[I Made My Wife Prostitute Her 2010] (1-6) Author: Shampoo

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I made my wife a prostitute
Author: Shampoo
Word count: 21210 words
Published on 2010/01/15 on: Spring in the Courtyard
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(1)
Nowadays, the Internet is developed, and I have come into contact with a lot of erotic articles, but what really attracts me is the articles about married women.
When I first saw them, I didn't expect that they could be like this. For a period of time afterward, I was immersed in endless fantasies
. Whenever I lay in bed with my wife, I couldn't help but imagine that my wife was being fucked by different people every day like a prostitute
, and my penis would inevitably become erect. For a period of time afterward, whenever I had sex with my wife, I couldn't help
but think of myself as a customer and kept fucking my wife hard.
Sometimes when I calmly think about it, am I a pervert? How could I have such filthy thoughts? But when I
see so many people writing erotic articles on the Internet, I feel relieved. Everyone lives in this competitive society and it is
inevitable that we live a relatively repressed life. This is a way to vent! After venting, I will feel better.
My wife isn't conventionally beautiful, but she's the kind of woman whose beauty grows on you. She's rather voluptuous, but has a wonderful aura; the
longer you look at her, the more pleasing she becomes. She's rather reserved and doesn't talk much. When we first got married, she was quite passive in bed
. After I started reading erotic novels online, I downloaded some classic passages for her to read.
At first, she shyly asked me, "Is that true? It's just some bored people writing nonsense online!"
After reading them, we made love, and as soon as I entered her, I noticed she was already very aroused. I couldn't help but tease
her: "Do you want to be fucked by another man?" She denied it from beginning to end, but unlike usual, she started moaning
constantly and quickly reached orgasm. Heh! I thought to myself, with the right target, things should fall into place naturally.
As a man, it's normal to have other women outside the marriage; it's abnormal for a man not to be lustful.
The karaoke bar I frequent is very safe; it's supposedly owned by someone with connections, so it's absolutely safe. Because I go there so often, I
've become quite familiar with the madam there. One day, after dealing with my wife, a thought suddenly popped into my head: 　　how exciting would it be
if I introduced my wife to the madams at the karaoke bar ! Let all sorts of clients have sex with my wife, and I could just watch from the sidelines. Just thinking about it 　　made my dick rock hard. But karaoke bars are so secluded, how could I possibly see anything? 　　A few days later, I went to a karaoke bar with some business buddies. After we sat down in the private room, one of 　　my friends said mysteriously, "Hey guys, did you know they've added a really exciting new service 　　?" He then grinned lecherously. 　　Everyone eagerly asked what it was. Apparently, the karaoke bar had hired some married women, and you could go to their homes for sex, but 　　the price would be double. We were all just out having fun, we'd seen it all, but this was something we'd never experienced 　　before. Someone shouted "Free time!" and instantly everyone scattered like birds, disappearing to who-knows-where 　　. 　　My heart suddenly lit up—this was the perfect opportunity! I was calculating in my mind that now only my 　　wife was left to vet. If I could successfully persuade her, my wish would come true. 　　One night, my wife and I were having our routine. As I vigorously moved on top of her, I 　　said to her, "You slut, do you want to be fucked by different men?" My wife didn't answer, so I sped up my pace 　　. My wife couldn't help but moan. I continued to say to her, "You filthy bitch! Do you need to be fucked? I'll find 　　a client to fuck you to death, fuck your little cunt raw!" 　　My wife moaned and said, "No...husband, I just want to be fucked by you!" I said, "You rotten 　　slut, your pussy is already dripping wet, and you're still pretending! If you don't tell the truth today, I'll fuck you to death!" After saying that, I 　　slapped her ass hard, and my wife cried out and climaxed. 　　I continued to move inside her, slapping her ass from time to time. My wife cried out and said 　　, "Please, husband, don't hit me anymore, I'm willing to be fucked by a client." Hearing her say that, I collapsed 　　. Since our honeymoon, I've never had such a satisfying lovemaking experience. 　　I held my wife in my arms as we lay in bed, watching her revel in the afterglow of her orgasm. I felt incredibly 　　fulfilled, thinking about all the ups and downs we'd been through together. My feelings for the woman in my arms were complicated. I knew her heart 　　and body intimately. To prevent our marriage from deteriorating, we needed to change our lifestyle 　　. 　　(2) Without 　　hesitation, I picked up the phone and called the madam. I told her that a friend of mine wanted to do this kind of work, and 　　to my surprise, she readily agreed. However, she said I needed to inspect the goods first, so I hesitated for a while. Unexpectedly, she 　　kindly asked if it was her first time. "How about this," she said, "you discuss it with her and then call me. Then take her 　　to the mall entrance and I'll just take a look from afar. Anyway, we don't know each other, so I'll guarantee your privacy." 　　After hanging up, I felt like a fire was burning inside me. The long-awaited moment was about to come true. 　　The next day, Sunday, was my wife's day off, so I told her I'd take her shopping. She exclaimed in surprise, "Did the sun 　　rise in the west? You used to say you'd never go shopping with me!" I chuckled and said, "Wife! 　　You've worked so hard for this family all these years. I see it all and remember it all. Now the child is in elementary school. 　　It's time for us to relax and enjoy life." My wife gave me a happy kiss. 　　Before leaving, I secretly called my mother from the bathroom to arrange a time. At the mall entrance, 　　I pretended to be on the phone with a client. I told my wife to wait at the entrance. After my mother answered the phone, she asked if I was the 　　woman in the black business suit. I said yes. My mother said, "This is a top-notch married woman! Hehe, 　　what price do you want?" I said the price wasn't the main thing; the main thing was that I needed to find someone with strong sexual ability and a 　　healthy body. Age wasn't a concern, but she had to be healthy and have a hospital certificate. Mom said, 　　"Don't worry about that. Our principle when dealing with these respectable married women is 'better to have none than to have bad ones.'" Mom 　　's tone softened as she spoke to me. I understood her attitude perfectly well; it was all about the money. 　　After hanging up, I saw my wife standing at the mall entrance, watching me from afar. That familiar figure, that elegant gesture...

I was a little dazed.
I'd spent the whole day shopping, and when I got home, I collapsed onto the sofa. Shopping with a woman is torture
! My wife always complains of being tired after work, but she's always full of energy after shopping. This time was no different.
She tirelessly tried on each of the clothes she bought, asking for my opinion. Watching her pose and preen, I could
n't help but let my imagination run wild. Every woman likes to dress up and attract men's attention. Do
n't they really like different men having sex with them? I think most of them probably do, but are afraid.
Traditional Chinese upbringing makes them hesitant. But the thought of my wife soon being with different
men is a jumbled mess.
First, there's the excitement, then jealousy, and a touch of self-destruction. Then there's the desire to let my wife experience other
men. Honestly, for a man to sleep with a woman or two isn't a big deal, so why can't my own
woman enjoy it too? Some friends might think I'm perverted, haha! Everyone has
a bit of that perverted side, whether you admit it or not! That's what I was thinking.
Just as I was lost in thought, my wife's scream interrupted me. "You bad husband, why did you buy me so
many unwearable things!"
It turned out my wife had seen the sexy lingerie I'd bought her. I went over and picked up a t-shirt and
panties with fuzzy trim, saying, "You little slut, you always act like a proper lady in public. But only I know
how horny you are inside. Stop pretending! Look at this black fuzz; if other men saw it,
they'd be itching to have their way with you. Put it on and let me see."
My wife said shyly, "You bad husband, you want other men to see me fuck me? Hehe!
Aren't you afraid of being cuckolded?"
I said, "In a few days, I'll find some johns to fuck you. I bought you all this sexy lingerie so you can wear it and
get fucked.
See this blindfold? Men will like you even more after you put it on."
My wife was used to my jokes, and this time was no exception. She said passionately, "Come on, wild men, come
fuck me."
Then she put on the blindfold I'd bought her.
My heart was burning with desire; I couldn't resist the urge. I walked over and pushed her onto the coffee table in front of the sofa,
then entered her from behind. Entry was very smooth, as her vagina was already full of vaginal fluid. My wife
let out an "Ah!" and immediately became aroused; with each thrust, her moans grew louder. While I was fucking her,
I asked, "You little slut! Do you know who I am?"
My wife said, "Fuck me! Honey! I'm so itchy!"
I said, "You slut! I'm not your husband, I'm a customer. I'm here to fuck you, you slut who needs to be fucked."
My wife said, "No, you're my husband. I'll let you fuck me."
I couldn't help but slap her round ass hard, saying, "You slut, say it again,
who am I?"
My wife screamed, "Ah!" and said, "Honey, whoever you say you are, that's who I am."
I slapped her ass hard again and said, "Slut! You tell me who I am!"
My wife screamed again, "You're a wild man! You're fucking me behind my husband's back! Hurry! Fuck
me hard, fuck me to death!"
With my intense thrusting, my wife screamed and orgasmed. I thrust for a while longer and finally ejaculated too. I
held my wife close, looking at her flushed face after her orgasm, and asked, "Honey, how did it feel with the blindfold on
?"
My wife blushed and pinched my leg lightly, saying, "Honey, you're so naughty, making me so
wanton. But it felt really exciting."
I gently stroked her round breasts and said, "How was it, honey? Did it feel especially
exciting?
When we first got married, we did it every day, but after having children, we only did it a few times a month.
We're both thirty now, and if we don't enjoy ourselves now, we'll have many regrets when we're old.
I want to find some sexual stimulation to enjoy with you, what do you say?"
My wife lay in my arms and said emotionally, "You're right, my dear husband. We need to seize the time
and enjoy ourselves; we can't leave this world with regrets."
Looking at my wife's sleeping face, I couldn't help but kiss her small nose. I said to myself, "It's
time. It's time to make a move and let my wife experience a different kind of man."
(3)
The next day, I called my mother. The conversation went like this:
Mother: "Hello, Mr. XX! Is everything ready?"
Me: "Everything is ready, it's up to you now. Let me reiterate the requirements for clients: first, they must be healthy and
have a health certificate; second, they must be strong men, age is not a requirement; third, confidentiality is required. No photos or videos are allowed.
Everything else is negotiable."
Mother: "Mr. XX, your requirements are a bit difficult. Think about it, who would be willing to check someone's health certificate in our line of work
? It will definitely be difficult for someone like you to make big money."
Me: "I can't make... " "Making money is fine, safety is the most important thing."
Mom: "That makes things easier. I happen to have a few regular customers who specialize in playing with married women. I told them
about your situation, and they're all very interested. There are also a few with more extreme tastes who are very interested in your wife.
When do you want to arrange it, and how many?"
Me: "Today is Saturday, so let's arrange tomorrow night. Arrange one first, because he might not be able to handle too many the first time
. By the way, don't arrange any with extreme tastes yet.
" Mom: "Okay, tomorrow night at eight o'clock sharp."
Me: "Remember, this is the first time, so I must find someone gentle. I don't want to leave him with a bad impression. "
Mom: "Mr. XX, don't worry, he won't ruin your wife. He'll give you an even more
passionate wife later!"
Me: "..."
After hanging up the phone, I felt my little brother had a tent in my pants. I
spent the whole day in a state of anxiety and excitement. When I got home in the evening, my wife had already prepared dinner. Sitting at the dinner table, I ate while
looking at my wife, who was embarrassed by my gaze. She said, "What mischief are you up to now, you stinky husband! Last night..."
"Haven't you had enough fun yet?"
I said, "Hehe, you little vixen. I could never get enough of you in a lifetime. "
After dinner, we sat on the sofa watching TV. My wife leaned on my shoulder.
She said gently, "Honey! You've been so energetic lately, with more and more mischievous ideas.
You're making me sleep-deprived."
I said, "Hehe, you little vixen, do you like how your husband has become?"
My wife said, "You're bad!"
I said, "Let's send the child to her grandma's house tomorrow. I want to enjoy tomorrow with you. I have
a gift for you that you'll never expect. You'll definitely like it!"
My wife said, "What gift? Tell me!"
I said, "I can't tell you now, or it'll lose its mystery. Are you looking forward to it, my little darling?
" My wife said, "You bad husband! You're the worst, making me so nervous. But it feels so exciting! Hehe
!
" I said, "Get some sleep! Get plenty of rest."
Nothing more was said that night, and I woke up very early the next morning. After breakfast, my wife took the child to her parents' house. I picked
up the phone and called my mom again to confirm the evening's arrangements. Mom said she'd already arranged for a
customer in his forties to come over. She then bragged about how incredibly strong the man was, seemingly a bodybuilder
or something, and how exceptionally refined his manners were.
After thanking Mom, I went online to read articles in a white-collar club.
My wife returned from her parents' house late at night, and as soon as she entered the house, I picked her up. She laughed and told me to put her down
, saying, "What's wrong with you today? Did you take some stimulants?"
I said, "Ready? Little vixen? A friend of mine is coming over tonight, and I asked him to bring you
a gift. You'll definitely like it!"
Wife: "You naughty husband! What gift is it that's so mysterious?"
Me: "You'll find out when the time comes."
That evening, I cooked a sumptuous dinner, lit candles, and opened a bottle of red wine. We ate and drank together
.
My wife said happily, "Honey, we haven't been this romantic in ages. I feel like my complexion is getting
better and better lately, all thanks to you."
I grinned mischievously and said, "It's my essence nourishing your face and body, isn't it?
How about I find you a few more men in the future? Let you experience the taste of all kinds of men."
My wife, slightly tipsy, said, "Okay! Go find them! I want to have lots and lots of men fuck me. I'll give you countless
green hats. Hehe, are you scared?"
I said, "Hehe! Let's see who's afraid of who!"
Just then, the doorbell rang. I looked up and saw it was exactly eight o'clock. I got up to open the door, and standing outside was
a man around 40 years old. My first impression of this man was that he was strong. He was wearing a dark suit, and his
muscles looked like they were about to burst out of his clothes. The man politely said to me, "Excuse me, are you
Mr. XXX? Ms. XXX sent me." I turned around and let him into the living room.
My wife got up and came out of the dining room. She was wearing a white nightgown with blue flowers and
cartoon bear slippers. Her hair was casually tied up on her head, and her skin was fair and smooth. She gave off a gentle, refined air
.
My wife politely said to the man, "Hello! You two chat as you like, I'll go clear the table." Then she turned and left
. As she turned, I noticed her gaze was fixed on the man's chest; she was definitely
interested in his muscles.
I led him to the sofa and whispered, "This is my wife's first time with another man, so you
have to be gentle. Go take a shower later, I'll talk to her." There's a cigarette here, feel free. Then I turned and went to
the kitchen, where my wife had just finished washing the dishes. Seeing me come in, she asked, "Who is that man?"
I hugged her and said, "This is my gift to you. How's he? Strong, isn't he? He'll definitely leave a deep
impression
on you." My wife said in surprise, "This is your gift to me? I don't want to do it with other men, I only
want to do it with you. Let him go, I'm scared."
I stroked her long hair and said, "Little vixen! Don't be willful. I remember everything you say in bed
. Like wanting a strong man, letting many men fuck you. Why are you scared now?" My
wife clung to me and said, "I was just joking, who would have thought you would take it seriously. I'm scared!"
I said, "He's already here, if you tell him to leave, wouldn't that be playing with him? How about this, let him
take a shower first, and you go back to the room and tidy up. You two try it out, and if it doesn't work, just call me."
My wife: "..."
I carried my wife towards the bedroom. As we passed the living room, my wife hid her head in my arms, not daring to look at the man.
I gestured to the man with my eyes, but he didn't even look at me, his eyes fixed on my
wife in my arms. I had no choice but to carry her into the bedroom, place her in front of the dressing table, and whisper in her ear, "Comb
your hair, put on some lipstick, and change your underwear. If you're really scared, put on an eye mask." My wife clung to my
neck, trying to stop me from leaving, but I firmly removed her hands. I turned and left the room, and in that instant, I saw
the pitiful look in her eyes. I hardened my heart and walked out.
In the living room, the man was already standing there, seemingly ready to pounce at any moment. My heart skipped a beat.
Could my little wife handle a man like that? Now that things had come to this, I had no choice but to bite the bullet. I told him,
"Go take a shower first. Remember what I told you, be gentle."
The man, a man of the world, said boldly, "Little brother, don't worry! I'll make
her feel like she's in heaven." Then he hurriedly went into the bathroom. Then I heard the sound of running water from the bathroom.
I sat on the sofa, lighting a cigarette, and glanced into the bedroom out of the corner of my eye. I saw my wife had changed her underwear
and put her pajamas back on. She was hesitantly applying lipstick. The pitiful
young woman next door I had just seen now possessed a mature, voluptuous beauty. My heart pounded wildly.
Just then, the bathroom door opened, and the man emerged wearing only a towel. His bare chest, with its muscular physique,
exuded power. I felt a pang of shame and quickly stood up to hide my unease. I said to him,
"
Be gentle, I'm afraid she won't be able to handle you. Close the door if you want. The
man smiled at me and walked towards the bedroom. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my wife notice him walk by too.
I noticed her hand was gripping the hairdryer tightly, her fingertips white from the force. Her bright white teeth
were biting her red, alluring lips.
The man stopped in front of the dressing table in the bedroom without saying a word. My wife was still sitting stiffly in that position
. Seeing that she didn't react, the man reached out and took the hairdryer from her hand. Then
, he skillfully wrapped his arm around my wife's waist. She struggled slightly but then yielded. The man quickly carried her onto the bed,
the mattress denting under their weight. Then, without haste, he lowered his head and kissed my wife
's lips. His right hand untied her nightgown, revealing her fair skin underneath. Inside
was a bra with two cute little cats sewn on it. The man's hand reached over the bra and inside.
My wife, who was kissing him, trembled and made a soft "woo-woo" sound. I knew that was my wife's sensitive
spot; a small, ripe grape-like nipple peeked out from between the man's fingers. My wife's moans were
from the man's gentle pinching of her nipple.
Gradually, the man grew tired of just kissing her; he began teasing her with his tongue, starting from her neck and moving downwards
. I could see goosebumps rising
on my wife's body as his tongue passed over her. Gradually, the man kissed her small, rabbit-like breasts. His hands moved to her thong
, rubbing the bulge. My wife immediately felt a jolt, lying there stiffly. With
the man's skilled tongue and hands, she trembled like a snake just emerging from hibernation. Suddenly, with a
sudden burst of strength, she grabbed the man's arm and kissed him. She was
speaking into his ear. The man immediately stopped, got out of bed, and closed the door from the inside, blocking my view
. In the instant the door closed, I saw the man smile at me. At that moment, I really wanted to rush over and end it all
.
But my feet wouldn't obey me and remained rooted to the spot.
Then, with a click, the door locked from the inside. At first, I couldn't hear anything; I just hated myself for installing such a soundproof door.
I quietly approached the door and pressed my ear against it, faintly hearing the rubbing of the mattress against the bed. Then
I heard my wife's suppressed moans; her sensitive nature finally gave way, and she cried out. After a while, I
couldn't hear anything again, and my mailbox felt like it was being scratched by a cat. After a while, I heard my wife let out an "Ah" from inside,
then silence.
About ten minutes later, suddenly, a hysterical scream came from inside—"Ah!" I almost
burst through the door, and then I heard my wife's loud, gasping breaths. I knew that sound was too familiar;
it was the same sound whenever I deeply penetrated my wife. Then my wife's cries became uncontrollable, "Ah!
Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" They continued relentlessly, the bed creaking in protest, as if it were about to collapse
. My heart was filled with mixed emotions, as if someone were squeezing it tightly. This sound lasted for an hour
, ending with a scream from my wife and the man's heavy breathing.
I quickly returned to the sofa, lit a cigarette, and tried to regain my breath and heartbeat. But after a quarter of an
hour, the doors still weren't open. Just as I was about to go check, my wife's moans gradually reached my ears again
, and my heart skipped a beat. This man was truly powerful; he was back again in just a quarter of an hour. My wife's moans continued intermittently for
about half an hour. Gradually, her voice became higher and higher, as if she couldn't breathe
. The bed's protests grew louder and louder; I could hear them even sitting on the sofa.
Suddenly, a shout came from inside: "You little slut! I'll fuck you to death!" Interspersed
with my wife's hoarse cries. The bed stopped making noise. Finally, all was quiet!
(4)
I sat on the sofa, my mind blank. I really wished time could stand still, because I didn't know how to
face my lovely wife. Time passed second by second, and finally the door opened. The man, dressed neatly
, came out, smiled at me, and put the money on the coffee table. I looked at him expressionlessly, and the man
said with a satisfied expression: "Little brother, your wife is really something. I haven't had such a great young woman in a long time.
If you agree, I'll take her out to play in a couple of days. You name your price!"
Me: "..."
Seeing that I didn't speak, the man patted my shoulder, left a business card, and left.
Hearing the door close, I tried to walk slowly towards the bedroom. When I arrived at the bedroom door, what came into view
was a mess. Several pieces of sexy lingerie were thrown on the ground. The sheets and blankets were crumpled and wrinkled, and my
wife lay among these folds, a bath towel covering her. Her pale legs were exposed,
and her disheveled hair covered her head and shoulders. The air smelled of semen.
I went over and gently embraced her. I didn't know what to say, so I just stroked her smooth skin
.
After a while, I felt my shoulder get wet. I looked down and saw my wife with her eyes closed, silently weeping. A
flood of emotions overwhelmed me, and I felt a pang of panic. My voice trembled as I said to her, "My dearest little
darling, I just wanted to surprise you. I wanted you to experience what it's like to be with a different man. I
apologize for not telling you beforehand.
" Suddenly, my wife looked up into my eyes and cried, "Husband! Am I no longer pure?
Will you still love me?"
Looking into her eyes, I pleaded, "My little darling, I will love you as always. You
are my everything. I'm a normal man with normal desires, and of course, some perversions.
I want to see you being pinned down by other men, touched and possessed by them. But I
also wanted you to experience other men. Because sex and love are separate, sometimes you can temporarily set
aside love and experience the pleasure sex brings. This way, our lives will be more colorful and we
won't lose our spark. I've cheated on you before, so I often worry about you..."
" I can't bear to leave.
If you can accept it, why don't we be happy together?"
My wife's body softened, and she gently wrapped her arms around my neck. Looking deeply into my eyes, she said,
"
You naughty husband! I was almost played to death by that muscular guy, and you were just sitting there calmly. I really don't
know what your heart is made of."
I smiled and said to her, "Come on, let me carry you to take a hot bath. We can discuss other things later."
My wife obediently let me carry her into the bathroom, and I turned on the shower. Through the misty steam, I saw my wife's curvaceous,
fair body. My heart was filled with boundless love; at that moment, she was like a blooming orchid in a deep valley.
The lewd scene just now seemed like a dream.
I held my petite wife in my arms, lying on the bed. Unable to suppress my perverse desires any longer, I gently
asked my wife, "My little darling, what did that muscular man do to you after closing the door? Can you tell me
?"
My wife nestled against my chest and gently bit me, a cute, mischievous smile on her face. "I won't tell you,
you perverted, bad husband. He's been bullying me to death! You still want to hear?"
I pinched her playful little nose and said, "You little vixen, if you don't tell me, I'm going to give you a
good spanking." As I said this, I pretended to tickle her, as she's very ticklish. She quickly begged for mercy, "Good husband,
I'll tell you, okay?" Looking at her obedient appearance, my heart melted.
My wife buried her face in my arms and whispered, "You men are all perverts. You
saw it all at the beginning. He carried me to bed, his arms were so strong and powerful that I felt dizzy.
Then he roughly pressed himself against me, making me fully experience the weight of a strong man
.
At that moment, this unfamiliar body made me panic. I wanted you to stop him. But you
were sitting in the living room with your back to me. Then he started kissing me, his saliva dripping into my mouth. I wanted to vomit but couldn't, and just as I was
about to struggle, his wicked hand reached into my..." He put his hand inside my bra and pinched my nipple. It hurt and itched, and I couldn't help
but swallow his saliva. Then, shamelessly, she licked from my neck down to my breasts, and
her hands also wandered to my thong.
The physical stimulation combined with the immense shame made me want to scream, but remembering you
were sitting in the living room, I was afraid you'd see my embarrassing state. So I let him close the door. "
At this point, I felt my wife's body heat up. My wife said to me, 'Hold me tight! Hold me tight, you
little slut.'
I passionately hugged my little wife tightly. My wife's trembling voice continued, 'After the door closed, that
man seemed like a different person, smiling wickedly and softly saying to me: 'You seemingly reserved little
slut, still pretending with me, the moment I touched your panties, they were wet.'" "After saying that, he roughly ripped off
the bra and panties you bought me. For a moment, I was terrified. I sat up and shrank to the corner of the bed. The man grabbed
my legs like an eagle grabbing a chick and pulled them to the foot of the bed, forcefully spreading my legs into an M shape. Then he started
licking my vulva forcefully. No matter how much I struggled, I couldn't escape his hands. My lower body
was itchy and numb from his ministrations, and I was soaking wet. I looked up and saw the man licking my vulva while drinking
the fluid that had flowed out. After a while, I felt his hands loosen, and my legs were finally released
. I was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he suddenly straddled the bed. Before I could react, he grabbed
my hair and said, 'Scream! Scream as loud as you can! You little slut, let's see if your husband can save you!'" "I was about
to speak when suddenly he shoved his already hard penis into my open mouth, and I couldn't help but let out a 'Ah!'.
Then his penis started moving in and out of my mouth, making me feel nauseous. His penis
went deeper and deeper into my mouth, almost reaching my throat at one point. After a while, I felt the penis in my mouth getting
harder and harder, and then the man pulled his penis out of my mouth. Just as I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the man
pushed me onto the bed again, spread my legs, and then his thick penis went straight into my vagina. I
was stunned by this sudden attack and couldn't help but cry out 'Ah!' Then the man
began to move violently inside me. At this point, I didn't care whether you were outside or not; I just felt a feeling of fullness and emptiness down there
.
I couldn't help but cry out 'Ah! Ah! Ah!' repeatedly. Every powerful thrust from the man made me feel
excited, like it was the end of the world." After a while, the man told me to lie face down on the bed and change positions. My body
moved uncontrollably to his commands, and then he began a new round of thrusting. With each thrust, my
pleasure intensified. I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly his speed increased. My pleasure grew stronger and
stronger, and just when I felt the bed beneath me was about to collapse, my head went "boom," and I reached orgasm.
The sudden tightening and loosening of my vagina during my orgasm probably couldn't take it from him; in his violent shaking, I felt my
vagina filled with his semen. I lay on the bed, completely exhausted, panting heavily. He lay beside me and
whispered in my ear, "You little slut, are you satisfied now? Did I fuck you good?" I was still
immersed in the afterglow of my orgasm and didn't want to speak. But I glared at him fiercely, and unexpectedly, his
limp penis against my body suddenly hardened again. I was startled and about to beg for mercy. The man suddenly pressed down
on me again, ignoring my soft pleas for mercy. He began to brutally fuck my vagina, so roughly and stiffly.
Although it hurt a little, the overwhelming pleasure drowned out all other sensations, and I cried out loud. The man, while forcefully
fucking me, muttered, "Stop pretending, you slut. I'll fuck you to death." His savage thrusts
made me breathless, and even my cries became distorted. After a while, the man's curses grew louder, and his thrusts became more and
more violent. Afraid that you might hear him cursing me, I kept whispering, begging him to be quieter. Suddenly, the man
shouted loudly, "Slut! You little slut! I'll fuck you to death!" Then he ejaculated again, and I
reached my climax amidst this immense humiliation.
I lay in bed with my wife in my arms, unable to fall asleep. Looking at my petite wife sleeping soundly,
I felt a surge of love and couldn't help but kiss her rosy cheeks deeply. Although the fire in my heart
was burning, I restrained my primal agitation by looking at my wife's tired appearance.
This was not a perfect start, but my special desire for someone else to have sex with my wife was far from over
; it was growing stronger and stronger. Gradually, a wave of drowsiness washed over me, and in that hazy moment... I made up
my mind that I must continue down this path.
(5)
The next morning, I woke up early. My wife was still fast asleep, her face rosy and her breathing soft
.
Her languid appearance made me feel like she was still a child. Thinking back to last night's experience, it felt like a dream
. Only the smell of semen in the air constantly reminded me that what was going to happen had already happened. I felt a
sense of guilt!
Looking at her languid sleeping posture, I couldn't imagine that such a lewd thing would happen to her yesterday.
As I thought about it, I couldn't help but feel a surge of heat and arousal in my lower body. A passion I'd never felt before instantly filled my
mind, and my body pressed uncontrollably against my wife. I quickly unbuttoned her nightgown, about to spread
her legs. Suddenly, my wife was startled awake by my rough movements. She clutched her clothes,
her eyes widening in terror. When she saw me on top of her, her tense body instantly relaxed. I
gently entered her, following her relaxed legs. My wife opened her gentle, watery eyes, watching me quietly explore her body, her eyes
filled with boundless tenderness. In that instant, I felt my love for my wife deepen.
As I involuntarily increased the speed of my thrusts, my wife became increasingly wet. She
moaned softly, and in that instant, the scene from last night flashed through my mind. I felt my lower body
burning like a raging fire, swelling infinitely. My wife also sensed my passion and tried her best to cooperate with my thrusts
. After a while, I felt this position couldn't satisfy my rising desire. So I flipped my wife over, making
her kneel on the bed, humiliated, before me, and vigorously thrust into her vagina. With each thrust, my wife
couldn't help but moan.
Remembering the words the man had shouted during his orgasm last night, I involuntarily yelled out, "Slut!
You little slut! I'll fuck you to death!" After shouting this, my wife's moans became louder. Hearing my wife's
increasingly loud moans, I was filled with jealousy. I couldn't help but slap her plump, white buttocks hard
, saying fiercely, "You slut! Are you thinking about that man from last night again? Hmm? You seem so quiet and gentle like a lady during the day
, but deep down you're just craving to be fucked!" "After saying that, I saw a handprint on my wife's fair buttocks, the
result of my earlier slap. Instead of feeling any pity, I immediately slapped her on the other side,
leaving another handprint. My wife screamed, 'Ah!' The sound drove me to madness. I continued my
brutal assault, relentlessly leaving my handprints on her buttocks. Gradually, her screams turned into
sobs.
In an instant, I reached my climax.
Looking at my wife, sobbing on the pillow, my heart felt like it was bleeding. I wondered if I had been
possessed. How could I have been so rough, like a beast driven only by lust! Slowly, I regained my composure and gently
embraced my wife, stroking her hair and softly saying, 'My darling! Don't cry. I
love you!'
My wife leaned on my shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably." I stroked my wife's soft back, speechless for a moment
…
My wife gradually stopped crying, though her shoulders occasionally twitched, silently expressing her grievance.
I whispered to my wife, "Honey, I lost my temper just now. I couldn't help but do
something that hurt you. I was wrong. Please forgive me?"
My wife looked up at me with somewhat confused eyes. Trembling, she said, "Honey! Don't you
love me anymore? Don't you cherish your little wife anymore?"
Hearing my wife's trembling and timid voice, my heart ached as if it were being torn apart. I hugged
my wife tightly and said firmly, "My little darling! My lovely little darling, you are my everything!
I will love you for the rest of my life. I will let you experience the happiness of being my little woman. No force
can separate us unless I die."
My wife struggled to break free from my embrace and tried to cover my mouth with her soft, white hands.
Looking at me with her clear, tear-streaked eyes, she said softly, "You naughty husband! I know you love me,
but I just didn't expect you to treat me like that. Because you've never done this before, I was scared.
Please don't say that word in front of me again, okay? Because I want to go through life's ups and downs with you,
and without you, my days would be bleak. Promise me you'll never leave me, okay?"
"
I held my little wife, so moved I didn't know what to say.
In the days that followed, everything returned to normal. Every night, I would hold my wife, doing nothing but gazing
deeply into her eyes. Only when sleepiness overwhelmed me would I reluctantly drift off to sleep.
Time flew by; four or five days passed in a flash. One day, while working at the computer, my phone suddenly
rang.
I answered, and it was my mother's voice. After a polite greeting, my mother said to me, as if taking credit:
'
How was it, Mr. XX! The client I introduced didn't disappoint, did he? Hehe! Honestly, you two don't look like you're
in the business; you're practically looking for a partner.'
Me: '…'"
Mom: "By the way, I have a client who really wants to find a married woman to have some fun with. She's a high-level white-collar
worker, and I've seen her—she's handsome, charming, and has excellent manners! Haha! After she contacted me
, you were the first person I thought of. What do you say? Should I take her?"
Me: "Do you have a picture of her? Send it to me so I can take a look."
Mom: "Okay! Right away."
I opened my email and saw a tall, thin man wearing gold-rimmed glasses. He gave off a gentle
and refined air. My heart skipped a beat; it was time to find a gentler man for my wife.
I picked up the phone and called my mother to confirm that he would come to my house this Saturday.
After hanging up, I was still in a daze for a while. Would my wife like this man?
In the blink of an eye, Saturday arrived. In the morning, I asked my wife to take the child back to her maternal grandparents' house. My wife
was taken aback after hearing this.
Then she lowered her head, took the child, and went back to her parents' house.
That evening, my wife finally returned home late.
I went over and gently hugged my wife, softly saying, "Baby! Tonight, your husband found you a
tall, thin, and gentle man. Do you like him?"
My wife lowered her head and said, "As long as you like him, that's fine. I hope you won't despise me or call me a slut. I
don't want to lose you."
I lifted my wife's head with both hands, looking deeply into her eyes, and said, "My little darling! Your husband just
wants you to experience life from a different perspective, to experience the pleasure that sex brings you. It doesn't mean you should become a prostitute.
We don't care about money; it's just that doing this with someone you know can have many negative consequences. Trust me! Your husband will
never leave you."
My wife leaned against me silently . She leaned close to my shoulder… Before
I knew it, it was eight o'clock, and the doorbell rang. Hearing the doorbell, my wife
involuntarily tensed up on the sofa, her eyes glued to the television.
I got up and opened the door. A thin man, about 1.80 meters tall, stood outside.
Just as I was about to invite him in, I noticed a short, stout older man, a full head shorter than him, standing behind him
. He looked to be in his fifties, with only a few pitiful tufts of hair on his greasy head. I was startled and
asked them, “What’s going on?”
While I was still bewildered, the short, stout older man behind them spoke. "Friends! Don't be so
nervous!
We don't mean anything by it. This is a senior engineer from my company. This afternoon, we were chatting
, and he told me about a madam he knows who has a really good girl, and I couldn't resist going with him
. Don't worry, if you don't want to, I'll leave right away. Of course, if you're willing, the price will
double. What do you say?"
I hesitated for a moment, looking around to make sure we weren't disturbing the neighbors, and then led them into the living room. I said to them,
"Please sit down, my wife and I will discuss this further."
My wife was also startled when she saw the two men enter. I went over, took her hand, and led her into
the bedroom. As we approached the bedroom, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that the two men's greedy eyes never left my
wife. After entering the bedroom and closing the door, I noticed that my wife's palms were already wet. Meeting my wife's questioning gaze, I
gently asked, "Sweetie! There's an extra person here temporarily. Do you like it? Can you handle it?"
My wife lowered her head and said in a trembling voice, "Honey... I'll listen to you, but I'm so scared."
I said to my wife, "Sweetie! You stay here for a while, I'll talk to them. You two can stay in
the living room. Don't worry! Your husband will protect you!" After saying that, I patted my wife's face to comfort her and went out.
In the living room, two lecherous men were whispering to each other. When they saw me come out, they both stood up. (Since we didn't
exchange names, and there was no need, I'll temporarily refer to them as such: the tall, thin one as "Pillar," and the short, stout one as "Short
Baldy." Although these names aren't very respectful, they're quite descriptive.) Short Baldy was a rather talkative man,
wearing what he thought was a very friendly smile (in my opinion, he looked ten years younger when he didn't smile. With a smile, his face was full of wrinkles,
and combined with his squinty eyes, he looked every bit the traitor). He said to me somewhat eagerly, "Friend! How
is it? Does your wife agree?" He looked at me anxiously after saying that.
I waved to them both and sat down opposite them. I deliberately spoke slowly and deliberately to them, "My wife
has agreed in principle, but she has to meet a few conditions. Otherwise, we'd rather not do it!"
The short, bald man and the skinny man exchanged a glance, then the short, bald man said firmly to me, "As long as it's within our power
, we're going all in today."
I smiled slightly and said to them, "Don't worry! It's not about asking you to pay more; it's just that my wife is a little scared.
She needs me to be with her, and if she feels uncomfortable, we have to stop immediately.
" (The short, bald man hurriedly said, "No problem, no problem! We're all seasoned veterans, and we
've played with quite a few married women. To be honest, we understand your feelings. My wife is a unwanted village girl. If someone's
willing to sleep with her and even pays for it, I'd be willing too. It saves me from having to 'pay my dues' all the time. See my forehead? That's from all the
exhaustion from trying to figure out how to deal with her.")
Hearing the short, bald man's eager confession, I and the muscular man burst into laughter. The muscular man continued, "He's
already 33 and still not married. Because he sees many of his friends who married early living very tiring lives, he vowed to
sleep with all kinds of women before considering marriage."
The atmosphere became more relaxed, and I said to them, "We're all in the same boat, living pretty tiring lives.
I'm happy today! I'll bring my wife out later; she's yours for now. As long as you don't go too far, I won't
stop you."
After saying that, I... Entering the bedroom, I saw my wife sitting in front of her dressing table, lost in thought, holding a comb. Today, she was wearing
a bright red off-the-shoulder cheongsam, embroidered with a yellow peony on the front and back. Combined with her fair skin
and flowing black hair, she looked like an elf who had wandered into the mortal world. I stood in the doorway, momentarily captivated
. My wife turned around, saw my dazed expression, and covered her mouth with her long, soft hand, letting
out a soft, giggling laugh. Looking at my wife's charmingly innocent expression, I began to admire myself.
How could I have the courage to let someone else touch such a pure and alluring wife, like an elf?
I went over and placed my hand on her shoulder, saying affectionately, "Baby! You're becoming more and more captivating; I ca
n't bear to let anyone else touch you."
My wife smiled shyly and said, "Alright then! Let them go. I hate that old man.
How old is he, still messing around like that!"
I chuckled mischievously and said, "So you like that gentle, refined scholar? Yes, it's always
been true that beautiful women love scholars."
My wife turned and pinched me playfully, saying, "So what if I like him? Don't you like other people messing with
your wife? You pervert!"
Feeling we'd been taking too long and worried the two men outside were getting impatient, I pulled my wife towards the living room.
As soon as we left the bedroom, I felt my wife's grip on my hand tighten, and out of the corner of my eye, I noticed
two blushes rising on her fair face. Her
rosy complexion was so pitiful!
The two men stared wide-eyed, only reacting when we were right in front of them. They hurriedly
stood up. I handed my wife's hand to the short, bald man next to us, and, afraid they'd feel uncomfortable, pretended to go to the bathroom and quickly
left the living room.
I hid in the shadows of the bathroom, spying on the three men in the living room. The short, bald man saw me leave. Unable to resist
, I stroked my wife's fair, soft hand with my other hand, saying, "Miss! Your skin is so white and elastic
!" Seeing my wife shyly lower her head and not move, I couldn't help but become bolder, grabbing her supple
waist. My wife let out a soft "Mmm" as the short, bald man kissed her. My wife shook her head in disgust, but
the short, bald man noticed her subtle body language. His hands quickly slipped
inside her slit cheongsam. From the outside, I could only see the shape of his hands kneading my wife's buttocks.
My wife's rounded breasts were kneaded into various shapes by those hands, and my wife's whole body swayed.
But how could she be as strong as a man? It was all in vain! Soon, my wife slumped
into the short, bald man's arms.
The skinny man standing next to her, truly skinny, looked like he was in a daze. No wonder!
Such a sensual scene isn't something you see every day. The power of beauty and the beast is a stunning visual effect
, and not everyone can resist it!
The short, bald man struggled to carry his wife, who was slightly taller than him, and slowly moved her to the sofa. The skinny man
, realizing what was happening, also came to the sofa, but didn't know where to begin. While he hesitated, the short, bald man, no longer
content with just kissing his wife, used his wrinkled hands to caress her delicate breasts through her cheongsam
. His wife closed her eyes in disgust, and then the skinny man finally found his target, gently kissing her lips.
The hands on her breasts intensified their caresses, and finally, unable to withstand the
teasing of the two men, she let out a soft "Mmm" before being silenced by the skinny man's kiss. Feeling the skinny man's gentle
kiss, she couldn't help but open her mouth and kiss him back.
While his wife was kissing the skinny man, the short, bald man began laboriously unbuttoning her cheongsam. Finally,
the last button was undone, and the short, bald man impatiently ripped open his wife's bodice. What came into view was
a cute green and pink floral bodice, her two small breasts protruding from it, her fair, flat
stomach peeking out below. She was only wearing white panties with cartoon patterns. A few strands of
dark hair peeked out from the edge of the panties. The skinny man was also startled by the short, bald man's actions. When he saw his wife
's chest through the bodice, he froze, staring motionless. His wife, sensing the two men's strange gaze, opened her eyes
, and shyly covered her chest with her hands.
The short, bald man finally couldn't resist the erotic stimulation and ripped off his wife's bodice. Her two small breasts
instantly sprang free, and the short, bald man's animalistic desires erupted. He opened his
mouth wide and fiercely kissed his wife's left breast, sucking, licking, and gently biting! His right hand was also busy, forcefully kneading and poking his wife's right breast.
Instantly, the two small black nipples on his wife's chest hardened and stood erect. His wife couldn't bear this rough
teasing.
She couldn't help but cry out, "Ah!" "Ah!" "Ah!" "Ah!"...
I think any man would find this erotic and obscene scene unbearable, and I, experiencing it firsthand, couldn't stand
the stimulation. Filled with jealousy and desire, I really wanted to personally take to the field and have a go . I
thought bitterly, "These two bastards are really getting off easy."
Time passed so slowly (to me). Amidst my wife's obscene cries, the short, bald man finally made his move.
He quickly ripped off his clothes, revealing his already swollen, thick penis and
the unkempt chest hair on his chest. (Seeing this, I regretted it a little!...) Just as I was secretly regretting it, the short,
bald man had already taken off my wife's underwear.
My wife felt that her lower body was no longer covered, and she squeezed her legs tightly together. A tuft of cute black hair between her long,
jade-like legs concealed her mysterious paradise. The skinny man, finally no longer foolish, quickly stripped
himself naked. He pounced on his wife's chest, caressing her two little breasts. Gradually, his wife began to whimper again,
her legs finally unable to close. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the short, bald man forcefully spread his wife's legs apart; her crotch was already
a wet patch.
Seeing this, the short, bald man couldn't help but say fiercely, "Slut! Aren't you a lady? You don't
want to do this with me, do you? Today I'm going to fuck you to death, let you see how this old gun of mine kills you!"
With that, he forcefully pressed his wife's legs into an M shape. His dark buttocks thrust forward, penetrating deeply. His wife
cried out in agony, "Ah!" How could her narrow passage withstand such a large size? The short, bald man
, showing no mercy, thrust violently, and his wife's screams grew louder and louder. For a moment, I really wanted to rush over
and teach this old lecher a lesson, but a huge sense of shame and excitement inside me made me unable to move my feet. Gradually,
my wife's moans subsided, perhaps because she was tired of moaning, or perhaps because she had gotten used to the bald man's movements.
Seeing that his wife's moans had subsided, the bald man reluctantly turned his wife over. His wife involuntarily
knelt in front of the bald man. The bald man then entered her hard from behind again, and I moved my stiff legs,
unable to bear watching any longer. Suddenly, I heard my wife's moans turn into "mmm" sounds. Looking up, I saw that the
skinny man wasn't going to be idle either, and had inserted his long, thin penis into my wife's mouth. And so,
with each thrust from behind, the skinny man's penis went deeper into my wife's mouth. The bald man, as he fucked her, felt...
With a sense of ecstasy, he grabbed his wife's round buttocks with both hands. He thrust into her
violently, gripping her buttocks repeatedly. I saw her face contort violently, her body stiffen; I knew she had reached orgasm
.
During her orgasm, her vagina would tighten and loosen intermittently, and the short, bald man felt it too. His thrusting became increasingly
frantic. In the midst of the violent thrusting, the short, bald man hysterically shouted, "I'll fuck you to death, you slut! You filthy
bitch!" He reached his climax with a cry of despair. Large amounts of semen flowed from his shrunken penis
.
Meanwhile, the skinny man held his wife's head, losing all tenderness. He thrust violently into her mouth. His wife desperately
tried to spit out his penis, but her head was held tightly by his grip. Seeing his wife's face
flushed red from the violent thrusting, the skinny man finally yelled and ejaculated into her mouth.
My wife quickly spat out the semen in her mouth, got up and staggered towards the bathroom. I hurriedly
went to meet her and gently helped her into the bathroom. I filled a tub with water and helped my wife, who had just brushed her teeth, into the bathtub.
When I finished all this and came out of the bathroom, I saw two men
dressed neatly. After we greeted each other politely, they said with lingering interest, "Can we come here again in the future?" I replied with a few words and saw them out .
When I got to the door, I noticed that they were walking unsteadily. I thought to myself, men...
(6)
More than a week has passed since the last incident. This week, my wife and I felt like we were back on our honeymoon.
Our daily sex session was a must. Every day after work, I would check
what my wife was dressed for. I felt that my wife was different every day. Sometimes, she would dress like a little bird
, sometimes like a mature and plump woman, and sometimes like a pure and virtuous lady. My experience
has been incredibly rapid, a change I never dared to imagine before.
Haha! To be honest, my wife's transformation has delighted me. I never expected that taking that first step would bring me so much reward! As I mentioned before, over the years I've been out there, 　　encountering
all sorts of women in all sorts of romantic settings , but I've never had the urge to possess any of them long-term. Frankly, all women are the same in the dark. Right now, 　　my wife is the only woman I'm truly interested in; other women no longer hold my interest. 　　My mother-in-law called me a few times, wanting to continue our "business." I made up various excuses, 　　although she always tried to entice me with what she thought were very tempting offers, like being a chairman, a leader… 　　etc. 　　Time passed day by day, and one time after making love with my wife, I held her close, looking at her face flushed slightly 　　after her orgasm. I couldn't resist pinching her playful little nose and saying, "Sweetie! Is it comfortable? 　　How does it compare to other men?" 　　My wife snuggled into my arms and said sweetly, "You naughty husband! You're so bad! I'm not talking to you anymore." She then 　　buried her head in my chest, not letting me see her shy face. 　　After a while, I softly said to my wife, " 　　What did each of the men you've been with make you feel? Can you tell me?" 　　My wife looked up, gazing tenderly into my eyes, and said affectionately, "My dear husband! Meeting and marrying you 　　is the greatest happiness of my life. You are so gentle and considerate, and most importantly, you have 　　a heart of boundless tolerance that ordinary men don't possess. You make me feel the happiness of being a woman! Strong men make my body move 　　uncontrollably, gentle men make me tender, while lewd men make me feel immense humiliation." I felt... But 　　each one brought me to the peak of sexual desire! Now I truly understand that "sex" and "love" are 　　two completely different things, and I love you even more, my dear husband!" 　　I was moved by my wife's words, and gently stroked her long, smooth black hair, saying to her, "My little darling! It 　　's the happiest thing for me that you can understand my good intentions! If we don't find a suitable candidate in the future, we'll end it here 　　. I don't want my little wife to be ruined by another man!" 　　My wife giggled mischievously and said, "Bad husband! Your little wife is tired and wants to go to sleep." 　　"After saying that, she nestled on my shoulder and closed her eyes. Seeing my wife's adorable face, I felt like 　　the happiest person in the world. 　　One day, while I was working, the phone rang again. I answered, and it was my mother again. I felt a little impatient 　　. 　　Me: 'I'm busy! Get to the point!' 　　Mother: 'Mr. XX! Don't rush, just two sentences. I have a Japanese guy working in China! 　　He's looking for a married woman to play with. I don't know if you're interested! Give me a call if you're interested. Goodbye.' 　　After hanging up, I thought to myself, this mother is really professional. She's got my heart in my throat 　　! 　　Friday came in a flash. After finishing my work, I remembered my mother. I called her and 　　arranged a date with the Japanese guy on Saturday. I also asked if the Japanese guy could speak Chinese. The answer was yes. 　　So I started looking forward to tomorrow's date... 　　To make a long story short, Saturday night arrived in the blink of an eye. My wife and I sat on the sofa, watching the long-winded Korean drama that my wife liked 　　." I was a little absent-minded, wondering what the Japanese man I was going to meet looked like. If 　　he looked as filthy as in porn, should I kick him out? 　　Turning my head, I saw my wife was also a little distracted today. Although she didn't show any expression, I knew 　　she was also looking forward to it. (Note: I always arrange the clients; she doesn't know beforehand. Today is no exception— 　　that's the kind of excitement I crave!) 　　My wife doesn't usually like wearing makeup, and today was no different. Even without makeup, she was still incredibly beautiful . 　　A small rabbit hair clip casually adorned her long, smooth hair, making her face instantly more lively, her playful and 　　adorable appearance almost pitiful. Her clothes were also very casual; a white slip dress with black polka dots further accentuated her 　　delicate, fair skin. The hem of the dress was short, revealing glimpses of her white panties. Combined with 　　her long, flawless legs, she was truly a natural beauty! 　　It was eight o'clock, and the doorbell, which we had been waiting for, still hadn't rung. I stood up somewhat anxiously and looked at the clock.

I couldn't help but mutter, "That little Japanese devil, he's so damn late."
My wife suddenly stood up, surprised, and said to me, "You stinky husband! You big bad guy! Why did you find me a
Japanese man? I won't accept this!" She then pouted and ignored me.
I realized I'd let something slip and was trying to find a way to fix it. The doorbell rang. I was furious! But I
had no choice but to take it one step at a time.
I went to the door and opened it, but before I could even see who it was, he gave me a deep 90-degree bow. "Hello!
Mr. XX! I'm sorry to bother you. I was introduced by XX. Please take care of me!" I was startled,
afraid of disturbing the neighbors.
I quickly pulled him inside. Once inside, I noticed this Japanese man was over 40 years old, less than 1.70 meters tall
, and slightly overweight like most middle-aged men. His first impression was rather comical;
he'd already bowed several times after just that one sentence.
Upon entering the living room, my wife stood there, somewhat indifferent to us but still maintaining a certain poise. The Japanese man
, seeing her, trotted over and said, "Nice to meet you!" He then began
bowing to her. Seeing his comical behavior, my wife couldn't help but burst into laughter. The
Japanese man, seeing my wife's beautiful smile, somewhat dumbfounded, complimented her, "Miss! You
look so beautiful when you smile. It's an honor to meet you." He then began bowing again. Unexpectedly, he bowed too forcefully and
fell face-first onto the floor in front of my wife. At this point, my wife and I couldn't hold back any longer and burst into laughter. My wife
, exhausted from laughing, covered her mouth and slumped onto the sofa.
When we finally finished laughing, we noticed the Japanese man was still lying on the floor, just staring blankly at
my wife on the sofa. Only then did my wife realize that in her laughter, her white panties had inadvertently peeked out from under her skirt
.
This left the Japanese man dumbfounded, and my wife's face flushed instantly. She quickly pulled down her skirt and looked at me uneasily.
I went over and helped the Japanese man up, and he finally came to his senses. He repeatedly apologized and even tried to bow.
I was truly afraid of him, so I pressed him down onto the sofa and said, "Friend! There's no need for so much formality. This is
China; we don't care about those empty gestures. As long as you genuinely respect others, you don't need those formalities
."
The Japanese man sat on the sofa for a moment, then said to me in slightly broken Chinese, "I'm sorry!
I've made you laugh."
After saying that, he looked at my wife sitting awkwardly beside him and said, "You're so beautiful! It's my honor to meet you."
My wife smiled at him, then glared at me. I knew she was still upset with me because she disliked
Japanese men. But the lust in my heart was uncontrollable; no matter what, I would absolutely not waste this
opportunity to satisfy my somewhat perverse desires.
My wife was a little angry that I ignored him. She stood up, a charming smile on her face, and
said gently to the Japanese man, "Hello! Please come with me." Without looking back, she walked towards the bedroom. The Japanese man seemed a little confused
. I smiled, grabbed my small bag, and hurried after my wife. After the Japanese man went in
, my wife
slammed the door shut. In that instant, I saw my wife give me a defiant look. Although
it was just a look, I knew she was retaliating against me in her own way. A mix of emotions welled up inside me. I had made
my wife do something she didn't want to do for my selfish desires. For a moment, I felt like a complete monster.
But a masochistic streak and curiosity compelled me to listen intently to the sounds coming from inside.
After a while, I heard the Japanese man speaking in slightly broken Chinese, whispering something to my wife.
But I couldn't make out what they were saying.
I got up and tiptoed to the door. I pressed my ear against it, but I still couldn't hear anything. A surge of jealousy welled up inside me
, and I wanted to kick the door open. I looked up and saw the window above the door, and couldn't help but slap myself
. My brain had been clouded by lust; wouldn't it have been easier to just move a chair?
I hurriedly moved one and gently stepped on it. Finally, I saw inside. My wife was lying on her back
on the bed with her eyes closed, her clothes completely stripped off. Only her white panties remained, covering her last line of
defense. The purple bedspread accentuated her fair, rosy skin; she was simply stunning! Only
the Japanese man beside her was superfluous, ruining the beauty.
Then, the Japanese man began to kiss my wife. First her lips, then down to her small, bunny-
like breasts. The moment the Japanese man kissed her breasts, my wife whimpered with passion. Her
legs clamped tightly together as the Japanese man further groped her breasts. This scene was all too familiar; I
knew my wife was definitely wet. I thought jealously, "This little slut hates Japanese people, doesn't she? Hates them, yet
she's so slutty!" Just as I was filled with this jealous thought, I suddenly realized my wife had seen me through the window.
My heart skipped a beat, and I was about to run away when I noticed my wife wasn't moving. Her moans were just getting
louder, and she was defiantly holding onto the head that was moving against her chest. Encouraged, the Japanese man
moved even more vigorously, adding a touch of realism to my wife's slightly affected moans. (My wife used to be
a telephone operator; you can imagine how seductive her voice was when she woke me up.) I felt a surge in my genitals, pressing uncomfortably against my pants.
After a while, the Japanese man kissed his way down from my wife's breasts. He gently pulled down her panties,
revealing a neat tuft of playful pubic hair. I clearly felt the Japanese man pause;
I knew he was admiring my wife's beautiful vulva. After a while, he tentatively opened my wife's legs.
My wife's vagina was already soaking wet when the Japanese man suddenly thrust his head down and licked it deeply. From my angle,
I could only see his head buried between my wife's legs. If my wife's moans before were half-hearted
,
now they were involuntarily coming out. She gripped the Japanese man's head tightly, her body
trembling and shaking violently like a snake. Her defiant eyes no longer cared about me. The obscene scene and my wife
's ecstatic moans were amplified infinitely by my sight and hearing.
My heart was filled with jealousy, lust, and a sense of masochism!
Gradually, the Japanese man, aroused by his wife's body, also became frenzied. He lifted his head off her
, quickly stripped off his clothes, and beneath his slightly overweight body stood a pitifully small penis. I
measured it with my eyes; although erect, it was only about 10 centimeters long. I smiled contemptuously. No wonder
the Japanese invented so many perverted devices. They make up for what they lacked from birth! Haha!
The Japanese man straddled the bed, adjusted his position by holding his wife's legs, and entered her. I clearly felt that his wife's
moans were much weaker than before, just whimpering. I think she must have sensed his insignificance. The Japanese man,
panting heavily, moved vigorously on his wife, interspersed with her languid moans.
After about ten minutes, the Japanese man ejaculated after a frenzied series of thrusts. I felt no jealousy
, only pity. Haha! Unexpectedly, my wife saw my contemptuous expression and glared at
me fiercely. I whispered something to the Japanese man, but I didn't hear it. The Japanese man suddenly sat up in bed
, his post-ejaculation fatigue vanishing instantly.
He quickly opened his briefcase, took out a black blindfold, and gently
put it on my wife. Just before the blindfold was put on, my wife gave me a defiant look, as if to say, "You just wait
and see!" I was startled, but then I thought, "I'm watching, what can you, a little Japanese, do?" I decided to wait
and see.
Then the Japanese man took out handcuffs and cuffed my wife's hands behind her head. Because her
hands were cuffed, her breasts protruded. Next, the Japanese man took out a gag
(I'd seen it online; it had a hollow sphere in the middle with ropes on both sides), lifted my wife's chin, and gestured for her to open
her mouth. The Japanese man put the gag in my wife's mouth and fastened it behind her head, so she could neither see nor
speak. Seeing this, my previously limp penis swelled up again. I watched the Japanese man's movements eagerly.
He then slowly took out a
dildo, about 20 centimeters long and 45 centimeters thick, from his bag. The dildo had many protrusions and several buttons in the middle. He whispered
something to his wife, who nodded gently without speaking. Then the Japanese man pressed a button, and the thick dildo slowly
began to rotate. I was shocked. Could my wife's vagina handle something so thick? I really wanted to go in
and beat him up, but my legs wouldn't obey me.
The Japanese man slowly brought the dildo closer to my wife's vagina, and I noticed her legs were tense.
He carefully moistened the dildo with the semen from her vaginal opening, and then, rotating,
gently but firmly thrust it into her vagina. I noticed my wife's legs were tightly clenched together, but the Japanese man seemed to have anticipated
this, grabbing one leg with one hand and using the other to support her leg. My wife couldn't move her legs. As
the dildo went deeper, my wife's head shook violently, and she made muffled "oohs" sounds. Gradually,
the tip of the dildo was fully inside my wife's body, and her movements became more violent. Her whole body trembled violently.
The Japanese man began to thrust the dildo in and out, and my wife's moans grew louder. She was drenched in sweat, soaking
a large patch of the bed sheet. After about forty or fifty thrusts, suddenly a stream of semen-like substance
gushed out the moment the Japanese man withdrew the dildo. My mind went blank for a moment. Was this my wife's squirting? While I was lost in thought
, the Japanese man, while talking to my wife, began to untie the restraints on her body. I quickly climbed off
the chair and absentmindedly returned to the sofa.
After a while, the Japanese man, neatly dressed and carrying his bag, came out. I looked at him coldly. The Japanese man
awkwardly put down the money, turned, and fled the room as if escaping. The bedroom behind him was completely silent…
(To be continued)

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