couldn't hold her securely with just one hand. Although she only weighed a little over 90 pounds, you know what it means when

a person weighing a little over 90 pounds is completely unconscious. At the building entrance, I

frantically searched for my room key. At this moment, Liu Qiang, who was about to get into the car and leave, saw how disheveled I was and came up to me, saying,

"Brother Huan, I see you're working too hard by yourself, let me help you take Sister Nian upstairs." I was indeed too weak

, so I said, "Then I'll trouble you. I can also get a glass of water upstairs."
V. Testing
Liu Qiang didn't stand on ceremony. He took one of Xiao Nian's arms and wrapped it around his neck. So,

with Xiao Nian on either side, I took out my room key, opened the elevator, and dragged her in.
The elevator had a marble floor. The instant I stepped inside, I vaguely saw that Liu Qiang's hand behind me

seemed to be supporting Xiao Nian's buttocks, not her waist. What surprised and unsettled me even more was that Xiao Nian

didn't seem to be wearing underwear.
I felt a bit dazed, and in my confusion, I forgot to swipe my card. If Liu Qiang hadn't reminded me, I probably would

have continued standing there dumbfounded. Since the card reader was on the left side of the elevator, and Liu Qiang and I, supporting Xiao

Nian, went straight to the right rear side, and Xiao Nian was unconscious and limp, I didn't dare

let go . I had to ask Liu Qiang to hold her tight so she could lean against the elevator wall while I swiped my card.
It was only a two-step distance, yet it left the two men, or rather, me, in such a predicament. Because

when I swiped my card and turned back to them, I saw Liu Qiang embracing Xiao Nian—or rather, they were embracing each other

tightly. Liu Qiang's left hand was holding Xiao Nian's left hand, which was wrapped around his neck. His right hand was behind Xiao Nian,

perhaps on her waist, perhaps on her hip.
As I walked over and helped Xiao Nian up her drooping right hand, I glanced behind her and was shocked.

Liu Qiang 's hand wasn't on Xiao Nian's waist at all, but inside her skirt… If I hadn't

been exposed to so much at Chunman and Caoliu, my first reaction would probably have been to punch him. But at this moment, I only felt excitement

. It was hard to imagine that my dignified and shrewd wife, Xiao Nian, outwardly trendy but inwardly conservative, was being secretly groped by her subordinate in

front of her husband.
We were chatting idly in the elevator, but I've long forgotten what we talked about. My heart was only

focused on the hand under her skirt. I looked down at my slippers; there were six feet on the floor, the two small and pink ones in the middle

being my wife, Xiao Nian. Looking further down, I could vaguely see the reflection of Xiao Nian's skirt on the black marble

. A hand was moving in and out between her legs—not mine, but Liu Qiang's.
From the first floor to the twenty-eighth floor, a journey that usually takes only a minute and a half, felt like an hour and a half tonight. I

turned to look at Xiao Nian's face; her pretty features were slightly furrowed, her cheeks flushed, making her incredibly beautiful. Her

light makeup was a little smudged, but it didn't detract from her beauty; on the contrary, it added to her allure.
As the elevator ascended, I felt Xiao Nian's body moving slightly up and down. My left hand held her

right arm, and my right hand gripped the card, bracing myself on the right side of the elevator for balance. My eyes were fixed on the floor, on

the reflection between Xiao Nian's legs. I finally saw it clearly—it was Liu Qiang's hand, and I was certain that Xiao Nian wasn't wearing...

Underwear, and at that moment, Liu Qiang's middle finger was going in and out of Xiao Nian's vagina. It wasn't the elevator shaking, but

Xiao Nian writhing up and down as Liu Qiang fingered her.
This guy is too bold. He was chatting with me about random things to distract me, but he was

secretly inserting his finger into my wife's vagina right in front of me, Xiao Nian's real husband. I drifted off into a daze, countless questions flooding

my mind . When did their celebration party end? Did Liu Qiang bring his wife home directly? Or did he take

his unconscious wife to a random parking lot, spend only 5 or 10 yuan, and have real sex with

his boss, who was also the most beautiful woman in the company? If it were me, I believe I wouldn't let such an opportunity pass

! It must be, otherwise how could Xiao Nian's underwear be missing?
But how could Liu Qiang be so stupid? If he was cheating, how could he lose his underwear? Did he only just

realize that his wife wasn't wearing underwear? When exactly were his wife's underwear taken off? Just as I was being troubled by countless

unsolvable problems, "ding-dong," the elevator arrived.
VI. Zhenjun
Along with the elevator ding-dong, I also heard some faint slapping and water sounds. Without a doubt, it was

Liu Qiang before pulling out his finger, taking advantage of the moment he was about to get up, the elevator shaking, and the elevator alarm, giving my

wife a final, fierce thrust inside her vagina. My apartment was to the right of the elevator exit. We helped my wife up to get out.

I pressed my thumb on the fingerprint lock, and the door opened.
We helped Xiao Nian to the living room sofa, carefully setting her down to lean against the right side. I got up and told

Liu Qiang to sit down and rest, and went to get him some water. He waved his hand repeatedly, saying it was getting late and he had to leave. As he waved, I

clearly saw glistening water stains on his right hand—without a doubt, it was my wife's vaginal fluid. At this point, I didn't

want him to leave so quickly. First, I wanted to answer all my questions from the elevator; second, I wanted to continue to humiliate

my lovely wife, Xiao Nian; and third, we had just entered the room, and I couldn't leave without settling Xiao Nian in. If he wanted to leave, I would have

to escort him downstairs, otherwise he couldn't leave without his room key.
I directly stated the third reason, and he couldn't refuse, so he said he would help me settle Sister Nian in.

I poured him a glass of water and told him to sit for a while. I then wanted to help Xiao Nian into the bathroom to help her wash up.
Unexpectedly, after helping Xiao Nian up, I hadn't even stood up properly when I tripped over my own slippers and almost made Xiao Nian fall.

Fortunately, Liu Qiang reacted quickly and caught Xiao Nian from the side. After the scare, he hurriedly said, "Brother Huan, let me help

you. You're really struggling by yourself." I glanced to the side and saw that Liu Qiang's hand was indeed on the right spot, tightly

gripping Xiao Nian's right breast, lifting her up and handing her back to me.
Of course, I couldn't refuse, so I said, "Help me get her to the bathroom and wipe her face." We

stumbled and helped Xiao Nian into the first-floor bathroom. It wasn't big; the toilet was on the left, and a

double .
We helped Xiao Nian to the sink, Liu Qiang continued supporting her, and I grabbed a towel,

turned on the hot water, wrung it out, and carefully wiped Xiao Nian's face. Perhaps it was the hot water,

but Xiao Nian's face became even redder, though her brows furrowed more, and her breathing became increasingly rapid.
"Oh no, she's going to vomit," Liu Qiang said, looking at Xiao Nian in the mirror. Because she was so limp,

vomiting at this moment could easily cause suffocation, with potentially dangerous consequences. I quickly pulled Xiao Nian to the toilet, propped her

up, and had Liu Qiang stand behind her, holding her hands to help her bend over at almost a 90-

degree angle, her head facing the toilet. I held her shoulders, patted her chest, and tried to help her

vomit up the remaining alcohol in her stomach.
As my attention was focused entirely on Xiaonian's upper body, I vaguely saw Liu Qiang

grab Xiaonian's arms with both hands simultaneously, freeing his left hand to move it around between his legs a couple of times, before grabbing Xiaonian's

left and right hands . I told him to hold on tight, and I poured some warm water for Xiaonian to use, in case she vomited and rinsed

her mouth with warm water to help her sober up.
I turned to the sink to pour water, and looking in the mirror, nothing seemed amiss. But a quick

glance out a chill down my spine. It turned out that there were some clues from the side. I had thought there was something

wrong with Xiaonian's skirt earlier, and now I saw that the hem of the skirt was covering Liu Qiang's lower body, and from Liu Qiang's side, his penis

had already been pulled out from the left side of his loose beach shorts and inserted into Xiaonian's vagina. For me, on their right

, the current position was a very concealed rear-entry position.
Xiao Nian's hands were tightly held behind her back by Liu Qiang, her lower body pressed against her bare buttocks,

her vagina wrapped tightly around his penis, unable to move. What Liu Qiang needed to do

was simple: he only needed to gently release her, and Xiao Nian's body would lean forward, causing his penis to slip

slightly out of her vagina. But with a pull, Liu Qiang would tighten his grip, causing her wet vagina to once again envelop his

entire penis. All this, along with her husband, who was constantly supporting her upper body,

facilitating their intercourse.
"Liu Qiang, I'm truly defeated by you. You're so bold and meticulous, daring to think and act!" "Since that's the case,

I might as well go all the way." I leaned down, supporting Xiao Nian's shoulders, and asked Liu Qiang to help move back and forth, to see if he could help

Xiao Nian vomit. This happened dozens of times, filling the bathroom with a lewd atmosphere. Several times,

I could even clearly hear the sounds of flesh hitting flesh. Liu Qiang's strength was also greatly depleted.
Xiao Nian finally vomited. I quickly supported her upper body with my left arm while

reaching for the water glass with my right.
I could clearly feel Xiao Nian's body still moving back and forth. Just as I bent down to pick

up the water glass, Xiao Nian's body blocked Liu Qiang's view. He couldn't see me, and I couldn't see

his face, but I could clearly see for the first time what was under her skirt: a dark, thick penis

moving in and out of my wife Xiao Nian's vagina. Her sparse pubic hair was covered in vaginal fluid.

Even this angle, I could see her clitoris was erect from stimulation, her labia weakly enveloping his

penis, sucking on the man she had once looked down upon, tightly serving him.
Liu Qiang's movements became faster and more unrestrained. With a muffled groan, he stopped, and I saw his

legs trembling. He ejaculated inside my wife's vagina for about four or five seconds. Perhaps it was because his desire was satisfied...

Satisfied, he quickly switched hands again, pulling his still semi-erect penis out of my wife Xiaonian's

vagina and shoving it back into his beach shorts.
After vomiting, Xiaonian regained a little consciousness. We slowly helped her up, walked out of the bathroom, and helped her

lean against the sofa. Slightly regaining her senses, she cried out that she felt uncomfortable, her legs weakly kicking the ground.

Liu Qiang said goodbye again and was about to leave. Of course, I didn't stop him. I prepared to see him downstairs. The moment we stepped out, we both

glanced again at Xiaonian leaning against the sofa. Her legs were wide open, her short skirt had been pulled up to her waist, and her pink vulva was exposed to the door .

As the door closed, I clearly saw the thick semen of another man

flowing . Turning back, I saw Liu Qiang's unintentional smile at the elevator entrance.

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