【The Devil's Advocate (1-2)】

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"I can grant you three wishes..." he pleaded.
The person in front of me was completely obscured, hidden in the shadows around the corner of the stairs.
"I don't have any change!" I kicked him away. He was clinging to my leg.
I hate shameless beggars who clung to people's legs regardless of the situation. I'm not prejudiced against beggars, but I strongly oppose this kind of

forced-sale business.
"I am the Demon King. I don't want money. Just help me fulfill one

wish ."
I was amused and annoyed. These days, scammers are really daring; there's nothing they won't do, only things they haven't thought of.
"What wish?" I decided. If he brought up anything related to money, I'd leave immediately;

arguing with him was against my usual style.
"Just remember my name."
"Okay. And then?"
"You can name three wishes, and I can grant any of them."
"Alright." I wanted to see what he was going to say next.
I named two wishes. I'd save the third for later, depending on the situation. He agreed.
Then... he told me a name. Very simple. I remembered it. He also gave me a phone

number , saying I could call if anything happened. I was almost certain he was a forger.
"Now? Demon King, how are you going to grant my wish?" My face was practically bursting with

laughter, but inside I was ecstatic.
"Please. This is a fantasy story, don't take it so seriously." The Demon King suddenly adopted a Taiwanese

accent.
Then I woke up. I
woke up laughing.
When I opened my eyes, my wife was staring at me, like I was a monster.
"No, nothing. I just dreamt I won the lottery." To cover my embarrassment, I grabbed her and kissed her

hard on the lips. Our kiss seemed passionate, but not as intense as it appeared. I was

interested in being intimate with her now, but I could tell she was preoccupied. She wasn't really engaged.
"I'm getting up. I'm going to be late." She wriggled off me, a movement that made my

already aroused penis even more so, or rather, worse.
I watched her change clothes with a hint of regret. My wife is 27, in the prime of her life—mature,

supple, and alluring. She stood up; although not very tall, only 162 cm, her legs were quite long

. I watched from the side and behind her as she took off her nightgown. The rounded, white outline of her breasts slid out a substantial

curve. I knew her breasts had increased by a cup size after marriage; when I first met her, they were only a B

cup. Do women experience breast development twice?
Her waist had a little bit of fat, but compared to her hips, which had also undergone two developments, they were still so slender,

and the added flesh made them even more alluring.
I couldn't see her abdomen or stomach from behind.
I quickly stopped myself; if I kept thinking like this, I wouldn't be able to resist rushing up and pinning her down. Based on past experience,

doing this now would definitely be inappropriate

. It wasn't about being late for work; it was about the atmosphere—she would absolutely not cooperate.
After driving her to the company, looking at her slender back, my mind wandered.

A woman must have many men drooling over her at work. Actually, we

were pretty

wild when we were "young." I've had several women, and she's slept with men other than me. And it was all after she met me. Once a woman has experienced sex, she craves more excitement. At first, I was furious, my face

darkened, and I was ready to break up with her. But when she confessed, I calmed down. Yes, why

can men cheat, but women can't? After the anger subsided, a strange sense of pleasure took over my mind. Later, I

even encouraged her to cheat, waiting for her to come back and tell me about her encounters with other men,

then I'd have sex with her intensely. She was very open-minded back then; once, she slept with someone for several days in a row, and then came back to serve me

. We had an incredibly good time. Strangely, these experiences actually deepened our relationship, and

we got married soon after.
After marriage, I remained sexually active, just like before. Conversely, she became more conservative. I think

it's probably because women fear gossip, and societal pressure is also a factor. People can understand a husband's infidelity, even

secretly believing that a man who succeeds through infidelity is capable and bold. It's different for women; infidelity is generally seen as a sign of poor

character , comparable to prostitution. Even the husband loses face and is gossiped about.
Now, she's even reduced her sexual desires, spending most of her time thinking about work, a bigger

house, how the children will go to school, and the elderly's care. It's making me depressed. But
there's nothing I can do. Money is the only truth.
On the way, I received a call. A client asked me to check the payment for a small private transaction I had just completed.
When I logged into online banking at work, I almost fell off my chair.
210056008.00 My account balance. I counted the numbers again, trembling. Yes,

it was 100 million! The account showed the payment arrived that morning. 210 million was 3 AM, 6008 was 10 AM

. I had a fierce internal struggle. I called the client from earlier.
The client faxed over the ATM receipt. 6008 yuan. That's right.
I haven't sold any stocks recently. Nor do any stocks have the potential to rise 1000 times.

Fear clashed with euphoria, and finally, fear prevailed. I forced myself to dial the police. There's no such thing as a free lunch. If I got involved in money

laundering , I wouldn't be able to afford the losses.
"Hello. It's me. It's the Demon King."
The voice on the other end was straightforward. I almost died of fright. I suddenly realized that

the number was a cell phone number I had only learned last night, not the police number.
"I know what you want to ask. I'm processing your wish right now. Can you please not rush me?

Have you ever read any fantasy novels? Large-scale spells require very long incantations. Just wait a little longer. It will be granted tonight."
"Did you give me the money in my account?" My voice changed; it felt like a piece of pie had fallen from the sky

and .
"That was just a side thing. Anyway, I'm leaving in a few days. I don't need the money. Don't worry, no one will..."

"Checking this money transfer transaction, I'm a demon king, after all. Don't be suspicious, don't discriminate against demon kings, okay?

Demon kings aren't necessarily evil. Is it strange that a pie falls from the sky? It's just asking you to remember a name for me,

no adventurous spirit at all, are you even a man?"
The last sentence really provoked me. This "are you a man?" killer move was unleashed, invincible.
What does it mean to be dizzy with happiness? I understand now.
While my wife was busy in the kitchen, I clearly saw her life, healthy, full of vitality.
"First wish. I can control the life of any living being at will."
"Second wish. I can control the mind of any living being at will."
I could feel her emotions, burning with joy.
I didn't stop her from busying herself in the kitchen. With so much money, if I didn't let her work for a while, she would definitely go into

shock.
Little did she know, what I gained was not just money, but the whole world.
From now on, my desires leaped from the depths of hell onto the stage, the show begins!
The first thing to do is to modify her life. This is very simple. The software for arbitrarily controlling any life

is powerful and has a user-friendly interface. I operated it in my mind for less than 2 minutes and the modification was complete. She lives on as before,

without any difference. The only difference is that she won't die from any future trauma; her body can automatically

regenerate , and the speed and form of regeneration can be controlled by me or herself. She won't age and

is completely immune to viruses, bacteria, toxins, etc.
I want to keep her eternally young because I love her very much.
Sounds far-fetched, right? Even I think it's far-fetched. Don't ask me how it works. The Demon King has already said

it's a fantasy story, so please don't take it so seriously.
I'm much more cautious about mental control, and I don't intend to abuse this power. The consequence of abuse would be that

this world becomes an excessively cheated game—in short, it's better not to play at all.
I've only added to her hobbies to match my most hidden ones.
I like women's abdomens, not just for appreciation, but I like to "study" women's bellies from the inside out

. Actually, many men are like me, and quite a few at that. It's like foot fetishism; I don't find it

strange.
The difference is that I like bloodshed, but I don't want to hurt anyone. I have no interest in pleasure built on the suffering of others

, but pleasure built on the happiness of others is very much to my liking.
Then I amplified one of her desires slightly—sexual, of course.
Hahahaha, although I internally let out a five-word laugh, my face still showed a slight

smirk. Once the joy goes too far, anyone will become calm.
What I need to do next is to act cool. Actually, I really hate that word. But I can't think of a better way

to describe this secretly satisfying restraint. I made up my mind that from then on, I would never spy on her again, nor would I try to manipulate

her thoughts. After all, she is the person I love most, and turning her into a puppet was not my intention.
All night long, my wife and I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Excitedly calculating how

to spend so much money, several times she suddenly sat up, climbed onto the desk, picked up a pen, and started scribbling.
Even I was thinking about money. Undeniably, the power of money is the most real and naked

. Just now, my wife asked me what I needed the money for. I bluntly said, "Chasing girls, traveling, buying

houses , high-end stereos, sports cars..." She wasn't surprised at all, and even retorted, "Then I'll hire a gigolo

and buy him a car..."
The next morning, we got up wide awake. She still went to work. We had agreed

not to be too obvious for now; everyone knows the principle of not flaunting wealth. She would

quit her job when the time was right.
When I got up, she looked at me with excited eyes, and I felt a surge of desire. But I managed to restrain

myself . I wanted to enjoy this game to the fullest; I had to be patient.
"Honey, want to try it?" She seemed to have regained her youthful enthusiasm. She carefully licked

my ear with her tongue. "How about I wear a thong and do it with you?" She rubbed her inner thighs against my penis

while wrapping her arms around my waist.
"You little slut." I grabbed her buttocks; they were plump and elastic. "Should I find a handsome guy to serve

you? Hmm?"
"No." I couldn't remember the last time I'd seen her so coquettish. "You pervert."

She chuckled.
"Really don't want to?" I bent my thighs, rubbing the full mound between her legs. Her eyes

immediately narrowed for some reason, still as sensitive as ever. "Didn't you want to keep a mistress?"
"If I wanted to, I'd find one myself. I'll give you a big hat." Accompanied by panting, she started

searching for the edge of my pajama pants. I know her well; when she's in a good mood, she'll accept any novel

idea .
I stopped her. I pulled her to my chest and then used judo techniques to pin her down

.
"Oh, right, I forgot to tell you two pieces of news. One good news, one bad news. Which do you want to hear first?"
"Is the money not ours?" Her face changed, just as I expected.
"The bad news is, you'll stay young forever, becoming a thousand-year-old demon."
"Are you delirious with joy?" She patted my head.
Yes, she definitely wouldn't believe it, but wait a minute…
"The good news is—I'll show you an experiment, and you'll understand immediately."
Actually, I wasn't entirely sure. I'd only ever killed one cockroach before, then revived it and released it back into nature.

So I just took a small needle and pricked her finger.
A drop of blood seeped out, which I absorbed with a tissue. Then I controlled her life force to speed up the recovery.

Finally, I showed her the wound.
"Ah!" she exclaimed. "The wound's gone!" Actually, the wound was too small to be seen; the

fact that no blood came out meant it had healed.
"Believe me, your husband isn't an ordinary person now," I said smugly.
I tried again. This time, she accelerated the recovery process herself. This was simple; it just required a little thought. She...

I watched the reality unfold before my eyes. Still unable to believe it, she grabbed a fruit knife, hesitated for a long time,

unable to herself to do it 　　. Finally, I steeled myself and made a small cut on her gluteus maximus. Not even a drop of blood, just

a minor skin break. "It doesn't seem to hurt much," she said. Then the wound healed. Without a trace. 　　She excitedly hugged me, shaking me and screaming with joy. 　　I can't remember how many times she's hugged and shaken me since last night, as if only then could be sure she wasn't dreaming. 　　We didn't make love this morning; she decided to play this game with me, to teach me a lesson. According to her , she wanted me to have the last round—that sounded really cool, no wonder she's my woman. 　　"Just don't regret it if I go too far," my wife said ambiguously as she left. 　　I scoffed dismissively, "I'm not afraid of you coming up with anything funny." I casually slapped her butt. 　　"You just wait and see." She waved at me, her face flushed, and walked into the company, her excitement and anxiety barely concealed . She was definitely eager to experience the thrill of infidelity. 　　She walked quickly, like she was going hunting. Whether it was a fling or an office romance, I didn't know. She was in charge of the game, and she would satisfy all my desires. I waited and see. 　　The pressures of life were gone; wealth breeds lust. I firmly believed in this old saying. 　　Coupled with her inexhaustible youth and indomitable spirit, all her worries were gone, allowing her to pursue excitement and pleasure. Given her personality, she wouldn't resist such temptation. 　　I couldn't help but feel a little smug. It's true accomplishment to control someone's mind without resorting to mental manipulation. 　　In the morning, I transferred 5 million from my account to hers. Since I didn't have any more accounts for the time being, I would have to arrange for the rest in a couple of days. 　　At noon, I received a call from her. 　　"Honey, I've resigned." 　　"What? So fast?" I was somewhat surprised. 　　"Yes. Also, I'm planning to work in City A." 　　"A?" I thought for a moment, the location is... uh... it seems to be more than 1000 kilometers flies. 　　I was stunned. What was she up to? A thought flashed through my mind, and it suddenly dawned on me. It's safer and more relaxed in other places, I'm so stupid. 　　"I've already bought the plane tickets. Tonight's flight. Come to City A with me." After a pause, she said in a very soft voice, "There might be a surprise." 　　I immediately gave in, much to my chagrin. 　　She didn't even let me see her off. After the handover that night, I went straight to the airport. 　　Passive, completely passive. My company is different from hers. The project I'm in charge of is halfway through, and I have countless things to hand over. I also have to take care of things at home, otherwise I won't be able to explain if relatives or friends suddenly come knocking on my door. 　　I could only tell her that I could go to City A in a couple of days. I told her to settle in first. She laughed and told me, "Back then, your wife had already been with other men..." It made my little brother jump. 　　The next day, I still couldn't get up; there were more things to do than I imagined. In the evening, she called me, her tone a mix of nervousness and anticipation: "Honey, are you really sure you trust me? I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it." 　　"Go ahead and have your fun. But if you dare to mess with me, I'll be very angry, and the consequences will be severe," 　　I replied with a cheesy joke, my heart racing. Something must have happened to her. 　　"Then I'm going to cuckold you, so hurry up and come over. I have to go to work now. Bye-bye." 　　I didn't react at the time. 　　After hanging up, I spent the whole night changing positions in bed, my penis almost piercing the mattress. What happened ? What exactly happened? The thought of my beautiful wife being pinned down by someone else, moaning, filled me with conflicting emotions and excitement. Every minute in bed felt like an hour. 　　I finally managed to doze off in the early morning. 　　The phone ringing was like a shot of adrenaline, jolting me out of bed. 　　"Good morning," I said, trying my best to keep my voice calm. 　　"Honey," her voice was a little hoarse, and her breathing seemed a little uneven. "Congratulations." 　　"What?" 　　"I bought you a hat. A green one. I slept with another man." "It was so good last night." 　　Of course, I could tell she enjoyed it. Her voice had softened. 　　"You went to bed with him?" I asked urgently. She hit the nail on the head. 　　"Yeah." "I slept with him so many times, I didn't sleep." 　　"Really? With whom?" 　　"Come on." "I'll tell you when you get here, I'm going to rest." 　　Damn it. Deliberately keeping me in suspense. I put down the phone, looked at my hands, and realized they were sweaty. I hadn't slept all night doing that kind of thing, unbelievable. 　　Surprisingly, it took me a full two weeks to get everything in order before I could set off. My wife hadn't called me these past few days, only texting me to ask when I was coming. I wasn't worried about her safety; her life force was so strong it could roast a suckling pig, turning a deep bluish-red. I didn't dare call her either, because after answering her call, my mind would be restless all day. After carefully dividing packed a bank card, 5,000 yuan in cash, and a small suitcase , ready to leave. Just before boarding the plane, she sent me a text message: "Honey, I miss you! Come quickly." I didn't reply. After enduring this for half a month, I was burning with anxiety. I wanted to surprise her, and I hoped she wouldn't disappoint me. 　　The plane arrived in City A around 11 PM. I first found a mid-range room for 400 yuan a night. Then I called her. 　　"Hello. I've arrived in City A." 　　"Ah... What?" "Ah..." "Why... didn't you tell me beforehand... Mmm..." She was panting on the other end of the phone, and it sounded a bit like the moans of someone doing *that*, as if someone was desperately trying to control themselves from crying out . 　　"What are you doing?" I couldn't control my voice from trembling.

"What do you think?" she teased me.
"You slut... when can I come see you?" I was almost at my limit, desperately wanting to

see her. To see her body after being possessed by others, to hear her tell how she was brought to ecstasy by other men,

or to watch her self-made DV footage, and then have sex with her.
"Come over now... ah... at the Rich Family." Then the phone hung up. Now?

I felt it was unreasonable; logically, I shouldn't be able to see her until at least tomorrow morning. But I couldn't care less

. To use a classic description, my heart was itching like a million ants were crawling on it. I wished I could fly there.
City A was much bigger than the city where I used to work. The nightlife was also more developed. The taxi driver told me that the Rich Family

in front of me was the "best" nightclub in the city. From the outside, it looked rather ordinary.

The Jiangbin Building, where the nightclub was located, was a 20-story building, and its exterior looked quite old. Some

of broken.
But I knew that the more discreet the place, the deeper the water. My heart

was pounding as I wondered what was going on with my wife in a nightclub.
I wandered around for a while before finally entering through a hidden door at the back.
A security guard stopped me outside, asking for my VIP card. Just then, my wife appeared and

led me inside.
I was stunned. Was this really my wife? Such a dramatic change in just two weeks!
Before, she always went without makeup at home. Although she was pretty, I never imagined she

would become so beautiful with makeup. Her face shape was already perfect; her high, arched eyebrows were natural, only

slightly trimmed, and her false eyelashes were applied just right, making her captivating eyes even more alluring. Her full, small

lips were slightly upturned, the bright red-purple lipstick shimmering and tempting, while the slightly downturned corners of her mouth gave her a cold

, aloof look—men love to ride on a cold beauty, or be ridden by a cold beauty.
A white tie, a black, sheer, fitted blouse tucked into a short skirt that hugged her

voluptuous body. Her waist was perfectly proportioned, and she wore black stockings with heels I estimated to be 8

centimeters high. Overall, she seemed fuller than before, her breasts appearing larger, perhaps

due to sex.
I also noticed her hair looked freshly combed, with a few strands falling onto her blouse collar. There

was a liquid-like sheen on her black stockings.
"You work here?" I asked.
"Yes," she replied. "Are you angry?" Her lips curled into a mocking smile.
"Whatever, as long as you're happy." A sour feeling still lingered.
"Just now I was with someone else…" she whispered in my ear, "…had sex."
My penis was already hard, and her words made it even harder.
"You, you wouldn't be…" I stammered excitedly.
"What is it? You'll find out soon enough. What, you can't hold back anymore?" Seeing my suspicious expression, she

grabbed my hand and placed it on her chest. "Don't worry, honey, no matter what, this place is only for you

."
Normally, I'd swear at hearing such cheesy words. But now, in

my current dazed state, they actually had a calming effect.
"Wait at the bar, don't rush." Then she blew me a kiss.
I realized now. She was a master of psychological manipulation.
I took a deep breath. Since the climax was only just beginning, why not relax and enjoy it?
The air here was quite fresh. The interior was decorated like a grand theater, and the upstairs boxes were also

set up like theaters, facing the stage below, with multiple movable magic glass floor-to-ceiling windows in front. The people inside were of all social classes

; in short, there was nothing particularly special about it, unless there was a drug deal here. But when the performance started, I

understood why this place was so popular. The song and dance performances here were quite high-class, the costumes were exquisitely made, and

the DJ setlist wasn't just any random stuff. Of course, the most important thing was that the performers were beautiful, and their demeanor was more

like that of high school students, catering to current trends. Most remarkably, there was even a 15-year-old

girl on the bar, her breasts not yet fully developed—undoubtedly

a hot commodity .
Of course, I know that nightclubs mainly make their money in the private rooms. Judging from the quality of the performances,

the private rooms shouldn't be bad either.
After each performance, several "high school students" were asked to leave. Many nightclubs now

prohibit prostitution within their premises, taking the girls outside instead; the performers generally don't go out. But this place

even offers 15-year-old lolis—the power behind it must be considerable.
Judging from the music and lighting, the next act was likely pole dancing. However, I wasn't really

interested in watching anymore. Just as I was losing patience and picking up my phone to make a call, I almost dropped my beer

.
The person lifted up by the stage lift was none other than my wife, wearing the same black office lady outfit as before,

now sporting a wide-brimmed hat. Behind her stood a

muscular male dancer, covered in olive oil and wearing only a pair of briefs.
My wife was a pole dancer?
A commotion erupted from the audience.
"Boss lady,"
"Is she the boss lady?"
"Is it true?"
"Yes. Security Captain Kang said so. This is the new boss lady."
Then came applause and whistles.
"Boss lady, I love you."
"Will you stay with me tonight?"
Someone even held up a sign that read "My O-->Very Big." Next to it was a red heart followed by

the words "Boss Lady."
I spat out my drink. When did this nightclub become hers? And she even had fans!

My heart was pounding. On one hand, my beloved wife was about to perform a pole dance in front of over a hundred people;

on the other hand seeing so many fans for her filled me with immense pride. It was a pity that the security guard had confiscated my DV camera.

Otherwise, I would definitely have recorded this scene.
While I was excited, I didn't forget to mentally analyze everyone present. As expected,

There were no acquaintances present, and coincidentally, all the guests today were men. To be on the safe side, I devised a set of

rules . It was quite complicated, mainly to prevent them from taking photos without my consent.
Powerful music energized the two performers on stage.
I watched, my eyes wide. I never imagined my wife could be so professional at pole dancing. The male dancer gently

embraced her waist from behind, slowly unbuttoning her shirt from the bottom up as her hips swayed.
When he reached below her chest, he suddenly pulled it open, revealing a rip in the front and her

soft abdomen. At this moment, her movements changed from swaying from side to side to

a wave-like motion starting from her chest. As she leaned forward, she deliberately slowed her movements. She used two fingers to slowly trace down

her abdomen , provocatively pulling down the hem of her short skirt, giving the audience a flirtatious wink, and then revealing

her navel and entire lower abdomen.
A round of applause erupted.
I greedily watched her movements, her stomach…
She maintained this pose, making S-shaped back-and-forth movements. Because her skirt was pulled down so low, you could even

see the upper edge of her pubic bone. The male dancer behind her had his entire front half pressed tightly against my wife's back, his erect

penis pressing hard against her buttocks as he performed a provocative dance.
The dancer noticed the atmosphere in the audience was heating up, and my wife was becoming increasingly engrossed. He slowly pulled her

hands up, then suddenly lifted the hem of her shirt, pulling the black shirt out from under her short skirt

, and then, like a snake shedding its skin, it flew off her head and towards the audience. Her top hat flew off

too, and her cascading black hair cascaded down.
A cheer erupted from the audience. My wife's two full breasts were supported by the lower half of her black lace bra.

The bra was very thin, so when the shirt was removed, her breasts bounced elastically up and down.

Looking at her breasts after removing her coat, they had indeed grown larger; they were probably now larger than a C cup.
My wife wrapped one arm around the dancer's neck behind her back, twisting her body, while her other hand grabbed the dancer

's hand and brought it to her lower abdomen. The male dancer seemed very professional, vigorously rubbing her abdomen while accidentally

knocking off her short skirt.
Her lower body was clad in sexy black stockings with suspenders. I'm not exactly a foot fetishist

, but the black suspenders were still very alluring to me. Her rounded thighs tapered slightly at the knees, revealing strong, arched calf muscles connecting

to very slender ankles.
Between her legs was a tiny thong.
Damn. It was such a tiny thong. I'd never worn anything this revealing before, not even during sex. The front of

the thong was just a small triangle, about a third the size of my palm, and it was semi-transparent, completely

exposing her pubic bone, its entire shape clearly visible. Under the light, even her meticulously trimmed pubic hair was clearly visible.

At the waist and back were two pitiful thin strings, the middle one embedded in her buttocks,

exposing her entire snow-white bottom—a true case of "pull back the butt to reveal underwear."
I gave a wry smile. What's the difference between wearing these thongs and not wearing anything at all?
The audience erupted in cheers. They were completely captivated.
At this moment, my wife's movements became even more energetic. Her face was flushed, and beads of sweat appeared on her nose. She

seemed a little shy. But I knew that, in reality, she

felt very excited to expose her body to so many people on stage.
"The boss's wife has such a great figure." "
It's not surprising that she has a good figure, but her temperament is amazing."
"I wonder if she'll show anything today. She only took her clothes off like that yesterday and the day before before leaving. It's making me so eager, I come here

every day to try my luck."
"I bet she won't. She's the boss's wife. She'll create a lively atmosphere, keep the customers occupied, and that's enough." "
I heard the boss's wife is amazing in bed. She can handle a dozen men by herself."
"That's nonsense. I've also heard that the boss's wife has seductive skills. Once you've tried it, it's like being addicted to heroin.

You can't forget her ."
"Seriously, if I could sleep with this woman, I'd be willing to give up ten years of my life." Hearing the increasingly outrageous conversations of the audience, my vanity was greatly satisfied. Men's thoughts
about open and beautiful women are curiosity, possession, and even a little fascination.

Of course, it's different for someone like Sister Furong…

…
Beautiful women always receive more leniency.
"Friends, today we're inviting a guest to the stage to dance with our beautiful female boss.

Who has the confidence to do so—?" The male DJ deliberately dragged out the announcement.
"Me!" A chorus of shouts erupted from the audience.
"Let me make this clear beforehand. If your penis isn't big enough, don't come up here and embarrass yourself." The DJ's taunts

only fueled the uproar. Several young men gave the DJ the middle finger.
Actually, there were other very beautiful actresses and hostesses in the nightclub, but amidst the worldly-wise,

obsequious girls and lolis, a cold and mature woman undoubtedly stood out. Moreover, she

was the boss's wife; I knew that women with higher status aroused men's desire to conquer. Just like many men prefer

playing with a madam to playing with a prostitute.
Seeing the excited atmosphere below, I didn't know how things would end today.
Finally, a tall, thin young man who looked like a small-time hoodlum threw a wad of banknotes onto the stage. With the help of

his underlings , I squeezed onto the stage.
The music started again, and the male dancers behind me leaned back, thrusting their lower bodies towards my wife's buttocks.

The young man in front of me had one of my wife's thighs hooked around his waist, and he began to move his lower body back and forth.

My wife cooperated with them, making movements as if she were being penetrated. Her white, full belly rose and fell, her navel

swaying wildly, very much in the style of belly dancers. Her thong was small and thin; when she lifted her legs,

her full mound of flesh between her thighs had nowhere to hide. The fluid secreted due to excitement made the poor fabric cling even tighter,

almost transparent. I guessed that people in the front row could definitely see the shape of her labia.
The scene on stage began to become obscene. Watching my wife expose her body in front of everyone, making

erotic gestures, my crotch was throbbing painfully.
The music started to become frantic. My wife was simultaneously performing sexual intercourse positions with two men, while using one

hand to rub her breast through her bra, and the other hand to rub back and forth between her legs, making a self-touching motion. Because of the bra...

The fabric itself was only one layer thick, and the constant friction combined with the pleasure of exposure made her nipples noticeably protrude

. Her nipples were already quite large, and they looked very prominent when erect. Her areolas were also

rather large ; I don't know if it was just my imagination, but they didn't seem this big before. Now, from this angle,

a bit of brownish areola was already showing through the edge of her bra, making her upper body quite obviously exposed.
What shocked me most wasn't any of that, but the circular shape I saw on her nipples.

This discovery almost made me lose my composure.
The lecherous men around me were staring at my wife's breasts, their breathing quickening.
"It looks like the boss lady has rings on her nipples?"
"Yeah, so hot."
"Her nipples look really big." "
Damn, I love girls with big nipples, they're more exciting to fuck." This guy had the same taste as me.
Looking at my wife on stage, I felt like I was in a different world. Was this still the same wife who, after marriage, was too lazy to pose during sex, and who,

except for her work clothes, mostly wore conservative clothes and didn't care about dressing up? Now she

even has nipple piercings. But undeniably, her current lewd appearance perfectly caters to my cuckold

fetish.
My wife seemed to realize she was exposed, and instead of trying to hide it, her

face . She even started deliberately lifting the bottom edge of her bra towards the audience, exposing the lower half of her breasts.

The entire bra now looked like a rope, with the nipple part in the middle, and the areolas on both sides clearly visible. Her

breasts were squeezed into a round shape, and the piercings were becoming more and more obvious. Even more outrageous, she grabbed the middle

part and made a gesture as if to lift it up.
"Friends, do you want to see our beautiful female boss's breasts? Raise your hands if you do!

———"
DJ's improvisation was perfect. Actually, he probably wanted to see them too.
A sea of white arms shot up from the audience, waving them vigorously. The atmosphere was almost out of control.
At this moment, my wife looked at me, looking at me with questioning eyes. Actually, I was torn.

We'd already gone way too far today. The thought of my wife exposing herself in front of so many people filled me with both

resentment and immense excitement.
My wife, seeing my hesitation, seemed to mock me. She decisively pulled down her bra, and two

large, grape-like nipples sprang out. One of them even had a shiny ring on it.

A deafening roar of cheers erupted from the crowd. Many men even started masturbating.
My heart skipped a beat—my beloved wife was finally fully exposed. At the same time, an intense pleasure surged

uncontrollably .
My wife's breasts weren't the pointed, perky type of a young girl's; their curves were more rounded. A woman

's breasts, if full enough, naturally sag slightly, and hers were no exception. Because her breasts were natural, without any

fillers, they swayed with her movements.
The dark brown nipples stood proudly erect, their alluring areolas

contrasting exuding the sensuality of a mature woman. A rather thick ring pierced her left nipple, giving off

a decadent and self-destructive vibe that was incredibly alluring. Upon closer inspection, I noticed two thin

threads due to engorgement, were about half the thickness of a little finger.
"Everyone, tell me, isn't the boss lady's breast beautiful—" DJ began inciting the crowd.
"Beautiful—"
"Aren't the boss lady's nipples big—" DJ intensified his jeers.
"So big—" everyone chimed in. "
Is the boss lady's nipple nursing a baby—" a guy in the back row shouted, eliciting laughter. 　　"There must be milk inside." 　　"Why don't you nurse me instead?" 　　My wife blushed to her neck, giving DJ a slightly annoyed glare. 　　The audience's jeers were mainly for the thrill of humiliating a beautiful woman; her nipples were just the right size, possessing a maternal allure, and men are powerless against women with a maternal presence. I knew many of them were masturbating while looking at my wife. 　　DJ, never one to mince words, shouted: "Does everyone want to see breastfeeding—" 　　"Yes!!!" The entire hall erupted in cheers. "Breastfeeding, breastfeeding…" 　　My wife was both angry and embarrassed, but with everyone chanting so enthusiastically, there was nothing she could do; she had brought this upon herself. Her face flushed red, and she could only lift one breast, lowering her head forcefully. Since she was probably a C- cup , she could lick her nipple. After licking for a while, she put the nipple in her mouth and sucked. 　　The tall, thin guy in front of her wasn't polite either, picking up the other nipple with a nipple ring and sucking on it, even fiddling with the ring in his mouth . This made my wife tremble all over. 　　Then the audience even told my wife to pretend to breastfeed a baby. My wife had no choice but to do so, which thrilled the scoundrel. He sucked desperately, as if he could actually suck out milk. 　　Whistles erupted from the audience. The cheers were deafening. It was utter chaos. 　　"Damn it, go on, go on. It's gotten this far," I muttered to myself. 　　At this point, the guy suckling in front of me didn't dare move his hands—the rule of striptease is to watch but not touch—but my wife, aroused by the suckling, couldn't resist any longer. She zipped up his pants, revealing a bulging penis that bounced a few times, its bright red glans fully exposed. Immediately, a slender, white hand grasped it and began to stroke it. 　　At the same time, she turned her head and whispered a few words to the male dancer. The male dancer's face showed an expression of finding a gold ingot and disbelief at his good fortune. 　　He immediately waved to the audience, signaling for a small sofa to be brought over. 　　Things took a sudden turn! 　　The male dancer sat on the sofa with his legs apart, took off his briefs, and began stroking my wife 's waist from behind. My wife turned around, her right hand still gripping and stroking the tall, thin man's penis. She grasped the male dancer's thick , erect penis with her left hand, licked it a few times with her tongue, and then swallowed the swollen, purple glans. She began performing oral sex on him in front of the entire audience. She licked with meticulous care, her saliva making the male dancer's penis glisten. It was far more professional than when she performed oral sex on me; her demeanor was that of a seasoned veteran. She even tossed her hair back, now...

Everywhere you looked, you could see the spectacular scene of her cherry-like mouth sucking on a huge penis.
At this moment, my wife was squatting with her back to the audience, her entire snow-white buttocks facing them, her

buttocks forming a mature W shape. The cleft between her buttocks was naturally parted, the thin string of her thong barely covering

anything, and the brown folds around her anus were clearly visible.
What a slut!
After giving the male dancer oral sex for a few minutes, my wife stood up, turned to face the audience, and gave me a deep

look. Then, before I could react, she used her hand to pull aside her thong from the front, revealing her

overflowing vulva.
My mind went blank.
She grasped the male dancer's large penis, adjusted her position, and lowered her buttocks. The purple glans slid in through

the edge , disappearing into my wife's labia. Because the male dancer's penis was very long, my wife moved up and down

several times before finally inserting the entire shaft all the way in, leaving only two large testicles sticking out like rubber balls. She tilted her head

back, as if letting out a sigh of relief, then closed her eyes and rubbed her breasts with both hands. The male dancer, supporting

her waist, began thrusting into her.
The audience was quiet for a moment, then erupted in a frenzy.
When I finally recovered from the shock, my heart was a jumble of emotions.

That was my private, intimate place, invaded by another man. In

front of , my beloved wife was being fucked like an AV actress in public. And she

hadn't been this aroused with me in a long time, yet she was having such a blast with a male dancer—it made me incredibly jealous.

Seeing the men in the audience with their bloodshot eyes, their expressions of wanting to devour my wife, I felt a strange

sense of pride .
After a while, my wife opened her eyes and saw the tall, thin man masturbating in front of her. A little embarrassed,

she gave him an apologetic look and said something to him. Then she stood up, her soaking wet

vulva dangling a glistening thread connecting to the male dancer's glans. She turned and leaned over him,

easily sliding his penis inside in one go. Finally, she arched her back and pulled aside the thin string of her thong,

revealing Now, she was completely exposed, her anus perfectly clean and even, without any

signs of hemorrhoids. Everyone watching drooled.
My wife gestured to the tall, thin man, indicating he should come from behind.
I was furious. Not only was she completely exposed, but she was also going to perform anal sex on the spot. Even AV actresses don't necessarily do

this . Before, she wouldn't even let me try anal sex with her, always saying it would hurt. This time, she actually

invited any random man to fuck her anus.
"That slut." Actually, I knew I was just angry for a moment and wouldn't really blame her.
The tall, thin man spat on his penis and then began to penetrate her anus. To my surprise

, the tall, thin guy inserted himself quite easily without any lubricant. My wife

seemed quite used to being anally penetrated. And judging from her trembling lips, she already knew how to

enjoy the feeling of being penetrated in two holes at the same time.
The entire stage started spinning at the perfect moment. The audience's voices were hoarse from shouting. The DJ switched to

heavy metal rock, and the bass began a frenzied, mechanical choreographed performance.
The audience below could clearly see from every angle the male dancer's penis being enveloped by my wife's vagina

, the tender flesh inside her labia turning in and out with the movement of the penis. They could even see the anal sphincter muscles protruding when her anus was being penetrated

. This was much better than the effect in porn. Almost everyone

was watching my wife masturbate.
My wife bit her lip under the thrusting of the two men, her body covered in sweat, and every time the stage turned to my direction, she

would deliberately give me a provocative look and actively sway her hips.
It was really adding fuel to the fire. Because only a few thin layers of smooth muscle separate the anus and vagina, my wife's pleasure was already incredibly intense
under the combined assault of two men . The added tension and excitement of being watched by onlookers only amplified her pleasure. It was clear she was in heaven. 　　Within minutes, she screamed and trembled violently. A gush of vaginal fluid shot out from between , gushing out in waves with each thrust, soaking the male dancer's stomach and the sofa. 　　The audience was stunned, then began to murmur amongst themselves. 　　"Amazing!" 　　"The boss's wife is truly a gem!" 　　"Even Japanese actresses can't squirt that much." 　　I felt a pang of guilt; in all these years with my wife, I'd never made her feel this good, and now she'd been brought to orgasm by someone else. 　　The two men weren't much better off; they seemed to be barely holding back. Their thrusts grew harder with each stroke, as if they wanted to shove their balls inside her. 　　Finally, my wife squirted again. Only then did they roar and ejaculate inside her. The stage and audience gradually quieted down. My wife, exhausted from the passion, lay limply on top of the male dancer, her vaginal fluids and anal fluids mingling with white semen flowing down her back. 　　I don't know when, but someone in the private room started clapping. Only then did I realize there were still many people in the rooms. There were probably at least three or four hundred people watching my wife's live performance. Slowly, enthusiastic applause filled the entire nightclub . 　　Taking advantage of this opportunity, I quickly scanned all the private rooms in the nightclub again. 　　Just when I thought the night was over, several burly men walked onto the stage. They whispered a few words to my wife. 　　My wife looked up at one of the private rooms, then at me, and nodded to them. Then she blew everyone a kiss and, amidst the applause, staggered backstage. 　　The nightclub's show continued. However, everyone's attention was completely captivated by my wife; they were all talking about her and had no interest in the show. After all, in China, such a public sex performance is a rare . 　　I waited for about ten minutes but didn't see my wife come out from backstage. Just as I was about to call her, I received a text message from her: "Wait a little longer, honey. When I call you, come find me in room A08 on the 19th floor."

After waiting another half hour, my suspicions grew. I decided to ignore it and go upstairs first.
When I got to the 19th floor, I saw a group of young thugs coming out of the corridor,

their faces flushed , excitedly talking. Their voices were loud; I could hear them from afar.
"This is awesome! I never thought I'd get lucky here and actually sleep with the boss's wife."
"We'll be so proud of ourselves now."
"Yeah, we even managed to get our hands on the boss's wife from a wealthy family's nightclub."
My head exploded. My wife had actually gone upstairs and slept with a bunch of thugs.
The following conversation completely shattered my confidence. I still lacked the imagination and underestimated the extent of their debauchery

.
"Stop arguing. You guys are only doing this because of Brother Hui. If Brother Hui hadn't spent a fortune tonight to book

the landlady for an hour, we brothers would still be standing here getting masturbated."
"Brother Hui's pretty ruthless. He booked an hour and let the four of us go in and have some fun. It's fucking ridiculous. I almost couldn't stand watching at

first ."
"Didn't the landlady just have a go at it with two male dancers down there? She seemed like she was dying."
"You're telling me, this woman is incredibly slutty. Is she on drugs? Just now, besides swallowing

Brother Hui's thing, the other four of us were fucking her ass and pussy. She kept squirting, but she didn't

die ."
"She took care of the four of us in half an hour. This woman is too strong."
"Hey, you don't know, just now, Monkey and I were both fucking her pussy at the same time. Monkey's dick

even , but it didn't kill me."
"You deserve it. Who told you to go into the same hole as Monkey?" The thugs laughed.
"Damn, it's one thing to go in with the monkey, but I didn't expect that before the monkey and I were even finished, Big Fool would fuck her through the ass

. His dick was filled with more beads than the monkey's. It was so tight, tsk tsk." A few thugs

lewdly laughed .
It turned out that my wife had just been taken advantage of by gangsters. Although I was somewhat prepared,

hearing the news with my own ears still made my heart feel like "a million ants crawling on it."
When I got to the door of the room, I smelled a sour smell of semen. And I found that the door was not closed.
My wife was lying alone on the bed in the bedroom, still wearing the outfit she had worn for the striptease earlier.

There were traces of semen on her mouth and neck. Her black bra was still on, but it had been pushed down below her breasts, and her two big breasts

were exposed, with her nipples still erect. The middle string of her thong had been torn, and her legs

were spread wide, revealing her messy vulva and anus. The sheets were also wet with the remaining semen and vaginal fluid, and were

basically soaked.
When she saw me, she smiled somewhat dazedly. "Honey... I was going to call you, but they..."
I asked her sourly, "A few people came in just now."
She seemed quite pleased to see my jealousy. She grinned mischievously, "Aren't you happy?"
I was taken aback, forced to admit she had indeed found my weakness. Every detail was

incredibly arousing. I was both angry and derived immense pleasure from it, making it impossible to get angry at her.
"You vixen," I shook my head with a wry smile, unsure whether to criticize her excess or praise her

lewdness.
She stood up, grabbed a 1.25-liter bottle of Coke from the refrigerator, and gulped it down. She seemed

very thirsty.
Then, looking at the messy, wet stains on the floor, I finally understood why she was thirsty.
"I was just playing around with them, they're not big clients." She closed the outer door and leaned

closer.
My breathing quickened. "Big clients? Tell me what you've been up to these past few days?"
She briefly recounted the events of the past few days, and I felt like I was in a rush, a little

distracted .
It turns out this nightclub was one of the businesses owned by an online friend of hers. I don't know what they talked about. My wife

went there to meet him. The first evening she called me, it was her first time in a nightclub,

and that night, she and he went wild all night.
For some reason, the next day, another very influential client booked her out.

The contract didn't end until 10 pm the night I arrived in City A. When I called her from the hotel, that

client was still with her.
As for what happened between her and that client over the past ten days, she deliberately kept it a secret, saying she'd tell me

later . The thought of my wife being kept by someone made me feel uneasy again.
"That client wants to film me. He said my pole dancing on stage was great, but the past

few days 'd only done a little bit. I didn't expect it to be like this today, but just thinking about you watching me from the audience

makes me incredibly excited..."
Hearing this, I actually felt comforted. She still cares about me the most.
"That's nothing. That big client also made me film a lot of perverted AVs, scenes you've

never even imagined." Hearing this, I sighed. Life's pleasures are nothing more than this. But

what happened later made me hate my poor imagination once again.
Just when I thought it was time to really get down to business, my wife suddenly gave me a suggestive smile.
"Don't rush. Another handsome guy is coming soon." I was taken aback. So she had also arranged to meet that online friend.
"Don't you want to see how I cheat?"
These words made my blood boil. Although I had already enjoyed watching my wife make love in public once, this

was my first time spying.
"Don't worry, you won't have waited in vain. He's been holding back for a long time, just like you. The performance will definitely be worth

the price of admission." She winked at me. Judging from her hint, it seemed like she was going to come up with some perverted tricks.
I suddenly wanted to tease her. I smirked and said, "Boss lady, after I finish with my client,

I'll book you for the next hour." Then I deliberately pulled a hundred-yuan bill out of my pocket and gave it to her.
She laughed heartily, put away the money, and gave me a seductive look.
There was a hidden room in the room, specifically for voyeurism. In front of it was a soundproof one-way glass pane used for interrogation,

which was also the large mirror behind the bed. Because the room had many floor-to-ceiling mirrors, this place was very well concealed.

It's pretty powerful. The sounds from the room came in through a microphone outside. To my side, there was a large screen, like

an LCD screen, on a table. Below the screen was something like a trackball.

There was also a similar screen in the bedroom
. The strangest thing was that after she pressed a button on the wall, the large screen in the dark room lit up, and

I placed my hand on the trackball. Sure enough, I could see every corner of the room through this screen. And the most

terrifying thing was that the clarity was outrageously high. I couldn't see any pixels on the screen at all. Just

from , the inside of this place must be beyond my imagination.
My wife rinsed off a little and changed into a black mesh bodysuit. This kind of openwork bodysuit is

almost transparent, and it basically doesn't cover anything. Moreover, this entire garment only covers from the feet to the ribs,

with only a few straps supporting the breasts on the left and right sides and the bottom, leaving the entire breast exposed. The nipples were still bound by

the two thin ropes from before. I know that some women like to tie rubber bands on their nipples when they masturbate, supposedly

to enhance sexual pleasure. I didn't expect my wife to like this too. The lower half was even more outrageous; the bodysuit had a large hole deliberately cut between

her legs , leaving her completely naked underneath. Wearing such a lewd outfit was clearly designed to kill. She

put her striptease jacket back on. Her wet hair was loosely tied up. She looked like an office lady who had

just had an affair.
A moment later, three people entered the room.
One was a tall man; the other two were very young, looking only twenty, with

fuzzy hair. But their expressions were cold and stern. Seeing them felt like an electric shock; my hair stood on end. Later I

realized it was murderous intent.
Their bulging muscles stretched their suits so much that they seemed ready to burst at any moment.
All three had short hair; the tall man looked somewhat mixed-race. A straight nose, Asian

eyes, a French chin, and a Slavic, sharply defined face, with stubble extending to

his sideburns. He exuded a lion-like masculinity.
This guy looked so familiar, and then it dawned on me—he looked a lot like

Snake from Metal Gear Solid, except he was wearing a headband.
His eyes were emotionless, even carrying a hint of annoyance. But when he saw my wife , that look in his eyes was so familiar. —It was an irrepressible restlessness

stirring the deepest, most hidden part of my soul . 　　Just like my own eyes sometimes. 　　The other two were probably his bodyguards. They were both wearing sunglasses indoors, with no intention of taking them off. They were waiting in the living room. 　　Snake went into the bedroom and started undressing as if he were at home. When half-reclined on the bed, leaning against the headboard, watching my wife. His movements were steady, frighteningly concise, as if he wasn't wasting a single ounce of energy. 　　Looking at his body, I felt a little ashamed—the obvious V-shaped torso on his shoulders and the clearly defined eight- pack abs. To exaggerate a bit, his thighs were thicker than my waist. The bodybuilder my wife and I were having earlier was pretty good, but compared to him, he was a complete amateur. 　　"I heard your pole dancing performance tonight was quite good, too bad I was too late to see it." 　　This man's voice was also very magnetic, no wonder he captivated my wife. But I felt his tone was similar to mine, a bit sour. 　　"It was just a spur-of-the-moment thing." 　　"What about you and Zhang Hui's gang? Never mind, you're the boss now, do whatever you want." The man waved his hand. 　　My wife didn't need anyone to tell her to climb on top of this man. She hungrily licked his body, as if her performance at the dance hall and being taken by several men were just appetizers. This man was the main course. "Don't be angry, I'll take good care of you later." 　　Thinking of her conservative married life with me, I sighed again, comparisons are odious. 　　My wife's fragrant tongue licked his penis through his underwear for a while, then licked from his buttocks all the way up to his chest . Then she sat on his waist, gazing intently at the tough guy. It was like she'd found a treasure. This time, I was genuinely a little jealous, because I could tell my wife treated him differently than other men; she seemed quite infatuated with him. 　　"Baby. Today I'll play the teacher, and you play the student, okay?" my wife said. 　　Damn, what kind of world is this? My wife actually plays role-playing for someone else. 　　"Perfect! So what are you going to teach?" 　　"Today, I'll teach you about women's bodies. Students, feel free ." 　　"No problem." The man deliberately called out to the living room, "You two come in too, the teacher's about to give a lesson." 　　The two bodyguards hesitated for a moment, but still went into the bedroom. Not knowing where to sit, the man patted the headboard, and they had to sit on the edge of the bed. My wife, straddling the man's waist, lectured them. She showed no sign of backing down; being stared at by strangers only excited her more. Her nipples hardened against her shirt, rising and falling with her breath. What a slut. 　　"These two are the ones I picked from my best buddies in the army this afternoon. I happen to need some men right now Just call them Number 1 and Number 2." 　　The man finished speaking with a sly smile, saying to the two young men, "You two greenhorns have never been with a woman before, have you? You should learn, otherwise you'll be laughed at later. I can't afford to lose face like that." Then he said to my wife, "Don't you like sleeping with men? A couple more or less won't make a difference." He was clearly still a little annoyed. 　　"These two kids, my two breasts can each nurse perfectly," my wife said nonchalantly. "Now, students, you can ask questions." 　　Snake deliberately pointed to my wife's ample breasts and asked, "Teacher, why are your breasts different ?" 　　My wife wasn't intimidated at all. She boldly lifted her breasts through her shirt, "These are breasts..." Before she could finish, one of the young men mustered his courage and mumbled, "We all know that, but we 've never seen them before..." 　　"Do you want to see a woman's breasts?"

The naive young man chuckled sheepishly. Wasn't that obvious?
She calmly unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt, which ripped open from the front, revealing her snow-white breasts and

deep cleavage. The two young men were stunned; their sunglasses were too heavy to wear, and they quickly took them off,

practically burying their heads in their wives' collars to get a better look.
Seeing their expressions, his wife chuckled. Then, suddenly, she ripped open the top of her shirt, the remaining buttons

flying off, her two full breasts joyfully exposed to the air.
Under the bright lights, her breasts were clearly visible. I only now realized that my wife's breasts had indeed grown

considerably, and due to the light, the veins on their surface were quite prominent. Extremely alluring. Her nipples were large

and erect, much larger than before. What surprised me even more was that they looked a little damp;

I wondered if she hadn't dried herself properly after her bath.
The two young men swallowed hard. Snake's eyes lit up, his penis, encased in his underwear,

bulging menacingly and pointing angrily at the ceiling.
His wife cupped her breasts in her hands and leaned closer to the young man. "Look closely, these are

a woman 's breasts, very soft. The hard, grape-like part in the middle is the nipple, and the brownish ring around it is the areola."

She played with the ring on her nipple, letting out a soft, pleasurable moan. "Not all girls' nipples are this big

, yours are a bit bigger. This is also a girl's erogenous zone; it feels

very good to touch."
She then made a gesture, untying the thin strings binding her nipples. "And, breasts

have another very important function."
As soon as the strings were untied, the nipples seemed to fill with something, swelling along with the areola. She

seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, "I was so swollen just now, I almost…"
Then the air seemed to freeze! Because several thin, milky-white lines gushed from her nipples.

Everyone was stunned!!
It was breast milk!!
My wife was actually squirting milk!! What on earth was going on?
No wonder her breasts were getting bigger and bigger, and even her nipples and areolas had grown considerably. This was a phenomenon that

only !!
"See that? That's breast milk. Women use breast milk to feed their babies after giving birth."
"You..." Snake's mouth gaped open, wanting to say something but unable to. Then he angrily

asked, "Was it that old bastard Chen Tao who did it? Didn't he say he was shooting an advertisement?!"
"Yeah. Who told him he couldn't get pregnant? After shooting the advertisement, he said he always wanted to have a child,

but the doctor diagnosed that his sperm motility was insufficient and he couldn't penetrate the egg..."
"So he asked you to have his child?" Snake's expression looked like he wanted to devour someone.
I was about to kill Snake directly. But seeing his expression, I realized

he wasn't the one who did it.
"Actually, it's not really. The egg was donated by someone else. I just lent my belly to..."
"Bullshit! His grandson is older than me, and he still just wants to sleep with a pregnant woman!!" Snake

gritted his teeth. Then he immediately calmed down. "After this is over, I'll definitely teach that bastard a lesson

."
"I felt sorry for him..." my wife said aggrievedly.
I almost fainted from anger. I never expected my wife to have a bastard child for someone else behind my back, and it was even an impotent

old man. Actually, I didn't believe my wife really believed Chen Tao's lies. She must have done it willingly

, needless to say, it was also for me. I felt the same way I did

when . On one hand, I was furious, and on the other hand, the fact that my wife had been humiliated gave me a strange excitement that made my penis as hard

as a rock.
As for how she could get pregnant in such a short time, I wasn't surprised at all. She could control her

body freely; she could have given birth to a litter and then immediately return to her original figure. But how Snake

knew his wife's body was extraordinary puzzled me.
"Don't think about unhappy things anymore, we can talk about Old Chen later, okay? Come on, baby. Do you want

some milk ?" Without further ado, my wife presented her engorged breasts to Snake, her plump nipples

shoved into his mouth.
The room must have been filled with the scent of milk at that moment. Watching another man suckle my wife's breast made me extremely

unbalanced .
My wife held his head tightly, squeezing her milk with one hand, her body writhing and panting.
Snake, with his stubble-covered mouth, took my wife's nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. He made

smacking sounds from time to time. Occasionally, he would poke her nipple with the stubble of his chin, milk dripping from the corner of his mouth. After
a while, my emotions gradually calmed down. A woman's breasts and milk evoke a strong maternal feeling, making one

feel as if they were in their mother's arms.
"Here you two kids, one on each side. Didn't I just say that?" The wife, watching Snake

contentedly wiping the milk from her lips, beckoned to the two young men.
The two young men, oblivious to her own pleasure, were sucking her repeatedly, seemingly unable to bear it. Sitting

on Snake, she lifted her skirt; since she wasn't wearing anything underneath, she was essentially riding on his

waist naked.
"...Um...down there..."
Then she turned around, presenting her large buttocks to everyone, kneeling and spreading her legs...her entire voluptuous

vulva was clearly visible under the light.
"...Let you see...a woman's...there..."
She then used her fingers to separate her labia; her thick labia were already swollen with excitement

, dripping with vaginal fluid. Her pink vulva involuntarily contracted.
Before she could finish speaking, one of the young men, unable to sit still any longer, unzipped his pants, pulled out his

penis
However, whether due to lack of experience or excessive nervousness, he couldn't penetrate after several attempts. Finally

, my wife grabbed his penis and guided it in.
She let out a satisfied moan.
Watching my wife with a virgin was quite a unique experience.
The young man, clearly inexperienced, recklessly thrust forward. His movements were forceful and brutal,

filling the sounds of flesh colliding and the wetness of penis against vagina.
Excited and having been pent up for so long, coupled with his almost non-stop activity, he

only lasted about five minutes before giving up. His wife chuckled lasciviously. "Not bad, young man, five

minutes Those idiots under Brother Hui were too excited; most only lasted three."
"I can last half an hour!" another young man eagerly declared.
"I don't believe you," his wife said, now more worldly-wise. Men always talk a big game.

Unless they've been drinking or taking drugs, they generally can't last long after being pent up for too long.
"How about a little wager?" Snake said casually, lighting a cigarette.
"No need for half an hour. If he can last 15 minutes, I'll give you an unexpected reward

... But if he can't... Hmph. Then you can't even touch me."
"Okay." Snake smiled slyly, then took out a box of condoms and tossed it to contestant number 2.

"Put them on, seven or eight layers. Warriors wear helmets."
"No need, boss. Watch my skills."
It turns out this kid is no ordinary guy. I think he must have undergone some kind of special training in concentration.
My wife was being fucked from behind for 13 minutes straight, moaning and groaning, while he just stared at the ceiling.
"...No...no...I can't take it anymore...ah...ah, faster...um..."
I clearly heard the sound of water shooting out. My wife had indeed climaxed again, and the clear liquid

sprayed onto the guy's thighs like it was being shot from a water gun.
"...Ah...that's amazing...how...how could this happen?" My wife screamed.
"You know how amazing it is now. This is called self-hypnosis." Snake said smugly. This sentence suddenly gave me an

idea , like a wake-up call. If I modified my body, wouldn't that be possible...? But

looking down at my little brother, I didn't want to do that for now. Anyway, there will be plenty of opportunities later. My wife gave

me so many surprises today. Wouldn't it be too embarrassing if I didn't surprise her in the future?
A vagina made of steel, a penis made of mud. No matter how fierce a man is, he will eventually fail. Number 2

finally ejaculated after 25 minutes.
My wife leaned to one side, panting, her cheeks flushed.
"So—what's the reward?" Snake rubbed his hands together, looking very expectant.
Now, I suddenly remembered the hint my wife had given me before we entered.
"Do you remember how we met? At the club." My wife suddenly said something irrelevant.
I was shocked!
Snake's face actually showed an expression of excitement. I thought his facial muscles were made of stone.

"You mean...snuff?" "Belle," his voice trembled with excitement.
Then, my wife used her usual trick, whispering in his ear—

something she always liked to say when she wanted to tease a man. "...I'll give you a surprise today..."
My face probably turned even redder than a snake. I was breathing heavily, my heart pounding.

My intuition told me something was going to happen today. I suddenly realized something: every group of

people who share the same interests eventually forms a circle. This circle, with its particular interest in women's bellies, is called a "

club ." If my wife met him at the club... then I probably know him too, because I

'm a member of the club.
Meeting a fellow enthusiast here. It seems my wife is in "bad shape."
Then she opened the bedside drawer and took out a utility knife. Intentionally, she slowly cut open the bodysuit from above the pubic

bone all the way down to below the chest. Her white belly

peeked out seductively from the bodysuit, a gesture that couldn't help but arouse lust.
My heart started pounding uncontrollably.
Perhaps because she had just given birth, her belly had a little extra fat. But she had

recovered remarkably well; not a single stretch mark appeared. And because of the extra fat, her once oval

belly button was even more pronounced, incredibly alluring.
Her smooth upper abdomen, full and plump belly, and the faint, clear veins near her groin

were absolutely enough to make any of us in the club drool.
My wife looked at Snake and gently stroked her belly with her palm. "Is my belly pretty?"

she asked, tracing the midline of her abdomen towards her belly button.
"Beautiful, so beautiful," Snake said, a little nervously.
My wife said in a soft voice, "It's even prettier inside. Want to see?"
Looking at the slightly trembling, white belly under her touch, Snake's eyes changed, and my blood pressure

spiked.
"Hehe. Just kidding. Dream on!" My wife, like a cooked duck, flapped her wings and flew away.

Two hunters were left speechless.
"To celebrate our two-week meeting, I'll have a few drinks with you tonight, we'll drink until we drop,

okay ..." She put down her craft knife.
Then my wife told Number 1 to drag two cases of beer out of the storage cabinet under the bed. She opened a bottle and handed it to Snake

.
I immediately fainted.
Was the so-called special surprise just drinking? Looks like I was overthinking it.
Snake's expression was a mix of laughter and tears, and he had no choice but to take the beer and drink it.
"How about we have a drinking contest..."
"You want to compete with me?" Snake thought he had misheard. "I'm not a great drinker, but I

can still chug two bottles in a row. How much water can you expect through that thin neck of yours? Be careful not to choke!"
Neither of us realized that my wife was the mastermind behind the game; her manipulation of the audience's psychology

was unparalleled. She brought a medical IV stand from the bathroom, but this time the upper part of the IV bag was

open, and the tubing at the bottom was also very thick.
"Don't worry. I won't choke..." My wife's voice suddenly became sweet and seductive, like a siren's.
Then she knelt on the bed, as if afraid we couldn't see clearly, and slowly inserted the transparent tube into her

anus.
Watching the brown chrysanthemum swallow the tubing, I was practically trembling with excitement. Snake

forgot to swallow the beer in his mouth, and it spilled down his chin.
My wife pointed to her fair belly: "As long as it fits, it's fine... I didn't say it had to be drunk

with your mouth !" Good heavens, she was going to drink beer with her anus, and in front of another man!
My wife sat in front of Snake's penis, pulled down his underwear from above, and pressed her wet vulva

against the weapon. With the tubing inserted in her anus, she opened another bottle of beer and

poured it down the drip.
Snake stared wide-eyed, completely motionless, watching her actions. Everyone seemed to be frozen in place

, unable to move except to breathe or look. This had nothing to do with drinking anymore.
The pale yellow liquid accumulated foam in the drip, and then the level rose. It started

flowing down from the transparent tube, the air in front of the tubing resisting and preventing the liquid from falling.
My wife sped up the pouring. The yellow liquid continued to move downwards, but it was still quite slow. She adjusted the tube at her anus with her

hand , as if the opening was blocked by the rectal wall. The air at the tip finally gave way and

quickly retreated into her buttocks. The liquid pressed its advantage and plunged into her anus.
"Oh..." Feeling the alcohol caressing her rectum, my wife comfortably wiggled her buttocks.

She poured the entire bottle of beer down.
The liquid in the IV drip rose, then suddenly dropped, swirling as it was sucked into the tube. The entire bottle of

beer flowed down the tube with a hissing sound, leaving only a layer of foam clinging to the bottle wall.
A bottle of beer had been "drunk" into her stomach just like that, and her lower abdomen swelled slightly.

A gurgling sound came from her stomach, as if her internal organs were adjusting their positions.
When she opened the second bottle, my wife's face began to turn red. The alcohol was absorbed very

quickly in her intestines, almost instantly.
Like chugging a bottle for herself, my wife tilted her hand back and poured the second bottle of liquor into the IV drip.

This time, the liquid flowed smoothly into her large intestine. I calculated in my mind. This was a standard bottle B.

One bottle is 600 ml, two bottles are 1.2 liters.
"Hmm," my wife's breathing became rapid, her belly was visibly swollen, and her face began

to show signs of intoxication.
"My stomach feels so hot... a little numb..."
"...One more...one more bottle." Patting her belly, she reached for bottle number 1. As the

third bottle began to pour, her eyes glazed over, an expression of both discomfort and pleasure.
The flush of intoxication on my wife's face was very obvious. Her eyes began to become hazy, and only I knew that

my wife's libido usually became stronger after drinking, and her emotions would also be very high.
I could clearly see that her labia majora and minora had automatically opened due to excitement, and secretions were smeared on

Snake's penis, a very lewd scene.
She parted her vulva and, right in front of me, slowly inserted Snake's thick penis inch by inch into

her vagina. She even glanced in my direction, her eyes provocative and full of desire.
My wife swayed her body against this man while pouring alcohol down her throat.
"…Again…ah…ah…mmm…"
By the fourth bottle, not only was her lower belly noticeably protruding, but the area above her navel was also

starting to swell. But she seemed to feel no pain whatsoever, only a frenzied gaze and pleasurable moans. She

grabbed Snake's large hand and placed it on her lower abdomen.
"…You…don't you like…my belly…?"
I can imagine how much pleasure Snake was experiencing. A beautiful woman was having sex with him while giving him an enema,

and even using her hand to experience it…I was so jealous of him.
My wife continued pouring alcohol with one hand, while the other caressed her breasts. She squeezed out milk, occasionally

grabbing the rings on her nipples and pulling hard, stretching her breasts into a cone shape, her nipples looking like they were about to

break off . Milk sprayed out from the nipple pores around the rings in all directions.
"...You know...when I was pregnant, my belly was even bigger than this..."
Hearing this, my penis couldn't take it anymore. My wife is really too strong.
She was fiddling with her deep belly button with her fingers, and had Snake press on her lower abdomen.
"Ah...my belly is getting hard..."
The alcohol had already made her somewhat delirious. She was trying hard to move her hips,

making love wildly with Snake while continuously pouring beer into her stomach. The alcohol had a numbing effect on the pain, and

the feeling of her belly swelling made her even more excited. The vaginal fluid seemed to flow endlessly.
By the eighth bottle, she seemed to think that wasn't enough, so she held two bottles of beer in both hands and poured them into

the IV drip . "Let me show you... what I look like when I'm pregnant..."
She bit her lower lip, her brow furrowed, and a sound that was hard to tell was either pain or pleasure. Feeling

the intense stimulation inside her stomach, she poured the beer down her throat without hesitation. The IV stand was already

quite high; she had to straighten her arms to pour the beer. The drop from the IV to her anus was over a meter, and I could

almost see her intestines pushing and shoving, swelling in all directions, eventually reaching her diaphragm.

It bulged her stomach into an oval shape, from her pubic bone to below her sternum, as if a large balloon was stuffed inside, resembling

a pregnant woman about to give birth. Clearly, the bloated intestines were much more painful than a naturally developing uterus.
"Ah... my stomach is so bloated..."
Due to the stretching of the skin on her abdomen, the purple subcutaneous veins were clearly visible. Her navel also

appeared lighter because of the thinning fat, and the folds inside could be faintly seen.
Finally, the beer all flowed down slowly but resolutely. After the 10th bottle of beer was finished, my wife

trembled with excitement. "It's...it's all in...it's all gone in..." Then, due to the intense stimulation in her stomach,

she reached an orgasm.
About 6 kilograms of beer. It was all poured into her intestines in just 10 minutes.
After throwing away the bottle, my wife took a labored breath, her breathing becoming more difficult than before,

and let out a burp, as if she were full. The alcohol must have been forced from her intestines into her stomach.
"...Doesn't my stomach sound like I'm about to give birth? Can you hear it?...There's a sound inside...

"
She held her waist and patted her belly, making a thumping sound.
...Judging from her expression, she was completely drunk.
As if to show off, she swayed her belly from side to side,

the carbon dioxide splashing around in her intestines, making a gurgling, defiant sound. There was also the clanging sound of liquid sloshing around

...
Snake was completely speechless. His lips were cracked from excitement, his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and

his throat must be parched, like he'd swallowed a handful of sand. —Symptoms exactly the same as mine.
"You, you're drunk," Snake managed to say. His voice was completely different.
"Yes...ah...I drank a lot of alcohol..." She patted her belly again.
"...Next...the teacher will teach you...how to give birth..."
My wife picked up the utility knife on the bed, pushed the blade out, and placed it on her navel.
"...You guys wanted to see...what's inside my belly?...Now...I'll give it to you..."
Without any warning or preparation, my wife forcefully slashed down

her .
My breath caught in my throat, my mind went completely blank. This was a bombshell! My wife was committing

seppuku in front of others—my last line of defense had been shattered by the sight before me.

A scenario I'd fantasized about countless times, the ultimate goal of some ideal, had been slammed down on me, leaving me utterly stunned.
A white line instantly appeared on my wife's belly, splitting the faint brown linea nigra in two.

Strips of red liquid, like magic, seeped out. The section below her belly button

was cut deeper, revealing yellow granules—her abdominal fat.
"...Ah...ha...ha..." she gasped, looking at her stomach.
"Why can't I cut it open?" She grabbed Snake's large hand and placed it on her own hand holding the knife.
"Give me some more strength," his wife said.
Snake's eyes were red. His cool image from before was completely ruined, because now his hands

were trembling.
Blood kept gushing out from under the skin and between the fat cells. The blade had cut down again in the same spot,

from the navel to the pubic bone. The white subcutaneous tissue seemed to contract stickily like maltose, and

the fat underneath opened up and bounced merrily.
"...Mmm...Oh..." His wife bit her lip, looking down at her wound, her vagina gushing with

lustful fluid. "...My...my stomach is so bloated...Quick, quick, cut deeper...let my intestines out

to breathe...Ah..."
His wife's face was flushed red, the alcohol fueling her desire. She was cutting her stomach with all her might while

using her vagina to manipulate her lover's penis.
I could see her stomach slowly opening up, bit by bit, layer by layer. After the knife cut, the abdominal

walls on her swollen belly blossomed boldly like ripe pomegranates, revealing their fresh contents.

The wound grew larger and larger, the bleeding not very heavy, but it was slowly starting to obstruct my vision. Eventually, all I could

see was a large, yellow and red gash on her stomach, running from her navel to her genitals. Throughout this process, Snake

's hands faithfully recorded all the precious tactile sensations—it was fucking awful.
To my surprise, my wife actually glanced at me at that moment. Her gaze seemed to pierce through glass,

seeing right through my thoughts. She picked up a bottle of beer and poured it over her stomach.
The beer stimulated the wound on her stomach and washed away the blood. "...I...just forgot to disinfect

...it," she said, then grabbed a towel and began wiping the wound.
Her snow-white, plump belly trembled, and I could clearly see the beautiful,

thick, beige-yellow fat inside her wound, and the white fascia at the base of the wound. "Let you see clearly...my

belly...is very thick..."
she said, letting Snake's fingers reach into her wound to touch the fatty tissue inside. How I wished that hand

were mine.
The white fascia in the center of her lower abdomen was finally cut open, and the bright yellow, plump preperitoneal fat layer

flowed out like corn broth. This time, the force was immense; I could clearly hear a "whoosh" as the blade flew out in

an arc, slipping from my hand. At that moment, the tubular object encased in the torn peritoneum struggled desperately, writhing and straining,
trying to be squeezed out of the abdominal cavity under pressure . 　　"Ah...ugh...it feels like the membrane inside has been torn..." From beneath the ruptured red membrane, accompanied by the oily omentum, my wife's soft, shiny intestines finally flowed out. These mysterious and alluring digestive organs, which had accompanied her for 27 years and which she herself had never seen, faithfully performed their duties, grinding food and absorbing nutrients. The wet, eager intestines protruded from the gaping wound in her abdomen, winding into an upright S-shape. 　　For a moment, I could hear nothing but a buzzing in my ears. Everything seemed to slow down, gradually freezing in time. 　　A glamorous woman, her belly filled with beer, straddled a man's penis, her lower abdomen ripped open, her intestines exposed to the air. She not only exposed every private part of her body to her lover, making love with others, but even her internal organs were clearly visible. This woman was my wife. Ah, the world is so beautiful… 　　“Ugh… Ugh… My intestines are coming out… They’re coming out…” My wife’s voice was choked with sobs from extreme excitement and pleasure. Her vagina contracted violently, convulsing and gushing out vaginal fluid. Milk trickled down her swollen, excited nipples, forming thin white streams that occasionally spurted from the nipples, smearing Snake’s face with milk. 　　“Holy shit!” I muttered to myself in the dark room. Unconsciously.i=70> My wife is in a whirlwind of pleasure, completely oblivious to her large belly and protruding intestines. I spread her legs, pulled Snake up, and changed positions to have sex with her.

Thanks to the professional lighting, the intestines were clearly visible in detail. The pinkish intestines that flowed out were as

thick as water pipes, round and bulging, filled with beer, pulsating slightly, the liquid and gas inside

playing mischievously, making constant gurgling sounds. Interspersed among them was a large omentum, like an egg yolk, pulled by

the mesentery , then gathered into a small heap. It was trembling, it was shaking.
Snake seemed to have just experienced a huge upheaval, covered in sweat, his muscles looking as if

they were coated with oil. He was having sex with my wife like an ancient strongman, tragically.
So forceful, so beautiful, strong and lethal. My wife's upper body was being pulled by him, her body leaning

slightly forward, her legs hanging limply to her sides, being pounded by the ferocious lion, seemingly helplessly enjoying wave after

wave of orgasm, while her hands were scratching Snake's back until it bled.
Snake, while working, gazed at his wife's intestines with a reverent expression.
"...Ah...oh...my large intestine..."
From the right side of the incision at her navel, a thick, bluish intestine covered in fatty granules gradually emerged

. It was as thick as my wrist.
"...That's the appendix. You haven't had your appendix removed yet." Snake regained some of his senses.
His wife pressed her intestines down, gently squeezing them. Then she gagged, followed by

a burp.
"...So soft and warm...feel it."
Snake shakily placed his hand against her belly. As he lifted the tubular structure,

his movements became even more intense. The thrusting of his penis into her vagina was like a cannonball, sending his petite wife

sprawling disoriented.
But he wasn't a lion; physiology dictates that humans cannot endure intercourse as long as lions.

Moreover, playing with my wife's intestines had already stimulated his weakness. Snuff's excitement and sexual arousal

were synchronized, fueling the stimulation of the claustrum in his brain.
Finally, he ejaculated. He groaned through his nose, thrusting his penis in with all his might, his gluteal muscles

trembling, a thick, copious amount of semen filling my wife's uterus… Seeing this, I felt as if I had used up

all my strength, my legs a little weak.
Then the two of them stopped. They began to pant. My wife kissed his cheek, then held his head in

her arms . Her other hand grasped her breast. She seemed unsatisfied…
"Let your husband come out, I've already taken too much advantage," Snuff

said, somewhat embarrassed.
He really knew someone was in the secret room. This didn't shock me, after all, this was his territory.

But I didn't expect him to break the silence. It was still quite awkward when he came out, after all, spying on your wife having sex with someone else isn't exactly a respectable thing
from a worldly perspective . 　　"Hi, good evening." I extended my hand to Snake, it was a professional habit, I couldn't help it. "My name in the club is Xiao Wan, and you are...?" 　　"I'm Cangying, just now... I didn't expect it either." He wiped his hand on the sheet, then shook mine, his hand trembling slightly, covered in milk and blood. Number 1 and Number 2 next to him, on the other hand, had regained their cold expression, as if nothing had happened. Cangying waved his hand, telling them to leave. 　　"It's okay, as long as everyone has fun. I knew it was you, you're the only one in City A in the club." I thought, since things have come to this, there's nothing to hold back. 　　"Your wife has already told me, you can completely trust me, and I need your help with some things ... I'll tell you in detail tomorrow, now give your wife back to you." He paused, a hint of . 　　"Your wife is too fierce, I'm so fucking envious of you." 　　I looked at his penis, which had just ejaculated and was already hard again in two minutes. "Do you want to continue?" This physique is really something, such a short refractory period. 　　"Uh...this..." Eagle awkwardly picked his nose. 　　Before he could answer, his wife pulled him into her arms, coquettishly saying, "...Yeah, your wife is so sexy and knows how to have fun...a lot of men like her..." The alcohol in her intestines would keep her drunk for a while, during which time she would be a complete slut... 　　She picked up the thin rope she had used to bind her nipples from the bed, looked into my eyes, and tied her exposed intestines up in circles, making it look like a red and white ice cream cone squeezed onto a large belly, the blood gradually congealing, and the capillaries soon beginning to close. I shook my head...this woman was really to my liking... 　　"How's the stuff in my belly...?" she asked me, sitting on the dressing table, spreading her legs apart like a pregnant woman about to give birth. Then she used her fingers to pry open her already distorted labia majora and minora, and the white semen of other men flowed from her vaginal opening into her anus. 　　"Beer-braised intestines." Before she could finish speaking... My penis was pulled out by her. Without any foreplay, she grasped it and slowly pushed it into her vagina. 　　"Ah...husband..." she trembled with excitement, "...you've finally come..." 　　My penis was enveloped, the inside incredibly slippery. The thought of how many men had invaded this place, leaving , made my temples throb with excitement. 　　Ten days of abstinence, from last night until this morning, had been constantly teased by my wife, witnessing all sorts of bizarre and incredibly stimulating scenes. It was like a beggar who hadn't eaten for days suddenly becoming a millionaire, drooling over a table full of delicacies, controlling his eating. This kind of temptation could drive a person mad. 　　At this moment, I finally got my reward. 　　Her vagina, having been used before, was a little loose now, but I loved it. I closed my eyes, enjoying the wonderful feeling of my penis passing through my wife's vagina, lubricated by other men's semen. Heaven was nothing more than this. 　　I moved again and again, each time pushing the head of my penis against the opening of her cervix, which was pressed down by her abdominal organs. 　　"...Ah...ah...husband..." she moaned, responding to my thrusts with her breast milk. 　　I looked at her large, milky nipples, then at her intestines...a strange warm current rose up from my back, filling my chest; it was extreme satisfaction and happiness.

"Hmm... Ah... Touch me..."
I enjoyed the smooth, sticky feeling on my fingers—it was her small intestine.

I pinched her nipples with nipple rings with two fingers, my hands both soft...
"Who put those rings on you?" "
...When I was pregnant... I put them on myself."
"You slut..." The thought of my
wife having her nipples pierced while heavily pregnant suddenly aroused me. I felt like I was losing control, this was bad.

I quickly stopped. Damn, it's only been a few minutes. Looks like I've been holding back for too long, and it's too stimulating.
"Hehe... Why did you stop... couldn't hold back anymore..." My wife mocked me, "It's okay...

take it slow..." as if comforting me.
I felt a little resentful; if I hadn't stubbornly refused to cheat, I would have fucked her to heaven.
"If that doesn't work... you two can come at me together..." she giggled, kissed me on the cheek,

and beckoned to the eagle.
This is too much! Eagle and I nodded, feeling a strange sense of shared hatred...
My wife let Eagle penetrate her anus from behind... As his large penis rubbed against her pressured rectum,

my wife moaned with a mixture of discomfort and pleasure. A series of loud gurgling sounds came from her stomach.
I felt her vagina tighten noticeably; through the inner membrane, I could feel Eagle's thick member.

This was my first time playing a threesome, and it felt incredibly exciting.
"You'll feel good later," I grinned maliciously.
Listening to the increasingly loud rumbling in my wife's intestines, I felt she might not be able to hold back any longer.
"Don't spill the wine!" Eagle commanded her, and my wife had no choice but to miserably begin to contract her sphincter muscles,

letting out
"...Ah...ah, my intestines are going to rot...my anus...it's so hot..."
The main force's arrival immediately changed everything. Having already ejaculated once, Eagle became even more ferocious,

thrusting , making the water in my wife's stomach gurgle and splatter loudly.
I was egging her on from the front, deliberately saying, "Why is your pussy so loose...? Have you been fucked too much

...?"
Then I grabbed her large intestine, rubbing my fingers against the sores on her stomach, making her convulse uncontrollably. She

was desperately trying to hold back the alcohol from leaking out.
My wife blushed and said intermittently, "...Um...yes...I'm often...fucked...so...it's become

loose..."
"You're such a slut, even more cheap than a whore." Eagle grabbed her large breasts desperately, as if he wanted to crush them. He

also pinched her nipples hard with his fingers, rubbing and deforming them between his fingers. Milk

was all over his hands.
"How many men have you been with?"
"Ah...no...I don't know...ah...ah, I can't take it anymore..."
My wife shook her head desperately, enduring the intense stimulation from her anus, desperately clenching her anal

muscles . I could feel her vagina starting to twitch from the front.
"How about I officially arrange for you to work as a prostitute in a few days? You're so slutty, you might as well just go and take clients."

Eagle said.
"Yeah, you pick up several a day. Your slutty pussy is satisfied, isn't it?" I continued.
"Mmm...good...good...I like it...being fucked every day..." Hearing this, my

wife became even more excited.
We took turns saying things, very excited. Reason, civilized rules, etiquette and morality were all thrown

to the winds .
"Let's just start tomorrow. Look at how slutty you are. You can pick up quite a few every night." Eagle

panted heavily , putting in his effort.
"Ah..." "Good..." "Good...husband...from now on I'll be...a public...bus...

pay ...I can...go...go...ah..."
"Yeah, the price can't be too high, preferably the cheapest and cheapest kind." Eagle was busy pressing the code.
"Husband, so... in this way, my... pussy... has really become... your favorite... little slut

... right?" (A tribute to the Goose Feather Couple.)
I was carefully savoring the fat granules on the cut surface of her belly with my fingers, oily and elastic.

They had aroused my fantasies countless times when they trembled on my wife's belly. Now,

under the pressure of my fingers, it was almost as if oil was being squeezed out, so real that it felt unreal.
"Hey! Then it's settled, you little slut." The expression on my face was probably no better than that of the Demon King.
"...I... will... will be... made... big... pregnant... oh..."
"Go to work as a prostitute while pregnant. Anyway, some people like to get pregnant." Eagle's words reminded me

of Old Chen. I felt both angry and excited.
"Ah... good... when I'm pregnant... being penetrated... feels so good... then... give birth to a

little bastard..." "
How will you give birth? Hmm?" A perverted scene appeared in my mind.
"...Just like when I helped that old man's 'bastard' have his 'child'... ...cut open... ...from...from

his belly ... ...ah..."
Then she trembled and began to climax. I felt her previously somewhat loose vagina suddenly push outwards,

contracting powerfully. Her juices gushed from her vulva.
Hearing this, I couldn't hold back any longer. "Fuck you to death, you slut..." My prostate started to ache, my brain

went numb, and the pent-up desire burst forth.
"...Ah...ah...husband...I can't take it anymore...I'm dying..."
So good!!!
"...Shoot...all of it inside..." My wife encouraged me, "...shoot it...into ...the uterus

......ooh..."
During the ejaculation, I felt my body seem to float up, and in the haze, I saw...the Demon King's eyes were looking at me
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