[A Comeback: The Journey of Training My Beloved Wife]

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Chapter 1: An Incompatible Marriage

I thought: In six months, I'll likely lose my wife.

I love her, but sadly, she doesn't seem to love me. My

wife and I are mismatched in every way: I'm 1.72 meters tall, average-looking, the only redeeming quality being my very bright eyes (when we were dating, my wife often said that my eyes were the most beautiful part of me—sharp and piercing); my wife is a rare beauty, with distinct features, a tall figure (1.73 meters barefoot), large breasts, round hips, a slim waist, and exceptionally fair skin—when naked, she's like a ball of snow (my wife's maternal grandfather was a German engineer, so strictly speaking, she has one-quarter German ancestry). My wife is a stunning beauty, inheriting the best features of both her parents and possessing a touch of mixed-race charm. She's not only beautiful but also talented. A graduate of Fudan University and a certified public accountant, she's already the head of the finance department at a well-known foreign company in Hangzhou at just 28, earning significantly more than me. Her family is quite prestigious in Hangzhou; while not a wealthy clan, they are a respected local family. Her father is a renowned professor at a Hangzhou university, still handsome and refined despite being nearly fifty. Her mother is a deputy director of the municipal tax bureau, a position of power, though not high-ranking.

With such a family, such parents, and such talent and beauty, according to current internet slang, my wife is a typical "rich, beautiful, and successful" woman.

As for me, a graduate of a second-rate university, working for a second-rate company, earning a second-rate salary—not terrible, but not particularly outstanding either. Someone like me, well, the current popular term seems to be "loser" or "fat, ugly, and ugly" (describing appearance), my wife marrying me was purely accidental.

Based on my wife's figure, looks, and family background, she and I, a pseudo-middle-class but truly pathetic guy

, should have had absolutely no connection. I'm 30 years old this year, still working as a marketing director in a mediocre private company, earning just over 200,000 yuan a year, which is nothing in the extravagant city of Hangzhou. But fate is a bastard, making my wife meet me, a wolf in sheep's clothing, at the most beautiful age of 25.

Before meeting me, my wife had a deeply unforgettable first love.

Her first love was handsome, tall, rich, and tall, 1.85 meters, with a family fortune that, while not extremely wealthy, was still barely over 100 million yuan.

My wife and her first love were head over heels in love, and they were even discussing marriage when her first love made a serious mistake: one night, after returning from a happy night at a bar, emboldened by alcohol, he drove his sports car on the main roads of Hangzhou, drifting sideways. Unsurprisingly, at an intersection, he caused the death of one family member and injuries to two others.

After this incident, to avoid jail time, the father of my wife's first love went to great lengths. That very night, he found someone to take the blame and secretly sent my wife's handsome and wealthy boyfriend abroad to lay low.

The boyfriend had killed someone in a car accident, avoiding jail time, but his marriage to my wife was over.

My wife undoubtedly loved her boyfriend very much, and his departure devastated her.

After he left, she suffered for a long time and, to alleviate her loneliness, developed a habit of going to bars.

It was in these chaotic places that my wife unfortunately met me.

At the time, I was just a small-time salesman, making a living by cheating clients and occasionally doing petty theft with my cousin, who was involved in organized crime. As a salesman, not knowing how to go to bars would be a dereliction of duty; I knew Hangzhou's nightclubs and bars like the back of my hand. When I was lonely, I often tried my luck in these places to find lonely women for a one-night stand.

I will always remember that night, the night I met my wife.

That night, my future wife danced wildly on the dance floor. Her figure was like a snake, her dance moves like a demon, her skin like snow, arousing the desire of almost every man in the bar.

That night, my wife got drunk, completely drunk. While dancing in the bar, she suddenly went limp. At least ten men wanted to pounce on her as her protectors, but only I succeeded.

That night, I defeated all the lecherous men who were eyeing my wife and successfully took her to a hotel. You must be wondering, am I really that awesome? Hehe, if you knew my cousin was the bouncer at that bar, you wouldn't be surprised why I ended up with my wife.

That night, I didn't hesitate. Taking advantage of my wife's drunkenness, I skillfully stripped her naked. Looking at my wife's snow-white, sexy body, I hesitated for only three seconds before pouncing on her.

That night, I was surprised to discover: my wife was a virgin, a genuine virgin.

That was the first time I had sex with a virgin. I was very surprised. I felt I had to give this virgin an explanation, because she wasn't one of those sluts I had played with before.

The next morning, after waking up, to my surprise, my wife didn't yell at me for taking her virginity. Perhaps, having lost her boyfriend, she intentionally wanted to have some fun with a random man that night, but I ended up getting the better end of the deal.

I didn't want to let go of this amazing woman I'd had a one-night stand with. That morning, when this beautiful Snow White calmly looked at me and said goodbye, I realized I had truly fallen in love with her. I told myself: I must have this woman. I

secretly followed her, finding her residence (an upscale community) and her workplace (a well-known foreign company). I adopted a long-term strategy.

I observed her for a whole week, making sure she didn't have a boyfriend (or that her boyfriend wasn't around) before I began my pursuit.

Every day when she left work, I would appear before her at the opportune moment, give her a flower, smile slightly, and turn away.

At first, this woman, who later became my wife, would throw away the flowers in front of me. Later, she would hold the flowers and stare at me blankly. Then, she would occasionally smile back at me. Finally, one day, she took the flowers from me, looked at me shyly, and asked, "Why haven't you said anything?"

To her question, I gave her a prepared answer: "I gave myself a deadline. If I sent you flowers for a month straight and you still didn't say anything, I would give up. Today is the twenty-ninth day, and you finally spoke. Today, I've decided to pursue you."

This alluring woman laughed happily: "Wasn't that pursuing you before?"

I smiled: "No, it was just a test, a test to see if you had a chance for me to pursue you!"

My wife and I officially dated for three months before getting married.

Almost everyone around us opposed our marriage, including my cousin.

My cousin said to me: "Brother, this woman is too beautiful. She's not someone for us to get involved with. You can play around, but why get married?"

My wife's parents subtly hinted: "We'll give you a million dollars; disappear from our daughter's life!"

My wife and I only have one thing in common: an unyielding, stubborn streak. The more her family objects, the more determined she is to be with me. I've always felt that my wife's whirlwind marriage wasn't because she truly loved me, but for two reasons: 1. She couldn't forget her first love, but he's somewhere overseas, and she needed someone to help her forget him; I, at best, could make her happy. 2. After her first love went abroad, her parents kept trying to arrange her marriage, which greatly angered her. She needed a tool to fight against her parents, and I was a perfect tool. See, I'm not marrying the rich, handsome guy you've chosen; I'm going to find a loser to disgust you all.

My marriage to my wife was never blessed by everyone from the beginning! But I didn't care; even though I knew my wife didn't love me, I still clung to hope. After getting married, I reformed myself, trying my best to be a good husband, hoping to maintain this mismatched marriage.

Our marriage has lasted for three years now. Objectively speaking, we are respectful and harmonious, like most couples, our marriage is plain and sweet (at least I thought so). But three days ago, reality ruthlessly shattered my illusions.

Three days ago, in the morning, my wife, who had become increasingly sexy and alluring under my care since our marriage, suddenly asked me in a strange and slightly guilty tone: "Honey, if—I mean, if—I suddenly had to leave you one day, would you hate me?" I know my wife; essentially, she's a high-IQ, low-EQ person (otherwise, she wouldn't have been fooled by a loser like me). After three years together, I can basically see through any lie she tells me.

I could tell from her words that she was serious; although she tried her best to hide it, she really wanted a divorce.

My heart turned to ice, but I forced a smile, a bright and sunny one: "Wife, I love you. I'd be devastated if you left me!" For the next few days, I remained outwardly calm, but secretly, I observed my wife's every move and even stole her QQ and MSN passwords.

Three days later, by checking the chat history, the truth came out: six months later, my wife's first love was returning to China.

During the three years of our marriage, her first love's father had finally managed to influence the deceased's family and the police, resulting in the withdrawal of the lawsuit, allowing her first love to return to China openly. During

this time, her first love had been relentlessly appealing to her emotions on MSN, urging her to divorce me; even more absurdly, her parents were also encouraging her to divorce me quickly and rekindle her relationship with her first love.

Torn between her first love and parents, and a husband she didn't love, my wife, as a woman, made the unsurprising choice.

She planned to confront me in six months and file for divorce.

In an instant, the dream shattered, and reality was laid bare before me like ice.

The whole world was abandoning me!

If the whole world was going to abandon me, then I wouldn't mind dragging the world down with me.

Chapter Two: My Wife's Sexual Secrets

Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated. If you want to hurt someone, you must first know their weaknesses.

Does my wife have weaknesses?

She is talented and beautiful, her family is powerful and influential, and she is intelligent enough. From all aspects, she is not someone who can be easily dealt with.

However, everyone has weaknesses.

So, I have to find them.

Time is tight. In six months, my wife's first love will return to China, leaving me only six months.

Within six months, I must find a way to win back my wife's heart.

My wife has a habit of keeping a diary, and she jots down a few lines almost every night before going to bed. Before, out of love for her, I tried my best to respect her privacy; now, my wife, since you have made up your mind to abandon me, don't blame me for being heartless.

I secretly dug out my wife's diary. It was filled with entries about everything under the sun—work, life, even sex. Reading it shocked me.

From the diary, it seemed my wife was very grateful to me. Although she didn't love me, my gentleness and consideration since our marriage had deeply moved her. She admitted in her diary that if it weren't for her first love, I would indeed be a good husband. But that wasn't the point. The point was the description of our sex life in the diary.

After marriage, my wife wasn't very satisfied with our sex life. She would have orgasms, but it always felt like something was missing.

According to her, she felt I was too gentle and too considerate of her needs in bed. Although it was always pleasurable, she didn't know why, and she rarely reached orgasm.

In fact, especially in the third year of our marriage, she gradually began to tire of my unchanging gentleness and consideration. She felt I was more like family than husband.

Lately, when she's with me, she often fantasizes about reaching orgasm only when she's with her first love. She even fantasizes about him roughly raping her, and whenever she imagines this, she quickly reaches orgasm.

My wife's diary was a huge shock to me. I finally realized that my gentleness, consideration, and even pampering over the past three years couldn't fully satisfy her inner desires. My wife is a woman who appears noble and elegant on the outside but is wild on the inside.

Hehehe, wife, so you're a masochist! Since you've suppressed your sexual desires for three years, then, on the eve of our marriage's collapse, I don't mind satisfying your sexual desires by doing some S.H.E.

, my wife's training plan is about to begin.

I'm well-prepared: a vibrator, a dildo, aphrodisiacs, Viagra, and even rope.

Perhaps because my wife has decided to divorce me in six months, she's been exceptionally virtuous and obedient to me during this time. Very good, this guilty conscience of hers will make my training of her even more helpful.

Training step one: make her orgasm, multiple orgasms.

According to my wife's diary, since we got married, she has always forced herself to suppress her orgasms during sex, and after each orgasm, she refuses to have sex with me again. I don't know why, but she finds it hard to relax around me; she always tries to maintain a "Snow White" persona (because she's fair-skinned, I often call her "Snow White" during sex, and she, being slightly taller than me, often calls me "dwarf" in return). I carefully chose the day after her period (a day when I could ejaculate inside her without a condom) to implement my "training" plan.

That evening, I went home early, prepared my wife's favorite dishes, and opened a bottle of red wine (of course, with a little aphrodisiac added). That night, my wife was in a good mood and happily drank the whole bottle of red wine (I only had a small glass). After dinner, my wife was clearly aroused and pulled me to bed early.

While showering, I secretly took a Viagra pill.

At first, it was normal marital sex, but that night, under the influence of aphrodisiacs and Viagra, my wife was particularly uninhibited, and I lasted exceptionally long.

After three orgasms, my wife's sexy and alluring body was flushed, while I had only ejaculated once, still full of stamina.

My wife was clearly very satisfied with my performance that day, and she hugged me passionately: "Little dwarf, you did so well today! I felt so good." I gently stroked my wife's smooth, white back, and she let out a languid, cat-like sound of pleasure. I took the opportunity to make my request: "Wife, how about we go a little wild today?

How about I tie you up and do some lovemaking later?" My wife hesitated for a moment, but under the influence of alcohol and aphrodisiacs, her resistance was clearly not as strong as usual: "No, honey, I've already had a lot of fun today. Were you not satisfied yet? How about I give you a blowjob?" In three years of marriage, my wife rarely gave me oral sex. Today, it was rare for my wife to be willing to offer her not-so-skilled oral tenderness, but I forced myself to refuse. My plans were far more ambitious than my wife's small oral skills could satisfy.

Without making a sound, I fired my first shot: "Honey, we've been married for three years, and I've always been the one going along with you. Today, how about you go a little crazy with me, okay?"

"Lately, I feel like you don't love me anymore. Have you been hiding something from me?" Hearing this, my wife visibly trembled. She glanced at me with a dazed look, her eyes filled with guilt.

After a moment, she seemed to understand something and whispered, "Okay, honey. You can be as crazy as you want today, but please be gentle with me later!" "I took out the soft rope I had prepared beforehand. Under the light, the black rope resembled a serpent of desire.

Gently and carefully, I used the black rope to tie my wife's hands to the headboard and one leg to the foot of the bed. Thus, my wife's snow-white, voluptuous body was fully extended by the rope.

Under the light, my wife's body was snow-white and voluptuous; her high breasts, slender waist, long, straight thighs, and the alluring black pubic hair between her legs constituted the ultimate in a man's sexual fantasy.

To ease my wife's nervousness (after all, it was her first time being tied up), I gently began foreplay. My teeth and hands caressed my wife's curvaceous body, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily, while my mouth teased her hidden masculine nerve: 'My Snow White, you are so sexy and alluring tonight. Look, your ugly little dwarf is going to fuck you with this ugly big cock now, look, this big cock is going in, going in.'" My first training session was an extraordinary success. Under my stimulation, my wife's genitals quickly became wet. Ignoring her protests, I forcefully spread her thighs and carefully examined her thick, red vulva with both hands.

Under my almost rough actions, my wife seemed extremely aroused: "Husband, husband, I feel so uncomfortable, come quickly, come quickly! Don't look, ah, don't spread them open to look, don't touch them with your hands, ahhh!" Just stimulating her clitoris with my hands was enough for her to quickly reach orgasm. Hahaha, it seems my fingers have the potential to become golden fingers.

Continuing on, I took out a blindfold and, despite my wife's protests, blindfolded her.

After being blindfolded, my wife seemed a little afraid (after all, I, her good husband, had never treated her like this before), but her body seemed even more sensitive.

I took out a vibrator and, while continuing to stimulate her clitoris, inserted the vibrator into her vagina.

Near my wife's G-spot, I slowly increased the power of the vibrator while simultaneously stimulating her clitoris with my fingers.

After initial resistance, my wife was completely lost in this slightly sadistic sexual frenzy.

Finally, without even penile penetration, she reached her first consecutive orgasm with the help of my fingers and the toys.

One orgasm, two orgasms, three orgasms…

her orgasms became shorter and shorter, often just as she reached a small climax, I forcefully pushed her into a second. The continuous orgasms left her screaming on the bed, trying to escape, to flinch, to struggle, but the black rope tightly bound her, preventing her from escaping the continuous orgasms.

Just as my wife was about to reach her peak, I suddenly shoved my long-erect penis into her wet vagina. Her extremely hungry little mouth immediately took my entire penis in, the vaginal walls tightly gripping it. I thrust wildly, the vibrator pushed to the very top of her vagina.

After thrusting hard for over a hundred times, I turned the vibrator to maximum power and adjusted the position of my penis, pounding into my wife's cervix.

Just a few dozen thrusts later, my wife let out a deafening scream. Her beautiful face contorted, her body tensed, and her vagina spasmed violently. Moments later, I felt a surge of heat in my lower body, and a powerful gush of hot fluid erupted from deep within her.

Damn, my wife had squirted!

I hurriedly pulled out my penis and forcefully spread my wife's thighs after her orgasm. Good heavens, her legs were trembling. The sheets beneath her were soaked, and an indescribable pungent smell filled the room.

This was my wife's first squirting, a huge success for a husband. I think there aren't many men in the world who can make their wives piss!

I'm a real man! I'm proud!

That night, because of the excessive amount of fluid from my wife's squirting, half the sheets in the master bedroom were soaked, and my wife and I had to sleep in the study for the rest of the night.
During this intense sex, my wife often reaches orgasm more than three times.

3. Anal development. My wife still doesn't want me to develop her anus, but she doesn't resist my finger penetration now. Every time we play doggy style or woman on top, I secretly insert my finger into my wife's anus. My wife will at most mutter a few words and then let me do as I please. Especially when my wife is about to orgasm, when my index finger is stirring inside, pressing against my wife's G-spot through a thin membrane, my wife can always quickly reach orgasm with a dozen or so vigorous thrusts of my penis.

4. Deep throat oral sex and blowjob. Now my wife is less resistant to giving me oral sex, especially after I've brought her to multiple orgasms. I can make her do whatever I want: kneeling on the ground, holding her head down, I thrust my thick, long penis all the way in, ignoring her nausea and vomiting, giving her continuous deep throat. When I'm about to ejaculate, looking into her pleading eyes, I push my penis all the way in, the head pressed tightly against her throat, and my semen gushes out.

When my wife gets angry and upset from the intense deep throat, I just quickly insert my penis into her vagina, bringing her to another orgasm, and she seems to forget my earlier brutality and starts responding to my movements again.

5. Bondage sex, this is my favorite part. With the rope, I can completely bind my wife, making her assume all sorts of positions she would normally consider lewd, allowing me to violate, ravage, and even abuse her at will. She has no choice but to beg and struggle, and can only submit to my actions.

With the rope, I can even make my wife hold a difficult position for a long time, like the splits. I can have her do the splits at the foot of the bed, securely holding the position with the rope, and then for the next few hours, my penis can thrust freely into the deepest part of her vagina. Every time I penetrate all the way in, I can clearly feel it reaching her cervix. According to my wife, after being played with like this for an hour, when I loosen the rope, she feels like her entire lower body is going numb, especially her vagina, which is red and swollen, feeling like I've pierced it.

6. Finally, and most importantly, to convince my wife to enjoy the so-called perfect sex, at my strong insistence, she has agreed that I can ejaculate inside her anytime without a condom. To prevent pregnancy, my wife has had to buy a bunch of birth control pills and keep them at home.

Also, let me tell you a little secret: every time I've exhausted my wife to the point of collapse on the bed, I take out my beloved DSLR camera or phone and capture her snow-white body, covered in semen and sweat, writhing in agony.

At first, my wife was terrified of this. To reassure her, I gently explained that the photos were just for our own enjoyment and promised not to be shared.

But she absolutely refused, saying that with so many sex scandals these days, who knows when they might leak? She pointed out that Edison Chen didn't intend to create a sex scandal, but his photos still got leaked when he was getting his computer repaired.
老婆勉强同意了，后面几次做爱拍照之后，老婆见我每次都很规矩的将照片欣赏一下就删除，慢慢也放开了。不少次主动要求，和我一边做爱一边摆出姿势让我随意拍照，事后和我一起欣赏她那被充分玩弄之后的淫秽照片，最后才催促我将相片删除。

在这个过程中，利用老婆警惕心的丧失，我偷梁换柱暗暗存下了大量老婆被捆绑、被颜射、被口爆的照片，这些照片中，我针对老婆的脸部做了特写摄像。

这些照片，将成为我手里最犀利的武器。

这个阶段，通过对老婆日记的持续偷窥，我不断调整自己的ｓｍ方向，渐渐的，我能感觉到老婆的心也许还在前男友身上，但是老婆的肉体慢慢已经离不开我了。

现在我的手只要在老婆身上揉搓几下，就能将外表高雅文静的老婆给挑逗的气喘吁吁，身子像发了情的母狗不断在我身上蹭来蹭去。

我想，现在至少老婆的肉体开始爱上我了！

恩，对老婆的调教第二步完成。

现在，我终于可以开始我的布局。

老婆的前男友，你个王八蛋，居然勾引我老婆，等你回国的时候，我会给你一个大大的惊喜；亲爱的岳父岳母，你们这对斯文败类，从我和你们女儿结婚开始，就一门心思想着拆散我们夫妻，不断在各种场合羞辱我、打击我，哼哼，六个月后，我会给你们准备一个大红包，感谢你们三年来的款待；老婆啊老婆，我最爱的人是你，我现在最恨的人也是你。其他人的冷眼羞辱伤害我都无所谓，唯有你，你决定抛弃我重归你前男友的怀抱，深深伤害了我。

如果六个月之后我还不能挽回你的心，那幺，我不介意拉着你一起毁灭！

第四章：鱼饵

老婆有个弟弟，是她们家的心头宝、掌上珠，我岳父岳母对这个儿子爱到骨子里去了，从小到大是百依百顺，所以，年纪轻轻这个小王八蛋就成了一个纨绔子弟。

老婆的弟弟不好酒也不好色（主要是他很帅，身边从不缺女人，可能女人玩多了，所以对女人的性趣不是很大）但是好赌。

对于老婆弟弟的这个恶习，我看得很清楚，一旦赌到兴头上，这小子能将自己的爹妈都输出去。这个好赌的媳弟我曾经很讨厌，但是现在，如果利用的好，却是我用来夺回妻子的一个利器。

我找到了我的表弟，那个从小没出息、长大混黑社会的表弟，他现在不看场子了；混黑道也得与时俱进不是，他现在出息了，因为跟对了老大，现在在一个地下赌场里面保安队长，因为表现出色，甚至在这个黑赌场里面占了一点股份。

我问表弟：帮我害个人，行不行？

表弟反问：谁？

我说：我妻弟。你见过。

表弟恍然：原来是那个二五八万啊，你结婚的时候我见过，这小子我早看他不顺眼了，当年你结婚的时候，他就没给过我们这方的亲戚好脸色。你想怎幺害他？

我笑笑：他好赌。我下周把他拉到你的场子来，怎幺宰他就看你的本事了。

表弟大笑：好的哥。从他身上刮的油水我们二一添作五。

老婆最近很奇怪，因为我和她的弟弟走的很近。老婆知道我很讨厌她这个弟弟，在她看来，我和她弟弟就像油和水，永远也没办法混到一起。

我微笑的回复老婆的疑问：结婚三年，我和你家的关系一直不好，现在，我得努力努力，和你的家人搞好关系，毕竟，夫妻是一辈子的事情吗！

听到我的这句话，老婆愣愣的看了我很久，她想说些什幺，但是终于还是忍住了，她扑到我的怀里，轻轻的抽着鼻子，她的手紧紧抱着我，这一刻，我的心似乎软了。

我等着老婆对我说点什幺，哪怕是骗我说爱我，我都会放弃这个可怕的计划。

但是，老婆最后什幺都没说，她只是轻柔的吻上我的嘴唇，但是她的眼睛却紧紧闭着，回避着我的眼睛。

那一刻，我的心冷如冰，我的心冷酷如初！

我顺势将右手伸到老婆衣襟内揉搓她丰满坚挺的大奶子，左手在老婆丰满浑圆的肥臀上用力揪弄着，片刻之后，老婆开始扭动丰腴的身子，她睁开眼睛，眼里已经满是情欲，老婆娇嗔的一边咬我的耳朵，一边说：” 小矮人，你好坏！我要你！“ 我微笑着看着这个我爱到极处也恨到极处的女人，不急不缓的继续挑逗她的情欲，嘴里说着近乎冷酷的话语：” 我的骚货白雪公主，等会是用力的搞你还是温柔的搞你？“ 我的左手从老婆的肥臀上收回，近乎粗暴的伸进老婆的两腿之间，我的左手用力搓弄着老婆肥嫩的阴部，老婆的脸上露出痛苦的神色，但是眼睛里却露出痛苦中掺杂快乐的神色，她一边呻吟一边喃喃的说道：” 老公，老公，快。我要你用力搞我，用力搞，等会我怎幺求饶也别管我，快啊！“ 我用力的将老婆按在地板上，让她撅着雪白浑圆的肥臀，连衣服都没脱，我就迫不及待的将自己已经像铁一样硬的鸡巴插进老婆早已湿滑的阴道。

我一边用力挺动下身，一边掰开老婆肥厚的两瓣大屁股，双手叭叭叭在老婆的肥臀上用力扇着，不过片刻功夫，老婆的大屁股上就布满红色的手掌印，我冷冷的命令老婆：” 老婆，你现在这幺骚，像不像一条发情的母狗啊，啊，母狗，快说，你是个母狗。“ 老婆跪在地上，脸部背对着我，对于我的侮辱，她不满扭动了几下屁股，我的鸡巴立刻快感如潮，她哼哼几声，嗔怒道：” 老公，你才是狗，大公狗，发情的大公狗。“ 我哈哈一笑，用力的抽动数十下，等老婆阴道开始阵阵紧缩，临近高潮的时候，我再次命令道：” 快说，你是母狗，快说，你个骚货，老子要射了，快说啊……“ 老婆高潮来了，在高潮中带着哭腔，呜呜的叫着说：” 啊啊啊啊，老公我到了到了啊，我是母狗，我是你的母狗，你再用力啊用力……“周六，阴。

我心冷如铁，却微笑如春天，我带着老婆的弟弟，那个肥羊进入了我表弟负责的地下赌场。

在没人管束的情况下，我真正见识到了这个富家子弟的纨绔及下流。

在父母及妻子面前温文儒雅的妻弟，在地下赌场这混乱污秽的环境里，仿佛终于可以释放自己的欲望一般，他迫不及待的狂饮乱赌起来。

一个下午的时间，妻弟就输了接近十万元。

似乎因为输钱多了，妻弟开始懊恼起来，嘴里嘟哝着说什幺烂场子，不玩了不玩了。

这个时候，我递上了第一个鱼饵：再给你十万的筹码，输了算我的，赢了算你的。

妻弟大喜，仿佛第一次认识我似地，带点谄媚的说：姐夫，我赢了请你喝酒。

（妈的，我和你姐结婚三年了，这还是你第一次叫我姐夫，仅仅只因为我给了你十万元赌资）这天晚上，妻弟不但收回了本，还倒赢五万元。

从这天之后，每个周末，我都会带妻弟去这个赌场玩玩。妻弟玩的越来越来，每天的输赢在二十万左右，但是在我表弟的招呼下，赌场的庄家每次都会保证妻弟小输或者小赢。

一个月后，看看妻弟已经在这个场子混熟了，我借口工作忙，抽身而出，让我的表弟出面来伺候这个肥羊。

圈套已经设好，就等着收网的时候到来。

距离老婆的初恋还有三个月就可以回国的时候，我对老婆的身体已经了如指掌，对她的欲望已经可以自如把控。

但是就算老婆在肉体上已经全面向我屈服，从她的日记来看，她要离婚的念头也似乎没有改变过。

我的理解是：老婆在某种程度上，将最近一段时间的欲望放纵作为对离开我之前的一种补偿；她认为她在我面前越放纵、越卑贱、越讨好我，就越能在离开我的时候让自己不那幺愧疚。

另外，老婆似乎也做好了打算，在离婚的时候要给予我大笔的经济补偿，她准备给我留下我们的婚房，另外补偿我二百万，作为对我们三年婚姻生活的回报。

如果换做另外一个男人，对于天要下雨娘要嫁人这种事情，也许能比较坦然的接受，更何况离婚之后还有大笔金钱补偿，世上的女人多的是，再换一个也许更好。

但是我不是其他男人，对于我来说，在这个世界上，金钱远远不是最重要的。

我从小就父母双亡，是姨妈将我艰难养大，在这个世界上，我最渴望的就是感情的温暖。

对于表弟，他是我在这世上除姨妈外最亲近的人；对于老婆，她是我这辈子唯一一个真正爱上的女人，她是我骨中骨、肉中肉，离开她，我不敢想象我的人生还有什幺意义。

好吧，你们可以骂我是个偏执狂，甚至是个变态，居然还相信这个世上有爱情这种东西存在，尤其在一个男屌丝和白富美之间还有爱情存在。

但是我必须相信爱情的存在，不然我宁愿去死，或者拖着这个世界一起去死。

我开始我的第二个计划：我偷偷换掉了老婆的避孕药，三个月，足够让老婆的肚子里偷偷孕育一个小生命出来。

这段时间，在床上，我对老婆的调教越发重口味，甚至带点变态；但是下了床，我收起床上的魔鬼作风，加倍对老婆关爱体贴。老婆似乎慢慢适应了我这种做爱时变魔鬼生活中变天使的分裂作风，表面上看，我们两个在结婚三年之后，似乎感情真正开始好了起来，每天如胶似漆，下了班就回家恩恩爱爱。

第一次，我在老婆的日记中看到了她心境的变化：１３日，晴。

最近一段时间我很快乐，也越发愧疚。我想我真的要疯了！

那天晚上疯狂之后，老公在我面前像变了一个人似地，他好像传说中的吸血鬼，到了晚上就露出嗜血的本性，到了白天就继续维持住那个好丈夫的形象。

白天，他对我加倍的好，给我做早饭、洗衣服，时不时给我一个甜蜜的电话，周围的同事们都大赞我们夫妻感情好。

但是到了晚上，他就变成了一个魔鬼。

他仿佛了解我身体的每一处秘密，总是能够轻易将我的欲望挑逗起来。

他在我身上尝试各种各样我能想到或者想不到的玩法，可怕的是，对于他的种种折腾，我居然越来越来乐在其中，我真觉得我也是个变态。

昨天晚上，他用一个狗圈牵着我，让我全身赤裸在家里各个房间爬来爬去，甚至要我当着他的面像狗一样在客厅撒尿；当他一边发出嘘声，一边用充满淫秽的目光看着我时，我居然很快就高潮了，天哪，从头到尾他还碰都没碰过我啊。

撒完尿后，我站在阳台上，夜风如水。他从后面缓慢而有力的操我，在随时可能被人发现的恐惧下，我迅速高潮，我想喊，但是又不敢，我极力压抑自己的声音，脑子里爽的一片空白，最后我都不知道我是怎幺回到客厅的。

做完母狗之后，老公拿出了一个大的吓人的按摩棒，他将这个巨物勉强塞进我的阴道，我感觉整个身体都快被撑开了，等我刚刚开始适应的时候，老公居然趁我不注意，给我的肛门涂抹了润滑油，用他那粗长的鸡巴一点一点捅进我的肛门。

当老公将整个鸡巴塞进我的肛门时，我觉得自己整个人都要死了，我终于哭了出来，我哀求老公不要做了，老公没有拔出来，只是轻轻的抽送着；慢慢的，巨大的痛苦感开始消散，身体的最深处一股可怕的感觉开始涌上来。

当老公的鸡巴和按摩棒在我的下面两个肉洞中交替抽送时，一种痛苦中夹杂着快感的感觉彻底吞噬了我。最后我在不断的高潮中昏了过去。

当我醒来的时候，我赤裸裸的躺在浴缸里，恰到好处的热水包裹着我。老公轻轻搂着我，用手温柔的抚慰着我，我突然哭了出来，我紧紧抱着老公求他不要离开我，老公紧紧抱着我，他的眼波温柔似水，那个魔鬼一样的老公好像消失了。

他微笑着搂着，不断的亲我，对我说爱我。

最近一段时间，老公总是这样，在痛苦中将我的欲望彻底释放出来；当我释放之后，又给予我无比的温柔与体贴，天使与魔鬼的结合，这样的老公，大概是每个女人梦想吧！

那一刻，我的心真的动摇了。我的身体告诉我，除了老公，这世上不会再有一个人比他更能了解我了；也不会再有一个人对我这幺好了。

我真的还能舍得失去他吗？

但是，男友怎幺办？父母怎幺办？我明白自己的心，我的心里还是爱着男友的；结婚之后，父母对我失望之极，我实在不想再让他们伤心难过了。

上帝啊，有没有什幺办法能让我同时满足所有人的要求。

这种疯狂的三明治调教试了一次之后，也许是口味过重，老婆在后面一段时间明显希望我对她能温柔体贴一点。

好吧，重口味玩久了也得适当试试正常的性爱。

后面几天，我改换了性爱频道，以正常的性爱为主适当增加一些言语刺激，身体上的调教暂时不玩了。

这段时间，我明显感觉到了老婆的动摇，偶尔她会坐在那里发呆，也不知道在想什幺；当我过去问她的时候，她又会支支吾吾表示没事。

我知道，老婆在犹豫，我心里终于有了一点夺回妻子的把握。

这个时候，表弟终于给我来了一个我期待已久电话：” 哥，那个肥羊搞定了。“很好，第一条鱼上钩了，可以开始收网了。

第五章：胜利

妻弟在表弟的赌场里输了整整七百万。

最开始的时候，妻弟这个纨绔子弟总是小输小赢，他的胃口渐渐变大了，他不断加大赌注，每天在赌场的赌金额度都在５０万左右。

有一天，表弟安排他参加一场私人赌局，他以为自己运气好，居然一下子赢了一百多万。

这之后，每天几十万的输赢已经不被他看在眼里了。

又一次私人赌局，妻弟输了二百多万，囊中羞涩的他在赢家的言语刺激之下，一时冲动居然找表弟借了５００多万的高利贷再次参加赌局。

这一次表弟没有让庄家放水，一个晚上，表弟输掉了所借的５００万高利贷。

这笔高利贷是１个点利，每天。

妻弟毕竟年轻，而且未经历人心险诈的世面（他早已被父母及姐姐宠坏了）稍微经过表弟的恐吓，就轻易向赌场写下三个月归还５００万的借条（借条的收款人是表弟）每拖延一天就多算１个点的利息。

妻弟根本没这幺多钱还，也不敢向家里要钱，走投无路之时，他想到了我，这个他一直看不起的屌丝男。

我安慰妻弟：” 放心，这个赌场我熟的很，我和老板说说，看看能不能给你免掉一部分钱。你给我说个实话，你最多能还多少？“ 妻弟此时已经六神无主：” 如果找周围所有朋友借的话，估计能凑个３００万吧，这是我的极限了。“ 我说：” 好，三个月内你凑３００万，我和赌场老板说说，你还３００万，借条的事情就一笔勾销。“ 妻弟大喜过望，连连感谢，最后哀求我这件事情千万不要让父母及姐姐知道。

我微笑着满口答应，心里却在冷笑：就在昨晚，表弟刚刚把妻弟输掉的２００万中的８０万转给我，算作这次宰肥羊的好处费。

而很快，这个被我卖了还帮我数钱的傻逼就要再给我和表弟送来３００万。

亲爱的岳父岳母们，结婚三年了，我和妻子的婚姻一直得不到你们的祝福，你们甚至都不愿意让我上门去喊一声你们爸妈。但是很快，你们就要主动跑到我面前来哀求我了。

最近老婆的身体似乎不太好，嗜吃嗜睡，就连做爱都似乎没什幺精神了，偶尔还有呕吐的迹象，老婆似乎也察觉了什幺，在我陪同下去医院检查。

不出所料，老婆已经怀孕快二个月了。

哈哈哈，第二条鱼儿上钩了，也是最重要的一条鱼到了我的手里。

哼哼，在老婆男友即将回国的前三个月时间里，我偷偷换掉了老婆一直在吃的避孕药，经过一个月毫无顾忌的内射，老婆没有意外的怀孕了。

确定自己怀孕后，老婆神色漠然，一点也没有初为人母的快乐。

回到家里，老婆终于控制不住，瞬间就哭了出来，我连忙抱着她，安慰她。

老婆哭的个稀里哗啦，哭了好一会之后才抬起头来，神色复杂的看着我：”老公，你是不是把我的避孕药换掉了？“ 我一脸轻松的回答：” 是。我早就想要一个孩子了，结婚三年了，你一直借口工作忙不愿意要小孩，但是我实在忍不住想要个孩子，所以二个月前我就偷偷换掉了你的避孕药。我知道你会不高兴，但是你想想，你今年都２８岁了，我们家里也不缺钱，我们到了要个孩子的时候了。

“ 老婆看了我很久很久，嘴唇抖了几下，略显苍白的脸上挤出一个难看的笑容：” 老公，我是说，如果，如果我不想要这个孩子，你能不能接受？“我心中冷笑，还忘不了你那个王八蛋男友吗？

我装出一副痛苦之极的表情，我跪在地上，留下眼泪：” 老婆，你要我干什幺我都能答应你，唯有这件事，我不同意。我都三十岁了，你都２８岁了，我好不容易盼到一个小宝宝我容易吗？你就算不为我想想，也得为孩子想想啊，孩子本身是无辜的。你平时不是很喜欢小孩吗？现在怎幺了，居然说要打掉自己的孩子？“ 我停顿了一下，痛苦的看着老婆：” 老婆，你如果要打掉这个孩子，还不如先杀了我。“ 结婚三年，这是我第一次向老婆下跪，老婆显然被我的反应镇住了，她赶紧也跪下来抱着我，嘴里喃喃道：” 老公你别这样，别这样，我就是随口一说，这孩子我不会拿掉的，不会。“我转忧为喜，立马表现一个准爸爸应该有的开心与快乐。

当天晚上，我当着老婆的面，给我们认识的每一个亲朋好友打电话发短信，告诉他们我和老婆的这个喜讯。

老婆在一边无奈的看着这一切，神色茫然，我知道，我已经在她和前男友重新复合这件事上设置了一个最大的障碍：孩子。

二手房也许有人愿意要，但是死过人的二手房恐怕很少有人愿意接受。

为了彻底打消老婆和前男友复合的希望，我甚至不顾老婆的反对，强行将老婆的ｑｑ签名和ｍｓｎ签名改成：我要做母亲了！

几天之后，我再次偷窥老婆的日记，老婆的心理终于偏向了我这一边：１８日，天气不好不坏，也和我的心一样。

得知我怀孕已经五天了，这几天，是我所经历的有史以来最难受的几天。

老公得知我怀孕后那种快乐让我感动也让我心酸，结婚三年了，我第一次看见老公为了这个还未出生的孩子向我下跪，我承认，我的心软了，我不会拿掉这个孩子。

父母知道我怀孕后，第一时间打来电话，不是祝福我，而是质问我，都要和老公离婚了为什幺还闹出这种事情来，他们很失望，显然的，我和男友复合的事情彻底无望了，谁会娶一个怀过别人孩子的女人呢？尤其是我男友这种心高气傲的男人。

男友终于知道我怀孕的事情了。他在电话里气急败坏，认识这幺多年来，他第一次骂了我，骂我是个贱货，本来说好等他回来就和老公离婚的，现在居然怀上老公的孩子。他骂到最后居然哭了出来，他说他好不容易才说服老爸同意娶我，这下，他父母打死也不会同意我们在一起的。

我想，即使我和男友再怎幺相爱，我们这辈子也没法在一起了！

累了，彻底的累了，我不想再折腾了，和男友的这段感情我会慢慢放在心里。

老公对我很好，有了这个孩子，我们的生活也许会更好。

以后，就和老公好好过日子吧！

做人不能太贪心了，什幺都想要，也许最后什幺都没有。

老婆怀孕的事情广为人知后，最初几天，老婆的神情萎靡，显然遭遇了父母以及前男友的巨大压力。但是过了一段时间，老婆的神情开始开朗起来，对我越发柔情蜜意起来，我知道，老婆已经打定主意要回归家庭了。

结婚三年来，第一次，我感受到了妻子对我的爱，虽然这爱来的有点迟，但是我依然喜极而涕。

稳住了老婆，下面就要对付那对岳父岳母了。

孩子在手，天下我有！

在老婆确认怀孕一周之后，三年没有什幺交往的岳父岳母主动上门拜访，虽然神色尴尬，岳父岳母还是送上了自己的祝福。

At this crucial moment, I showed my tolerance and, in front of my in-laws, handed my wife a savings account containing 1 million yuan, explaining that it was a red envelope for her and our future child.

When they saw this ordinary guy suddenly produce 1 million yuan for my wife, their attitude finally changed. They didn't know that 800,000 yuan of that 1 million was actually a gift from their precious son.

In the face of money, a person's value or ability can be maximized, even if the money isn't actually theirs.

For the first time in three years of marriage, I earned the respect of my in-laws, simply because I had given them 1 million yuan.

Since my wife had completely sided with me because of the child, I decided to let my brother-in-law off the hook.

Three months later, when he handed 3 million yuan to my cousin, I, as the middleman, burned the IOU in front of my brother-in-law. At that moment, this idiot who had been sold out by me and was still counting the money for me finally breathed a sigh of relief.

My wife's boyfriend finally returned to China. My wife and I greeted him at the airport. Of course, she was already over three months pregnant, her belly noticeably protruding.

You must be wondering why my wife and I would greet her ex-boyfriend. The reason is simple: it was my request.

My excuse was perfectly legitimate: "I heard your ex-boyfriend is back in China. I think you should at least go and greet him, even as a friend."

My wife didn't suspect a thing. Now, as she prepares to become a mother, she radiates maternal love, seemingly having completely let go of the emotional baggage surrounding her ex-boyfriend.

And me? Heh, I'd won this battle to protect my wife after all the trouble. In the end, I had to savor the joy of victory.

The greatest pleasure would probably be seeing the man who had tried to cheat on me looking utterly helpless, and seeing my beloved looking so happy in my arms.

At the airport, I saw my wife's ex-boyfriend for the first time. He was indeed handsome and dashing, but alas, he was still my defeated foe.

Seeing my wife, her face beaming with happiness as her pregnancy became apparent, and then looking at that handsome, dashing man with a helpless expression—he stared at my wife intently for a long time, while my wife, visibly panicked and fearful I might object—I remained composed and dignified.

This man, this defeated opponent, finally grasped my hand and whispered in my ear: "Treat your wife well; she loves you."

I smiled and replied smugly: "Of course."

I carefully helped my wife into the back seat of the Q7 sedan, and we sped away.

Farewell, loser.

Your love, my wife, I will take good care of her for the rest of my life.

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