The publicly exposed wife (The End)

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I. My Wife's Body Is No Secret

Public nudity sounds like something that should never be allowed. However,
a highly controversial reality show called "Public Nudity" recently started in this city.
Initiated by a man of considerable influence from out of town, and having overcome obstacles through a new legal amendment, this morally condemned
program was launched openly.

"Public Nudity" airs every few nights, released online, and
its popularity has even attracted coverage from some television stations. The show promises that participation is entirely voluntary
and requires a small fee; anyone willing can expose themselves in the street for an hour. The production crew
consists of a group of burly men who set up a cordon around the participants' areas
to prevent disturbances.

Participants in "Public Nudity" are both men and women, primarily catering to the exhibitionist desires of some
and satisfying the curiosity of the audience. All participants wear uniform head coverings to prevent recognition
, and the style and location of the exposure are flexible. Some people choose to run naked in the city center, while others choose
to lie down and be watched, including some who masturbate in public.

I wasn't particularly interested in this program until my wife shyly asked me to participate
. I was initially very surprised, but my wife has a very strong sex drive and is
quite open-minded, so I acquiesced and even suggested we go to register together.
Am I being too open-minded as a husband? Actually, letting the whole world see my wife's naked body
isn't a bad thing. My wife and I quietly arrived at the registration point under the cover of night. To maintain confidentiality, the registration point changes

daily, and there are people at the entrance to guide participants and prevent being followed or spied on. Even so, my wife and I wore hats and sunglasses before daring to go. 　　Tonight, we were greeted by a slightly overweight man who sat behind a simple table and smiled as he asked my wife and me to sit down. 　　"Please see our suggested services," the overweight man said, handing us a form. 　　The wife took the form and examined it carefully. It listed different types of nudity services, including those in downtown areas and inside buildings, ranging from complete nudity to partial nudity, and even details about staff assistance . After reading it through, she smiled and asked, "Excuse me, for complete nudity in downtown areas, can you add staff services?" The fat man smiled and said, "Of course! What kind of service would you like, Madam? We can provide rope bondage, teasing, dog walking, and the like. With your refined air, rope bondage would look very good on you." The wife smiled and shook her head, her cheeks flushing. "Excuse me, is there anything a bit more intense? I want some violence." "Oh?" The fat man was clearly a little surprised. He looked his wife up and down and said, "That's fine, but I don't know what kind of effect you want, madam?" "How about this?" His wife became excited. She pointed to her chest and said, "I want the audience to think my body is very sexy and beautiful at first. Then you guys make me look really embarrassing, the more humiliating the better, to shock the audience." "Heh heh, madam, you're really daring. Since our show started, no one has ever thought of exposing themselves and playing with violence on the street. So, may I ask how you want it to be? Could you be more specific?" "Hmm~ I think it would be great if I could be beaten up by a bunch of thugs in front of so many people." "Don't worry, madam. Our staff might not be good at other things, but they're definitely good at haha." The fat man picked up the phone and said a few words. Two young men dressed like thugs quickly emerged. The fat man pointed at my wife and repeated his request. 　　The two thugs looked at the wife's body and laughed wildly, "Slutty little sister, how do you want your big brother to beat you?" The wife stood up and unbuttoned her top. Her breasts were already very full, and unbuttoning her clothes immediately kicked the two thugs' penises away. The wife blushed and said, "My request is that you don't make me unable to walk. You can hit my breasts, my genitals, or my buttocks as much as you want. I think it would be best if you could take some very thick 'nanbangguo' (a type of Chinese liquor) and knock me unconscious in public." The thugs laughed, "Little sister, tell me honestly, what's the most exciting thing you can imagine? I'll try my best to satisfy you." The wife blushed with embarrassment and stammered , "I often fantasize about being stripped naked and hung upside down, and then a group of strong men with big sticks beat my genitals hard, beat me to death, and then hang me like this to dry into black jerky. How exciting!" " Hahaha, " the thugs laughed so hard they almost fell over. 　　At this point, the fat man shook his head and said, "That won't do. What if you lose your sexual ability after being beaten? What if you sue us later?" His wife frowned and said, "How can it be considered shameful if I'm not beaten to the point of being temporarily unable to have sex? You have to beat me hard, so the audience can see me beaten beyond recognition." "Sigh," the fat man sighed, "That's fine, but you have to sign an agreement that any physical damage is voluntary." "No problem, so when can we start?" His wife smiled lewdly. 　　"I think, since we haven't had a performance yet, let's do it tonight. With your great figure, Madam, the audience will definitely be packed later , hehe." The fat man looked at his wife and smiled. 　　Half an hour later, the fat man and I were in a van, watching the designated area from afar. His wife's entrance was by being thrown out of another van. She was completely naked when she came out, and she was wearing that opaque hood, so it was indeed difficult to recognize her, except for someone like me who was extremely familiar with her body. 　　The wife appeared on the city's busiest pedestrian street, where countless pedestrians were drawn to the naked woman. The wife had a stunning figure; at only twenty-three, she possessed naturally large, E-cup breasts, long, slender legs, and skin as smooth as porcelain. 　　Unable to see, she stopped after a few steps, allowing the passersby to admire her body. Among these people might be those who recognized her or had seen her before. They couldn't believe that such naked in the street. Suddenly, cell phone flashes went off wildly. 　　The crowd grew larger and larger, surging, as four burly men each held a rope, holding the wife...

A square, roughly five meters on each side, was drawn around the wife's body to prevent audience disruption. Cameramen also
appeared, two professionals intently filming the wife's lewd act of exposing herself completely naked in the middle of the street.
The sign behind the cameramen indicated this was a reality show called "Public Nudity."

The wife seemed to sense the intense gazes from all sides. Under the watchful eyes of so many, she
spread her legs and touched her vulva, the clear, glistening fluid coating her fingers.

"Wow! This woman is so beautiful, and so sexy! Everyone, look!" "Wow, that's outrageous!
This woman must be a prostitute!" The crowd chattered, and the wife became even more embarrassed; her face
must .

At this moment, four hooded thugs entered the enclosed performance area. These were probably the assistants assigned by
the production team. They all had their sleeves rolled up, carrying thick wooden sticks,
one of them also carrying a blunt-tipped plastic rod as thick as a bowl. They surrounded the wife, the leader
reaching out to cup her firm breasts. Her pink nipples bobbed up and down, looking rather adorable.

The leader yelled, "Woman, we're going to beat you up to relieve our boredom. Tell us where you want to hit us
!" Hearing this, the wife immediately knelt on the ground, cupping her breasts with her hands, clearly
saying, "Hit me there." Her body trembled slightly, whether from fear or
excitement , perhaps more from excitement, as her inner thighs glistened with vaginal fluid, indicating she was
close to orgasm.

Two thugs grabbed the wife's hands, while two others swung wooden sticks, striking her
breasts . Wooden sticks, hard and sturdy objects, are harmless against stone,
but they are destructive weapons against a woman's tender breasts. The wife's full breasts were immediately deformed, their perfect
shape bursting with an exciting transformation, as if the alluring flesh within was about to burst open.

Each blow from the thugs made the wife tremble. The hood muffled her voice, and the onlookers stared wide-
eyed as her beautiful breasts were flung about. The program had never seen
such violence before. The explosive footage immediately went viral on Weibo,
making the wife's naked body instantly famous. No, what was even more shocking was that such a beautiful body was being brutally beaten in the street.

The thugs struck her twenty times, making her breasts look like they were about to fall off. The wife fell to
the ground , but her private parts were clearly even wetter. The two thugs who had been holding her released their grip, and
four of them kicked her repeatedly, as if she were a sandbag. Thugs

beating people in the street wasn't uncommon, but beating a beautiful naked woman like this was extremely rare, especially
since they deliberately targeted her breasts and private parts. The wife struggled on the ground, her body covered
in bruises . The onlookers cheered, their lust fueled by the brutal beating of her private parts.

"Kick her!" "Good! Good! Kick this big-breasted girl to pieces!" "Kick that slut's rotten cunt to pieces!!"
The thugs kicked her for over a minute. The wife lay on the ground with her arms and legs spread wide, seemingly exhausted, her
breathing labored. But the thugs clearly hadn't had enough. Two of them grabbed her legs and pulled them apart,
while the other two picked up wooden sticks, aimed at her pink vulva, and struck her hard.

The brutal beating caused a violent reaction in the wife's body; her legs tensed, and her toes
curled . The severe beating lasted for over thirty times. The wife's genitals were beaten into a mess, various fluids
oozing out, her pubic hair clinging to her wet labia, seemingly oozing blood. As a normally dignified
woman, to be brutally beaten to the point of bleeding in front of so many people—the wife's body had undoubtedly become an
extremely degrading symbol. Just imagining what would happen if acquaintances found out—I simply couldn't bear to think about it.

The thugs removed the thick plastic rod, and the final step was about to begin. Two
thugs grabbed one of the wife's legs, while the other two, one using his hands to pry open her swollen anus, the
other holding the plastic rod with both hands, thrust it forcefully into her anus.

The enormous plastic rod, with its blunt, rounded head, easily slid into the wife's narrow buttocks,
its sheer size instantly stretching her buttocks to an unbelievable width. The wife looked utterly
ridiculous; two men were pulling her legs apart while the other two were forcefully pounding
her anus with a thick, hard rod. If her friends in real life knew how degrading she was,

they certainly wouldn't be able to live with themselves. The wife struggled desperately, the pain of her anus being stretched open almost unbearable. The enormous plastic rod went in
a little, then was pulled out, along with the wife's incontinent feces and urine, spraying all over the ground. The wife
had been tortured to the point of incontinence in the street by the thugs, her beautiful body instantly ruined beyond recognition, but this wasn't all.

The four thugs then shoved the plastic rod into the wife's vagina again, the huge rod pressing directly against her
uterus, stretching her lower body into a bulging shape. Her lower abdomen arched, but as
the rod went deeper, her uterus was pressed down, forcing out a gush of hot fluid. Her legs
went weak; overwhelmed by the immense pain, she fainted.

The thugs, having completed their task, laughed and left, leaving the wife lying in the middle of the pedestrian street, her body covered in
bruises for countless onlookers to feast their eyes on. I saw my wife through the car window; her pink skin
was still striking, her full breasts were covered in bruises, her legs were spread wide, and her vagina and anus were stretched
into an unclosed orifice. Even more humiliating was the presence of filthy feces and
urine beneath her body; she looked exactly like someone who had been beaten to death. If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of her chest and abdomen, the
onlookers wouldn't have known whether they were seeing a woman or a woman's corpse.

The wife lay motionless on the ground, unconscious. Passersby took photos, and this lively scene lasted for
about an hour before the reality show's time was up. The wife slowly moved her limbs; she gradually regained consciousness,
but seemed unable to get up. At this moment, four staff members who had been controlling the barrier came over, helped her up, quickly
got into a nearby car, and drove away from the street.

The show ended, and the wife received treatment at a private hospital provided by the production team. Her injuries were actually not serious.
After applying the medicine, she could walk again, though a full recovery would take several days. I drove my wife home
to rest , her cheeks flushed the whole way. "Honey, your wife's been badly beaten!"
she cried. "It's okay, honey, your face is still so beautiful. When we get home, give your husband a kiss!" I replied happily.

The next day, my wife went to work as usual. I turned on the morning news, and the local TV stations were all discussing last night
's "public nudity." My wife, wearing a hood, had already earned a nickname: "Number One Sex Woman."
Comments from various channels began speculating about who this bold and shameless woman was. Some guessed she was a lonely
mistress, others a prostitute. The internet was in an uproar;
photos of my wife naked in the street last night were everywhere.

I believed my wife would love to see this reaction; she loves secretly exposing herself to others
. At noon, when my wife came home from work, she told me a shocking fact: her colleagues at work were also
discussing last night's breaking news.

"Some colleagues deduced the woman's approximate height and body
proportions based on her appearance in the video. Luckily, they didn't guess me," my wife said, blushing. "They said a woman like that should be torn to
pieces and fed to pigs, and I was just listening." "Hmm, honey, your breasts would be great
food for pigs, so fat," I laughed.

My wife's face turned even redder, and she continued, "The most embarrassing thing was that the supervisor criticized last night
's video in front of us. She said that such a shameless woman should be investigated by everyone, and after uncovering her true identity,
she should be sent to jail." It was an incredibly exciting experience. My wife listened to the comments around her. Although
no one knew her identity, these teasing or accusatory remarks excited her. I pressed, "And
what about you? What did you say?" My wife blushed and waited a while before saying, "Me? I just joined them in cursing that
this woman is despicable and that her flesh should be cut off for spreading rumors and lying." Her face turned even redder, as if she had already
reached orgasm.

II. Torture with Urine on a Delicate Body

The previous lewd incident made my wife's body the talk of the town. Even
after three more episodes of "Public Nudity" aired, the discussion surrounding her body hadn't subsided. Fortunately, no one guessed my wife's true
identity , and she had completely healed her wounds during this time, leaving no trace.

It was the weekend, and my wife snuggled against me, suddenly saying sweetly, "Honey,
how about I go on the show again? This time I want to try something different." "What kind of mischievous idea do you have now?" I grabbed
her full breasts and squeezed them hard.

My wife said shyly, "Last time, many people said they wanted to punish me, so this time I'll provide an opportunity for
them to punish me. It should be fun." I knew my wife wasn't satisfied with being beaten by a few thugs; she wanted
the audience to participate. This was indeed an unimaginable lewd act, so I agreed again.

This time, my wife didn't let me come with her; she just told me to wait at the pedestrian street.

Night fell, and I arrived at the pedestrian street as promised. My wife's appearance shouldn't be far off. Sure enough,
after only ten minutes, my naked wife was once again pushed onto the street by four burly men, and the crowd erupted in cheers.

"Look, isn't that the number one sex symbol? Here she comes again!" "It really is her, it's her, it's her! I recognize
those breasts!" My wife instantly drew all eyes like a celebrity. She
walked confidently a few steps down the street, letting everyone see her restored, perfect body. This time, the four burly men
didn't cordon off the area. They unloaded several large panes of glass from their car and assembled them into a cylindrical
glass tank , about one and a half people tall.

These workers placed my naked wife inside the tank and then erected
a sign covered in writing outside. A daring audience member stepped forward and read: "I am a despicable girl. Please
don't be deceived by my sweet appearance. Today, please use your saliva and urine to
restore . I promise to try my best to drink the beverages you offer me, but if I fail, please subject me
to the extreme torture of burning wax on the spot."

A staff member dropped a pipe into a glass tank. My wife took the pipe and connected it to her urethra
. It was then that I noticed her headgear was unusual today; her eyes had been replaced with sunglasses,
and a zipper had been added to her mouth, indicating she could now expose it.

My wife's game today was even bolder. She stayed inside the tank while the
audience . She had to drink the urine and then expel it through the pipe to the drain outside. If she didn't drink enough and suffocated
in the urine , she would be subjected to public torture: two small buckets filled with molten wax would scald her breasts in front of everyone. 　　Standing at the bottom of the tank, my wife unzipped her lips, revealing her mouth. It wasn't very clear from the outside, which helped her maintain secrecy and was also essential for the show. Fearing that the audience might be too embarrassed to climb onto the top of the water tank to urinate, the staff had specially set up four temporary cubicles outside for interested urinators. 　　This game was clearly a way for my wife to offer herself up for the audience to do as they pleased; if enough people participated , she would definitely be in for a rough time. The audience was obviously interested in dealing with this popular, shameless woman , and soon some volunteered to go into the cubicles. Inside, they received an opaque bottle, poured their urine into it, and left it there for the staff to pour over the glass tank. 　　The pedestrian street was packed with people; many had heard that the "First Lustful Woman" had reappeared and had taken taxis to see the spectacle, causing severe traffic congestion. I checked the comments on Weibo; a large number of viewers supported killing the "First Lustful Woman" with urine, and everyone was eager to soak my wife in it. 　　The staff collected the first batch of urine in twenty jars, which they poured over , drenching my wife in the bright yellow urine in front of everyone. This would have been absolutely unimaginable in the past, but now his wife stood there, letting a stranger's urine flow onto her fair skin, staining her delicate nipples, seeping into her labia, and utterly humiliating her body.

My wife squatted down in the glass tank, sucking up the urine that had just been poured in with her mouth, drinking it
with relish . However, expelling so much urine was no easy task; if enough people joined in,
she would drown.

Among the urine donors, I suddenly spotted some familiar figures—my colleague's family, who were also shopping there. What would they think
if they knew that my wife, their beautiful confidante, was the one drinking their urine ? 　　Half an hour passed, and the donated urine increased. The yellow liquid in the tank had reached my wife 's waist. She was still trying to drink the urine, but so far she had only urinated three times, completely ineffective . 　　A commotion arose in the crowd. Looking closer, I saw that some female spectators, not satisfied , had also donated a can of feces. After a brief discussion, the staff decided to accept it and put it back in the tank. My wife also saw the feces; excitedly rubbing her breasts, she bent down and ate it. The wife's despicable act provoked even more shouts of condemnation from the audience, causing a sudden . 　　Fifteen minutes later, the urine in the tank reached the wife's chin; the urine she had drunk had swollen her stomach, and the audience could see her lower abdomen and full breasts submerged in it. It was now certain that the wife was completely submerged in urine. After a while, the urine reached her forehead, and she struggled to lift her toes to breathe. 　　The urine poured down, and the wife finally disappeared beneath it. Before everyone's eyes, her entire body was immersed in urine; I believe her stomach and vagina were also filled with it. This foul-smelling liquid seeped into her pores, completely transforming her into a repulsive, foul-smelling woman. 　　The audience shouted loudly, all excited by the naked woman submerged in urine. The wife tried to swim to the surface; her breasts swayed in the urine, displaying a strange kind of allure. Taking advantage of the situation, the staff used a rope to bind her waist at the top of the tank, pressing her down to prevent her from surfacing. 　　On the bustling pedestrian street, countless onlookers watched as my wife thrashed about in a vat . Every pore of her body was filled with the liquid, bubbles constantly rising, and her movements grew increasingly weak. After about a minute, the staff pulled her out; she was nearly unconscious and unable to move. 　　"Thud!" The staff threw her body, pulled from the urine, onto the ground, then used a first-aid device to suck the urine out of her lungs. My wife awoke with a cry, gasping for breath before gradually recovering. During this time, everyone watched as this naked woman, covered in urine, lay on the ground, struggling to breathe. The urine 　　had turned her skin a dirty yellow, and she reeked of a foul odor. However , the punishment my wife was about to suffer was not yet over. Her limbs were bound, and she was hung up like a sow, her breasts dangling and swaying in mid-air. The staff also zipped up her mouth, clearly to prevent her from making any unnecessary noise. 　　Now, below my wife were two vats of heated wax, the wax seemingly boiling, awaiting the most delicate flesh. The onlookers were the first to erupt in excitement, shouting to kill this foul-smelling woman, eager to see her make an even bigger spectacle of herself. My wife's body had recovered somewhat; her vulva opened and closed, a sign of her unusual arousal. 　　The staff tilted my wife's upper body downwards, so that her breasts were positioned lower, directly facing the vats of wax. My wife's body lowered little by little, and I could see her breasts, recently soaked in urine , becoming aroused, the nipples visibly swollen, anticipating the violent impact. 　　The most shocking scene arrived: my wife's nipples first sank into the red wax, then the areolas, and then her entire breasts were submerged. The fear of being roasted and the intense pain caused my wife's legs to jerk , her whole body shaking violently, almost spilling the wax. But then, two staff members held her down tightly, so that her breasts would stay submerged in the wax longer, perhaps even getting them cooked . 　　The audience cheered and whistled at the sight. After a short while, the staff members took her off the shelf and threw her on the ground. Her breasts, still surrounded by red wax and emitting a foul odor, lay unconscious on the floor, surrounded by countless spectators and flashing lights. 　　I knew she was even more famous tonight. 　　On Monday at work, my wife heard something incredibly exciting. That night, two of her female colleagues were also there, and they were the two main perpetrators who provided the excrement. My wife had clearly eaten their excrement and drunk their urine, yet they didn't know her identity; they even joined her in cursing how shameless that vile woman was. 　　My wife showed me a video she had secretly recorded on her phone, showing her conversation with those two female colleagues. A female colleague excitedly gestured about what happened last night, even using her hands to demonstrate the length of the feces. She had no idea that the person who ate the feces was standing right next to her. 　　Wow, that's so exciting! My wife's actions mean she was fed urine and feces by her own colleague, and she even drank my colleague's! Let the countless viewers on TV and the internet continue to guess; you'll never guess my wife's identity. She even sprayed perfume to prevent the lingering smell from leaking out , haha. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　III. A Fair Trial 　　My wife's two exposure performances made her famous, and recently, the topic of "the first sex symbol" has filled major media outlets. But this fame quickly attracted problems. Public exposure is inherently a highly controversial moral issue, and my wife's outrageous behavior greatly attracted the attention of two groups. 　　One group was interested in my wife, or rather, perverts. This group constantly discussed her performances , speculating about her identity, and talking about it enthusiastically. Another group, which calls itself a moral guardian, insults wives with the most vicious language and even claims that wives will pay the price.

My wife was completely unfazed by this situation; in fact, you could say she was addicted to it. She even created her
own social media account to personally interact with these netizens. Her appearance made her an internet celebrity,
with countless people leaving messages on her account every day, asking her to perform again.

One day, my wife excitedly told me that she had contacted a group of people and promised them something,
so she needed to prepare to film a video. Excitement filled her pretty face. I asked, "Honey, did you agree to
those admirers?" My wife shook her head and said, "No, those people hate me. They're not admirers
." I was startled. "You mean those moral groups? What did I agree to? Those people
are not to be trifled with." My wife smiled shyly and waved her hand to explain, "No, it's just that they keep saying
I'm a promiscuous woman, that my genitals are definitely black, and some even say my breasts are fake. So I told
them I'd livestream tonight to prove how beautiful my body is, hehe." My wife spoke quite seductively and
lewdly, but I felt something was off. I asked, "You said livestream tonight? Where will you livestream?"
"At home tonight. We'll draw the curtains so no one can tell where it's filmed. Honey, can you shave my pubic hair?" I opened my mouth wide in
surprise . "I'll shave your pubic hair? And then upload it online?" "It's livestream," my wife
corrected.

I was actually going to shave my wife's pubic hair at home and then show it to people online.
What kind of nonsense is this? However, the thought of it was quite exciting. I couldn't help but recall
the huge shock my wife had caused me when she exposed herself in the street a while ago. So, I decided to go for it.

That night, I set up a camera in my study, connected it to the internet, and covered the walls with simple
plastic to avoid being recognized by acquaintances. My wife could wear a hood; her body was already famous
. But I couldn't be recognized, so I deliberately dressed in bulky clothes, choosing outfits I almost never wore
, and I also wore a hood.

My wife seemed particularly excited in front of the camera. She first waved at the lens, greeting her fans in a friendly manner
. I glanced at the computer; the number of people clicking on our live stream had already reached
hundreds of thousands—that was incredible popularity.

My wife remained naked; her nakedness was the safest thing, since everyone had already seen it. I
washed the new razor I had bought and then had my wife spread her legs. With her long, beautiful legs spread, her
private parts were fully exposed under the light, although the thick hair made her labia somewhat difficult to see.

I held up a sign that read "Number One Lustful Woman" and waved it to confirm her identity to the audience. Then,
I officially applied shaving foam to my wife's genitals, making her pubic hair even wetter. My wife
let out a soft moan, her hands gripping her inner thighs, making her vulva
more .

I knew my wife was getting aroused; she knew how many people were watching the video, and I
saw her vulva constantly leaking lubrication. I picked up the razor and began to slowly shave my wife's pubic hair.
Shaving a woman's pubic hair is completely different from shaving a beard; my hands trembled slightly, and I almost
injured my wife's labia several times.

As the razor slid across, my wife's vulva revealed its delicate, white skin. The covering slowly faded, and her tender
labia majora and minora began to be exposed under the light. I knew the audience was watching intently; my wife's vulva
was becoming smoother and smoother, her labia a beautiful color and exquisite shape. My razor grazed
the edge of my wife's labia, her genitals overflowing with lubrication, her labia seemingly trembling.

With all her pubic hair shaved off, my wife's pink labia were fully exposed. It was the first time she had ever felt her
labia so unprotected, and the feeling of excitement and shame made her vulva almost gush with fluid.
"Husband, now, make love with me," my wife whispered, hooking her legs around my waist.

I was stunned for a moment, but quickly ignited by my wife's desire; I was also almost unable to hold back. It was a live broadcast,
so I couldn't take off my clothes, only pulling my pants down a little. My penis was already rock hard, and
my wife 's vulva was overflowing with desire, so foreplay was unnecessary.

Holding my wife's two beautiful legs in my hands, the warm, smooth skin felt incredibly comfortable. In a moment of lust, I
inserted my penis into my wife's vulva right in front of the camera. My wife's vulva was warm and moist, her vagina seemed to suck at my
penis . I thrust in and out, each stroke causing my scrotum to hit my wife's vagina
, the sound of our impact crisp and clear.

My wife moaned softly, because our live stream had audio, and she dared not speak loudly;
the sounds of our bodies colliding were louder than her voice. "Honey, squeeze my breasts hard, let them see if they're
real," she continued softly.

I released her legs and grabbed her breasts with both hands. The large, fleshy mounds changed
shape with a squeeze, the warm, soft flesh filling every corner of my palms—it was indescribably wonderful. Under my vigorous kneading
, my wife's breasts changed shape dramatically, which should be enough to prove that there were no implants inside.

My wife and I made love intensely in front of the camera, but I always felt that my wife's vagina wasn't as tight as before
. When my wife first publicly exposed herself, she was stabbed in the genitals by a large plastic rod on the street,
and it hadn't fully healed to this day. However, her figure was still very good, and because of that, my desire for her hadn't
diminished .

I poured my entire load of semen deep into my wife's vagina, and when my penis was pulled out, thick semen
flowed from her opening, looking incredibly lewd. Our performance caused a huge stir online. My wife
's popularity skyrocketed, and screenshots of her pink labia were circulated
online , so now everyone knows what her labia look like.

My wife, blushing, hugged me, her large breasts pressed against my chest, seemingly still thirsty. My wife
's strong sexual desire was the reason I agreed to let her try more exciting things, because my greatest pleasure is watching her achieve
satisfaction, especially seeing her smile blissfully under such intense stimulation.

The online reaction exploded. After a fierce battle, my wife and I sat down at the computer
to read the netizens' comments. Some expressed surprise, while others expressed envy of my wife's beautiful body.
The comments were filled with lust and desire, some even blatantly threatening to rape my wife, to completely
ruin .

As we browsed the various replies, my wife's phone rang. She answered, and after only
a few words her face lit up with joy. She had put the phone on speaker so I could hear too.

A deep, steady male voice came from the phone: "Madam, I'm the person in charge of the program 'Public Nudity,'
you can call me David Chen. I apologize for bothering you so late, but I just watched the video you uploaded, and the online
response has exceeded our expectations—it's absolutely brilliant." The caller was actually the boss of that program,
the mysterious David Chen? My wife exchanged a few polite words, and the conversation gradually got down to business.

David Chen stated bluntly, "Madam, I greatly admire your physique and fame. Our
production team is planning to collaborate on a special nude program for you, and we hope you will participate." "A special program?"
My wife's tone revealed an undisguised excitement. I guessed she had already decided to sell herself to the production team,
although everything about the program was still unclear.

"It's like this," David Chen explained slowly, "There's a very
heated discussion about you in society right now. Our production team plans to unite with viewers who hold strong opinions to hold a live trial show in the city's largest square
. Viewers with differing opinions will be able to judge your nudity on the spot, and
you will not only be judged on the spot but also have to carry out the judgment on the spot. What do you think of this plan, Madam?" I
was shocked. A live judgment? What if the audience judged that she had to reveal her true face, or sentenced her
to some irreversible corporal punishment?

Perhaps sensing our doubts beforehand, David Chen added, "
Madam . This is still our show; the audience's judgment must comply with the law and
our show's principle of confidentiality." "Okay, then I'll participate," my wife answered without hesitation, which
startled me again. A blush spread across my wife's pretty face, a color that only
appears .

The news spread quickly, and the show's producers widely publicized the news that the first sex symbol would participate in the live trial show.
Almost all supporters and opponents were eagerly awaiting it. One side hoped that my wife would perform promiscuously on stage, while
the other side hoped to morally punish this shameless woman.

On Sunday noon, on the first floor of the city's largest shopping mall, my wife's special exposure stage began.
The shopping mall was the same place where my wife first participated in the show, so it seemed that the production team also hoped to make
good use of this place to boost her popularity.

Needless to say, my wife was definitely not wearing any clothes today. Her attire was the same as before:
an opaque hood over her head, and otherwise, she was naked. It's worth noting that I had shaved her pubic hair,
so now people could clearly see her wet labia.

"Hey, walk a couple of times!" "Wow! That's amazing breasts, jump around!" "Shameless, how
dare she come here!" The crowd was noisy, saying all sorts of things; my wife's lewd posture had clearly
excited them. There were so many onlookers that the upper floors of the shopping mall were surrounded by people, and even
the large screen outside the shopping plaza was broadcasting the spectacle live.

I saw my wife's two colleagues in the crowd, and probably more. They didn't
know my wife's identity yet; if they did, that would be even more exciting, hehe.

The organizers sent out a bespectacled, refined-looking middle-aged man who sat down on the stage, while two uniformed
staff members forced my wife to kneel on the stage. The scene was really well-constructed, looking
like a small ancient government office.

Before the show started, a fat man ran onto the stage with a female masturbation device and loudly introduced
his new product: a large, powerful dildo. Unexpectedly, this live show was sponsored by this adult product
company, and the organizers gave them a commercial break before the show started.

The fat man held up the dildo and loudly introduced the new product's features, boasting wildly, drawing skeptical laughter from
the crowd .

"True gold fears no fire, let's try it now!" The fat man poured a small bottle
of lubricant and then inserted it into the vagina of the kneeling "First Lustful Woman" on the stage. So that's how it is; this advertisement included a live demonstration
, and my wife was the exhibit!

The dildo was turned up to its highest setting, and the intense vibrations clearly stimulated my wife's vagina. She
quickly began to writhe restlessly, her lower body slithering like a snake, drops of clear fluid falling
to the ground. "Look! In just five minutes, even the famous First Lustful Woman couldn't resist!
What are you waiting for! We're having a sale today!" the fat man shouted excitedly.

The wife couldn't help but bend her upper body forward, her vulva twisting towards the audience, her labia incredibly wet,
her full breasts rubbing against the ground. The fat man pulled out the dildo, and a stream of clear liquid spurted out.
The wife had actually climaxed under the dildo's touch, her juices spraying onto the audience. The wife's lewd
behavior intensified the conflict between the two factions in the audience, completely igniting the atmosphere.

The formal program began, and the refined middle-aged man started reading from a piece of paper in his hand, which
listed the wife's three instances of promiscuity during this period. He embellished the story, portraying her as a whore who had been ridden by
many , a filthy slut, a morally corrupt harlot, although most of it was true. "You first slut,
do you know your crime!" the middle-aged man shouted.

According to the program's arrangement, the wife was to eventually confess before the sentencing could begin. But
the wife did not immediately confess; she shook her head vigorously, denying all accusations.

"Guards! Use torture!" The refined-looking middle-aged man roared in anger. At his command, four uniformed
workers rushed over. Two wore gloves, and the other two carried tools resembling shovels. The two
gloved men spread the wife's legs apart, pulling her upside down. The two
workers with the shovels inserted their tools into the wife's vagina, pulling it open
with such it seemed they could tear her delicate genitals in two.

Although the wife was wearing a hood, the intense pain still caused her to let out muffled screams. Her lower body...
Enlarged to its extreme in an instant, this torture of the flesh-destroying orifice was truly cruel to the slut. The wife's delicate
vaginal walls were fully visible; the instrument stretched her opening wide enough to fit a fist, and vaginal fluid
flowed from the opening.

Seeing that his wife had resisted confessing for a long time, the refined middle-aged man ordered another staff member to bring
iron clamps, which roughly clamped onto the protruding clitoris, her most sensitive
spot .

"Ugh!!!" The wife struggled violently, her breasts swaying in the air. The intense pain finally made her
yield, admitting to all her crimes.

Now that the perpetrator had submitted, all that remained was the verdict.

The middle-aged man read out various sentencing options, including:

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