Your arms are so warm

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"How about... we call it quits for today? So much has already happened, I don't know if I can take the final step right away." I said, looking at Junjun's beautiful face, hoping to glean something from her expression. There must be something, I thought. I heard a soft exhale, as if she had breathed a sigh of relief, yet also seemed a little empty and disappointed. I quickly dismissed Mimi, of course not forgetting to slip two large bills between her ample breasts. Mimi realized she wouldn't earn any more by staying with me any longer, so she happily went to her second business, sweetly telling me to come see her again next time. But things weren't so easy with his wife; the man was clearly unhappy. No wonder, a rich man who can afford three thousand a time probably always gets things done his way. They were discussing something, but Junjun kept shaking her head, her eyes lowered as if she couldn't look at him. Finally, he gave up, angrily tossing a few banknotes at her. One even fell to the ground. Junjun stared at the banknote for a full three seconds before bending down to pick it up. When I saw her face again, she was still biting her lip, looking like she was about to cry. That innocent look reminded me of when she was the girl I was pursuing, dressed like a prostitute—I think it was the sexiest sight I had ever seen. The two of them walked towards the door, one after the other. I felt a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. Thinking about what I had just seen and what might have happened, I was eager to vent. She had worked hard tonight; I would definitely make it up to her when we got back. A smile involuntarily crept onto my lips. Suddenly, Junjun, who was walking ahead, stopped as if someone had stopped her. In an instant, my brain made a decision that I admired even myself for: I continued walking as if I hadn't seen anything, but my eyes glanced casually and saw that the people stopping her were two young men. One of them looked somewhat familiar, but I couldn't remember where I had seen him before. I made sure I was out of their sight before circling behind them, trying to hear what they were saying amidst the loud music, but of course, it was futile. But I saw Junjun's expression—a look of despair, like someone caught red-handed doing something wrong. My heart sank; I realized what had happened—they must be acquaintances of my wife, and they had likely seen what she had just done. Judging from their posture, they were definitely trying to intimidate and blackmail her. My brain raced, but I couldn't think of a solution. Just as I hesitated, the two young men, one on each side, "escorted" Junjun out the door, and I had no choice but to follow them at a distance. Fortunately, they didn't call a taxi; instead, they headed towards a restaurant near YY. Then, a thought struck me, and I dialed Junjun's number. After a few rings, I heard her say "Hello," her voice trembling violently. "Are those two people acquaintances of yours?" "Yes." "Where are you going now?" "..." I cursed myself for being an idiot; of course, she couldn't answer that question. "Are they threatening you?" "Yes." "Do they want money or your person?" "...In the second drawer." If it weren't for this situation, I would have almost burst out laughing. "I'll follow you. Pretend to hang up the phone so I can listen for any noise." "Okay... um... goodbye." With a keystroke and a rustling sound, I finally heard their conversation. "Who is it?" "My husband." "Does your husband know you're out like this?" "No... I don't know." "What are you doing?" "I said I'm having a midnight snack." "Haha, your husband is so easy to fool." "Yeah, but his wife is about to become our midnight snack, haha!" The two men burst into laughter, igniting a surge of anger in me. By this time, the three of them had reached the back of the restaurant. After a few twists and turns, they arrived at a dark corner. On one side was a mottled high wall, and on the other side were piles of wooden crates and miscellaneous items. Only from the corner where I was hiding could I see inside. I heard one of them say, "How about it? Not bad, right?" "You know this place well, haven't you? This isn't your first time here, is it?" "Of course, I've slept with at least half a dozen women here!" "Alright, alright, stop bragging. This... how do we do this?" "Strip her, I'll have my fun first." As he spoke, the larger of the two grabbed Junjun from behind and pulled her into his arms, tearing off her top with one hand. Junjun let out a cry of pain, but her struggles seemed so futile. Her exposed breasts were not very clear in the darkness, but it was enough to strike me like a thunderbolt. "What are you pretending to be so virtuous for? You were selling yourself just now!" the other man laughed and cursed, grabbing one of the fat man's unattended breasts. "You know what, when I first saw her at work, she was like a princess, completely ignoring someone like me. Who would have thought she was two-faced, a princess by day and a whore by night?" Now I finally remembered. This fat man was Junjun's former driver, who had driven her once. Junjun had never liked him, considering him vulgar and uncultured. How could she have imagined that years later, she would be helplessly violated by him in public? Two young men, without stopping, stripped Junjun naked, sandwiching her like a sandwich, kissing and groping her wildly. Their four hands roughly kneaded and ravaged my wife's pure body, her breasts and vulva twisting and contorting in their clutches, causing her to writhe and try to escape, but with nowhere to run. In this situation, accompanied by my wife's short, hoarse moans coming from the phone, I felt like I was plummeting from the peak of a roller coaster to the bottom. It was a strange feeling, a mix of despair, terror, excitement, and anticipation. I could hear my heart pounding in my chest with an intensity I'd never felt before, almost making me faint. A voice in my head cried out anxiously, "Let go, you bastards!" Another, eyes red with rage, hissed, "Fuck her! Go in! Fuck my wife!" As if hearing my cries, the fat man pulled down his pants, revealing his weapon, bent his legs slightly, and forcefully thrust one hand into Junjun's pale, naked buttocks. Junjun cried out in terror, hurriedly saying, "No! You promised not to do this!" She frantically tried to push the fat man away with both hands. But the two men were caught up in their excitement, how could they let her go? The skinny man grabbed Junjun's arms, one in each hand, and pulled them back in front of her. The fat man, ignoring my wife's protests, grabbed her plump buttocks as she tried to escape, and thrust his penis inside her with the other. I knew that if I didn't intervene now, my wife of three years would be raped in front of me. Although I had been fantasizing about it, the woman I had painstakingly pursued for a year, the wife who had shared my joys and sorrows, my laughter and tears, my love and hate—these two despicable men were about to defile her like this. I couldn't help but want to jump out and shout to stop them, but… if I intervened now, wouldn't that be telling them I'd been watching from the dance hall all this time? Besides, they had a firm grip on Junjun's secrets. If I didn't give in to their demands now, they would spread the word among all our acquaintances, and we would both be disgraced in this city. In the blink of an eye, while I was still struggling with my thoughts, I heard a woman's scream from the phone. Junjun was gripping the skinny man's arm tightly, her expression one of agony, clearly indicating that the fat man had penetrated her and that there was insufficient lubrication. Her fingernails probably dug into the skinny man's arm, causing him to cry out in pain. My heart clenched violently, as if a giant hand had grabbed it and yanked it away from my body. My wife had finally been violated, just as I had fantasized about a thousand times, only this time it was unbelievably real. My head felt incredibly heavy, as if a green hat was pressing down on it, making it impossible for me to lift my head. I tried to raise my neck, trying to regain some of my masculine dignity, but all I saw was the fat man thrusting vigorously behind my wife, and her naked body trembling with each impact. Her once flowing hair was grabbed by the fat man, and she could only tilt her head back, panting with her mouth open. The increasingly faint traces of pain in her moans made me feel a little better. The fat man's face was tense, clearly experiencing extreme pleasure—I was all too familiar with the feeling of fucking her from behind, even the satisfaction of grabbing her hair, because I often tormented my wife like that; that feeling of humiliation made her exceptionally wild. I never imagined she would be so thoroughly defiled today. Although I wasn't the one violently fucking my wife's plump, tender cunt from behind, I could clearly feel a different kind of stimulation. This feeling pierced my body and soul like a sharp sword, masking the sexual ecstasy beneath a haze of pain. Undeniably, I loved that feeling. I watched helplessly as that despicable, ugly man frantically enjoyed my wife, but my own genitals were swollen to their limit by the surging pleasure within me. This sexual pleasure reminded me of the conquest I felt the first time I penetrated my wife, the release I felt the first time I urinated on her face, and it was clearly even more unforgettable. The vortex of pleasure made me dizzy, countless thoughts swirling in my mind. One moment I wondered if Junjun was experiencing pleasure, the next I wondered if my lewd fetish was a manifestation of masochistic tendencies in my subconscious. The skinny man, who had already taken off his pants, was getting impatient. His penis seemed thicker and longer than the fat man's, constantly thrusting towards Junjun's body. But she was being penetrated from behind, her buttocks raised high, so he could only press against her navel. He would sometimes bend down to suckle her nipples, her breasts jiggling with the fat man's thrusts, often flattening the skinny man's nose, but he...He didn't seem to care. The fat man, though he couldn't see clearly, knew the general situation and blurted out, "Hey, why don't you let her bend down and blow-dry you? I'll switch with you later." I cursed inwardly. The skinny man, however, was reminded by my words. He grabbed Junjun's hair and pressed her down, forcing her to bend over. She pushed the skinny man away, looking at the ugly penis dangling in front of her with disgust, seemingly unwilling. The skinny man, somewhat impatient, grabbed his penis and shoved it into my wife's mouth. She flinched a few times, but her sexy red lips finally gave way. The long, thick penis rudely pierced her throat, causing her to wince in pain, her hands reflexively trying to push the skinny man away. The skinny man held her head tightly, preventing her escape, and vigorously thrust and twisted inside. At this point, my wife could no longer scream, only making gurgling sounds like she was drowning, saliva uncontrollably dribbling from the corners of her mouth. This was probably the most painful oral sex she had ever experienced, I thought with heartache. Even in my most frenzied and sadistic moments, I had never thrust into her throat like this. A pang of jealousy shot through me, and I wondered when I could have her do this for me. At that moment, the skinny guy finally pulled his penis out slightly and began thrusting in and out of my wife's mouths with the fat guy. Although the two were quite in sync, the skinny guy's penis still often jumped out of her mouth, and each time he quickly and forcefully thrust it back into her throat. Over time, perhaps to avoid his rough actions, Junjun would actually take the initiative to hold it back in her mouth, and the movements of her mouth gradually became more varied from the initial monotonous and passive ones. The fat guy behind her also clearly felt the wetness of her vagina and laughed, "Hey! It's wet, it's wet!" I felt a pang of sadness and could only comfort myself that it was a normal physiological reaction for women, a natural mechanism of self-protection. Whether out of shame or the thought of me watching, Junjun symbolically tried to wriggle away, only to be met with even more brutality and ridicule from the two men. Soon after, the skinny man spoke up: "Hey, I said, let's switch. I want to try this slut's cunt." The fat man reluctantly grunted, thrusting in a few times before abruptly pulling his penis out. I heard my wife cry out; there was no joy of relief, but rather a sense of emptiness and loss. When they switched positions, Junjun remained bent over with her buttocks sticking out, completely resigned to her fate. The skinny man, already poised, immediately thrust in, letting out a satisfied sigh. The fat man vented all his frustration on my wife, gripping his penis, which was covered in her juices, and said viciously, "Mr. XX, this is all your juices! Lick it clean!" My wife gave him a resentful look and obediently began licking from the base of his penis, even sucking his testicles without his explicit request. Although I didn't see the fat man's expression, I could imagine the surprise and pleasure in his mind, so much so that he didn't even utter a mocking word. The skinny man wasn't bad either; his tool was superior to the fat man's, and since his belly wasn't obstructing his movements, he could penetrate deeper. My sensitive wife clearly felt the difference, and her mental defenses gradually crumbled. What started as restrained moans turned into unrestrained moans, and I could even hear the squelching sounds of her juices as she thrust over the phone. She was aroused! How could this be?

Although my wife is a slut in our bed, she's usually quite virtuous. To others, she's an absolutely respectable woman. But now, she's experiencing intense sexual pleasure while being raped and shamelessly displaying it to these wicked men! I watched all this with rage, feeling an urgent need to release my pent-up desire. I pulled out my long-suppressed penis and started masturbating. While watching two strangers rape—no, defile—his wife, I masturbated in unison. Amidst intense guilt, I experienced an indescribable, wicked, super-pleasure, feeling as if I were simultaneously at the depths and peaks of life. I'd heard that fat men aren't very good at this, and this one was no exception. His face was already tense, clearly holding back, and he finally reached his limit. But who could laugh at him? I think he'd never played with such a beautiful woman so cruelly in his life. He sped up, his large belly repeatedly bumping against Junjun's face. Suddenly, he let out a low growl, his body pausing for several seconds, as if unable to move an inch at the moment of ultimate climax. Junjun frowned deeply; it seemed the fat man had released quite a bit. His legs trembled slightly, then he moved slowly a few more times, as if all his strength had left him, unable to support his bloated body any longer. He collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, seemingly oblivious to my wife spitting the sticky mixture onto the floor. At this moment, Junjun broke free from the fat man's grasp and focused intently on being penetrated by the skinny man. She braced herself against the wall with one hand and supported her taut, beautiful legs with the other; her long, flowing hair, styled with negative ions, was now a mess, swirling and dancing wantonly with his thrusts, mirroring the lewd moans emanating from her throat. The skinny man, sweating profusely, cursed, "Is it good? You slut! How do I compare to your husband?" My wife ignored him, offering no response, but I imagined her inner thoughts—what was her answer? The thought that she might genuinely believe that man was better than me filled me with an unusual excitement. I knew I was about to climax, but I really wanted to be with them. Thankfully, they didn't keep me waiting too long. The skinny man gradually increased the frequency and intensity of his thrusts, and my wife cheered him on even more enthusiastically. Soon, the movements of the two naked people reached a dizzying level. He suddenly shouted, "I'm going to cum inside!" That shout finally made me lose my temper. A chill ran down my spine, and my semen shot out more than a meter away. Amidst my wife's increasingly loud cries, he finally ejaculated as well. He didn't stop during his orgasm, his movements still powerful, thrusting her to the peak of climax with each stroke. I watched those impacts, rhythmically accompanying my own spurts of ejaculation, and all the anger and stimulation from before were released in waves. What a sight this was! My moral compass, floating in the distance, wailed. This bizarre trio, simultaneously floating on the clouds of wicked climax, each man and woman harboring such dark thoughts and pleasures.

They finally left, abandoning her, who had just given them so much pleasure, like a broken toy, taking only her underwear "as a souvenir" and some leverage, I thought to myself. She stood there, dazed, not even dressed. The soft moonlight, which had been hiding its face in shame, peeked out from behind the clouds, illuminating her exquisite body and gently soothing her bruised and battered skin. I was suddenly overcome with jealousy; my beautiful wife, my pride, was no longer mine alone. I stepped forward to face her, but didn't go to her side. She looked at me with tears in her eyes, motionless. I gazed at her; she had never looked so beautiful, I thought, yet I had never felt so distant from her. I felt only bitterness in my heart and utter exhaustion. She searched for understanding and love in my eyes, but she found nothing. Two tears rolled down her cheeks almost simultaneously, falling onto her full breasts, gathering on her nipples, teetering precariously. She looked at me through teary eyes, a sight that filled me with both anger and pity. What should I do? What could I possibly do? I asked myself. The deep darkness enveloped us; not a single light could be seen.

[The End]

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