My wife is like a slave 7 times

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(VII)
The spacious hotel room was dimly lit, with tightly closed curtains blocking out the noise from outside. A few bedside lamps illuminated the lewd scene inside. On the clean, white bed in the center of the room, two naked, snow-white female bodies were intertwined, moaning and writhing.
Jing lay on her back with her legs spread, holding a long, thin chain in her hand. The other end of the chain was connected to the dog collar around her wife's neck. Her wife knelt between Jing's legs like a female dog, burying her head and licking her genitals.
"Oh...so good...you slut, you're really good at licking...oh..."
Jing breathed comfortably, using her feet to tease her wife's breasts. Her wife's two large breasts, hanging down, appeared even fuller and more abundant, their perfectly rounded shapes resembling mature and alluring pears. A metal nipple clamp was clamped on each erect nipple, and the small bells hanging from the clamp jingled as Jing's toes played with them.
I sat on the sofa watching the erotic and lewd scene opposite me, and felt myself slowly getting excited again. Counting the facial ejaculation I gave my wife in the bathroom, I had already ejaculated three times today, but now I felt like I was sexually aroused again. I was truly insatiable!
I stood up and walked behind my wife. Her kneeling position raised her buttocks high, exposing her swollen and red genitals between her full buttocks. Her pubic hair had been shaved clean, and her two wet labia majora were swollen and dark red. I didn't know if it was because she had just shaved her pubic hair or because Jing had whipped her vulva earlier. What made it even more lewd was that a pink plastic wire was sticking out from the swollen labia, connected to a battery box outside.
I parted my wife's swollen labia, inserting two fingers into her soaking wet vagina, feeling the vibrating egg inside. My wife let out a soft sob and gasp; this little thing had been sitting inside her for over an hour, tormenting her.
"You filthy bitch, what are you crying for? Lick it properly, or I'll whip your cunt raw."
Jing yanked the dog leash around my wife's neck, grabbed her hair, and pressed her face back against her crotch. My wife, tears streaming down her face, stuck out her tongue and began licking and sucking Jing's genitals again.
I didn't take out the vibrator. Instead, I pulled out my finger and touched my wife's anus. The light brown anal bud opened easily, readily accepting the intrusion of my finger. The softness of my wife's anus filled me with anger. Just as Jing had said, my wife's anus had already been fully explored and enjoyed by X Tao. I had never touched my wife's anus before. I felt it was too shameful and painful for a woman. I felt sorry for her and respected her, but what I got in return was the greatest humiliation for a man. I could even imagine X Tao's smug and mocking expression when he took my wife's virginity. I
was filled with resentment. I lifted my leg and straddled my wife's plump, round buttocks, and tried to insert my semi-erect penis into her anus. But I didn't know if it was the wrong position or if the hardness was not enough, I just couldn't get it in. The head of my penis slid around in her buttocks. The more I couldn't get it in, the more angry I became. I reached out and slapped my wife's plump buttocks hard.
"You slut, lift your ass up higher, I'm going to fuck your asshole, fuck your cunt to death."
I cursed my wife with vulgarities I'd never used before. She sobbed, trembling as she lowered her upper body even further, trying to lift her ass higher. As my penis thrust wildly, I suddenly felt it enter a tight, hot, and slippery orifice. I took a breath and thrust my entire penis in, eliciting a soft "oh" from my wife.
Her anus was very clean. She had been repeatedly enemas by Jing until she only excreted clear water, and she was almost exhausted before she was released. Now, with my penis inside, the slippery, soft anal walls enveloped my penis, and I couldn't feel any foreign object. The anus, gripping the base of my penis, was also soft and comfortable, creating a strange sense of tightness and comfort. At the same time, I could feel the stimulation from the vibrating egg inside her vagina.
I began to gently pull and slowly advance into my wife's anus. While giving Jing oral sex, she moaned softly, her raised buttocks swaying back and forth in rhythm with my thrusts. I felt increasingly excited, thinking, "No wonder foreigners like anal sex; it's really comfortable when it's clean. It's tighter than a vagina, wet, slippery, and incredibly elastic. And it's not just the physical stimulation; there's an unprecedented sense of conquest, a feeling of utter possession of the woman beneath me.
" "Oh...oh...so good...so good..."
Jing began to scream, trembling all over, her hands pressing my wife's head tightly, rubbing her genitals against her face. I knew she had orgasmed. After her orgasm, Jing collapsed on the bed to rest. I continued to ride on top of my wife, raping her anus, and even grabbed her long hair with one hand, forcing her to lift her head, listening to her shameful moans. After
resting for a while, Jing saw we were still having anal sex, got out of bed, and put on a strange pair of briefs with a large, erect dildo sticking out at the front.
“Master, I’ll help you play with this bitch.”
I understood Jing’s meaning. I pulled my wife’s body up, held her, and sat her on the bed. My wife’s smooth, naked back pressed against my chest, her legs spread wide open. Jing knelt between my wife’s legs, reached out and pulled out the vibrating egg from inside her, inserting the dildo into her vagina.
“Ah… ah…”
My wife threw her head back and moaned loudly, her sweaty body sandwiched between me and Jing. I kissed her snow-white, slender neck, while Jing’s hands pinched and squeezed her breasts. Her anus and vagina were repeatedly filled by me and Jing, her juices flowing over the place where the three of us were joined, soaking the sheets beneath us.
Perhaps because I had already ejaculated three times, I felt particularly long-lasting this time. My wife climaxed again and again in my arms, her body trembling uncontrollably. Jing seemed tired too, lying back down on the bed, but I still showed no sign of ejaculating.
I positioned my wife in a doggy-style position again, holding her full, snowy buttocks with both hands, and thrust hard into her anus from behind. At this moment, Jing slipped under my wife, who trembled even more violently, her naked body collapsing onto the bed. I held my wife's slender waist tightly, my lower body pressing against her snowy white buttocks as I continued to rape her. I glanced down and saw Jing spreading my wife's labia with both hands, biting my wife's clitoris and sucking hard.
"No...no...ah..."
My wife's delicate body suddenly tensed, burying her head in her arms and moaning as if crying. At the same time, I felt her lower body contract and tighten, her writhing anal walls tightly gripping and squeezing my penis, as if a pair of delicate little hands were tightly grasping and caressing my rod. I breathed heavily for a few moments, and finally began my fourth ejaculation of the day in my wife's anus.
"Ah!!! You filthy bitch, how dare you pee on my face!"
Jing suddenly screamed, crawling out from under her wife, her face flushed with anger, wet with droplets. Her wife was still trembling, dazed, her eyes unfocused, her fair cheeks flushed with a delicate blush. Between her tightly pressed legs, streams of hot water gushed from her twitching labia; it was unclear whether it was urine or something else (by the way, I'd like to ask you experts, is the squirting in AV films urinary incontinence or vaginal discharge? I've never understood; my wife doesn't squirt).
I knew my wife had lost control of her bladder again, but Jing seemed extremely angry. She pushed her wife, still basking in the afterglow of her orgasm, off the bed, squatted above her face, grabbed her hair with one hand, and used her fingers to separate her labia, urinating on her face.
My wife closed her eyes in humiliation, turning her head weakly to one side, letting the foul-smelling urine splatter against her cheeks. The pale yellow urine flowed down her hair and neck, soaking into the carpet behind her head.
"That's enough, you've gone too far," I said to Jing.
"You bitch, I'll teach you a lesson this time. If you pee like that again, I won't let you off."
Jing lay quietly on the bed, nestled beside me. After an afternoon of debauchery, I felt a little weak and hungry. Seeing that it was already dinnertime, I woke Jing up to go to the bathroom to wash up. After we cleaned up, I came out and saw my wife still lying on the carpet. She looked extremely disheveled, wearing a dog collar around her neck. Her snow-white flesh was covered with bruises and welts, and her face, neck, and crotch were stained with dried sweat, semen, and urine. Her hair was a messy, matted mess, and her whole body reeked of a strong stench of sexual secretions and urine. She looked filthy.
"Go wash up, and we'll go eat together," I said coldly to my wife.
My wife struggled to her feet, grabbed her clothes, and went into the bathroom. Jing and I got dressed, and Jing nestled against me, stroking my penis through my pants, saying, "Brother X, you were really vigorous today. I wonder if you'll still be able to get hard after dinner?"
"You little slut, haven't you had enough?"
"Hehe, didn't you have fun? I saw you fucking your wife's ass just now, and you seemed to be enjoying it!"
"Let's not talk about that. I've fulfilled your request. You have to remember your promise."
"Hehe, don't worry, I'll definitely tell you when I see him. But that pretty boy is the most timid; I'm afraid he'll never come back." Jing said bitterly, her tone very firm.
I didn't want to waste any more words with her, so I pulled her hand away and went to the balcony to smoke. After waiting for a while, I heard my wife come out of the bathroom. Jing and I were both stunned when we saw her. Her disheveled appearance from before was completely gone. After washing and dressing up, she had regained her usual mature and dignified appearance. Her elegant and well-fitting dress outlined her tall and beautiful figure, neither too revealing nor too old-fashioned. Her exquisite updo and the stockings that covered her beautiful legs fully demonstrated her elegant and outstanding temperament.
"Sister Lin, you're so beautiful! It's a pity that without your clothes on, you're just a slutty and cheap whore."
Jing's words were tinged with jealousy. My wife blushed and turned her head to the side. Jing stepped forward, put one arm around my wife's waist, and pulled up her skirt with the other.
"No, don't do this," my wife exclaimed.
"Lie down, you filthy bitch."
Jing slapped his wife's plump buttocks twice, then pressed her against the wall, lifting her skirt up to her waist and pulling her stockings and panties down to her knees. His wife, her face flushed, leaned against the wall, helplessly submitting to Jing's ministrations.
"You're such a good actress. In a bit, I'll let you show off your slutty side outside, let everyone see just how wanton this seemingly virtuous bitch really is."
Jing's hand caressed his wife's private parts, his fingers parting her labia, slowly inserting a vibrating egg the size of an egg into her vagina. This vibrating egg didn't have a battery compartment; the battery was directly inside the egg, making it quite heavy. His wife tightened her buttocks muscles, her vagina writhing as she received the vibrating egg, the thin string of the vibrating egg visible between her tightly clenched labia.
"Sister Lin, you'd better hold on tight, or it'll be embarrassing if it falls out."
Jing pulled off his wife's panties and stockings, leaving her naked from the waist down in a tube skirt. Then, feigning intimacy, he took her arm and led her out the door.
We went to the Western restaurant on the second floor of the hotel. I followed behind Jing and his wife the whole way. His wife walked with her legs tightly pressed together, her steps small. Her slender waist and the shapely buttocks tightly encased in the tube skirt swayed alluringly, stirring up all sorts of fantasies.
When we reached the restaurant entrance, Jing released his wife, grinning mischievously as he reached into his bag. I saw his wife's body suddenly tremble, her face flushing even more. She gripped the door frame, biting her lower lip in a pained expression. I immediately realized that Jing must have turned on the vibrator.
I grabbed my wife's arm and pulled her towards an empty table in the restaurant. For some reason, the thought that beneath her elegant coat, her lower body was bare, without underwear, and that a vibrating egg was inserted into her vagina, gave me a thrill of wanting to play with her.
I deliberately quickened my pace, and my wife could only keep up with me in small, hesitant steps, panting heavily. By the time we reached the table, her forehead was slightly damp with sweat, her face flushed, and her breathing rapid, as if she had just done a lot of exercise.
We sat down at a table by the window, and the waiter quickly brought the menu. The waitress looked at my wife with some curiosity. Although my wife tried to appear natural, her face was very red, her lips slightly parted, and she couldn't help but gently wiggle her hips as she sat down.
Jing watched his wife's reaction. Her slight swaying of her hips elicited a soft chuckle from her. At my prompting, she reached into her bag and turned off the vibrator. His wife visibly relaxed, gulping down her water. When the food was served and we raised our glasses for red wine, Jing mischievously turned it back on. His wife gasped softly, nearly dropping her glass.
I sat beside her, listening to her rapid, suppressed breathing. Under the table, I slipped my hand under her skirt, parting her tightly closed legs. My large hand caressed the soft, smooth skin of her inner thighs, slowly moving towards her genitals. His wife trembled slightly, trying to close her legs, but my sharp gaze stopped her. Her genitals were wet and hot. I parted her moist labia with my fingers, exploring the wetness in the crevice, gently rubbing her clitoris.
"Feng, no... not here..."
my wife pleaded in a low voice. Seeing her struggling to suppress her passion, I felt a strange excitement welling up inside me. Just then, Jing suddenly beckoned to a waitress and pretended to inquire about the ingredients of the dishes. The waitress explained with great interest.
My wife's lower body trembled even more violently, and copious amounts of vaginal fluid gushed from her vagina, making her entire inner thighs wet. Under my fingers, her tiny clitoris swelled and hardened. The excited expression on her face was even more alluring; her breathing was heavy, and she bit her lower lip tightly, almost crying out.
Seeing that my wife was about to climax, I withdrew my hand from her lower body and gestured for Jing to turn off the vibrator. My wife suddenly seemed lost, her expression conflicted, a mix of relaxation and disappointment. Seeing that Jing and I had already started eating, she reluctantly picked up her knife and fork...
Throughout the meal, my wife was repeatedly tormented by Jing and me in this way. Whenever her passion was burning and she was about to reach her peak, we would stop at the right moment, and when she calmed down, my fingers and the vibrator would begin a new round of teasing. My wife's desire was high, but she could never find release. When we finished eating, my wife's expression had become both seductive and alluring, her slightly parted lips breathing rapidly and hotly, her eyes filled with a thirst for passion.
We didn't go back to the hotel room immediately. At Jing's suggestion, we went to a boutique next to the hotel. My wife had to endure the torment of the vibrator in her vagina while accompanying Jing on a leisurely stroll. At a women's shoe brand counter called Bally, Jing pulled my wife to select items from the shelves.
"Sister, you have such good taste in clothes, pick out a pair of shoes for me."
My wife, enduring the vibrating egg in her lower body, picked out a pair of white mid-heeled shoes for Jing. The casual style looked beautiful on Jing's feet, perfectly matching her youthful and energetic temperament. While Jing and the saleswoman were busy trying on shoes, my wife finally couldn't resist bending over and sitting sideways on the soft stool in the store. Her legs were tightly pressed together, and the tight skirt accentuated her full hips, showcasing her beautiful waist and hip curves. Her fair face was unusually flushed, and she was panting heavily with her head down.
"Miss, are you feeling unwell?" the saleswoman asked, approaching.
"No, no," my wife said with difficulty, shaking her head. Her voice was low and soft, sounding almost like a moan to me.
Jing beckoned to me and whispered in my ear, "Master, this slut is already aroused. Why don't we make her climax here?"
Seeing that I didn't answer immediately, Jing shoved a box into my hand. I immediately recognized it as the remote control for the vibrator, currently set to the second highest setting.
Just then, a middle-aged couple entered the store. The man was fat and portly, looking quite wealthy. The woman was rather attractive and tall, though older, with wrinkles around her eyes and a sharp, shrewd look in her eyes.
The portly man noticed his wife as soon as he entered, his eyes lingering on her long, white legs. When the woman next to him looked at the new products on the counter, he deliberately sat next to his wife on the other side of the soft stool, his eyes casually glancing at her neckline. The
portly man's behavior immediately provoked me. I thought, "You like looking at this bitch so much? I'll give you something even more exciting." I turned the remote control to the highest setting.
My wife let out a soft cry, her body trembling uncontrollably. Her slender white fingers gripped the leather edge of the soft stool tightly, her legs rubbing together involuntarily, and she let out moans of orgasm.
The pot-bellied man stared at his wife in disbelief, his crotch bulging like a tent. The middle-aged woman and the shop assistant were also utterly shocked. I quickly pulled out my credit card and told the shop assistant I wanted to buy the shoes Jing had tried on, then sent her to pay. The middle-aged woman

angrily dragged the pot-bellied man away, and from a distance, you could still hear her scolding him, "What's so interesting? Are you trying to get yourself killed? I've never seen such a shameless person..."
Jing had been watching her wife's behavior with her arms crossed, her gaze filled with contempt and disdain. Only when her wife's panting from the orgasm subsided did she speak to her in a mocking tone.
"Sister, I really admire you. To be able to perform an orgasm in public like this, it's a real shame you're not making adult films! Everyone was stunned just now, hehe."
My wife lowered her head in shame, not daring to meet my gaze. I reached under her skirt and touched her crotch. Her lower body was wet and hot, and her juices were flowing all over my hand. I gently tapped her vaginal opening a few times, and the vibrator slid into my palm. At this moment, the shop assistant returned. Her face was also a little red. When she handed me the credit card and the bag containing the shoes, her wrist was trembling slightly. I pulled my soft and weak wife up, and Jing and I left the store together.
When we arrived at the hotel, Jing took my arm and said, "Master, don't rush back to the room. How about we go walk the dog on the rooftop?"
I glanced at my wife beside me. Her face was flushed with shame. She looked at me as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, she didn't dare to speak. At this moment, I was overwhelmed by a strange emotion I had never felt before. Looking at my wife's ashamed and silent appearance, I thought to myself, "This slut always pretends to be gentle and dignified in front of me. Before, she would blush if I said something vulgar, and she would avoid me if I was affectionate in public. Who knew she would be so lewd behind my back?" Thinking about what Jing had told me about walking the dog, I had never seen this slut act like a female dog before.
Having considered this, I nodded to Jing, who immediately said excitedly, "Master, take her upstairs first, I'll go back to my room to get something."
Before leaving, Jing patted my wife's bottom. As my wife and I rode the scenic elevator upstairs, she stared blankly out the window. Her serene and contemplative expression captivated me, and I quietly gazed at her profile. When we were dating, I loved to steal glances at her lost in thought like that; her beautiful, quiet profile was like that of Venus, the goddess of beauty, noble, elegant, and full of intellectual charm. Back then, I loved standing quietly beside her, even without speaking, there was a unique sense of warmth and happiness. I often marveled that my lover was the most beautiful goddess in the world.
Goddess! A pathetic laugh escaped my lips. How pathetic I was, deceiving myself! What kind of goddess was she? Just a wanton bitch.
The elevator reached the top floor, and I pushed my wife up the stairs to the rooftop. A moment later, Jing arrived, carrying a bag containing the dog collar my wife had worn that afternoon, a whip, and a thick rubber dildo with a dog's tail attached to the handle.
"Take off your clothes," Jing commanded my wife.
In front of Jing and me, my wife slowly unbuttoned her blouse and bra, bent down to remove her skirt and high heels, and soon she was completely naked. Her beautiful curves were incredibly alluring under the lights, and her snow-white skin gleamed dazzlingly in the night.
"Lie down, you slut," Jing commanded again.
My wife's usual elegant expression had turned into one of shame and embarrassment. Her face flushed, she loosened her hair, knelt on the cold floor, supporting herself on all fours, her loose hair partially obscuring her face.
Jing put the dog collar around my wife's neck and began applying lotion to her anus.
“Master, hold the bitch back, I’ll attach the tail to her.”
I held the dog leash around my wife’s neck with one hand and pressed down on her waist with the other. Jing began to push the rubber dildo with the dog tail attached into my wife’s anus. My wife immediately gasped in pain. The rubber dildo was too thick and large. Although my wife’s anus was much softer than before, and although the rubber dildo was coated with a thick layer of lotion, it was still very difficult to insert the dog tail.
“Relax, loosen your asshole, you slut.”
Jing pushed the rubber dildo forcefully while slapping my wife’s mature and plump buttocks. My hand also pressed down on my wife’s waist, making her round buttocks rise high to facilitate Jing’s movements.
“Mmm… mmm…”
My wife sobbed softly, her lower abdomen convulsing and tightening violently. Finally, she let out a series of shameful moans. The rubber dildo was finally fully inserted into her body. The huge handle was stuck in her anus, and the attached dog tail hung down behind her buttocks, as if a real tail had grown out of her ass.
I led my wife for a stroll on the rooftop, with Jing following behind, whipping her buttocks. My wife crawled laboriously, twisting her hips as she went. Although her face showed shame and she was panting in pain, I knew she was actually becoming aroused. I noticed her nipples were hard and erect. When I reached out to touch her smooth vulva, I found plenty of vaginal fluid between her labia, and even the insides of her thighs were wet and sticky. I suddenly realized that this kind of abuse was indeed very stimulating; at least right now, I felt a sense of excitement and satisfaction I had never experienced before.
After walking around the rooftop twice, I gestured for Jing to hold my wife's hands and make her squat in front of me with her legs wide open. I took the whip from Jing's hand and stared at my wife's shaved pubic area.
"You filthy bitch, piss on me."
Hearing my words, my wife's face flushed crimson with shame again. I used the whip to pry open her moist labia, the tip rubbing against her clitoris. Her anus was completely filled by the rubber dildo, forcing her vulva open from within, revealing the moist, tender flesh and opening of her vagina.
"No...don't..."
My wife turned her head away in shame, her hips involuntarily thrusting forward, afraid that the handle attached to the tail would touch the ground and hurt her delicate anus.
"Pee on me,"
I said, panting, filled with a perverse pleasure. I touched my wife's swollen, thick labia with the whip, and suddenly, with a "whoosh," the whip lashed inside her open labia.
"Ouch...it hurts..."
My wife gasped in pain, tears streaming down her face, her buttocks trembling violently.
"Show me your piss."
I told Jing to grab my wife's hands tightly, making her hold them behind her neck. I stood in front of her and began to whip her genitals, one lash after another. With each lash, her body trembled.
"Ah...ah..."
My wife couldn't help but groan in pain, her long hair disheveled and sticky with sweat, as if stimulated by the whipping. Her genitals writhed under the blows, and more and more vaginal fluid flowed out.
"No...don't hit me...I pee...I pee..."
My wife finally couldn't bear it anymore. She cried and begged me, her wet genitals writhing even more violently, and a stream of clear urine spurted from her trembling labia.
I stared intently at the entire process of my wife urinating, feeling an unexpected excitement, a strong urge to fuck her. My wife was ashamed under my gaze. Just as I was about to pull her up and rape her, I suddenly heard footsteps in the stairwell. Startled,
I picked up my wife and temporarily hid behind the water tank. I saw a hotel staff member bring an electrician-looking man to the rooftop. They seemed to be there to inspect the floodlights installed on the roof.
The two men slowly approached our hiding place from the other side of the rooftop. Worse still, the hotel staff noticed my wife had taken off her clothes and were hanging on the railing.
"Master Huang, it seems someone's coming here."
"Hmm, and there's a foul smell. Could it be that slut peed here?"
The two men stood where I had forced my wife to urinate. The hotel staff had even picked up my wife's clothes. I knew they would check the water tank next, and then we'd have nowhere to hide. If they saw my wife completely naked, it would be hard to explain.
I whispered a few words to Jing, who gave a soft hum and went outside. The two men were startled by Jing's sudden appearance.
"Masters, what are you doing with my clothes?" Jing asked with a preemptive laugh.
"Is this yours?"
"Yes, I like the night view from the rooftop. I also want to air out the laundry; it's a bit windy here."
"Oh, sorry."
"By the way, I'm not familiar with this area. Could you tell me which tall building is over there..."
Jing quickly drew the two men's attention to the distance. Taking advantage of this opportunity, I carried my wife back to the stairwell. Ever since those two men appeared, my wife had been trembling with fear in my arms, her arms tightly wrapped around my neck, her alluring naked body pressed against me. Once
we reached the stairwell, I breathed a slight sigh of relief. The hotel had an elevator, and the stairwell was usually quiet. I carried my naked wife down to our floor. Now, only a long corridor remained to reach our room. I peeked out; the entire floor was eerily quiet.
Suddenly, I felt an urge. I put my wife down, grabbed the leash around her neck, and said,
"You bitch, kneel down and crawl back to the room with me."
My wife was still trembling, but she obediently knelt down, crawling on all fours on the carpet. I led my naked wife down the corridor, with closed doors on both sides. The unpredictable danger of any door opening suddenly thrilled me. I even deliberately slowed my pace, wanting to savor this captivating feeling.
Just as I was about to reach our room, a door at the end of the corridor opened, and a tall foreigner stepped out. He stared at my wife and me in astonishment. My wife's naked body lay prostrate on the floor, her long, loose hair obscuring her face. I saw her whole body trembling violently; the sudden shock caused her to start urinating again.
I felt my face burning, but I had no other choice. Forcing myself to remain calm, I took out my key card, opened our door, and slapped my wife's plump, white buttocks twice. Still stunned, she hurriedly crawled into the room.
"My god," I heard the foreigner mutter as I closed the door. My wife was still trembling on the floor. I reached out and touched her vulva; her labia and clitoris were trembling, her vagina contracting rhythmically. Her juices soaked my hand; I realized she had orgasmed again.
I turned her over, looking at her flushed face after the orgasm, and pulled her into my arms, pressing her soft, warm body against the wall.
"You slut, you like to expose yourself, you like to show your cunt to others, don't you?"
I asked my wife viciously, pulling her long hair and forcing her to look up at me.
"Yes..." my wife answered softly.
"You like to be whipped, you like to have your cunt whipped, don't you?"
"Yes..." my wife bit her lower lip and closed her eyes.
"You still like being tied up, you still like having your ass fucked, don't you?"
"Yes..." Tears welled up in my wife's eyes.
"Do you also like group sex, do you like men gang-raping you?"
As I asked the last question, my heart felt like it was bleeding. My wife suddenly opened her eyes, looking at me with tears streaming down her face.
"You know everything?"
"Answer me, you bitch, do you like men gang-raping you?"
I felt my emotions growing more and more frantic. I kissed my wife's lips wildly, pushing her to the French windows of the room as I kissed her. I yanked open the curtains, pressed her naked body against the window, and entered her from behind, thrusting into her trembling vagina with all my might.
“Answer me, do you like being gang-raped? Do you want me to find someone to gang-rape you? Answer me…”
I thrust my hips wildly behind my wife. She held onto the window with both hands, bent over with her full, round buttocks sticking out, silently enduring my frenzied rape. Her panting and her tears drove me even crazier. In the reflection of the window in front of me was a distorted, angry face—it was my face…

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