[Letting His Wife Expose Herself Leads to a Frenzy] (The End) [Author: Unknown]

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. I often read erotic novels online. After reading so many articles about older men humiliating their girlfriends and wives,
I also wanted to find an opportunity to expose my wife as well.

My wife is quite open-minded and often reads those erotic novels with me. She finds the plots of girlfriends or wives being
gang-raped unbelievable and believes they are just the author's imagination. I never thought that one day my wife would
be raped and gang-raped by other men. I just often have some strange thoughts in my mind, and I often encourage my wife to wear
more revealing clothes to satisfy my fantasies.

I often take my wife to nightclubs that invite female audience members to dance on stage. I like watching
those hot girls on stage perform provocative dances.

Some of the more aggressive ones have hosts or male dancers on stage who guide or directly strip
the girls down to their panties, or even completely naked, and then make some extremely
provocative moves.

My wife also really enjoys watching these kinds of performances, and she's always thought those girls on stage are incredibly daring, wondering how
they manage to do it. Actually, I secretly hope my wife can have a chance to go on stage and participate, because
watching other girls from the audience is a completely different visual experience than watching my own wife being humiliated. But every time the host invites her
to go on stage she refuses, even though I keep encouraging her.

That night, we went to a place we'd never been to before, so we weren't sure how extreme the activities were.

When we went in, a young girl and a male dancer were dancing on stage; the male dancer was only wearing a bulging thong
.

We had just sat down, and the music was about to end. The girl's clothes were still relatively intact; she was wearing a
semi-transparent bra, and pink panties were showing. Her top and skirt were lying in a corner of the stage.

After the music ended, she adjusted her bra, bent down to pick up her top and skirt, and walked off the stage
with a flushed smile.

Then the lights dimmed, and a spotlight swept back and forth, finally settling on my wife. The host on stage reached out to her
, inviting her to come up.

Her face flushed, and she looked at me as if asking for my opinion, or perhaps pleading for my help. The audience was already applauding
enthusiastically , urging her to come on stage.

I coaxed and cajole her, saying, "Go up and have some fun! That woman wasn't that bad. When you're out having fun, you should have a good time.
"

She said, "Just a little contact, nothing too provocative. You have to keep an eye on me !
"

I said repeatedly, "Okay! Okay! I know! I'll be watching you!"

My wife was already on stage, of course I'd be watching her. How could I miss such a rare opportunity!

I wish I had a video camera!

As soon as my wife stepped onto the stage, the loud music started. At first, the male dancer gently led her, trying to help
her relax. Slowly, he placed her hands on his chest and slid them down, then hugged
her tightly from behind, his lower body thrusting, rubbing his bulging crotch against her buttocks.

My wife's face flushed red, but I could tell she was actually quite excited. She

was wearing a strapless bra, a white shirt tied at the waist that revealed a bit of
her midriff , and a very short skirt.

She looked incredibly sexy and alluring. The male dancer, noticing she was getting into the mood, skillfully untied the knot in her shirt as he moved
. With a turn, she deftly slipped the
white shirt into the dancer's hand.

I hadn't expected her to do that; anyone unaware would think it was rehearsed.

The scene excited me greatly; my crotch was throbbing. Watching my wife
dance intimately with another man in public, under the eyes of over a hundred people, even though she was only wearing a top—it was
practically was incredibly arousing.

That day, my wife wore a white bra. Although it wasn't very transparent, after a round of dancing and
the friction against her buttocks, her nipples were quite prominent, fully visible to everyone.

I could feel the frenzy of the audience below the stage; their eyes seemed to be popping out of their sockets, which made my
vanity swell unconsciously. With barely audible panting, my beautiful wife's
cheeks were burning red.

On stage, she wore only a bra, her breasts pressed against the male dancer, her
round skirt; in less than a second, the skirt
fell to the ground, swirling around her ankles. Luckily, she wasn't wearing anything transparent or a thong;
it was just a little low-waisted. If you looked closely, you could see one or two curly hairs peeking out from the side.

My wife's face was completely flushed, but I could tell she was actually excited. Perhaps she assumed
the previous girl had also stripped down to her bra and panties, so she didn't think much of it. She
stepped off the short skirt on the floor, kicking it to the edge of the stage.

On stage, she was only wearing a bra and a small pair of low-rise panties, her feet in
high heels , while the audience applauded enthusiastically.

She rubbed her breasts with both hands through her bra, one on each side, her legs straddling one of the male dancer's
legs , rubbing her vulva against his thigh through her panties. Sometimes I really don't understand women's psychology. Before going on
stage, she said she wouldn't do anything too provocative, but now her dance moves might actually ignite something!

The male dancer's right hand was around her back for balance, but it was unclear what he was doing.
Suddenly, the back clasp of her bra snapped open.

Startled, my wife immediately pressed her hands, which had been rubbing her breasts, against them, her eyes
glancing at me as if sending a distress signal. But given the rare opportunity, how could I let it slip by so easily
? I nodded slightly to indicate that it was alright.

Suddenly, the music stopped and was replaced by a drumbeat, somewhat like a magic show. The male dancer
whispered something in my wife's ear, then grabbed her bra and ripped it
off . My wife's hands remained on her breasts; although nothing was exposed, a burst of
enthusiastic applause erupted from the audience.

Afterwards, she told me that the male dancer assured her he wouldn't let her expose her breasts without her consent, which is why she
let him remove her bra. In reality, she hasn't exposed a single inch.

The scene, just as I described before, resembled a magic show. My wife stood on stage
topless , her hands on her breasts. The male dancer turned and waved backstage, and then the host from before came
out carrying a cardboard box. They stood in front of my wife, frantically
working .

I couldn't see what they were doing from below the stage, but I vaguely saw them applying a small
, shimmering substance to her chest, and my wife kept her head down watching. Then, another round
of drumming began.

When they moved aside to let everyone see my wife again, she slowly removed her left hand, revealing
her left breast, only to see a shiny nipple cover perfectly. The nipple covers
still had several ten-centimeter-long ribbons attached, making it look like a stripper's costume.

Damn it! What's with all this talk about being too revealing? Isn't just one nipple cover enough? When she
took her hand off, her entire breast was visible. What's a little more?

My wife's left breast is now completely exposed, both hemispheres are showing, whether she wears a nipple cover or not! She looks
exactly like a stripper.

Then came another round of drumming, as if foreshadowing an even more exciting performance.

I saw the host pull my wife's left hand and slowly push it into her panties, positioning it just
above her vulva. Both hands were stuffed into those low-rise pants, stretching the already pitifully small piece of fabric off
her body, no longer able to cover her dark curly hair, but it was still impossible to see whose fingers were probing her
vulva . After rubbing her vulva for a while, the male dancer standing to the side suddenly pulled down

her panties from behind .
My wife suddenly crossed her legs, hoping to keep her panties pulled down, but with her right hand
on her breast and her left hand on her vulva, how could she resist the dancer's tugging? Watching her panties being pulled down
to her ankles, she was powerless. The panties were so tight around her ankles that even walking was difficult, so she had no choice but to lift her feet and step out
.

My wife stood on the stage, sideways, her hands covering her breasts and vulva, her eyes fixed on me, hoping
I would rescue her.

I was also hesitant; on one hand, I didn't want my wife to be taken too far, but on the other hand, I wanted to watch a little longer
. I could only signal to her with my eyes to endure a little longer.

The audience erupted in cheers and whistles, encouraging my wife to remove her hands and be completely naked.

The dancer then whispered in my wife's ear, "I told you I wouldn't let you expose yourself, right? Move your hands a little
so I can cover you up."

The dancer knelt in front of my wife, gesturing for her to move her hands away slightly. My wife turned halfway around, her back
to the audience, and shifted her hand away from her vulva. From behind, you could still see a few of her fingers
pressing tightly against it.

The male dancer took out something that looked like a butterfly from a distance, fiddled with it in front of her for a while,
then stood up and worked on her right breast again. My wife kept looking down to see if she had
been exposed, then, as if relieved, slowly turned around and removed her hands. A butterfly-shaped vibrator
was , and her right breast had a shiny nipple cover, just like the one on her left.

Standing on the stage, she was covered only by two nipple covers and a vibrator. She seemed to have let
go of all inhibitions, no longer pressing her hands against her breasts or vulva. Then the music started again, and the male dancer led her
in another dance. This dance, less restricted, was more natural and therefore more
passionate. My wife's breasts swayed constantly in the air, causing the ribbons to dance wildly.

Her gaze sometimes fell on me, but it no longer held the pleading look from before; instead, it was filled
with excitement and complexity.

Then, she turned around, leaning against the muscular man, her body heaving, rubbing her back and buttocks against
his chest and bulging genitals. She even pulled his hands to caress her breasts, and the male dancer,
without hesitation , squeezed her breasts from behind, his hands
spinning the bra straps like two windmills in front of her chest.

(For context, my wife has large breasts; her bra is a D cup, otherwise,
no matter how much she swung, she couldn't possibly move the straps.

) She raised her arms and hugged the male dancer's neck, turning her face to whisper something in his ear. From his
eyes I could sense a hint of disbelief, but also obvious excitement. My wife turned and knelt down,
pulling down and grabbing his erect penis with her right, stroking it a few times before swallowing his
swollen, purple glans and performing oral sex on him, her head bobbing back and forth. Sometimes her tongue circled his urethral opening,
sometimes she licked from the glans down to his testicles.

My wife's oral skills are quite good; sometimes I can't help but ejaculate during her services.

The male dancer turned and waved to the backstage, and a long sofa was pushed to the center of the stage. He sat down casually
, enjoying my wife's service, occasionally brushing her hair aside to let everyone clearly see her cherry-like
mouth stroking his penis.

My wife was squatting with her back to the audience, her anus naturally open. This was
the first time she had exposed herself since she started performing, and it was her fourth point. The vibrator strapped to
her vulva couldn't quite cover it, and you could vaguely see it glistening with moisture.

To be honest, the male dancer hadn't let her expose her nipples; now my wife was exposing her anus
to the audience.

After licking for a few minutes, she stood up, turned around, faced the audience, glanced at me
, and before I could react, unhesitatingly untied the
rope binding the vibrator, revealing her overflowing honeypot.

She grabbed his erect penis, positioned it, and with a thrust of her hips, the male dancer's
glans disappeared into my wife's honeypot. After a few more up-and-down movements, the entire penis was inserted all the way in,
leaving only the scrotum, about the size of a tennis ball, sticking out.

The male dancer reached behind and held my wife's waist, making her thrust in and out, using her honeypot to stimulate his...
A penis. She tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and rubbed her breasts back and forth with both hands. After rubbing for a while, the two nipple
covers came off, and she casually threw them on the ground without thinking. That is to say, my wife was now
completely naked in front of the audience.

At this moment, I felt a little uncomfortable and wanted to pull my wife off the stage, but looking at the eyes of
all , each of them seemed to want to devour my wife, so I held back. Since
we're going to play, let's just relax!

My wife swayed for a while, then stood up, and the male dancer's penis slid out. I thought she finally
felt far and wanted to stop this lewd scene, but I didn't expect her to turn around, climb on
top of the male dancer again, grab his penis and stuff it into her vagina.

At this time, the atmosphere in the whole place was on the verge of getting out of control, and the applause
rang out continuously with the rhythm of my wife swaying her buttocks, and the rhythm kept speeding up.

Suddenly, with a "whoosh," my wife collapsed onto the male dancer, trembling uncontrollably.
I knew this all too well! It was always like this when she reached her climax. At this point, the atmosphere in the theater had reached
its peak of excitement.

Amidst the thunderous cheers, my wife looked up and whispered a few words in the dancer's ear, then turned back and
gestured towards me, I don't know what she said. The dancer gave me a lewd look, then beckoned
the host over and gave him a few instructions.

The host then announced, "Our leading lady is now inviting an audience member to join
the performance! This lucky person is…" The spotlight swept across the room, finally stopping on
a . The guy stood up, clasped his hands in a traditional Chinese greeting, and walked onto the stage with a broad smile.

I later asked my wife about it, and she said she was originally going to invite me on stage, but the dancer deliberately called the wrong
guy.

My wife, still weak from her climax, was just lying on the dancer, completely unaware that things
had changed. The boy hadn't uttered a word, so my wife had no idea that it wasn't
me going on stage. The male dancer deliberately held my wife, slowly thrusting his penis in and out, making her so focused on enjoying
the afterglow of her orgasm that she didn't realize she should turn around to see if it was me running onto the stage.

The boy hopped onto the stage and stripped naked in less than half a minute
. He stood behind my wife, gently supporting her waist, and asked her to turn around. She seemed to be trying to lift her
waist to remove the penis still inside her, but the male dancer held her waist, making her
turn around with the penis still inside her. My wife didn't resist and complied.

When she turned around and saw a complete stranger in front of her, she looked bewildered. She tried to
struggle but how could she possibly overcome two boys? The boy who had just come on stage was already aroused from watching from below, so
his penis was already erect and ready for battle as soon as he stepped onto the stage.

I watched from below the stage as the two men exchanged glances. One seemed to be asking, "Are you going to back out first?"

The other replied with his eyes, "Just come in like this!"

So the one who had just come on stage immediately mounted her, shoving his penis into my wife's vagina.

If you've ever watched adult films, you've probably seen it: if a man enters a woman's
vagina , unless his penis is so large it completely fills the vagina,
there's usually a small triangular gap near the clitoris. If the second penis is long, pointed, and hard enough, it
can be forced through this gap. I couldn't see clearly from below the stage, but I'm sure that's
pretty much what happened.

I saw my wife push against the man's chest with one hand, trying to lift her buttocks, but
the male dancer behind her held her waist tightly, making it impossible to avoid the second penis that was forcing its way in from the front. She
tilted her head back , frowned, and closed her eyes tightly, silently enduring the tearing sensation of her vagina being stretched by two penises simultaneously.

Time seemed to stretch on forever; the entire hall was utterly silent. The man
stopped after fully inserting his penis, allowing my wife to catch her breath.

None of the three on stage moved. My wife slowly opened her eyes, looked down at
the two penises inserted to the hilt of her vagina, and let out a long sigh. Immediately, the entire hall erupted in enthusiastic applause.

The man began to slowly thrust his penis in and out. As he pulled it out, my wife relaxed
slightly; as he pushed it in, she braced herself against his chest, tensed her brow, and arched her back
to receive the thrust.

After a while, my wife seemed to have adjusted to the feeling of fullness, the initial discomfort turning into
a slight pleasure, which then intensified into intense stimulation, causing her to involuntarily wiggle her hips and increase
the speed of her thrusts.

Here I'd like to digress a bit. Many sex experts say that a woman's G-spot is located at the top of the vagina.
Stimulating this G-spot can easily lead to orgasm, even squirting, the so-called "squirt." My
wife later told me that the two penises that day really filled her vagina to bursting. Every thrust rubbed
against a certain spot, which I believe was her G-spot, making her incredibly itchy. Her body naturally swayed with the rhythm of
the thrusts , almost entering a state of ecstasy.

A frenzied barrage of thrusts ensued, with two penises rapidly moving in and out of my wife's vagina,
her labia being pulled up and down, a dizzying sight. A moment later, my wife cried out again,
one hand supporting herself on the male dancer beneath her, the other pushing against the man in front of her, her juices
gushing out between her vagina and the two penises.

But the man thrusting showed no sign of stopping, his arms tightly gripping my wife's waist,
his hips pounding against her vagina like waves. He seemed to be at
the peak , each thrust heavier than the last, until the final thrust was so forceful I thought he'd shoved his scrotum into my wife's
vagina.

The stage finally quieted down. Her vagina, which had just squirted with vaginal fluid, now released the
man's .

This was my wife's first "squirt." Since then, in the woman-on-top position
, she could usually find her G-spot, sometimes squirting multiple times in one night.

After ejaculation, the man's penis slid out of her vagina, and my wife leaned weakly against the male dancer.

The male dancer hadn't ejaculated yet; his hard penis was still inside my wife. Her
vaginal fluids mixed with the semen that had been ejaculated inside him, flowing down his penis, onto his scrotum, and then dripping onto the floor in a large puddle.

The intensity on stage subsided, and the audience was completely silent. Then, applause began from somewhere
, and soon the entire hall was filled with enthusiastic applause. I vaguely heard someone saying that my wife wasn't a live
audience member but a professional dancer. I didn't bother explaining; I just felt a little disappointed, unsure how to face the
reality that had already happened.

It wasn't over yet. The male dancer on stage rolled over, pinning my wife beneath him again, and thrusting his
penis . After two orgasms, my wife was too exhausted to move and could only lie on
the stage, enduring another round of thrusting.

I don't know how much time passed, but then the male dancer straightened his back, his lower body pressed tightly against my wife's vulva, his penis
convulsing inside her vagina, ejaculating spurt after spurt of semen, once again filling my wife's vagina with his hot semen.

The host followed her out from backstage and saw my wife lying there, exhausted and seemingly unable to move. He then called
a few backstage staff to push her backstage and started summoning the hot girls from the audience to the stage. I was worried about my
wife backstage and lost all interest in the performance.

After waiting for half an hour without seeing her come out, I got up and went backstage to look for her.
The backstage area was empty, except for my wife lying there, her upper body covered by the white shirt she wore on stage, her lower body
completely naked, revealing her ravaged vulva.

I went up to her and asked how she was doing. She said that several staff members had taken turns ejaculating into her several times.

I had nowhere to vent my anger, so I said to her, "What do you mean, several times? Once is once, twice is twice,
how many times did you get fucked?" In my frustration, I even swore.

She said aggrievedly, "There were several of them. Some did it once, some twice. I was so tired I could barely keep my eyes
open , how was I supposed to count?" I was immediately speechless.

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