Old classmates partnered to open a nightclub

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Due to the economic downturn and business failure, I could only stay at home waiting for an opportunity. After a while, my wife suggested she go out to work. Initially, I objected, but the reality of our family's debt crisis forced me to agree. Friends introduced me to temporary sales positions at department stores and unstable part-time jobs as waitresses in Western restaurants. Recently, she said she had signed a stable, high-paying contract with a beer company. We celebrated and discussed that I would temporarily take care of the family and our two children.
Occasionally, when I felt down, she would encourage me, saying that it's indeed easier for women to find work, but it would only be enough to make ends meet. She said that when my opportunity came, she would be a pampered housewife. I understood her hardship, so I helped with housework to make her less tired when she got home. Life was tough, but our family of four was still poor but happy. Her work started shifting from early shifts to late shifts, and she was often drunk and came home late. Every time I asked about her work, she would stammer or get angry, saying she was already having a hard life. I didn't dare to upset her anymore.
One day, friends came back from abroad for a dinner gathering, and I left our two children with my mother; I didn't even have a chance to tell her. After dinner, I planned to go home early to take care of the kids. A friend enthusiastically invited me to a bar. Not wanting to spoil the fun, I had several drinks, but I started to feel the effects. In the unfamiliar bar, I heard a familiar voice. It was my wife; she had been working as a waitress there, hiding it from me. When she approached, I quickly ran away.
Thankfully, I wasn't discovered. My panic turned to anger. I began to suspect her of lying and infidelity. Around midnight, I waited for her to get home and immediately launched into a tirade. At first, she fought back, and our argument woke the kids. When questioned, I said my friend had seen her, but she noticed I was still drunk, my face flushed, and I smelled strongly of alcohol. I had been caught red-handed. She held the kids and lamented her misfortune. She said she worked hard to support the family, but her husband didn't trust her and was out partying. She said if she were shameless, she would have run off with another man and brought money home to support the family. Instead, she was suspected by her useless husband. If it weren't for the family, she would have committed suicide long ago. I knelt down and apologized, promising not to pursue the matter further.
Several months later, I noticed her attire was becoming increasingly revealing and seductive. The scent of perfume and the abundance of luxury accessories she carried increased. Several times I tried to confront her, but she immediately shut me down. She said that if I had a man, I wouldn't need to bring money back. Even if I was being kept, it was all for the family. I began to feel angry but dared not speak out. She had changed.
One day, my opportunity came. An old classmate was partnering with me to open a nightclub. He invited me to discuss the sale of the nightclub. I looked at the decor and the customer flow; it seemed promising. When a few of us were considering investing or acquiring the entire nightclub and were negotiating the price with the shareholders, I saw my wife approaching. I thought she had caught me. I frantically tried to hide myself with my wine glass. But then I remembered I wasn't cheating, and when I tried to explain to my wife, I found that she wasn't angry at all. Instead, she smiled and leaned on the nightclub owner's shoulder, chatting intimately and ambiguously. The nightclub was noisy and dark, and she didn't even notice me. Even my old classmate was now groping my wife's waist, acting very intimately. Before she noticed me, I tried to suppress my urges and turned to the bathroom to wash my face and clear my head. Was this really just a misunderstanding? But the image of her always popped into my head, preemptively twisting the truth, so I decided to observe further. I quietly hid in a corner, observing their every move.
My wife was wearing a tight-fitting dress that accentuated her curves perfectly. Her bare chest and back were incredibly alluring, and her half-exposed breasts made the men present yearn for more, even if they accidentally exposed themselves. Everyone was staring at my wife's exposed cleavage, drooling. My old classmate deliberately and unintentionally touched my wife's chest with his elbow, several times—it was too obvious, wasn't it? When my wife sensed he had noticed, she lifted her hair, shyly retreated, and crossed her arms to cover her chest, pretending nothing had happened and continuing to chat. Suddenly, a man came up behind her and grabbed my wife's arm from behind. He greeted her and joked around. The man and my old classmate exchanged glances. My wife sensed something was wrong, but then she realized her arm was being pulled forcefully by the man, leaving her chest vulnerable. My old classmate seized the opportunity and pressed his elbow against her chest. My wife's breasts were being squeezed so hard they were almost bursting out, and her areolas were vaguely visible. She was panicked and anxious, her hands restrained, and the man behind her blocked her from retreating. Sensing my old classmate was about to escalate the situation, the bar owner directly lifted my wife's top. Her
sexy pink half-cup bra was immediately exposed in public. My old classmate was shocked, and the man behind her stared wide-eyed. Before I could even rush to my wife's aid, the bar owner said, "Why so subtle and restrained? No need to pretend to be accommodating, just be straightforward." Before he finished speaking, the owner reached into my wife's bra and groped her roughly. The men present were both shocked and delighted. My wife didn't dare resist but tried to dodge him. The owner continued, "You don't want to work here anymore? Want to quit? Don't forget you still owe the company a debt. Married and still pretending to be a lady? Don't know how to please customers, go home and play the demure one! There are plenty of people who can replace you. We don't need you!" "I watched without batting an eye as my wife's expression completely changed. She said, 'Oh, what are you saying? Boss, some customers like it when I act weak! Don't be angry, come on, let's drink! I'll toast everyone. The boss touched me so well!' My wife quickly straightened her clothes. At that moment, my heart was breaking. I dared not show myself, lest everyone know how I, a coward, would lose face, let alone any future business. The one who molested my wife was the boss; if I lost my temper, I would definitely lose my job.
The boss answered the phone and excused himself. My wife thought she had breathed a sigh of relief, but then the man grabbed her wrists, and she was forced to lift her hands as if surrendering. From a distance, I saw the man moving his body up and down behind my wife. It turned out he was rubbing his genitals against her buttocks, and my wife was embarrassed and at a loss. My old classmate, not to be outdone, directly grabbed my old man through her clothes..." "Shuangfeng!" My wife screamed, and my old classmate quickly covered her mouth. He whispered something to her, then gestured for another man to half-embrace, half-carry her. The three men then dragged my wife to the nightclub's VIP room. I was blocked outside by the guards and extremely anxious, unable to enter.
Just when I thought I'd waited for them to come out, my wife was gone! A thought struck me, and I called my old classmate, telling him I was left outside. He initially told me to wait outside, but quickly turned back. I hurriedly said, "I saw you catch your prey! How can you not share the good stuff with your brothers?" "My old classmate had no choice but to come out to greet me. On the way, I said I had drunk too much and needed to pee, so I asked him to go inside first and I would follow. Then, through the crack in the door, I saw my wife being harassed by three men. One of the men was groping my wife's breasts, and my wife was sitting on the sofa, between the legs of the man in the suit. Her waist was being held and she was being forced to twist. I blushed and felt terribly flustered. At that moment, I saw my old classmate take a sip of red wine to embolden himself. As soon as he put down his glass, he lifted her tight skirt. Luckily, she was still wearing her underwear.
My wife struggled desperately and tried to pull down her skirt to avoid being exposed. The three big men surrounded and harassed my wife, and my old classmate forcibly kissed her. In a moment of inattention, the man in the suit pulled down her ankle, and then started playing with my wife's pubic hair. My wife squeezed her legs tightly together and pushed away all the men's lewd hands. They were like octopuses, entwined and inseparable. Not long after..." A moment later, my wife's skirt was pulled down and then pulled up again. The entire tight skirt was stretched into a belt, barely covering her waist. My wife struggled to protect her bra from being ripped off as well. But her lower body was compromised, and several men roughly pulled it open. Her vulva, with its sparse pubic hair, was now completely exposed. Exhausted from defending herself, my wife's genitals were exposed, and sure enough, her bra was stolen in a flash. My wife was stripped naked by three men, leaving only the skirt around her waist, making her practically naked.
I wanted to rush into the room to stop them, but the thought of the embarrassing scene made me unable to move. Is this really my wife? How did she end up here? If this is a disappointment, I might even lose my job. I clenched my fists and watched. My old classmate pulled out his penis and forced my wife to perform oral sex. She kept her lips tightly closed and refused. My old classmate said, "If your upper lip doesn't want to, then your lower lip will serve you!" Before he could finish speaking, *thud*—he actually penetrated my wife! He was raping her. My wife was terrified, tears streaming down her face, but her mouth was covered, preventing her from calling for help. My old classmate skillfully and forcefully thrust into my wife, his speed and strength undiminished. His skill was truly exceptional; several minutes passed, and his movements of his lower body showed no sign of slowing down. My wife, subjected to such brutality, couldn't help but experience waves of pleasure, her juices flowing freely. The man in the suit wasn't just teasing my wife's clitoris while he was penetrating her. Even if it was rape, this kind of playful manipulation stimulated my wife, causing her to cry out in pleasure. When the man in the suit removed his hand from her mouth, my wife stopped resisting, instead panting and moaning. Her body moved in sync with my old classmate's penis. Everyone was satisfied! My wife was conquered, her lust uncontrollable.
I stared in disbelief, my eyes wide with shock! My wife wrapped her arms around my old classmate's neck, her legs hoisted up by him. He selfishly took her in and fucked her alone. The man in the suit and another man watched with envy. My wife's suppressed moans were irresistible to the man. His relentless thrusting brought her to a tingling, numbing pleasure. She felt incredibly good. My old classmate quickly reached orgasm, letting out a cry. Ah, my wife had been penetrated. My old classmate shuddered a few times on my wife, then tossed her to another man, as if passing a baton. His penis was still erect and proud, a truly massive thing!
My wife even started masturbating, touching her own vagina. The man said, "Brother, your aphrodisiac is potent!" I then realized my wife had been given an aphrodisiac. Truly, he was worse than an animal! The man patiently teased my wife; she seemed addicted, unable to resist! My wife's desperate pleas for sex were ignored, so she had no choice but to submit to the man and take his penis. My wife's thirst was like that of someone sucking on a juicy, sweet sugarcane. She was drooling so much she was making squeaking noises. It made me wonder if she really looked that delicious?
The man in the suit sneaked in! While my wife was busy giving him oral sex, he secretly attacked her from behind. Not only that, he kept teasing her anus with lewd eyes! I thought, "What are you up to, you little bastard? Are you that restless?" Sure enough, the man in the suit pushed my wife away after a few thrusts. But she was still focused on sucking his penis. The scene was truly obscene!
The man in the suit turned and lay down on the sofa, yelling for the bitch to come over. The other man grinned wickedly and pushed my wife towards him. My wife, dazed, fell onto him. Just as I expected, the man in the suit laboriously aimed his huge penis at my wife's anus, trying to find the right spot. Because of the position, he couldn't see clearly and had to adjust by feel. It took at least a few minutes, while my old classmate smoked a cigarette and watched. Meanwhile, the other man drank red wine, brewing his experience, patiently waiting for the man in the suit to perform anal sex. The man in the suit struggled to squeeze his glans into my wife's anus. It was truly difficult; my wife, half-drunk and half-awake, had flushed skin, yet she began to rub her breasts. She moaned self-pleasuringly, her labia twitching intermittently. Her vaginal opening contracted hungrily, dripping with nectar.
Finally, the man couldn't hold back any longer and went over. He spat on the suit-wearing man's penis to lubricate it. Finally, with all his might, he thrust his entire member into my wife's anus! It was utterly disgusting; to rape my wife and be so unhygienic. I was filled with helpless rage. Everyone, however, spontaneously applauded and cheered. They seemed to be old comrades; their high-fives were perfectly synchronized. Then the man shoved his sugarcane-like penis into my wife's hungry, pink vulva. Having lost control of both my wife's anus and vagina, I clenched my fists, my anger blazing. My wife, however, was listlessly and weakly squeezed like hamburger filling!
Even I've never anally sexed my wife, and she always finds it dirty and refuses to give me oral sex. Yet today, she's being deflowered by other men. Although I'm furious, I'm still a man. Faced with such a erotic and alluring scene, I couldn't help but drool, my penis hard and very excited. I couldn't help but take out my penis and masturbate while peeping. The man in the suit had a long, thin penis, erect like a flute. The other man's penis was thick and large, and my wife's vagina was being dragged along, quickly becoming red and swollen! Onlookers might mistake it for my wife's vagina tightly gripping his penis, but in reality, it was her vaginal opening being stretched beyond its capacity. The two beasts rhythmically and tacitly attacked from both ends, one in, one out; one thrusting, one withdrawing; like a combined effort sawing down a tree. My wife was being fucked from both ends, feeling like she was in heaven. The aphrodisiac made her extremely sensitive and prone to pleasure, and the two scumbags were satisfying her together. Finally, for the first time, I heard my wife lewdly begging to be fucked; her moans and gasps are still vivid in my mind.
Any man would be tempted to have sex with her a few times. My old classmate couldn't resist either; he got hard, threw away his cigarette, and joined in. He grabbed my wife's hair, which was being played with by two men like the filling in a sandwich, and shoved his penis into her, thrusting in and out. Like a hamburger, he pulled out the filling to feed his penis. My wife was truly enjoying herself. She tripped and fell into the room, and everyone stared at me as if time had stopped. I was utterly embarrassed; thankfully, my wife had already fainted, with a few specks of white foam at the corner of her mouth. The crowd booed and continued to vent their lust on every part of my wife's body. My wife was fucked unconscious, but all three orifices were still being played with. I felt completely powerless; this scene felt like necrophilia. I closed my eyes tightly, unable to bear watching, heartbroken.
Ten minutes later, my old classmate suddenly helped me up from where I had fallen to the ground, saying, "That was great, your turn! Damn, you're getting old, otherwise we could have done it a few more times." I turned around and saw my wife covered in milky white fluid, glistening oilily under the light. Her face and hair were sticky with white semen. Her breasts were clearly bruised, with many teeth marks around her areolas, and her buttocks were pinched until they were red and black. I pretended to take off my belt and said, "With you guys here, I can't get hard. Anyway, you're all full, can you leave me alone?" The men leered, straightening their clothes and saying I was dreaming. It seemed they really intended to rest before coming back.
I lost control and picked up my wife, running outside. I ran through the streets with my naked wife, who had been violated, and countless people watched the spectacle. No fewer than a hundred people saw my wife... I ran straight home with tears streaming down my face. My wife was slightly awake and gave me an unusual smile.
"You've suffered, wife..."

[The End]

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