【When the Silk Wife Under the Sycamore Tree No Longer Belongs Only to Me】(02) Author: ShareMyWife

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Part 2:

The Couple's Gathering Pleasure Rises Daily

Husband! I think you write better than me! What should I do? From now on, you'll be the main writer. Old Ding asked me
to go out for dinner . Can I wear the new dress and stockings we bought yesterday and go with him? Then, while I go out for dinner with him
, you stay home and write your little yellow book... —Qingxin

Fortunately, I have experienced seniors who have been giving me advice and guidance. Otherwise, someone with only elementary school level Chinese skills like me
might not be able to finish this piece.

Old Ding is very good at creating a lively atmosphere. Since the last gathering, my wife and I have had a much better impression of him.
That old man is undeniably lecherous. Even though he knows my wife, A Xin, is a married woman with a daughter, he still
relentlessly pursues her, shamelessly so. However, he's incredibly patient, unhurried, and
gentlemanly, taking things slowly and never forcing anything, but he's also actively pushing his
ambiguous relationship with my wife.

Since the last two-day gathering, Old Ding has been calling my wife almost every night, asking if she
's free. I know he's striking while the iron is hot, and my wife and I were having a great time at the two gatherings
, so we naturally agreed to meet up.

Each time my wife answered the phone, her rejection was tinged with a hint of ambiguity and sarcasm. Those conversations immediately
made me guess that Old Ding was probably out partying again. The first and second times were for that idiot Abing,
helping him out. In the following two months, Old Man Ding invited us out about ten or twenty times, and we
half-heartedly agreed each time, actually having quite a bit of fun. At each gathering, the four of us men would try our
best to take advantage of my wife. She would always blush, but secretly feel an undeniable excitement. The
infatuation and affection from everyone made her feel indescribably happy. Now, all four of them even
have a pair of stockings my wife wore. My wife and I are always incredibly
excited when we get home, and our sex life is exceptionally satisfying.

Surprisingly, my initial reluctance to help someone I disliked the most resulted
in making three good friends.

"Hello?" My wife answered a phone call, and I curiously went over to eavesdrop and see who it was.

"Oh~ that old man has a sweet tongue."

"Hehe, you guys eat, why are you calling me?" Although my wife's words sounded like a refusal, her
slightly seductive tone betrayed her.

"Friends? Who's friends with you guys?"

"Ugh, you're so cheeky. Okay, go ahead."

"What time? Where?"

"Alright, come pick me up then."

"Get lost! My husband's not going. I'll have... I'll have Ah Guang come with me."

"Okay, haha, what bet? I don't remember." "

Alright, alright, I know. Just come pick me up then." As

soon as she hung up, I hugged her from behind. "What, old man Ding's got free time to go out again?"

"Yeah, are you going?"

"You're asking me if I'm going? If I said no, would you really let me go?"

"Okay, then we won't go. We'll just stay home and play on the computer."

"Oh, my good wife, my good wife, go on, go on. Don't forget the bet from last time."

"What bet?" My wife pretended to be clueless, but I'm a master at pretending.
Even that old lecher Ding's old man was fooled by me. My wife's skills are no match for me.

"Last time, didn't we agree that Old Man Ding would wear a chastity belt to the KTV and you'd
unlock it in front of everyone, and you wouldn't wear underwear when you went out, right? You even agreed to it yourself."

Upon hearing this, the wife's face immediately flushed red. She stomped her foot and pouted, "Ugh...

you stinky men, why are you all like this!"

"You agreed to it yourself, and besides, he's actually at a disadvantage. Wearing a chastity belt in front of
you , the scene...haha, unimaginable."

"You're even defending him." "

Come on, let's discuss what to wear tonight."

"I'm definitely wearing underwear."

"Didn't we agree not to?" "

He's not going to actually wear a chastity belt and take his pants off in front of you all, okay?"

"What if he really dares to say it and do it? What will you do then? Break the promise in front of everyone? What did you bet
on? If you lose the bet, you have to give everyone a nude photo!" My

wife pouted and gave me a resentful look. She probably regretted it a little. During the last party
, she got excited and couldn't control herself from making that bet with that lecherous
old man .

I added, "Honestly, if you really think he wouldn't go out wearing a chastity belt, you should be even
less afraid. Anyway, he has to take off his pants first to prove it before he'll check if you're wearing underwear."

"I'm just scared! What if he really does? I'll be tortured to death!" My wife couldn't find any more
reason to refute me, so she had to admit it. She got up and went to the dressing table to start putting on makeup. She said resentfully, "Hmph, anyway
, you all want to see me make a fool of myself."

I quickly stepped forward and massaged my wife's shoulders in a comforting way. "No way, we're all out here to have
some fun. Although those guys are lecherous, they still know their limits. Besides, I'm here. If anything goes
wrong I'll be there to protect you."

"Come on, you're the one who wants to see me make a fool of myself in front of them."

"Hehehe, no way."

"Honey, he just said he's not going out this time, not to a restaurant or a karaoke bar." My wife
took out , compared them side by side, and said to me, thinking about which one to use.

"So where are we going this time?"

"He said, we're going to his house."

His house?! My heart skipped a beat. Old Ding must have something up his sleeve this time. At the last
gathering, Old Ding made a bet with my wife. Our group has gotten quite familiar with each other while playing, and things have gotten a bit
ambiguous. We like to play some risqué games. Last time, the old man made a risqué bet with my wife. My wife said if...
Old Ding dared to wear a chastity belt and then take off his pants in front of everyone to unlock it for her, so she went out without underwear
and let everyone check her. Of course, that was just drunken talk after everyone had a few drinks and were having a good time. But later
, Old Ding took it seriously, and he definitely did. His wife regretted her nonsense as soon as it came out.
However, the other three men wouldn't miss the chance to watch the show, especially me. I was very excited and
fanned the flames, making my wife playfully complain to me these past two days.

This time, it was Ahui who came to pick us up. Azhen and Ahui took turns picking us up. After two months, everyone knew the way well. However, this was the first time we had been to Old Ding's house
since we met Azhen and Ahui more than two months ago . Old Ding's house is about half an hour's drive from our house, without traffic. They are not in the same city. Our house is in the north of the city center, and Old Ding's house is on the southern edge of a neighboring city. The first time I visited Mr. Ding's house, I saw that it was a detached house, just like ours. This is the most common and acceptable type of housing in the United States, especially in California. For those friends in China who are unfamiliar with it, I can explain it here . A detached house is somewhat like a villa, a complete, independent house with its own backyard, which is often U-shaped and encloses the house. The houses vary in size. Some are one-story, some are two-story, and some are even three-story. Our house is one-story , with three bedrooms and two living rooms. Mr. Ding's house is two stories, so it's even larger. However, unlike a villa, a detached house neighbors; they are adjacent to each other. It's not as large as a villa. Friends who have been to the United States should have seen this: in small towns, there are no houses higher than three stories. Apart from apartments, the most common type of housing is the detached house. "Welcome, welcome to my humble abode! Please come in if you don't mind, let me pour you some tea." As soon as we entered, Old Man Ding, wearing an apron, was busy in the kitchen. Ah Zhen was also there, chopping vegetables with his not-so-skilled knife skills. They waved to us warmly, and I nodded in return. "What's up? Are you cooking for yourself today?" My wife politely started the conversation. Old Man Ding nodded proudly. "Of course! We used to eat out every day, but today I want you to try my cooking , not just boiled beef! Ah Zhen, is the winter melon chopped yet?" "Almost done! Almost done!" "Uncle Ding, your house is beautifully decorated, but I don't see anyone home." I walked around Old Man house and asked casually. Old Ding chatted with us while cooking. "There's no one at my house. Usually, it's just Ah Zhen, Ah Hui , and a few employees who come over to get together and have fun. It's just me most of the time." "You're quite old, don't you have a son or daughter?" his wife pressed, her eyes drifting to an artistic portrait of a woman hanging on the wall . The woman in the photo looked a bit older, and with makeup and post-production editing, she looked to be around 30. I couldn't help but wonder if that was his wife. Ah Hui shook his head and whispered to us, "Uncle Ding's wife and son died in ." "Hey Ah Hui, you're right. I don't care. My wife and son are dead, and I haven't remarried. I'll just live alone. Ah Zhen is too angry!" I felt a little sad listening to this. Suddenly, I felt sorry for Old Ding. There were photos on the table and next to the sofa, including pictures of his wife and son. In the photo, his wife looked a bit older, while his son was quite overweight, clearly lacking exercise compared to his father. He looked only a year or two younger than me. Is this the price of being a successful man? Just as I was sighing, Ahui turned on the TV, set up the sound system and microphone, and pulled out a lot . He seemed quite familiar with the place; Ahui and Azhen must be frequent visitors to Old Man Ding's house. "Hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello." Ah Hui set up the microphone and handed it to my wife. "Hey, beautiful, can you sing? Come on, sing a few songs." "Ah? Uncle Ding and Ah Zhen are cooking, it's not appropriate for us to sing, how about we wait a bit?" my wife said, but unexpectedly Uncle Ding, who was busy cooking not far away, shouted, "No waiting, no waiting! Beautiful, you go sing, we haven't heard you sing yet. If you sing over there, we'll be in a better mood to cook, and maybe the food will taste even better !" "Yes, yes, Ah Xin, why don't you pick a few songs you can sing?" Ah Zhen also encouraged his wife from the side. My wife has a beautiful voice, though it's hard to describe. It's not particularly clear, but it has a mature charm, somewhat like Fish Leong's voice, but younger and a little higher-pitched, with a slight nasal quality. It's very pleasant . She likes to hum little tunes herself and occasionally sings karaoke with friends, which is often the focus of my boasting. My wife is beautiful, and her voice is even more beautiful; she can sing, it's just a pity she can't dance. "Uncle Ding, your songs are all quite old," my wife said, flipping through the CDs. "Hey, this old man only likes these kinds of songs. Don't you like any pretty girls?" "Yes, but these songs are all a bit old." I couldn't help but take a look. My wife had picked out a few songs. Most of the songs on my playlist were Chinese songs from the 80s to the 00s. Western songs were thrown aside by my wife... I glanced at some of them and found some that I quite liked. There were a few that I knew my wife liked, like "Courage," "Always Quiet," "Meet in 1998 ," "True Lover," and "Snowman." Sure enough, my wife chose "Always Quiet" from these. "Ahem, well then, I'll make a fool of myself." As the music began, my wife's graceful figure swayed slightly to the accompaniment. Her small feet, clad in flesh-colored stockings, kicked off her slippers, the toes of her stockings tapping rhythmically on the floor. A blush appeared on her face , and she closed her eyes slightly. For a moment, the busy work in the kitchen stopped, and all eyes in the house were focused on my wife's beautiful figure. The noise of the world seemed to pause for my wife's upcoming song. The three men's faces were filled with anticipation. Ah Hui, who was closest to my wife, sat on the floor, tilting his head back and leaning forward, his ears unconsciously trying to get closer. "Empty street scene, wanting to find someone to put my feelings into, making this decision is loneliness being my neighbor." I wouldn't say that such a voice only exists in heaven, but it is indeed rare to find such a voice on earth. My wife's voice was not as steady as Ah Sang's; it was higher-pitched and sounded younger, but she always managed to express the song very well.

The mood was natural, without any deliberate attempt to lower her voice. She simply savored the music, closing her eyes to recall
the saddening moments of her life. Her natural, unprocessed voice, without any studio tuning,
was perfectly in tune, captivating everyone present. They were not only mesmerized by her physical beauty but
also by her beautiful singing.

"My love for you has always been quiet, in exchange for the occasional care you give me."

As her song ended, the two men in the kitchen snapped out of their reverie. A round of
applause urged her to sing the next song. Only after she chose "True Lover" did they get back to work.

"Come on! Try my old man's pickled fish!" At Old Ding's command, Ah Zhen and Ah Hui, who
were starving, finally got to eat. Surprisingly, they didn't hesitate to take
a large piece for themselves, instead grabbing a big chunk each. Old Ding chuckled and ignored them, urging me to try a couple of bites before
serving my wife a bowl.

This pot of pickled fish was different from the boiled beef Old Ding had made last time. The boiled beef
was delicious and visually appealing , but this pot of pickled fish looked a little less appealing
. It was a large pot, with white fish slices and red chilies that looked very appetizing, but the dark green pickled cabbage wasn't very appealing. However, after taking a bite, appearance and taste immediately became unimportant. "You didn't buy the seasoning packet for this broth!" My wife exclaimed , immediately noticing the difference in taste compared to the supermarket broths we usually ate . Old Ding smiled mischievously and nodded. His wife took a couple more bites. "My goodness, how can you cook so well? This pickled cabbage doesn't look store-bought; it's so crisp and the pieces are huge." Old Ding proudly and carefully pulled a jar from under the table. The white and blue earthenware jar looked very brittle and heavy. His wife's eyes lit up at the sight, and she exclaimed, "A pickled cabbage jar! Where did you buy it?" "I found it at an antique shop near the entrance of Lion City that sells ceramics and calligraphy. Well, not exactly an antique shop, I don't really know what it is, it just sells ceramics and calligraphy." Friends who know about pickled vegetables should know what a pickled cabbage jar looks like. I don't know much about it, but I've seen it before. Old jar was blue and white, and looked very smooth. There was a bowl-shaped structure on the top of the jar, filled with water, and an inverted ceramic bowl was placed over the mouth of the jar. His wife squatted down and carefully lifted the inverted ceramic bowl from the jar. A strong sour smell wafted , and her face was full of surprise. "Sometimes I'm too lazy to make it myself, so I just stir-fry some pickled cabbage. I've pickled five jars myself, and sometimes I bring some for my employees. Ah Zhen and Ah Hui really love it." "I love it too! But the ones from the supermarket always feel so disgusting..." "Yeah, you don't know if they're clean or not, so I pickle them myself with mustard greens. Do you want a jar if you like it, beautiful lady?" "Really?!" His wife exclaimed in surprise, and Old Ding nodded firmly. "But, I'm so embarrassed. Just give me the empty jar, and you can teach me how to pickle it." "It's very simple. Just go to the supermarket and buy mustard greens. When you get home, cut them into pieces and hang them on your clothesline to dry. After they're dry, put salt and wine in the jar to pickle. Pickling mustard greens is easy, but I 'll teach you how to make pickled cabbage fish, that's the real deal." "Okay!~" " The sourness of the pickled cabbage, the spiciness of the chili peppers, and the tenderness of the fish, plus a sip of the broth, made it unexpectedly delicious with rice. I couldn't help but eat a few more bites and asked, 'What kind of fish is this?' Old Ding replied, 'Grass carp. Listen, beautiful lady, you can use any freshwater fish to make pickled cabbage fish, but you must not use small fish. You must use big fish, preferably grass carp. Carp and black carp are also fine, but I think carp has too many bones . You must not use sea fish. It must be a large fish with few bones. Slice the fish meat as thinly as possible. Don't blanch it all at once. Blanch a little at first, then put the sliced fish on a plate and set it aside, along with some greens , chopped pickled cabbage, etc. Blanch the fish as you eat. The fish slices can be eaten after a couple of dips. They are very tender and have a rich flavor.' My wife listened attentively to Old Ding's explanation, and she kept eating, one bite after another. Watching her, I felt a mix of emotions." Not to mention how many young and wealthy men have pursued my wife, none of them could truly win her heart. Many couldn't even arouse her appetite or interest . Yet, this old man I met only two months ago, whom I initially found utterly repulsive , has captured her heart. She's gone from dislike to genuine friendship. I now both admire and fear this old man. After a few rounds of drinks, the pickled fish in the pot was almost gone. My wife, still wanting more, went to sing a couple more songs. The four men were all lounging in their chairs, patting their bellies and resting. Old Man Ding seemed preoccupied with something, but my wife remained unmoved. Finally, Old Man Ding couldn't hold back any longer and said to my wife, "Beautiful lady, have you forgotten something?" "Huh? Forgot what? I'm full. Thank you for the treat." "Heh, still playing dumb with me. What about our bet from last time?" "What bet? What are you talking about?" My wife feigned ignorance. "Hey, alright, Ah Zhen, Ah Hui, and Ah Guang, remember that bet I made with our beautiful Xin ?" Before Ah Zhen and Ah Hui could speak, I loudly egged them on, "Yeah, yeah, we agreed last time that if Uncle Ding... if Uncle Ding dared to wear a chastity belt and take off his pants to show off Xin in front of us, he wouldn't go out wearing underwear, right?!" "Yeah, yeah!" Ah Zhen and Ah Hui chimed in unison. "You lot, is that all you remember!" My wife said coquettishly, making Old Man Ding chuckle. He stood up, kicked aside his chair, and stood on the sofa. Seeing him like this, I exclaimed inwardly, "Holy crap! Is he really going to do this?!" Honestly, even I couldn't believe he would make such a bet with my wife, let alone be serious about it. As a vice president of a company, even if it was in private, putting aside whether he would actually wear a chastity belt, I was still quite skeptical that he would actually take his pants off in front of two of his employees and two friends. Now, seeing his posture, I was shocked. My wife was even more dumbfounded, "What are you going to do?"

Old Ding said, "Take off your pants, let me check the chastity belt I gambled on. Look carefully,
I haven't left the kitchen for a moment since you arrived here today, I've been wearing it the whole time!"

"You, you, you don't move! I don't want to see!" The wife blushed and immediately turned around, but she stood still
and didn't move. She just shrugged her shoulders shyly, and put one small hand in front of her mouth. It was obvious that her chest
was rising and falling more rapidly with her breathing.

I took the initiative to get up and hold her smooth shoulders, turning her around to face
Old Man Ding standing on the sofa. She closed her eyes tightly in fear, turning her face away, too afraid to look. Everyone present found the scene
hilarious. Seeing my wife's shyness, Old Man Ding took a step back and said, "How about this, Miss Xin, guess
if I'm really wearing a chastity belt. If you guess right, I'll drink a glass of 60-proof vodka. If you guess wrong, I'll
take off my pants for you to check, okay?"

My wife opened her eyes slightly, nodded, looked at Old Man Ding with disgust, and quickly answered,
"No!"

Old Man Ding's face darkened. He got up, went to the refrigerator, poured a glass of vodka, and downed it in one gulp.
My wife, seeing this, immediately breathed a sigh of relief, "Phew...that scared me to death."

But unexpectedly, after finishing his drink, Old Man Ding turned back to the sofa and suddenly pulled down his pants.
The sight left everyone present utterly dumbfounded!

I saw that Old Man Ding's groin was completely bare, the thick black hair growing from below his navel all the way to
his perineum , then merging with the hair on his thighs. He wasn't wearing underwear either, but instead, he was wearing a
male chastity belt!

The chastity belt was made of wood and tightly locked Old Man Ding's penis, while his two dark,
hairy testicles were openly exposed. My wife saw this and immediately turned her head away,

letting out a scream of "Ah!!!" before throwing herself into my arms.

"Hahahaha, Miss Xin, it seems you lost the bet, hahahaha." Old Man Ding laughed loudly,
while Ah Zhen and Ah Hui watched the show with their fill. I could feel my wife
trembling .

"How about it? Just like we agreed when we made the bet, Miss Xin? Here's the key, you have to unlock this chastity belt for me
yourself ."

Not to mention my wife, even I was surprised. He's a dignified man in his fifties,
a vice president of a large company, with wealth and status. A man so successful,
actually dared to wear a chastity belt and so boldly and fearlessly
pull down his pants in front of his employees and me, his friend, just for a bet with a beautiful woman. I have to admit, I have to give him a little red flower in my heart.

My wife leaned against me, shrinking back, not daring to look. I shook her, and she squirmed,
making ambiguous sounds, "Um...no..."

"Old...Ah Xin, you're the one who made the bet, you have to keep your word, right?"

I pretended to be my wife's friend, deliberately pushing her to fulfill this shameful bet.
I don't know if she felt ashamed and...excited, but she didn't run away, she just softly
leaned against my chest, burying her face in my chest, not daring to look, squirming.

Seeing this, Ah Zhen and Ah Hui quickly urged my wife to keep her word.

My wife finally gave in to the four of us men. After about ten minutes, she stood up,
smoothed her hair from her forehead, and blushed as she looked at Old Man Ding's pubic hair and the chastity belt on his genitals. She took
the key and slowly squatted down...

"Oh..." Ah Zhen and Ah Hui moved even closer, and I joined them. My wife squatted in front of Old Man Ding, took
a deep breath, and reached out to grasp the chastity belt's lock, but then fearfully withdrew. She licked
her lips, pursed her lips, and turned her face slightly to the side. Her shy and fearful eyes only dared to peek at the penis and the lock
in front of her . One hand held the lock, trying not to touch Old Man Ding's genitals,
while the other hand swept over his thick hair, inserted the key, and with a twist, grabbed the chastity belt, swiftly removed it, tossed it aside,
and quickly hid back in my arms.

With a thud, the chastity belt fell to the ground. Old Man Ding, however, remained unperturbed, still standing on the sofa, his genitals
erect . His 50-year-old penis was finally revealed to us for the first time.

Old Man Ding's penis was semi-erect, the dark foreskin indicating he was a seasoned veteran
. The foreskin partially concealed the glans, which was a dark, deep red with a hint of
bluish-black. The pubic hair at the base of his penis was thick and unkempt, growing from below his navel down to
between his thighs, even covering his scrotum. To be honest, I wasn't too embarrassed to examine it closely at the time
, but the prominent clitoris on both sides of his penis was undeniably eye-catching.

I shook my wife, who was nestled in my arms. She twisted her body in protest, "Um... I don't want to see!"

I whispered to her, "Take a look, it's amazing."

After about five or six seconds, my wife secretly turned her head to peek and noticed
the few small bumps on Old Ding's penis. She couldn't help but feel curious.

Old Ding proudly swung his penis a couple of times and winked at his
wife I couldn't help but ask him, "Wow, Uncle Ding,
what are those bumps on your penis?"

"Beads, ever heard of them?" Old Ding replied smugly.

Unbelievable! I moved even closer, and my wife nestled closer to me. This was
the first time I had observed another man's penis so closely, and I felt embarrassed but also full of curiosity. Even in its semi-erect state,
Old Ding 's penis was slightly upturned. Below the glans, and above and
below it, were two rows of beads embedded under the skin, each about a quarter the size of a fingernail,
three in the top row and three in the bottom.

"I had these done around 2005. What do you think? Is this the first time you've seen them?"

I nodded.

"Foreigners love these things. Some even have holes drilled in them. I don't like holes drilled, but these beads are really useful. Every
woman I've been with has been incredibly satisfied. I'll tell you a secret, there was even a woman who fainted and
foamed at the mouth after I fucked her."

My wife rolled her eyes at him, annoyed. Old Ding laughed heartily, "Then, according to our bet, next..."
Shouldn't we check if Miss Ah Xin is wearing underwear? The

room was filled with lewd laughter. I knew my wife had worn underwear before leaving. Actually,
neither could believe the old man was so bold. We were truly dumbfounded. But
the thrill of betraying my wife and seeing her make a fool of herself in front of several men leering at her was inflating like a balloon.
I even chimed in, "Yeah, yeah, old... Ah Xin! You have to keep your word! Let us check
if you're wearing underwear!"

My wife buried her face in my chest, playfully punching me a few times.
A flash of inspiration struck me. I turned my wife around and said to everyone, "How about this? Let's guess
whether Ah Xin kept her promise and wore underwear. We each get one chance to reach under Ah Xin's skirt
and feel around for a minute. Then we'll guess if Ah Xin is wearing underwear. Whoever guesses wrong has to drink a whole glass of
vodka! Okay?"

"Good, good, good!" Everyone was in high spirits. My wife, feeling ashamed, gave me a resentful look and said softly,
"One minute is too long... I'm only allowed to touch for 30 seconds..."

My wife's answer surprised me, but it excited me greatly!

"Ahui, you go first! It's yours!" Old Ding said, giving Ahui a push.
Ahui was flattered and eager to try, slowly walking up to my wife. My wife blushed
and lowered her head deeply, but the shy Ahui didn't dare to make a move. Seeing this, Old Ding simply grabbed his arm and
placed it under my wife's short skirt. My wife exclaimed, "Oh!~" and pulled her skirt up with both hands, even
slightly opening her legs and lowering her head to let Ahui's hands freely explore under her skirt.

He touched her for about 30 seconds, and my wife's expression kept changing under Ahui's hands. Ah Hui touched her for 30
seconds, then Ah Zhen took over. Ah Zhen touched her for another 30 seconds. I gave Old Man Ding a wink, and he said to me, "
You all go first, I'll go last!"

I nodded, rolled up my sleeves, and reached under my wife's skirt.

My wife was wearing flesh-colored pantyhose and a beige princess dress. Her body was trembling with tension,
her legs slightly parted, and her posture looked a little awkward. Her tense body was incredibly hot, and a damp heat emanated from between her skirt and
pantyhose . As soon as my hand touched her flesh-colored stockinged thigh, her body
trembled again, and the tender flesh of her thighs encased in the stockings quivered and jiggled.

I ran my hand up her flesh-colored stockings along her thighs, all the way to her hips. Her
buttocks, encased in the stockings, jiggled more rapidly and intensely than the tender flesh of her thighs,
sweating profusely with my touch. Although my wife was wearing pantyhose, the elastic bands of her underwear on both sides of her hips were clearly
visible. My hand followed her triangle area to between her legs, the wet, sticky sensation thrilling me
. Her entire vulva was soaked, whether from arousal or urine, I could feel it with my hand,
from her perineum downwards! The stockings, panties, and sticky pubic hair were all drenched.

Her soft labia majora were encased in the pantyhose, and her small lace panties
were caught between them as she moved. I glanced up at her; she had her eyes closed, breathing out warm air. I felt
waves of wet liquid flowing from my fingers down my arm, dripping onto the floor. Before
I could even enjoy it enough, 30 seconds had quickly passed. Old Ding, eager to try
again and reached his old hand, marked with age spots, under her skirt.

Clearly, Old Ding had touched everything I had just felt: my wife's
trembling , and her vulva, wet with urine and vaginal fluid, beneath the stockings
. Through her thin skirt, her pert buttocks were clearly visible, and his large hand beneath the skirt
was rapidly and greedily caressing them. She tilted her head back, her mouth forming an "O," and let out a long breath,
"Oh…"

Her body went limp, and she slumped backward. I quickly went to support her.

"Alright, everyone, guess? Did Miss Xin keep her promise and wear underwear?" Old Ding
shamelessly asked, his fingers covered in my wife's urine and vaginal fluid. Ah Zhen and Ah Hui both nodded;
there was no doubt she was wearing it—it was obvious. But they weren't going to
let my beloved wife off . The urge to expose her and let outsiders defile her made me
reluctant to let my shy and beautiful wife go. I suggested, "I also think Xin wore underwear. Beautiful lady,
you're breaking your promise Lift your skirt and let everyone check!"

My wife, lying limply on top of me, asked in a weak voice, "Are we really going to show them?...?"

"Look, everyone wants to see for themselves whether she's wearing anything or not, right? Lift up your skirt so
everyone can check, okay?" I said, hugging her and breathing hot air into her ear. I knew
my wife was most susceptible to this kind of teasing, and now she was bursting with desire. She mustered all her strength to stand up,
took a deep breath, and, with trembling hands, lifted the hem of her skirt above her knees, slowly, slowly
, little by little... finally pulling the skirt up to her waist.

In an instant, a pungent, erotic smell filled the entire hall. The three men, one old and two young, were almost kneeling on
the ground, their eyes filled with burning flames and lustful desire, staring intently at my wife's exposed
crotch .

At this moment, I finally witnessed it with my own eyes. My wife, who was being teased and played with by several men,
had her flesh-colored stockings completely soaked with copious amounts of vaginal fluid and urine from her excessive excitement. Her entire V-shaped
perineum, from the bottom of her lace panties down, had become transparent. Her thick pubic hair was pressed tightly against her perineum by the wet
stockings and lace panties. Her two plump labia, barely visible
, rubbed against the panties sandwiched between them with her slight movements. Urine and vaginal fluid flowed down the stockings on her thighs and even down
to her calves. What surprised me even more was that my wife, with a flushed face and slightly parted red lips,

lifted her skirt and exposed her lower body, which was covered in pantyhose soaked with urine and vaginal fluid, in front of several men. She slowly turned around twice in front of them, displaying

her stockinged buttocks, stockinged thighs, and her vaguely exposed perineum to the men.

Those ten seconds felt like an eternity. Just as those men were completely absorbed in watching,
drooling , my wife decisively lowered her skirt, turned around, and hugged me. This action inevitably
aroused inexplicable envy and jealousy from Old Man Ding, Ah Zhen, and Ah Hui. Why does Ah Xin always hide in my arms? They must have been
asking themselves that question.

My penis was unusually erect and hard, not because I saw my wife's lewd behavior, but because I had
witnessed other men seeing her in that state
. The chaotic feelings of exposure, danger, excitement, playing with fire, taboo, and shame made my head spin. I suggested again, "Ah Xin, did you gamble on something last time?"

My wife blushed, glanced at me, but didn't answer.

"Miss Xin, didn't you make a bet? If Uncle Ding dares to wear a chastity belt in front of everyone and
Miss Xin fails to keep her promise and goes out without underwear, then we'll each get a nude photo of Miss Xin~" Ah
Zhen took advantage of the situation, not giving my wife any chance to escape. My wife immediately covered her face with her hands, and
a soft sob came from her mouth. I suddenly felt a little sorry for her. Of course, I couldn't just give my
wife's nude photo to these three people. Taking this opportunity to help my wife out of this predicament would also increase my wife
's favorability towards me. "Alright, alright, everyone can't bully Miss Xin too much, right? How about this, let's
punish Miss Xin."

As I spoke, I carried my wife to the sofa. My wife was confused but dared not speak. I suppressed my
excitement , lifted my wife's stockinged legs onto the sofa, and gently spread them apart. Her limp body was no longer under her
control. I could clearly hear her panting, "Ha-ha, ha-ha."

"How about we punish Miss Xin by making her stand on the sofa, raise her legs, and display her genitals for one minute?" I
said , gently spreading my wife's legs apart. My wife, oblivious to the others, fumbled with her skirt and then clenched her fists.
Old Man Ding, Ah Zhen, and Ah Hui shouted in unison, "Okay!"

My wife closed her eyes, letting me hold her small hands and place them under her legs, her entire lower body
displayed in an M-shape before everyone. It seemed she had tacitly agreed.

Her genitals, soaked with urine and vaginal fluid, were made even more
transparent . Because her legs were spread apart, her labia were parted to the sides, shamelessly exposed to
the four men. Her small thong was not only transparent from the urine, but
also unable to conceal her private female genitalia due to the parted labia. Twisted into a thin line, it covered only half of her
pink tender labia, which were also exposed to the lecherous men.

The blush on her face burned down to her neck, then from her neck to her snow-white breasts. She forced
her eyes to the side, panting heavily, her legs spread in an "M" shape, allowing several lecherous men to stare at her
stockinged genitals, soaked with urine and vaginal fluid. Even her most shameful anus, used for defecation,
was faintly visible ; the light brown skin and folds around it were clearly visible, as if they wished they could see
the opening of her anus. At that moment, Old Man Ding, Ah Zhen, and Ah Hui's faces were only two inches away from my wife's buttocks.
3 centimeters…

I felt my penis extremely hard in my pants. Exposing my beloved wife's private parts was like
being naked in front of everyone—shameful, exciting, like my
most private property, which was originally mine alone, was now being exposed to the world. That feeling of loss, both close and distant, made my brain hot
and swollen , and my mind became hazy. I wanted to masturbate in public, but I could only secretly
touch my penis through my pants. At that moment, my wife caught a glimpse of me out of the corner of her eye…

“Alright, alright, the punishment is over.” Several men had been staring at my wife's embarrassingly exposed genitals
for several minutes . Even my wife herself had forgotten the time. They had been watching for about 7 or 8 minutes before I finally
came to my senses and mustered up a lot of courage to stop this absurd and lewd activity. But then Old Man Ding's unexpected
arrangement plunged me into the lewd infatuation once again.

“Alright, alright, Miss Xin's punishment is enough. Who's going to lead the game today?” Old Man Ding asked.

“It's Zhen’s turn,” Hui said.

"Ahem, today we're playing blind man's bluff," Ah Zhen announced, then pointed at my wife, "but
only Miss Xin will be blind~ okay?" Ah Zhen leered, and everyone naturally agreed. Actually, at
this point in the game, it was obvious that a few lecherous men wanted to take advantage of my wife. Two months ago, when a few of them got
together to play Truth or Dare, they took turns being the
dealer

and playing. Later, it gradually became that both the punishments and rewards involved my wife. Of course, I played a part in encouraging this, but my wife's gradual changes under my encouragement, her coy resistance
, her blushing face, and her provocative reluctance to accept our manipulation and punishments made even me, her husband who sees and touches her
every day , feel itchy. I wondered how much Old Man Ding, Ah Zhen, and Ah Hui
wanted to rape my beloved wife. Just thinking about it made me hard again.

"Even a blind man catching fish needs a silk scarf, but I'm the only man in my family, where would I get a silk scarf?"

"Then how about Miss Xin take off your stockings to use as a blindfold?"

"Oh...that's a good suggestion!"

Ah Zhen and Old Man Ding chimed in, one after the other. My wife pursed her lips and gave a bitter smile, then stood up limply
, lifting her princess skirt with both hands, once again revealing her stockinged
crotch, which was covered in urine and vaginal fluid. She hooked her two slender fingers around the top of the pantyhose and slowly pulled it down, revealing her snow-white, flawless, tender and
bouncy thighs. After pulling off one side, she did the other, teasingly throwing the stockings at Old Man Ding's
face . Old Man Ding took a deep sniff!

"Oh!..." He looked at her reluctantly, then deliberately folded the crotch of my wife's flesh-colored pantyhose
and blindfolded her from behind. The pungent smell of urine and vaginal fluid mixed together on the stockings was extremely
offensive, and my wife instinctively flinched. However, the thought that this urine and fluid came from her own
body stirred a wave of emotion within her.

"Come on, let's begin! Whoever is caught by the beautiful Ah Xin is the loser! The other winners will receive
a reward : freely touch any part of Miss Ah Xin's body for one minute! The losers can only watch from the sidelines! Let's
start!"

Ah Zhen shouted, grabbing my wife's shoulders and spinning her around in circles. After about ten circles...
My wife was already dizzy and disoriented. She swayed and leaned against the sofa back, whining, "One minute is too long
! Only 30 seconds!"

Her bargaining wasn't about being reserved, but rather about being lewd. What do you mean, "One minute is too long, only 30 seconds?
" I cursed her inwardly. She clearly wanted other men to touch her, yet she pretended to be innocent. But I liked it!

The three men were all agile and quick. Of course, for such a tempting reward, none of them wanted
my wife to catch them. My dizzy wife, with her pantyhose covering her eyes,
was constantly stimulated by the smell of urine and her own vaginal fluids, arousing her most wanton nerves and releasing her female hormones.
Being a delicate woman, she couldn't grab anyone. I simply pretended to trip on the spot, as if my foot
had slipped, and my wife rushed over from a distance and pounced on me.

"Gotcha!..."

Old Ding and his two companions cheered, dragging my wife to the sofa. Her
chest heaved violently. The three men rubbed their hands together, exchanging glances. Old Ding was the first to tentatively
reach out. "As part of the game, we really will touch you~ Miss Xin, you don't mind, do you~"

My wife didn't dare look at him, much less at the lewd looks from Zhen and Hui beside her. She secretly glanced at me,
but Old Ding and Hui raised their hands and shook their heads, it was unclear whether they agreed or disagreed.
Old however, didn't care. He pressed his face against my wife's armpit, his stubble-covered lips
kissing her very sensitive area. She gasped, "Ah!..."

Seeing this, Zhen wasn't to be outdone. He grabbed my
wife kissing her erect penis repeatedly, eventually making soft "slurp...slurp...mmm!...slurp..."

sounds.

Encouraged by the two men, Ahui became bolder. He spread my wife's legs, picked
up one of her legs (which had come off its flesh-colored pantyhose) and draped it over his shoulder . His hands
dangled her snow-white skin and long, slender leg, glistening with traces of his own urine.

Three men were currently holding my wife in their arms, ravaging her! My wife's arms and legs were
being caressed and kissed by several men, flesh to flesh, being undeniably groped and fondled by other men. My
heart was pounding with desire; my penis was practically bursting through my pants. My wife, being played with by the three men
, smiled knowingly at the bulge in my pants, which made me abandon any thought of protecting her or stopping this lewd game
.

The first round ended quickly. Old Ding was obsessed with my wife's armpits, lifting her pink arms and
kissing them incessantly with his stubble-covered lips. Ah Zhen, on the other hand, loved my wife's neck, kissing it
until she gasped for breath. Ah Hui, however, was fascinated by my wife's beautiful legs,
kissing and caressing from her thighs to her calves, and then from her calves to her toes, his tongue even licking
the soles of her feet without a care for dirt, causing her to tremble. My wife's eyes were still covered by her own urine-soaked pantyhose, allowing the three
men to kiss and caress her body wantonly. The scene was undeniably lewd.

I mustered all my willpower, suppressing my sexual urges and excitement, thinking that if
Old Ding, Ah Zhen, and Ah Hui dared to do anything more extreme to my wife than looking, touching, or even raping her,
I would raise my fist and rescue her.

In the second scene, the three men were hiding and dodging. My wife was panting heavily from being led around. I faked another fall, causing my wife
to pounce on me and grab me. Then, the three men lifted

me onto the sofa. This time, the three men changed positions, making my wife lean against the sofa. Her slender, snake-like waist arched, and
her buttocks were raised high. Ahui greedily rolled up my wife's princess skirt until it reached her waist, instantly exposing her
snow-white round buttocks to everyone's lewd gaze.

Her smooth buttocks were perfectly peach-shaped, resembling a sliced apple from behind. My wife's small black
lace panties only had a pitiful little triangular piece of fabric at the back, which barely covered
the area above her buttocks, quickly shrinking into a line at the cleft, deeply embedded in the secret crevice of her buttocks.

All three men's eyes were now fixed on my wife's buttocks. "Slap slap slap!" Three large hands slapped and caressed my wife's plump, white buttocks
without any politeness. Her upturned buttocks were spread apart,
and the light brown skin of her anus and the folds around it were faintly visible to us. Old Man Ding was
mesmerized, but dared not make any big moves. His hand touched my wife's buttocks and intentionally or unintentionally fiddled with
the fabric covering my wife's anus. He pretended to be careless as he touched the last bit of
modesty cloth .

My wife, with her buttocks raised, leaned forward against the sofa back. From behind, her labia majora were easily visible
, thick and glossy, glistening with vaginal fluid from deep within her vagina. Her
small lace panties were tightly clamped between her labia. The three men crowded around, but none
dared to touch that area. They could only watch helplessly as the beautiful, alluring woman's genitals were exposed,
her delicate pink labia minora occasionally revealed through the friction of her labia with her soft breathing and movements.

My wife tilted her head back, biting her lower lip tightly, closing her eyes to avoid looking at anyone. She willingly

raised her buttocks high, allowing these men to caress and admire her most private and shameful

part of her body.

I clenched my fists, my heart pounding with fear that these three men would take the opportunity to rape my wife.
I wasn't prepared to let her lose her virginity to them, nor was I. I simply enjoyed the
thrill of seeing my wife exposed to others, but now that thrill seemed to have gone a little too far. On one hand, I was

incredibly excited by this lewd scene, with nowhere to vent my frustration, and I clenched my fists, trying to

release the heat within me. A contradiction, a real contradiction.

The third round began. Ah Hui was quite sensible; after all, in their eyes, I was my wife Ah Xin's friend, and
the person she had known the longest and had the best relationship with. I had been caught twice in a row, and he was probably being careful, perhaps because Old Man Ding
had instructed him beforehand not to let me suffer. So he pretended to be caught by accident, and I,
along with Ah Zhen and Old Man Ding, helped my wife onto the sofa.

This time, my wife was initially just sitting on the sofa, her legs limp, letting us spread them into an M shape. I...
Holding her smooth legs, a wicked thought rose in my mind. The lewd atmosphere and my wife's ambiguous, slightly smiling, seemingly
enjoying expression made me dizzy with desire. The scenes before my eyes became increasingly blurry, and my heart raced faster and
faster. I've known my
wife , touched her body countless times, and even when I deflowered her on our wedding day in our new home
, I've never felt this excited. I hardened my heart. Even if my wife would blame me afterward, I wanted to try it, to
expose her more.

Suddenly, I lifted my wife's legs high into a V-shape until her calves were completely pressed
against her shoulders. Her glistening, radiant lower body was exposed to everyone. I wondered if
my wife would blame me, if she would be angry because of my act of betraying her, or if I would finally cross
her final line and end this lewd game.

The result was beyond my expectations. My wife bit her finger, glanced at me, closed her
eyes and couldn't help but smile foolishly, turning her face to the side and letting me expose her as I pleased.

I couldn't hold back any longer. With a "whoosh," I squatted down and stuck out my tongue to suck and lick my wife's labia, which were still covered by her lace
panties
. My tongue even pushed her panties aside, revealing her two thick labia. My tongue licked open her thick labia majora and then penetrated her thin labia minora. The wet, tight,
pink vagina full of irregular bumps clamped onto the tip of my tongue. I explored further inside, and more and more pungent, smelly
vaginal fluid washed over my taste buds.

Seeing this, Old Ding swallowed hard, thinking the time was ripe. He pulled down the straps of my wife's dress, and the zipper
at the back ripped off with a hiss. My wife, already aroused, followed his movements and took off her princess dress,
revealing her flawless, snow-white skin, as smooth and delicate as a boiled egg, her body
without generously displayed before everyone.

Seeing that my wife's dress was off, Old Ding then tried to remove her bra. Under the
black lace bra, he grabbed one of her full, perky breasts in each hand, kneading
and playing with them forcefully through the bra. His hands, as if by common sense, fumbled around the bra straps. Just as his fingers were about to unhook the straps
, my wife struggled a couple of times, twisting her body and turning around. Seeing this, Old Ding released his hands and bent down,
his stubble-covered skin roughly and crudely kissing, biting, and pinching my wife's tender, bare breasts exposed outside the bra.

Ah Zhen didn't dare to back down either. He grabbed my wife's chin and turned her head, then kissed her on the lips.
The sounds of kissing followed. Watching my beloved wife,
my pure wife, my pampered wife, my wife who had never suffered any grievances,
being played with and squeezed by a man I had only known for two months through her bra, and being kissed by another man, my lustful desires
instantly exploded. I couldn't tell if I would really stand up and stop Ding Laotou and his gang from raping my wife.
Perhaps it would be more realistic for me to join Ding Laotou and his gang in raping and defileing my wife.

The fourth scene began. My wife, who had taken off her skirt, had her eyes covered with flesh-colored pantyhose soaked with her urine. She was only
wearing a pair of black lace bras and a small pair of black lace panties. Her
body was flushed with lust, and her delicate skin was white with a rosy glow, which was extremely tempting. The three men present all had erect penises that
were bulging in their pants.

Everyone took turns being grabbed by their wives, who were then held in various positions on the sofa by the other three men
.

In the fourth position, the wife knelt on the sofa like a female dog, her slender waist arched and her buttocks raised.
Old Ding sucked and licked her vulva from behind, while touching her plump buttocks. Ah Hui lay on the floor from the side,
admiring and kneading my wife's breasts that swayed in front of her as she lay there. I stood in front of my wife
, passionately kissing her. From her rapid breathing and her constantly attacking tongue, I knew that she was experiencing
unprecedented stimulation.

In the fifth standing scene, my wife was surrounded by the crowd, her hands raised high by me. Ah Hui stood in front of her
and kissed her. Ah Zhen squatted between my
wife , while his hands caressed her straight, beautiful legs. I stood
behind my wife, reaching around from behind to squeeze her huge breasts, while rubbing my buttocks with my penis, which was bulging
due to excessive excitement and even leaking some fluid,
to let her know that her husband was very satisfied with her performance.

The sixth position was lying flat, the seventh was prone, the eighth was kneeling, and the ninth was a frog squat. Ah Hui pinched his wife's breasts from
behind while gently nibbling at the tender flesh of her shoulder. Old Ding lay supine on the ground, his face
facing his wife's vulva as she squatted above him with her legs spread. One hand pinched his wife's plump buttocks, while the other boldly
slipped into her vagina. He pulled down her panties, carefully and excitedly admiring the
genitals of the woman he had longed for day and night. I was standing in front of my wife, kissing her. Her eyes were filled with affection, her
small mouth twisted in a smile, her small hands trembling as she gripped my arm. Suddenly, she closed her eyes, her stomach churned, and
two "plop!" sounds came from her vagina, several jets of fluid shooting onto Old Ding's face as he lay between her legs. Old Ding
didn't feel disgusted; he shook his face a couple of times and began to vigorously stimulate my wife's vagina.

I knew my wife had orgasmed.

"I...I should go home...Let's play again next time..." My wife's silvery voice softly reached
my ears . As she spoke, she stood up, first covering herself with the princess dress she had taken off, then quickly
putting it back on. Having released much of her pent-up desire after her climax, she calmed down slightly and quickly
dressed before losing her virginity.

I inwardly screamed that something was wrong. At this moment, the desires of those three men, including myself, were at their
peak . Our penises were throbbing, and having tasted the sweetness of my wife's beautiful body, how could we bear to stop? I
thought Old Ding and his gang would completely erupt and rape my wife on the spot all night. I broke out in a
cold sweat, and my penis softened slightly. Just as I was thinking of looking around for something to protect my wife
and fight off the three men, Ding shook his head vigorously, let out a long breath, and said, "Phew...

I'll take you home."

Old Ding drove himself this time. I sat in the front, and my wife sat in the back. We
didn't until we got home. After saying goodbye, I put my arm around my wife and we went inside. In an instant, we
instinctively wrapped ourselves together and frantically tore at each other's clothes.

"Husband...husband, you're so excited~"

"You slut, you're in heat!" I quickly stripped my wife naked. That inexplicable
feeling of having regained what I had lost filled my whole body. The wife in front of me seemed no longer the wife I knew before. She
still looked beautiful, but there was a strange
sense spread throughout my body. I couldn't wait to position her in the position that had excited me the most, letting her lean against the headboard,
her legs spread up in a V shape and pressed against my shoulders. My glans only rubbed against her labia twice before it was quickly covered with her
hot, wet juices. It slipped into her writhing vagina without any resistance.

"Oh!...So good..."

"Honey, say you love me..."

"I love you, why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

"I'm scared..."

"Scared of what?"

"Scared that you won't want me anymore...and will just dump me on someone else..." My wife said, pursing her lips.

"I only feel this way because I love you so much." "

I'm also afraid you'll despise me, think I'm a slutty woman..."

"I like you being slutty, but only with my permission!" I said fiercely, thrusting into
her a few times to show my excitement.

"Mmm...okay, mmm~ only with my permission..."

"You were so wet just now."

She whimpered, not replying.

"Aren't you excited?"

She hummed along with my rhythmic thrusts, occasionally letting out a soft moan, which I wasn't sure was
an answer .

"I almost thought they were going to rape you just now, I was even ready to grab my weapon and fight them!"

"Um... then why did you... join them... in... playing with me..."

"Because as soon as I saw you being defiled by them, I got incredibly hard."

"Um... um..." My wife moaned with each thrust, too busy to answer.

"They saw your cunt, your breasts, your ass just now." As soon as I said this, I
felt my wife's body tighten, a surge of heat from her vagina hitting my glans.

I continued to tease her, "Was it good when Old Man Ding licked your cunt just now?"

My wife was too ashamed to answer, but the overflowing lustful fluid in her cunt left her no room for denial.

"Answer me, was it good when Old Man Ding licked you?"

My wife swayed with each thrust, covering her eyes with her arms, and finally nodded.

"Who licked you the best? Whose tongue do you like the most?"

My wife shook her head.

"Tell me about it, it'll get me really excited."

My wife glanced at me furtively, and I nodded in affirmation.

"Mmm~ shy..."

"Is my tongue the longest?"

"Ahui's is the longest."

Hearing my wife's answer excited me greatly. It meant that she had
consciously . Just thinking about how three men's tongues had entered my wife
's vagina where she gave birth to our precious daughter made me incredibly hard.

"Whose licking feels the best to you?"

"Mmm~ Honey, you're so mean~ ...Yours is the best, okay..."

"Tell the truth!"

"...Old Ding's... tongue is the roughest..."

"I'm asking you, whose feels the best!"

"Old Ding's..."

"Why?"

"After his tongue goes in, it... circles... hooks... sucks... and... it even breathes on me
... it's warm and feels so good..." As I listened to my wife's words, I recalled how Old Ding's
stubble-covered mouth had been sucking on my wife's labia, his tongue circling, hooking, sucking, and licking inside her vagina, stimulating me
to thrust even harder several times.

"Tell me, did you enjoy being licked by Old Ding?"

My wife twisted her body in protest. I touched her breasts, pulling on her nipples, causing her both pain and arousal
of her sensitive nerves.

"Will you tell me? Tell me you enjoyed being licked in the cunt by Old Man Ding."

"Oh... I... enjoyed being... licked in the cunt by... Old Man Ding..."

"Imagine Old Man Ding is right in front of you, and say it to him."

"Oh... you're so annoying, I enjoyed being... licked by you... oh...!" As soon as she finished speaking, she
pulled a pillow from the side to cover her flushed face.

"But I don't intend for them to fuck you."

"Hmm..."

"But I really like it when you seduce them, to see their excitement when they can't get their dicks."

"No... husband, I can't be so lewd..."

"I like seeing you lewd, didn't you say you'd listen to me?"

"Hmm... I'll listen to you, as long as you like it..."

"Did you imagine them raping you just now?" I asked my wife tentatively.

My wife suddenly turned her head away. I knew I had a chance, so I pressed her, "Do you want it?"

"No..."

"If you don't want it, why did you let them pinch your breasts and lick your cunt until it was full of juices, and your stockings and panties were soaked!"

My wife couldn't find a word to refute me, she just hummed softly as I thrust in and out of her cunt.

"Say you want it, tell the truth, hurry up."

"No, honey... that's shameless..."

"It's okay, it's just a thought. I won't let that disgusting old man come to you, just a thought."

"Hmm..." My wife hummed, and I was sure that this wasn't a groan.

"Think about it, just now I was kissing you and flirting with you, Ah Hui was standing behind you squeezing your breasts,
and Old Man Ding was lying under your cunt, licking and licking inside you. Then Ah Hui suddenly unzipped his pants,
revealing his big cock, spread your ass, and thrust it into your cunt."

"No!~..."

"Ah Hui didn't care about your screams! He was thrusting his cock in and out of your cunt."

"No... I... want to be raped by the old man..."

My wife's words made my cock twitch twice. I was overjoyed; I had already led her into this situation.
"Why?! Aren't young dicks good enough?"

"Young... I... I have a husband, that's enough..."

"You slut, you mean you just want to try an old dick?"

My wife shook her head, but it was clearly an admission.

"Old Ding's dick looks pretty strong, do you want to try what it feels like to have beads inserted?"

My wife shook her head again. I knew she was ashamed to say it, so I teased her even more, "Tell me, isn't that right? I
really want you to let him fuck you and see what it feels like."

"Really?" Her eyes lit up. I cursed inwardly, "Damn slut."

"Just think about it, how do you want to be fucked by the old man?"

"Mmm...I want...I want him...to...penetrate me from behind..." My wife was indeed drawn into
the rhythm, fantasizing about lewd scenarios as I thought about it. I pressed my advantage and tempted her even more, "What
position you want to be fucked by the old man? How about being raped by him in your most shameful position?"

"Mmm, mmm..." "

Which position was the most shameful just now?"

"The one where I was lying on my stomach..."

"Lying on your stomach like a bitch with your ass sticking up?"

I deliberately described her bitch-like position as extremely lewd and despicable, especially emphasizing
the word ." My wife pursed her lips, looking like she wanted to cry, which aroused my sexual interest, and my penis became very hard.

"If Old Man Ding really raped you, what would it feel like to have those beads on his penis?"

"Ugh... I don't know..."

"What do you imagine it would feel like?"

"I... I can't imagine..."

"Then what do you hope it would feel like?"

"I hope... I hope his beads are inside me... scraping and scraping... Honey, you're so naughty, I'm
so embarrassed!~"

I imagined the beads under Old Man Ding's penis, through his skin,
rubbing and scraping against the walls of my wife's vagina, just like my wife had said. It was indeed very stimulating! I thrust into my wife forcefully
many times, and she clearly felt that her lies were exciting me. "Did you lose control of your bladder today? Did you
pee under your skirt?"

My wife blushed and slowly nodded. "I peed...twice."

"What?! Twice?!" Although I had already noticed that my wife was nervous and excited and lost control of her bladder, I didn't expect that
she would actually pee twice in someone else's house. "They found out when they touched your cunt just now. Your stockings
covering your buttocks and cunt were completely soaked, even the stockings on your thighs were half wet."

"Waaah...I know...it's all your fault..."

"Peeing standing in front of several men in someone else's house, don't you think you're slutty?"

"Waaah...waaah..." My wife was about to cry.

"I just saw Ah Hui touch you under your skirt and then secretly lick his fingers. Your piss
is quite attractive, isn't it?"

"Honey, don't say that..."

"I forgot to take your wet stockings with me. They're still at Old Ding's house."

My wife blinked, then remembered that she had forgotten to take off
her stockings .

"Do you think Old Ding might be keeping your wet stockings and using them
to masturbate ?"

"Hmm... he probably will..."

"I'll ask him for those stockings back for you next time, okay?"

"Okay... okay... disgusting, ugh!..." My wife answered, tilting her head back high, her fair and
delicate neck stretched out before me without reservation. Remembering that half an hour ago, her snow-white skin and
neck had been licked and kissed by those three men's stinky mouths, I couldn't help but lean down and bite my wife's neck. My penis
became even harder, and I thrust into my wife a few times.

"Mmm! Mmm! Honey! Be gentle..."

"Was today fun?!"

"Fun, fun..."

"Will you go next time the old man invites us?!" I questioned her loudly.

"Go...go!"

"Next time they really will strip you naked!"

"Then husband...you will protect me..."

"I want to see them strip you naked, with no bra or panties left, your breasts, cunt, and asshole all exposed in
front of ." "Mmm..." My wife suddenly wrapped her arms around my neck, letting me kiss and lick her neck

while I thrust into her vagina . "Mmm...husband, fuck me!" "Imagine me as Old Man Ding, Old Man Ding is fucking you right now. Look at the wall, your husband is watching you get fucked, isn't it great?" On the wall was my wife and my wedding photo. I didn't expect my wife to actually squint her eyes and glance into the distance. We were holding hands, she was wearing a pure white wedding dress, and I was as handsome as the prince in her dreams The wedding photo was full of sweetness and happiness. Suddenly, her vagina writhed strongly, like two worms clamping down on my penis, rubbing it with thick, sticky vaginal fluid. She opened her red lips wide and gasped for breath. Her little hands wrapped around my neck couldn't help but scratch bloody marks on my back. "Oh!...Husband, I'm going crazy...Ugh...Mmm!!...Mmm~" "Damn, your cunt suddenly got so tight! Did you orgasm? Hmm? Did you?" My wife didn't answer me, tilting her head back and wrapping her legs around my waist. "Damn, I'm asking you, did you orgasm? Did you orgasm in front of Old Man Ding?!" I deliberately steered my wife towards the scenario, replacing me with Old Man Ding. My wife pursed her lips tightly and nodded with difficulty, making me incredibly excited. "Oh! That's fucking good, Old Man Ding, I'm going to cum, cum inside your cunt, okay?!" As I spoke, I thrust even faster and more rapidly, my wife's fair body and breasts swaying up and down with my movements. "Ugh!! Okay!... Shoot it in me... Oh..." Suddenly she bit her finger and looked at me, saying, "Wear a condom! Otherwise my husband will kill me~ Oh... I'm coming!... Ugh..." Damn, when she said that, it was as if Old Man Ding was really fucking her. The fire in my prostate surged , and I shouted, a little agitated, "Damn it, why wear a condom! I'll just shoot it in your cunt and get pregnant with my bastard!! Oh!! I'm coming!!!" "Ah... Husband! Husband!... No~ Ugh... So good..." (To be continued)

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