The story of disciplining one's wife in mainland China

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I'm a Taiwanese official stationed on the mainland. Because I've been stationed here for a long time, and I was worried that my wife would be taken advantage of by people like you while she's alone in Taiwan, I decided to bring her to live with me. Unexpectedly, my wife got bored in the dormitory alone, and influenced by some other young family members (born around 1968-1972), something I never imagined happened. Now I'll tell you about it.

My wife is 36 years old this year, only 156cm tall, with measurements of 34B, 25, 36. While not exactly curvy, she has a well-proportioned figure (I like girls with a little bit of meat on them, not skinny ones).) My wife (whose younger sister) has fair skin and is well-maintained (spending at least NT$10,000 a month on skincare products), so she actually looks very young.

We've been married for about eight years, and I've trained her from a virgin to have experience with oral sex, anal sex, bondage, outdoor sex, and exhibitionism. I once tied her up in a turtle shell bondage position, then tied a large knot and a small knot on the rope spanning her genitals. The large knot was inserted into her vagina, and the small knot was positioned right at her anus. Then we went to the Tonghua Street night market.

When we got back to the stairwell downstairs, we were both incredibly aroused, and I... As I walked up the stairs, I undressed my wife. Actually, she wasn't wearing much, since she wasn't wearing underwear or bras. I first took off her short jacket, revealing her bound breasts. When we reached the second floor, I simply pulled her dress up to her head, but didn't take it off completely; I tied a knot in it. Actually, I deliberately wanted to cover her head entirely; it was more stimulating and gave the feeling of raping her.

I led her to the rooftop balcony, and we did it under the starlight. It was incredibly stimulating, especially since the two knots on the rope were already soaked with her juices, deeply embedded in her vagina and anus. A large amount of vaginal fluid flowed down her inner thighs.

I once took my wife to Hualien, and then drove back to Taipei at night. As soon as we got on the Suhua Highway, I started passionately caressing her while driving. She cooperated by taking off her bra and panties and throwing them into her suitcase, then spreading her legs to make it easier for me to caress her. Later, she simply put her right thigh on the right air conditioning vent and her left thigh on the center console, her legs forming a <> shape.

At first, she was worried about being seen because the Suhua Highway passes through some small towns. The most exciting thing was that we even met at 11 pm in the Taiwan Cement district in Heping. The light turned red, and the car stopped. By then, my wife was already in a frenzy, her shirt pulled up, her hands frantically kneading her breasts and already erect nipples. Her lower body was writhing, trying to open her vagina wider so my fingers could go in deeper.

Just then, a pedestrian walked past the car, thankfully not looking in our direction, talking on his phone as he walked. Actually, the gravel truck drivers coming from the opposite direction should have seen my wife's exposed body, because the truck headlights shone directly on my driver's seat, and given my elevated position, there was no reason why they wouldn't see it. Arrived. I wonder if this will cause someone to fall into the Pacific Ocean? Haha!

Okay! Let's continue. Not long after the initial period of peace, my wife suddenly stopped, put her head between my legs, and said she wanted to make me feel good too. She skillfully pulled my penis out from the side of my shorts and started sucking and swallowing it. I don't know if it was from being too excited or what, but soon I ejaculated. My wife didn't hesitate to gulp it all down and licked it clean. When she lifted her head, she only said one sentence: "I want more!"

Not long after, I parked the car at a small roadside rest area with a view of the sea. As soon as the car stopped, my wife reclined her seat, lay back, and spread her legs wider, demanding that I caress her and insert more fingers. I inserted two, three, four fingers, but my wife was still unsatisfied, feeling unfulfilled.

An idea struck me, and I told her to get up and straddle the driver and passenger seats, then gestured for her to sit on the gearshift. At this point, my wife's eyes were glazed and unfocused. Without thinking, she used her right hand to guide me, her left hand to spread her vulva, aligned herself, and slowly sat down on the gearshift.

In the dim moonlight, I saw my wife's... Her anus swallowed the entire gear shift lever. Soon she began thrusting violently into it, a sight that truly opened my eyes – the over 20-centimeter-long lever was completely engulfed inside my wife!

Before long, my wife was drenched in sweat, her breathing heavy and labored, her eyes becoming increasingly unfocused. At that opportune moment, I forcefully inserted two fingers into her anus to join in the climax, vaguely able to feel the shape of the gear shift lever through the thin walls of her rectum and vagina.

Soon my wife ejaculated, her vaginal fluids soaking the entire gear shift lever. Twenty minutes later, my wife was already fast asleep, leaving me alone to drive home to the sound of Kenny G's saxophone.

(II)

Okay! Let's get back to the main topic. Why did I find that my wife wasn't staying obediently in the dormitory? There are three reasons: First, she's recently taken to ordering new dresses, but she rarely wears them. Second, she's been going out more often. Third, she's been spending more money.

At first, I didn't think much of it, even thinking that going out more was a good thing, to avoid getting bored and having her keep me company at night.

However, what confirmed my intuition was the company's new system. To effectively manage phone bills, the company authorized supervisors to check the call records of their assigned phones. I curiously tried this function, and it was indeed detailed; I saw unknown calls and strange internal extension numbers.

So I launched a tracking operation. I placed an NB (with a built-in 1.3 million pixel CCD) on my desk in my room and secretly used the remote control function to connect from the office back to my home computer to start the camera. The camera was set up to monitor the house during specific time periods. On the first day, I caught a big fish.

Around 10 a.m., after finishing dealing with emails from the previous night, I treated myself to a cup of coffee while remotely controlling the home computer. A little while later, a familiar figure appeared in front of the camera. My wife was posing in front of the mirror, repeatedly looking at her floral mini-skirt, seemingly hesitant. Shortly after, a phone call rang (I quickly noted the time), and my wife said a few words before hanging up. A moment later, someone seemed to knock on the door. Sure enough, two young, hot moms (born in 1969 and 1971) from the same dormitory building entered the room.

What I saw next almost made my nose bleed. The two moms simultaneously pulled up their skirts—goodness! One was wearing a thong, and the other was wearing white lace underwear (you can see the key points). (The area was completely black), while my wife, somewhat awkwardly, also lifted her skirt, revealing the familiar black panties with white embroidered patterns—the most conservative style among the three. The other two shook their heads upon seeing it. A short while later, my wife seemed to have made up her mind and took off her panties. The other two looked utterly bewildered and left the room with her.

I monitored this situation three times over five days. Strangely, they didn't seem to leave the dormitory, and their stays were short, usually about an hour or so, before heading to the restaurant for lunch. I checked the phone system and found it was the number for the massage center attached to the dormitory (the company partnered with an outside massage parlor, sending technicians to the dormitory daily), operating from 10 AM to midnight.

On a weekend evening, I casually asked my wife, "How's the massage at the company's partner massage center?" Caught off guard, my wife casually remarked, "It's not bad, but the masseuses are all male during the day. Female masseuses only come after we get off work in the evening." This cleared up all my doubts.

Another week began, and coincidentally, those two hot moms returned to Taiwan at the same time (I later heard from my wife that they were going to a male escort club in Taichung). I was even more curious to know what my wife was up to. She seemed to have slept restlessly the night before, like a primary school student going on a field trip.

Sure enough, I discovered an even bigger secret. As usual, I turned on the camera (thinking I was monitoring her a bit too early today), and saw my wife already standing in front of the full-length mirror, turning around, but this time she was completely naked. Even more surprising, my wife had trimmed her pubic hair, leaving only a pretty little triangle above her clitoris; all the pubic hair around her labia majora was shaved off (I knew this perfectly well; it was the result of my training).

Looking at my wife's high, full breasts and round, white buttocks, her voluptuous figure was on full display, making me, sitting in the office, feel "awe" and really want to rush back to my wife to vent my anger and beat her to death! Hehehe~~

Not long after, I saw my wife walk to the medicine box with a satisfied expression and take out Tiger Balm (at first I really didn't know what she was going to do). After applying some Tiger Balm to her fingers, she actually started rubbing her nipples, then the other nipple. Finally, she put on a black tight-fitting tank top and a white polka dot skirt (I remember that was the revealing skirt that my wife had complained about the tailor forgot to "make an lining" a few days ago. The last time she wore it, she kept asking me if it would be revealing, and I insisted that it wouldn't. But when I looked at her against the light on the street, her two jade legs and black high-cut underwear were completely visible. Later, she found out and I got a scolding). She put on pink pointed-toe Mary Jane shoes and went to get a massage. As I walked past the camera, I was suddenly struck by the amazing effect of the Tiger Balm: my nipples heated up and became erect, causing my breasts to bulge...

(III)

After that, my wife went out for another massage and never went back (later my wife told me that it was the young mother who suggested playing a trick on the two massage therapists; they were very young, about seventeen or eighteen. That's how it is in mainland China, young people start working). To be honest, my wife and the other therapists were enjoying the thrill of "voyeurism." During each massage, they would see the therapists desperately trying to peek under my wife's skirt and steal glances at my wife's breasts, especially when the therapists discovered that my wife wasn't wearing underwear.

At first, the therapists were a little suspicious, but after repeated peeping (or my wife intentionally or unintentionally spreading her legs slightly) to verify, wow! The young therapist's crotch instantly became erect, and a big bulge immediately appeared in front of his sweatpants, which made my wife enjoy the thrill of being voyeur even more.

On the last occasion, when my wife appeared in the massage room wearing a white tank top and super short black shorts with bulging nipples, the two therapists' eyes immediately lit up, and they rushed over to fawn over her. Finally, the two men, using the excuse of having no other customers, allowed my wife to enjoy a massage from both of them for the price of one. (Actually, they were just letting their hands roam freely over my wife's body!)

Especially when my wife was lying on the massage bed, with the two masseuses on either side each holding her feet and bending her legs into an M-shape to massage her groin, she reached a climax. At this point, her hot pants couldn't hide her M-shaped legs, and the crotch had already slipped to the side, revealing her moist and glistening vulva (my wife's labia minora were small and a very beautiful color), her erect clitoris, and her engorged labia. A trickle of fluid slowly flowed from her vagina, then down her buttocks to her anus.

When my wife's anus touched the warm, wet fluid, she couldn't help but tremble, followed by continuous uterine contractions leading to another climax. Fortunately, this climax saved my wife; otherwise, a moment later, she almost couldn't resist reaching out and grabbing the masseur's erect penis. Then, as you can imagine, she was immediately taken advantage of by those two little wolves, and they had a threesome with her until she was completely satisfied. This is also why my wife didn't dare to go later.

That Friday night, my wife was particularly attentive. She took a shower early and lay in bed waiting for me to watch TV together. Not long after we started watching, she reached out and touched my penis. I asked knowingly, "Why are you so enthusiastic tonight?" My wife replied without blushing or panting, "My period is coming. It'll be a long wait after this week."

That night, I spent a lot of time caressing my wife, from French kissing to licking all the way to her toes, inserting one finger into her vagina in sequence, then three. A lot of lubricant kept gushing out from her flower, flowing out of her vaginal opening and through her anus. I didn't miss this opportunity to discipline my wife's anus, inserting one, two, and three fingers at a time.

When both my front and back holes were almost fully developed, I took out the suction cup double-headed dildo I bought from the famous "Seven Color Valley Erotic Mall" on the mainland internet and attached it to the bedside table, indicating that my wife should sit on it. My wife readily and slowly inserted the double-headed dildo into her vagina and anus respectively, and then, while lifting her buttocks to play with the double-headed dildo, she began to caress her breasts.

That night I ejaculated three times, in my wife's mouth, vagina and anus respectively. It was incredibly pleasurable! After the truce, I suggested to my wife, who was lying in my arms, that we play a spying game. My wife gave a shy scolding and then nodded in agreement (I knew she would agree). That night, the two of us fell into a deep sleep with ulterior motives.

(IV)

After the great battle last night, my wife and I didn't wake up until almost noon. After we finished washing up, the buffet in the restaurant was already half-eaten and unappetizing, which seriously affected our appetite. On a whim, I decided to go out for dinner with my mother-in-law, and also to continue the spying game she had promised to play last night.

The weather in East China in late May is very pleasant, so my mother-in-law was dressed quite lightly, wearing a white polo shirt, and naturally, a white tennis skirt! (Because my mother-in-law and I use tennis as a form of exercise and weight loss). Looking at my mother-in-law's firm breasts and fair, shapely legs (the kind that are very straight with beautiful knees), if I weren't so hungry, I would have already gone for another round.

The restaurant had good food and a nice ambiance, attracting many local foreign businessmen (it was obvious this restaurant was run by Taiwanese). Because we arrived late and the weather was nice, the outdoor seating was already full, so we had to sit on the second floor. But luck was on my side; we happened to get a window seat (a floor-to-ceiling window), and from this seat, we could see the vast park in front of the restaurant and the winding river (this is common in the Jiangnan region).

While my wife was praising the scenery, the people below were also gazing at the blue sky (really?), actually all looking up at my wife's beautiful legs (a bit like feeding the fish at the Sun Yat-sen Memorial Hall). I was so happy I was practically grinning from ear to ear, and my wife, unaware of my excitement, asked me what I was laughing at. "The weather's nice, I'm in a good mood," I quickly replied.

After finishing the last sip of coffee and licking the cream off my lips, my wife suggested going to the city to buy a DVD. Reluctantly, I had to end the show and obediently go to pay the bill. But... at my insistence, my wife went to the restroom and took off her bra, hehehe! With a full stomach comes lust, and the game of voyeurism was about to begin.

It was quite a distance from the restaurant to the city, and since it was a holiday, there was some traffic. After several boring 90-second waits at red lights, I winked at my wife, signaling to start the game, but she disagreed. After exchanging glances at an intersection, I saw my wife pretend to shift her position, but actually slowly pull down her underwear and put it in her handbag, then look at me.

After seeing the expectant and admiring look in my eyes, Grandma grew bolder. Soon, she spread her legs wide (she was sitting behind the driver), lifted her tennis skirt to reveal her secret triangle and vulva, and then pressed her iPhone (PHS) against her genitals, begging me to call her, using the phone's vibration mode as a substitute for caresses. Grandma

's phone kept vibrating incessantly the whole way, and the driver must have been wondering why we weren't answering our calls.

After getting off the bus and disappearing into a small alley, we discovered that the DVD store was closed due to a crackdown on piracy, so we had no choice but to return to the roadside to wait for a ride home. My sharp-eyed wife suddenly asked me, "Why are there so many hot girls going in and out of that building across the street?" I replied expressionlessly, "It's a disco (what mainlanders commonly call a 'disco'). A mature woman like you shouldn't go there; it'll damage your confidence."

My wife didn't believe me and insisted on going in to see, even saying she'd pretend not to know me and see if anyone would approach her. Unable

to argue with her, I reluctantly agreed to go with her. When we first went in, there weren't many people; just a few people bouncing around on the bouncy floor (it really was like that, hence the name "disco"). So I deliberately kept a distance from my wife and sat separately.

Ironically, some people actually approached her, and soon she joined them on the dance floor. However, she seemed quite reserved; it turned out she was wearing a short skirt and hadn't had time to put her underwear back on after taking it off in the car, so her movements were awkward. But as time went on, she sometimes forgot.

From a distance, I could vaguely see Grandma's round, white buttocks being exposed, but it seemed not many people noticed, since Ah Lu was dressed much more revealingly. Soon after, they invited Grandma to their private room to rest and have some drinks.

The club's private room wasn't enclosed; it was an open, U-shaped design, with the side without walls facing the dance floor. A curtain hung over the door as a cover, also serving as a deterrent (was that even effective?). I quickly moved to a position about 30 degrees parallel to their room, at an angle close enough to be visible through the gap in the curtain.

Initially, they chatted with Grandma politely and offered her drinks, and Grandma gradually lowered her guard because of their hospitality. So, after finishing her own orange juice, she drank the cola they offered (Grandma's favorite).

Before long, Grandma's face turned bright red, and the group seemed to start behaving inappropriately. They would play with her hair (Grandma had long, straight, jet-black hair), pretend to scratch an itch to sneak a peek at her waist, and one guy sitting opposite her was desperately trying to peek under her skirt. Actually, Grandma was sitting on a low sofa, and her tennis shorts were almost halfway down her thighs. Her

fair, pink thighs were something no one wanted to touch, and because Grandma kept shifting her position to avoid the two guys sitting next to her, her legs were constantly parted, giving the voyeur an opportunity. Before long, he seemed to realize that Grandma wasn't wearing underwear and secretly told the others (Grandma told me this later).

Not long after, a man and two women (the women were also recruited) entered the private room. The two female workers seemed to be on ecstasy, appearing very high, their movements and laughter were loud, indicating the drugs were working well. Naturally, the men in the room began to grope them.

Towards the end, one of the women climbed onto the table and started dancing. Soon after, the other climbed up and they began shaking their heads wildly, twisting their waists and swaying their hips, caressing each other's bodies, and even using each other as poles, rubbing their thighs together.

Suddenly, one of the women jumped off the table and asked the old woman to join them. The old woman refused, vehemently objecting, as she wasn't wearing underwear and dared not climb up. Unable to persuade the old woman, they went back up and continued dancing. The old woman finally breathed a sigh of relief, but still sat below, enjoying the free pole dance.

After about ten minutes, the headbanging music ended with Sammi Cheng's radiant performance as the grand finale, and slower songs were played as an intermission for everyone to rest. Suddenly, the curtain in the private room was lifted. It turned out that two of the men had led the two girls out of the room towards the fire escape next to the toilet, undoubtedly to hide in a dark corner of the stairs for sex.

Now only the old woman and two younger men remained in the room, but they continued to urge her to climb onto the table and dance. The old woman resisted fiercely, but

eventually gave in and offered to dance a slow dance with them to try and get away with it. However, the slow dance proved to be more exciting. At first, the old woman danced a slow dance with one of them, who deliberately wanted her to wrap her arms around his neck while he wrapped his arms around her waist and danced slowly. As they danced, the old woman got tired and moved closer to him. At this point, her nipples were rubbing against his chest, and his crotch was already swollen, a hard bulge pressed against her full mons pubis.

As the friction continued, Grandma felt a soft, tingling sensation in her lower body, and the tight grip of a strange man's penis on her created a strange pleasure. She became less bothered by his hands rubbing and groping her buttocks. The man even gently lifted Grandma's skirt, deliberately exposing her buttocks to another person (I'm sure they could see her entire buttocks cleft). Of course, they both knew Grandma wasn't wearing underwear.

Grandma tried to stop him, but her hands were stuck on his neck, and when she tried to lower them, his hands would lock them. After several unsuccessful attempts, she gave up. He then became even more brazen, lifting Grandma's skirt completely. The other man went even further, squatting down to look, his face almost touching Grandma's buttocks.

Not long after, the man squatting on the ground made a new move. He stood up and pressed himself against the woman from behind, starting a threesome. The difference was that his hands were placed below her breasts, and his lower body was pressed directly against her buttocks, not through her skirt (which had been flipped up to her waist). The man in front then lifted up the front of her skirt and pressed his hot crotch against her as well.

From a distance, it looked as if the woman's skirt had been flipped up to her waist, exposing her naked lower body. Both her vital areas were being pressed tightly against by the men

's genitals, making it appear as if she were being gang-raped by two men, playing a threesome. The man in front spread the woman's white buttocks wide open with both hands, allowing the man behind to press his penis even closer to her anus. Meanwhile, the man behind had lifted up her top and reached around to fondle and fondle her round, white breasts.

In the end, the two men and one woman were having sex in the small private room, their pants still on. Because of her height, the woman was standing on her tiptoes, sandwiched between the two men, who were rhythmically thrusting into her. She couldn't help but open her cherry-like mouth and make sounds of pleasure. Hearing this seductive sound, the two men thrust even faster...

Suddenly, everything froze. The two men ejaculated at the same time, leaving the woman, still wanting more, still swaying her hips back and forth to meet their movements. The woman quickly realized her lapse in behavior, grabbed her purse, pulled down her shirt, and rushed out, leaving the man sprawled on the sofa. As she passed by me, she gave a strange smile.

(V)

Today was the day the woman was attending the Taiwanese businesswomen's online gathering, so she got up very early to prepare before leaving. When I arrived at the company, as usual, I turned on the webcam to see what my wife was wearing. She looked very mature and dignified, probably because she was attending a Taiwanese business gathering. She wore a black knee-length dress with many pleats on the bodice, giving the impression of attending a banquet.

However, what she wore underneath was anything but simple. She was wearing a black bodysuit of stockings that I had ordered online, a one-piece design from top to bottom. The bottom was a cutout design that exposed her buttocks (otherwise, how would she use the restroom?), and naturally, she wasn't wearing a bra.

After putting on a pair of matching black stiletto sandals, she hurriedly left. However, the gathering ended badly shortly after. Apparently, the self-service tea restaurant, which had promised discounts, refused to offer any, even charging half price to children under three. It seems Taiwanese businessmen doing business in mainland China these days are also learning from mainlanders and breaking their promises. Everyone was annoyed and announced the meeting was adjourned, promising to meet again another time. Grandma, feeling helpless, went to a nearby coffee shop for brunch.

After lunch, she stood by the roadside trying to hail a taxi, wondering whether to go straight home or, since she was out, to do some shopping. Just then, by sheer coincidence, she ran into the two massage therapists. It turned out they were on their day off and were out for a stroll.

After chatting for a while, Grandma was invited to a nearby self-service karaoke bar. Since she liked to sing and had never been to a karaoke bar in mainland China (I, on the other hand, go often), she went without hesitation.

At first, the atmosphere was a little awkward, as it was usually just customers and massage therapists. But after Grandma sang a few Japanese songs, the atmosphere became more relaxed. Plus, the air conditioning wasn't very good, and the room temperature rose, so Grandma drank two 355ml bottles of Budweiser. Sure enough, alcohol makes one bolder.

The two men kept flattering Grandma, praising her singing skills, her beauty, and her elegance, and they kept singing love songs with her. Before she knew it, Grandma had drunk too much, and soon she was half-lying on the sofa to rest. At this time, the two guys offered to massage Grandma to refresh her and sober her up. Grandma, without suspicion, readily agreed, and the two of them started massaging her from the front and the back.

At first, everything was fine and comfortable, so Grandma fell asleep without realizing it. After some time, she felt something was off, and with the alcohol wearing off, her senses began to return. However, instead of opening her eyes, she pretended to be asleep to see what the two men were doing.

To her horror, she discovered that she was lying on the sofa, her dress pulled up to her waist, exposing her entire lower body. Two hands were caressing her legs, particularly her inner thighs. The other man was even less restrained, his hands inside her shirt, rubbing her nipples with his thumb and forefinger, and occasionally cupping her breasts in circular motions.

Although Grandma felt uncomfortable, it was quite pleasurable, so she planned to wait until they stopped before pretending to wake up by chance. But people are never satisfied. Seeing that Grandma didn't react, they assumed she was fast asleep and became even bolder. At this moment, Grandma's legs were spread wide into a wide M shape, and her t-back shirt was pulled to the side, exposing her entire vulva and anus. Because there was a pillow under her lower body, everything was completely visible.

Grandma's labia minora were gently parted by two fingers, and a few words of praise came from within: "What a beautiful pink! Such a small and beautiful little pussy, and a pink anus too!" Hearing this made Grandma feel strangely comfortable.

At this moment, a trickle of love juice slowly flowed from Grandma's vagina, and the two men's eyes were fixed on Grandma's genitals, taking in everything. The two men simultaneously pulled down their pants, took out their penises, and prepared to release their lust.

One of them had a longer penis, so he placed his penis on Grandma's plump vulva and rubbed it back and forth, enveloping his penis in her labia. Grandma let out a soft moan, "Mmm~~" This sound made her cherry-like mouth open slightly, and in a flash, a hot, short, fat penis was shoved into her mouth and began to stroke it incessantly.

The guy behind her then knelt on the sofa, aimed his long, thin penis at Grandma's anus, and pressed the head of his penis hard against her chrysanthemum opening before stroking it himself.

(Why not just fuck my wife's pussy directly? Later, according to my wife, there were two reasons: First, she was afraid of committing rape. Does it make a difference? Second, because my wife's buttocks were being pushed up so high, her anus would naturally open, and as soon as she felt her anus open, she would immediately contract her anus to try to tighten it. This back and forth, her anus opening and closing seemed to be saying "Come fuck me," and coupled with her pink anus covered in love juice and shiny, it was even more arousing.)

Before long, my wife felt a penis head the size of a loquat break through her sphincter and slide into her body (my penis head is the size of an egg!). The thin penis that had just been rubbing against my wife's vulva was already covered in love juice and then penetrated deep into her forbidden zone, with about two-thirds of the penis submerged in my wife's rectum.

(Why was it so easy to penetrate her anus? First, the position was correct; second, there was enough lubrication; and third, she was well-developed by me. Basically, whenever we had sex, I would insert my fingers into her anus and train her at the same time. Sometimes, if her vagina was being fucked too hard and she couldn't take it anymore, I would switch to anal sex. The last and most important point is that her anus is exceptionally gifted. I deflowered her anus the second time we had sex, and the shame she felt from having her anus penetrated also brought him to orgasm.)

The two of them moved carefully, one in front and one behind, so as not to wake her. Finally, they both ejaculated into her mouth and anus. The semen of the two strange men slowly flowed from the corners of her mouth and anus. Her body felt a tingling sensation and she experienced pleasurable pleasure. Afterward, the two men gently wiped her clean with tissues to avoid leaving any trace. Not long after, she woke up, ending this threesome at the karaoke bar.

(VI)

Recently, the wives have been playing the "Love's Little Hands" game out of sheer boredom. They even brought tools and dice from Taiwan and used their peer group to force everyone to play. They're incredibly ruthless when it comes to hitting people—slapping palms, buttocks, and soles of feet with deafening noise, causing everyone to cry out in pain, yet they still play it every day with great enthusiasm.

Strangely enough, the wife is rarely hit, while the other wives, usually quick-witted and sharp-tongued, are often the ones who get hit badly. This shows that being sharp-tongued doesn't necessarily equate to being good at math.

The two young wives mentioned earlier were indignant about this, leading to a rather explicit episode of "Love's Little Hands," with all three of them being victims, which I will now recount.

The young wife, being bad at math, suggested changing the rules: go to a public place for a voyeuristic adventure, and the person with the least courage would be punished—their breasts, buttocks, and genitals! At first, my wife didn't want to participate, but she couldn't escape their persistent pestering (actually, she was probably addicted), so she decided to go to McDonald's for breakfast on Monday morning and find a partner for a game one! On

Monday morning, I saw my wife on video call wearing a white lace strapless bra, matching lace high-waisted panties, a low-cut black shirt, and a black mini skirt, looking like an office lady, complete with white open-toe stilettos.

The three of them ate their discounted breakfast while looking for suitable partners. Around 10 a.m., a young man showed up at her door, mainly conducting surveys on the street and at various crowded spots. My wife was the first person surveyed. After about ten minutes, my wife, citing that it was inconvenient to see the questions while sitting face-to-face, moved to sit next to the man. But by then, she had already unbuttoned two buttons of her shirt, deliberately revealing her white lace bra for the man to feast his eyes on.

The questionnaire ended quickly, and Grandma received a small jar of hand cream. Then the second lady took her turn! As soon as she took off her jacket, Grandma knew she was doomed! Wearing a super low-cut V-neck top with a low-cut back (like actresses walking the red carpet at a film festival), the two pieces of fabric barely covering her 36D breasts, she swayed as she went to take the questionnaire, returning with a jar of body lotion (sure enough, the quality differed).

The third lady returned with a jar of face cream, and we knew she was the champion of exposure. It turned out this woman wasn't wearing a bra at all; she simply lay face down on the table, using the excuse of looking at the questionnaire to expose her entire white breasts, including her nipples, to a strange man. Game 1 ended, the strange man, who had unexpectedly gotten a feast for the eyes, was the biggest winner, and Grandma was the loser.

Back in the dormitory, the three of them came to my room to punish Grandma, the loser. Half-heartedly, my mother-in-law was forced to remove her top and bra, kneeling in the center of the bed (my mother-in-law is a simple and persistent person, but once her competitive spirit or temper is aroused, she can be quite daring; I have learned this the hard way, which I will describe in a later side story) to receive "love education."

Because hitting her breasts with "love's little hands" was too painful, they changed to a pinching game. More than a dozen clothespins were clamped onto my mother-in-law's breasts, with the largest clothespins used on her nipples, flattening them (afterwards, my mother-in-law said that although it hurt, there was a continuous surge of pleasure, and her panties were already soaked). Then, each clothespin was tied together with yarn to a banana, and she was then required to shake her breasts vigorously to shake off all the clothespins.

Seeing this scene on the video, I was truly aroused, and a surge of heat coursed through my lower abdomen. Just as my wife's last clothespin came off, my penis reached its peak erection. If someone hadn't knocked on the door, I probably would have had to wash my underwear at the office.

My competitive wife was determined to participate in Game 2 to redeem herself, but the outcome disappointed her again. This time, the location was Starbucks, and she went first! She deliberately wore the very thin skirt mentioned earlier and intentionally stood by the floor-to-ceiling window on the third floor of Starbucks, letting the warm autumn sun stream in, subtly exposing her lower body to the only middle-aged male customer on the third floor. Judging from his astonished expression, it was clear she wasn't wearing underwear.

But this wasn't a perfect ending. The second woman also went without underwear, and her ultra-short skirt "coincidentally" led her to the middle-aged man, bending down to adjust her high heels, exposing about half of her buttocks—enough to reveal her anus.

The third champion retained her throne. She too, wearing a short skirt and no underwear, sat on the bar stool in front of the middle-aged man, flipping through a magazine while alternating the position of her legs (like Sharon Stone in *The Sixth Sense*). Her final blow to the middle-aged man was a five-minute-long display of her legs spread wide, her entire vulva exposed.

Just one minute after the man rushed into the bathroom, the three hurriedly left Stark, ending the match, and prepared to return to my room to punish my mother-in-law.

This time, she quickly removed her lower body clothing, lying naked in the center of the bed, her round, white buttocks raised high, ready to receive the "hands of love." But it wasn't just a few slaps; the two men went to great lengths to torture her, using their hands to caress her buttocks, making her feel comfortable and ticklish, lowering her guard, and then suddenly striking her hard.

Alternatively, they would use their small hands to stimulate the cleft between the woman's labia majora and groin, repeatedly shaking it to stimulate her genitals from a distance. Later, they even made her spread her legs wide so they could slap her inner thighs, while also hitting her full mons pubis, slapping it several times as many times as she could tolerate.

After thirty minutes, her buttocks and inner thighs were bright red, no longer the original snow-white skin. Finally, the punishment ended in an invasive and playful manner. The "love hands" were suddenly inserted into her genitals, and then the two men fled the scene as if they had caused trouble, ending this absurd game.

I was very angry watching from the other end of the camera, but then I also felt a strange pleasure in the woman being sexually abused. I wondered if the woman on the other end of the camera felt the same way as me. She didn't resist or get angry throughout the process. I wondered if she accepted the bet, fully enjoyed the pleasure, or if she had a masochistic tendency.

Fifteen minutes later, I got my answer. Grandma stood naked on the edge of the bed, one leg straddling the bed. Her breasts were covered with a dense array of clothespins, all tied to the other end with yarn. The other end of the double-headed dildo moved in and out of Grandma's body, pulling the clothespins on her breasts to their limit with each thrust. As the intensity of the sadomasochistic sensation increased, Grandma increased the speed of the dildo's thrusts.

Just as Grandma was pushing the dildo against her clitoris with incredible speed and power, reaching the deepest part of her cervix, an even more wicked thought welled up in my mind!

Game 3's final battle was about to begin!

(VII)

The night before Game 3, Grandma seemed restless and agitated, becoming even more uneasy after nightfall. She tossed and turned, unable to sleep, getting up several times to rummage through the wardrobe, seemingly worrying about what to wear the next day. I was secretly delighted, knowing that tomorrow would be a good show!

The next morning, I informed my assistant that I had to attend a conference call in the conference room and that no one else should disturb me.

*** *** *** ***

After brewing myself a pot of good tea, I hid in the conference room to watch the show via video. Sure enough, my mother-in-law was already changing in front of the dressing mirror.

Today, she had also chosen the same black bodysuit I bought online, but unlike last time, not only was the crotchless design open, but the bodice also had two holes in the chest area. Her two fair breasts popped out from the bodysuit, their firm peaks and luscious pink nipples making one want to cup them in their hands and caress them, rubbing her tender nipples with their thumb and forefinger. Her high, plump buttocks were also exposed from the crotch, the full, thick mons pubis and a tuft of black pubic hair making one even more lustful, wanting to part the clouds and explore the paradise.

Grandma wore a one-piece black knee-length dress paired with red stiletto heels and a white silk scarf around her neck, exuding a noble and dignified air with a touch of allure.

Soon, she picked up her small bag and headed out.

*** *** *** ***

This time, their destination was the newly completed library. Because it was newly opened and not a holiday, it would be a perfect venue for the race.

Around nine o'clock, Grandma and her two companions arrived at the library. After circling it once, they each grabbed a book and sat separately, pretending not to know each other.

This time, Grandma was smarter; she didn't rush ahead but instead took the lead.

Ten minutes later, Xiao Chun, with the largest bust, started running. She slowly walked to the corner bookshelf, squatted down next to a man, and pretended to look for a book. In fact, Xiao Chun's loose top could no longer conceal her 36E breasts, revealing them openly to the man, who appeared to be in his early twenties.

She squatted on the ground for a good five or six minutes, allowing the man to go from secretly watching to openly looking. (Actually, mainland women aren't afraid of being looked at at all.)

Suddenly, Xiao Chun stood up and exchanged a few words with the man. Then, the man suddenly slipped his hand inside Xiao Chun's collar and began to caress her. Xiao Chun's breasts were kneaded and swayed wildly. During this time, Xiao Chun buried the man's face deep between her breasts, deliberately glancing in the direction of her mother-in-law and Xiao Qi as a show of defiance.

After this scene of eroticism ended, her mother-in-law curiously asked Xiao Chun what she and the man had said. Xiao Chun then pulled out RMB 20 from between her breasts.

All the mysteries were solved!

*** *** *** ***

The second one to set off, Xiao Qi, was no pushover either; she possessed the longest legs in the family, measuring 42 inches. Today she was wearing a red tartan kilt, but with purple stockings and black leather ankle boots.

Honestly, I prefer beautiful legs to big breasts, especially when a woman's long, shapely legs are wrapped around your waist during sex—that feeling is even better.

Xiaoqi chose the reading area, which was sparsely populated and not very lively.

She selected a middle-aged man sitting on a sofa and brazenly sat down next to him, reading a magazine. The man began to suspect her choice; why sit next to him when there were so many other seats available?

Soon, Xiaoqi intentionally or unintentionally let her legs touch the man's body. After one, two, three times, the man couldn't help but start talking to Xiaoqi.

Then the same thing happened: the man's hands began to roam and caress Xiaoqi's legs. Slowly, Xiaoqi opened her legs, revealing her underwear, allowing the man to penetrate deeper and enjoy his pleasure. However, judging from Xiaoqi's expression, the man was rude and impatient, making Xiaoqi very uncomfortable.

Just as Xiaoqi frowned most deeply, she pulled the man's hand out from under her skirt, leaving the bewildered man behind, and turned to leave. Meanwhile, Granny and Xiaochun rushed forward to increase the crowd and prevent the man from harassing her further.

The situation was truly unfavorable for Granny; if she didn't use her ultimate move, she might suffer a third consecutive defeat. The two women on the sidelines were gloating, displaying expressions that suggested Granny was destined to lose. Granny was not one to be easily provoked or forced to admit defeat; she not only wanted to win, but to win bigger and more thoroughly.

*** *** *** ***

At this moment, the three moved to another floor dedicated to k-books.

It was nearly noon, and only one table remained in the k-book center, occupied by two people who appeared to be high school or middle school students. (It was later confirmed that the two were brothers; the older brother, a first-year high school student, was helping his younger brother, a third-year junior high student, with math. But why they didn't have class today, don't ask me, because I don't know either. It's probably because Sogo is still crowded on non-holidays!)

Grandma walked towards the two brothers and sat down opposite them at the table. Then, she took out a small piece of paper from her bag, wrote some words on it, and handed it to the brothers. The two brothers were shocked when they read the contents of the paper.

The two left their seats and went to the side to have an internal struggle. After whispering among themselves, they returned to their seats, and the younger brother nodded in agreement. Grandma looked as if a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders, and she got up and walked towards the boys' restroom.

As Grandma passed by Chun and Qi, the two couldn't help but shiver. Their sixth sense told them—they were doomed!

(8) The Three's Company:

Is the Men's Restroom Okay? Grandma and the two brothers entered a restroom for disabled people because it was spacious and had two parallel iron handrails on both sides at waist height for support to stand up.

What followed was an awkward silence... So Grandma spoke first, explaining that they were having a contest to see who was more charming and could be a heartthrob, so...

This was, of course, a lie, and the two brothers nodded in agreement. Then the younger brother asked Grandma how old she was (how rude! To ask such a question!), and Grandma honestly said she was in her early thirties. This caused a stir, because the brothers' mother had married young and was also that age.

At this moment, the older brother said, "How could that be? I thought my sister was 25 or 26!" This made his wife very happy. He also said that his wife was dressed very beautifully and took good care of herself, and didn't look like she was the same age as their mother at all. (Of course! Do you know how much skincare products I spend on my wife every year?)

Suddenly, they heard someone approaching the door of the men's restroom, about to enter.

The three of them panicked, afraid of being discovered as six-legged creatures, so they changed their formation. The wife sat on the toilet tank, the younger brother squatted on the toilet, facing his wife, his face just above her chest, and the older brother stood facing outwards.

This way, from the outside, only a pair of legs could be seen, leaving no clue. After the person left, the three of them couldn't help but laugh. This laughter relieved the awkwardness and started a new game.

At this moment, the younger brother suddenly blurted out, "Sister, you smell so good~" It turned out that he was right next to his wife's chest, and at that moment he was staring at her breasts. Unfortunately, whether from nervousness or excitement, Grandma's nipples became erect.

The older brother added, "Sister, could we skip your hundred dollars, but could you let us see your breasts?" That's when I realized Grandma was offering them a hundred dollars as payment for their victory.

The two men stared intently at Grandma's breasts, and Grandma, fearing that refusing their request would lead to them leaving immediately and giving her away, gently nodded and began pulling down her clothes, revealing half of her white, plump breasts. (Remember? Grandma was wearing a sexy black mesh bodysuit with two holes in the front to expose her breasts.)

The younger brother curiously asked, "Why doesn't Mom have this kind of underwear?" (So these two brats must often steal Mom's underwear...) Grandma's face turned pale, and she quickly said it was brought back from abroad.

To distract herself, Grandma pulled her top down further, revealing her full breasts. Her white breasts stood erect, round and firm like ripe peaches, showing no signs of sagging or loosening, but rather curving upwards in an arc. The two brothers' eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Suddenly, the younger brother lunged forward and began sucking on Grandma's left nipple. Before Grandma could even stop him, the older brother rushed forward and took her other nipple in his mouth, sucking greedily as well.

Now, the two men were servicing Grandma's ample breasts, sometimes gently biting her nipples with their teeth. This sent shivers down Grandma's spine, and she began to feel a growing, almost genuine, arousal. She wrapped her arms around the brothers' heads, pressing them closer to her chest, and the two men worked even harder to please her ample breasts and satisfy her desires!

Not long after, the old woman felt a growing emptiness in her lower body. At this moment, the two brothers seemed to have agreed beforehand and stopped what they were doing, asking, "We want to make you feel more comfortable, sister. Do you have any new requests?"

The old woman then said, somewhat teasingly, "I like people to lick my toes." She also shook off her red high heels and raised her toes in front of her brother. Without thinking, the brother picked up the old woman's jade feet with both hands and put each toe, still attached to the black stockings, into his mouth. The younger brother immediately followed his brother's lead and gently put each toe of the old woman's right foot into his mouth.

Grandma had never imagined they would do it, nor had she ever imagined it would feel so good. Filled with guilt, she decided to go all out, straddling the armrests at both ends. Between her legs was a thin black lace panty, through which a few curly, dark pubic hairs peeked out, clearly revealing the shape of her labia. Her wet vulva formed an irregular circle.

When Grandma removed her panty, only two pieces—no, four pieces—revealed her bright red labia minora. She then spread her legs as wide as possible, her anus wide open, completely exposed to the brothers, and began to play with her genitals with her fingers for about five minutes.

At this moment, the old woman was performing in front of two strange men like an AV actress. Her left hand rubbed her breasts, while her right hand gently caressed her inner thighs, occasionally rubbing her vulva to show the two brothers her obscene wetness… It was gradually becoming wet, glistening with lustful fluid overflowing her labia, revealing her yearning desire…

Then, the old woman reached over and touched the brother's crotch, gently caressing his penis, and kneading his scrotum in a circular motion with her palm. Soon, she slipped her hand inside his sports pants and grasped his penis. At that moment, the brother's penis was hard and hot. Since this was the first time she had held another man's penis, it felt exceptionally stimulating, and she quickly reached her first orgasm.

The wife slowly pulled down the brother's pants, revealing his already erect penis. She quickly used her hand to manipulate it, trying to make it even larger. Under the stimulation of his mother's ministrations, the older brother couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated with a "Oh!" His mother couldn't dodge in time, and the semen sprayed all over her face.

She then tried to turn her attention to her younger brother, but was greatly disappointed when she reached inside, finding only a limp penis and a pool of sticky semen. Young people really do lack self-control.

Hehe! Unable to resist, the mother took out both brothers' penises and began to hold and stroke them, carefully caressing the glans.

"So good!" the brothers exclaimed in unison, and the wife stroked their penises even more vigorously.

After an unknown amount of time, all that could be heard was the mother's continued lewd moans and stroking. Finally, two hard, hot iron rods appeared. Grandma was overjoyed at the sight. She quickly gestured for her younger brother to sit on the toilet tank, while she herself moved towards his young, smooth penis, covered only with sparse pubic hair. At the same time, she straddled the iron handrail with her left leg, opening her entire vulva wide, demanding that her brother penetrate her from behind to satisfy her thirsty mouths, enjoying the pleasure of having two men at once.

Just then, the men's restroom door was unexpectedly pushed open, accompanied by a soft voice: "Is anyone in there?" It turned out that Chun and Qi were worried that Grandma might get into trouble if she stayed in there too long (actually, quite the opposite; they had inadvertently ruined Grandma's good time). They deliberately did this!

Grandma had no choice but to quickly tidy her clothes, re-fasten her red high heels, wipe the semen from her face and hair with tissues, and leave the men's restroom.

Undoubtedly, Grandma was the ultimate victor in this game! Xiao Chun and Xiao Qi were also severely punished by their mother-in-law.

This story will be continued later.

(IX)

This happened last week. Another colleague in our department had just completed a new project, so as is customary, a celebration banquet was held to let everyone eat and drink to relieve the hard work of the tight project schedule.

I wasn't originally on the list of participants, but since those people were all old acquaintances and we'd worked on several projects together, my wife and I were having coffee at Starbucks at the time. However, we couldn't resist the persistent nagging of the drunkards. Even using my wife as a weapon, I couldn't refuse, so I had no choice but to bring my family (my wife was quite happy, as she had been saying she wanted to experience a KTV hotel).

It wasn't late when we arrived at the hotel. When we entered the private room, everyone was either passed out or drunk. My colleague, who usually has a low alcohol tolerance, suddenly became very energetic when he saw me come in, insisting that I be punished with three drinks for being late, and that my wife should also be punished with three drinks. I have two principles: first, I don't argue with drunk people; second, if someone asks me to drink three drinks, I will definitely drink three drinks back.

So, my colleague, who claimed to be able to get drunk after just three drinks, collapsed after six glasses of red wine that my wife and I toasted him. As soon as the main character passed out, everyone scattered like birds. I had no choice but to escort my colleague, Ah-Qiang, back to his room (actually, it was just upstairs; many KTV hotels in mainland China are actually restaurants combined).

At this point, I noticed a KTV hostess following him closely. Upon asking, I learned that Ah-Qiang was so drunk that he mistook two hundred US dollars for two hundred RMB, but this was the amount for a long-term stay (meaning sleeping all night without counting the number of times). Based on her professional ethics (actually, she couldn't bear to part with the US dollars), the KTV hostess insisted on serving Ah-Qiang all night, so she stayed close. Since I wasn't paying, it didn't matter, so I let her in.

Then tragedy struck: Ah-Qiang vomited all over the KTV hostess. She had no choice but to go back and change before coming back. My wife and I could only stare at the soundly sleeping Ah-Qiang. Speaking of A-Qiang's drinking capacity, it's truly legendary and has shocked the entire dormitory. Back in his school days, he once drank a can of Taiwan Beer and became completely drunk. His roommate (that's me) had to carry him, along with his bunk bed, to the hallway, between the boys' toilet and bathroom. He woke up in the middle of the night, and his screams woke up the entire boys' dormitory.

Another time, he went to a local chicken restaurant for braised chicken with rice wine. After drinking two large bowls of chicken soup, he became completely drunk and couldn't be woken up. In the end, he was thrown into the fish pond, clothes and all. He woke up, climbed out of the pond, and fell asleep on the grass next to it. To put it simply, A-Qiang's drinking capacity is 99% boldness, 1% tolerance, and then he gets completely drunk.

Anyway, it's not a good idea for my wife and me to just keep watching her sleep, but we have to hold out until K-mei comes back, so... I grabbed my wife and started kneading her breasts inside her collar.

At first, Grandma was coy, but she had known Ah Qiang for a while and knew he wouldn't wake up. Soon, she boldly pulled up her shirt, revealing a pair of large, white breasts and nipples that were turning from pink to fleshy red. Her nipples were already swollen and erect.

Grandma spontaneously cupped her breasts with her hands and slowly and delicately stroked her nipples with her thumbs and forefingers, occasionally pressing them gently into her breasts and stretching them to their limit in a self-destructive manner before releasing them.

As her lust intensified, her movements became more intense. She roughly squeezed and shook her breasts, while her lower body swayed back and forth, rubbing against my right leg. Seeing that the time was right, I pushed Grandma onto the bed and ripped off her skirt, revealing her wanton lower body.

A thin black thong was nestled tightly in her fair buttocks, the thin line barely concealing her tender vulva, fully exposing her labia majora and fine pubic hair, proclaiming this sexy and mysterious area.

Without hesitation, I pulled off her panties. Because she was lying face down on the bed with her buttocks raised, her labia minora were slightly parted, revealing her full, rosy vagina. I gently pried open her smooth, delicate, and elastic labia majora, which were still a beautiful pink, with only the edges showing a slight darker red.

I then used my fingers to spread her vulva wider, revealing her pink clitoris, the vaginal opening wet and glistening, tempting with vaginal fluid. I slowly slid my middle finger into her vulva and began to move it gently. I could feel her uterus contracting and her warm, hot vagina gripping my finger. She also reached down to her clitoris, stroking her swollen, protruding clitoris.

I discreetly withdrew my middle finger and slowly inserted it, now dripping with her love juice, into my mother-in-law's anus. Then I inserted my middle and ring fingers into her vagina.
My mother-in-law loved this simultaneous stimulation of her clitoris, vagina, and anus. This pleasure was intoxicating, and it was one of the strategies for training her to enjoy anal sex. This kind of caressing made her vagina feel even emptier, and under such circumstances, she would be more accepting of further training, eventually becoming a wife who would sleep with anyone.

Actually, I had a purpose in having my wife lie face down on the bed. With my timely adjustment of the angle, her head was now buried between my colleague's legs. He had just vomited and was all messy, so I had taken off all his clothes except for his underwear. This guy is a fan of silk underwear (honestly, it feels cool and comfortable to wear). His penis, due to the alcohol, was incredibly swollen. Through the transparency of his silk underwear, the bulging veins were clearly visible, and the glans was protruding from the top edge of the underwear, revealing a glans the size of an egg. I'm sure my wife could see it clearly.

Seeing that the time was right, I deliberately increased the speed of my finger movements, causing my wife's upper body to arch slightly in excitement. Then, I pushed her face against my colleague's penis, and then deliberately shook her buttocks from behind, rubbing her face against his penis.

Soon, my mother-in-law seemed to understand my intentions. She gently licked my colleague's penis through his silk panties with her tongue, licking it continuously, even taking his testicles into her mouth and then spitting them out. With her efforts, the entire shape of his penis was licked out.

Finally, she opened her mouth and gently took my colleague's penis into her cherry-

like mouth. Whether it was because she was enjoying it too much or because she was protesting against me, she made "woo-woo-woo-woo" sounds from time to time. After a while, my mother-in-law seemed to get tired of her mouth, so she gestured for me to enter, but I refused, saying that I had drunk too much alcohol and my penis was not hard enough. However, I asked my mother-in-law to perform a more erotic and stimulating performance to arouse me even more.

My wife must have been itching so badly her brain was pounding. Without thinking, she changed position to be perpendicular to my colleague, kicked off her white high heels, and spread her legs, clad in black stockings, wide open. She placed her left foot on my colleague's penis, rubbing and caressing his testicles with the stockings. Incredibly, she placed her right foot near his mouth, gently prying open his lips and inserting her toes so he could lick them (I feel a little bad for my colleague). Meanwhile, her hands weren't idle; one hand caressed her breasts and her vulva.

At this point, she looked at me lewdly, but I still shook my head. So, she put on another performance: she straddled my colleague's head and squatted down, displaying her entire vulva in front of me and my drunken colleague (don't blame me if you didn't see it; it's your fault for not being able to hold your liquor).

Her wet, glistening vulva shone brightly, revealing tender red labia minora peeking out from among the thick, curly pubic hair. The labia, already slightly parted in excitement, formed a fleshy slit, and dripping nectar clung to her colleague's lips.

Then, she pressed her entire vulva against his face, using his nose and mouth to soothe her thirsty, itchy vulva. His face was soaked with her fluids. Sometimes, when her vulva remained pressed against his face for too long, I worried he might suffocate, becoming a ghost beneath a woman's embrace.

Gradually, my enormous penis began to awaken. Seeing her prey, she unleashed her final move: the 69 position. This time, she was on top. She bent his legs into an "M" shape, then took his testicles into her mouth, sucking and swallowing. Her left hand stroked his penis, while her right index finger gently teased his anus. Then, she used her "dragon drill" technique to lick his anus and chrysanthemum.

At this point, my wife was no longer a dignified and virtuous wife, but had transformed into a sex beast, a lustful and thirsty female beast, desperately needing a man's hot iron rod to fill her empty vagina; at this moment, I had already transformed into a villain, determined to humiliate this lewd wife.

I rushed onto the bed, pulled my mother-in-law's upper body up, and shoved my hot penis into her mouth, pushing it deep into her throat. I held her head tightly with both hands, forcing her mouth against my body, not giving her any room to breathe. But instead of escaping, she wrapped her arms around my waist, pushing my penis into her mouth as if afraid I would run away.

But a sex beast is a sex beast; she not only wanted to satisfy her mouth above, but also her lower body. My colleague's drunken penis had already been stuffed into her vagina, all the way in, until the entire root was completely submerged in her thirsty lower body.

She frantically twisted her waist to meet the thrusts of my penis, while shouting, "So good... Fuck me... Harder... Fuck my pussy... I'm a bitch... Hurry up and gang rape me... Fuck my... asshole..." and other extremely obscene and lewd words.

The time was ripe, so I gestured for my wife to turn around and face my colleague. I held her buttocks, making them stick up and expose her anus. Then I smeared some saliva on my penis and slowly inserted it into my wife's anus.

"Ah...ah...ah..." my wife groaned, because two men's penises were inserted into her vagina and anus. "Ah...ah...I...can't...take it...it's so full...so comfortable..."

Listening to my wife's pleading moans, my penis in her vagina felt the pressure of my colleague's penis. I moved slowly to feel the friction between my wife's vagina and anus and the pressure between the two penises. My wife was being penetrated by two penises in her vagina and anus. How lewd she was!

This feeling was too much for even a seasoned veteran like me. A stream of semen shot into my wife's anus, while my colleague's semen shot into my wife's vagina at the same time. From my mother-in-law's eyes, I knew the time had come. She was almost finished being trained, becoming a dutiful wife by day and a sex slave by night!

Before the semen had completely drained, I used two bananas—the fruit provided by the hotel—to insert into her vagina and anus respectively. Then I ordered her not to wear any clothes, only her black stockings and the long black leather coat she wore in late autumn. Afterwards, we moved to the bustling hotel lobby to enjoy the shame of being watched and being naked with two foreign objects inserted into her genitals.

Not long after, K-mei returned after showering and changing. I gave K-mei a proper talking-to, telling her to take good care of my colleague. Sure enough, my colleague later said that the feeling that night was amazing, even though he was completely drunk. And he didn't know that although he slept with K-mei, he was also "fucked" by his wife, who said his penis ached for days before it felt better. Hehe...

Postscript:

That night, after leaving the hotel, we didn't go home immediately. Instead, we took my mother-in-law to a brothel in a dark alley that K-mei had recommended, a place that catered to K-mei's sexual desires. The astonished expressions on the faces of the two male prostitutes when they saw a woman take off her trench coat, revealing only high-top black stockings underneath, were truly hilarious.

Even more astonishing was their eyes practically popping out of their sockets when they pulled two bananas out of my mother-in-law's genitals. I paid the two prostitutes five hundred yuan and then stood by, watching them caress my mother-in-law's entire body (the rule was only caressing, no intercourse).

I saw my mother-in-law constantly twisting her body to meet the prostitutes' caresses, and at the same time, I kept hearing the prostitutes say to her, "I've never seen such a slutty woman... She's so good at twisting her waist, she must be very good at catering to men... I wonder how much she costs a month to keep her? Her asshole opens and closes so well, she must really enjoy being fucked in the ass..." and so on.

One of the young male prostitutes almost couldn't resist saying to me, "Boss, let me pay you instead, can you let me have sex with this woman?"

In the end, my wife spent a strange late autumn night in a very blissful position. She was held up in the air by the two male prostitutes, her legs spread wide in an M-shape. The prostitutes then took turns licking, sucking, and kneading her large breasts.

At the same time, her hands were placed in front of the male prostitutes' crotches, each hand and penis used to manipulate their penises to please them. I, on the other hand, fucked her hard twice, from both front and back. By the end, her vulva and anus were red and swollen, and her anus was so open it could barely close.

When we finished and left, the male prostitute playfully stuffed the two bananas back into her vagina. When she returned to my car, she couldn't help but sob softly… This was my wife's joyful melody!

(X)

Goodbye! (Above)

When my wife took off her coat, revealing her beautiful breasts and the thick, dark forest of her pubic hair, the air around us seemed to freeze. Only Yoshio's breathing and my own heartbeat could be heard.

Rewind to three days earlier. When Yoshio and I walked out of the conference room, the words, "I'm leaving!" abruptly pulled me back from the euphoria of signing off on the new model. It was something I had expected, but a sense of loss still lingered.

Yoshio was a close friend of mine, despite our age difference. He came from the renowned i company and served as the top executive in this business group. However, the seeds of this ending were sown when i company withdrew from the industry two and a half years ago and sold it to the Chinese company L. I remember when we first collaborated on the development of the new model; it was a formidable challenge for both i company, which always prided itself on independent development and superior technology, and our company. Through numerous meetings and specification discussions, we gradually built a consensus of mutual trust and agreement.

The high yield rate of the first collaborative model after its official mass production at the factory further solidified our friendship. Whenever Yoshio-san came to China on business, we would always go out for meals together after work, travel to Suzhou, Shanghai, and Hangzhou, or enjoy a simple malt whiskey or shochu that Yoshio-san brought from Japan in the hotel's piano lounge, chatting aimlessly while jointly cursing the senseless management system.

Perhaps Yoshio-san and I had such a good understanding and got along so well because we weren't from the same company, which allowed us to avoid some of the boring interpersonal relationships and gossip. Or perhaps we had a common enemy—the company—or perhaps there were too many possibilities… It was fate! I thought.

That night, Yoshio-san and I sat facing each other in the lounge, drinking together, when suddenly Yoshio-san announced that he was not only leaving the company but also divorcing his wife. Actually, we had discussed this issue before. There was an unresolved unease between Yoshio-san and his wife. They lived a quiet life, only remaining under the same roof due to their social status and family ties. This time, Yoshio-san wanted both of them to seek freedom and happiness, while also ushering in a new chapter for his life after he turned 60.

When Yoshio-san was half-drunk, he suddenly said to me, "I haven't touched a woman in ten years. I think I might not be able to anymore. I wonder if I could have the chance to hold a soft, warm female body and sleep with her for one night before I leave this world?"

When I got home, my wife noticed I was downcast. After I told her about this, she also felt very sorry for Yoshio-san. Although she had never met him, she had heard about Yoshio-san countless times from me.

The next day, Saturday morning, after brunch, my wife suddenly said to me, "Maybe we should help Yoshio-san..."

Around 9:10 p.m. that night, I sat on the edge of the bed watching my wife get dressed. Tonight, my wife was wearing a black bodysuit with lace trim that reached her calves (these are very popular stockings right now; you can see them everywhere on the street), and a matching black mini skirt (about 20 centimeters above her knees). Her top was a white chiffon blouse, through which you could vaguely see her slightly protruding, flesh-pink nipples.

Is that all? Of course not! I specially bought those black bodysuit stockings for my wife! A cutout at the crotch was a must. My wife, in a playful mood, took the red Chinese knot that had been hanging at the door for Chinese New Year and used it as underwear. She cut the top of the knot, making two strands, and wrapped them around her slender waist, tying a knot at the back for security.

The decorative part of the knot rested perfectly on her full mons pubis, while the bottom strand went around her crotch, through her buttocks, and back to the knot at her waist, forming a T-shape that crossed and was tied together. The tassels at the bottom of the knot hung down naturally. Think of it as a Chinese knot's t-back.

Then, my wife put on a long spring coat, thoughtfully tied a pink scarf around her neck, and we went out together, arm in arm. As she knelt down to put on her black stilettos, the knot's strands were already deeply embedded in her crotch, and you could vaguely see glistening moisture reflecting from her vulva. When I ran into other colleagues at the dormitory entrance, my wife complimented me, saying my face was flushed and I looked especially beautiful. She was practically beaming with pride.

Finally, the special night began…

After arriving at the hotel, I deliberately separated from my wife and entered the lounge on the 35th floor one after the other. About twenty minutes later (I just received an urgent call from the company), I entered the lounge and headed to my familiar seat. By then, Yoshio-san had already finished a glass of water.

After some rambling, unrelated conversation, I mysteriously asked Yoshio-san if he had seen Liang Mei. Yoshio-san pointed to the bar area, and sure enough, my wife was sitting there, with a chubby American fly buzzing around her.

I was right! My wife's temperament and looks were definitely Yoshio-san's type (she even graduated from a Japanese literature department in university). No wonder I worked as a gigolo in a club on Zhongshan North Road before I went to the military.

I turned to Yoshio-san and said casually, "That's the gift I'm giving you tonight." I picked up the room key from the table and walked towards the madam, leaving Yoshio-san stunned. After saying "excuse me" to the fat fly, I placed the key next to her cocktail: "10 minutes later," I said. Now there was another fat fly standing there, dumbfounded.

When the madam took off her coat, revealing her beautiful breasts and thick, dark pubic hair, the air seemed to freeze. Only Yoshio's breathing and my own heartbeat could be heard. This happened ten minutes later in VIP room 36a between Yoshio-san, the madam, and me. Regarding the madam's background, I only casually mentioned that she was a madam at a high-class club and that we had a special personal relationship… It's best to leave it at that; Yoshio-san is a smart woman!

Honestly, this was the first time my wife had ever been so fully conscious and naked in front of a stranger and her husband. To ease the awkwardness among the three of them, Yoshio thoughtfully ordered room service to bring in strawberries and champagne (imitating the "rags-to-riches" trope). The three of them drank and chatted, gradually warming up to each other.

Of course, drinking inevitably involves playing dice. Since my wife had already stripped down to her upper body and wearing a Chinese knot thong, black stockings, and black high heels when Yoshio inspected her, the man who lost had to take off his clothes, and my wife who lost had to agree to one of the man's requests, and couldn't refuse.

As they drank and played, everyone was completely naked. My wife had lost seven or eight times or more and was subject to the "any request must be obeyed" penalty. Just then, my wife, having drunk too much, wanted to urinate, so I had a sudden idea and said, "You can't urinate in the toilet. I'm going to enforce penalty one." I thought to myself that I should start the game so that everyone would feel more relaxed and the game would continue.

Penalty one: Go to the toilet outdoors.

Because Yoshio-san's room was a VIP room, there were only six available on the 36th floor, the hotel's highest floor, and each room had a large outdoor rooftop garden. After the group walked out into the garden, I gestured for my mother-in-law to climb onto the outdoor wooden table and then urinate in front of us with her legs spread wide.

At first, she was very resistant, but after I teased her a bit, her competitive spirit kicked in and she agreed. She nimbly climbed onto the wooden table and squatted by the edge, keeping her legs wide open, revealing her already wet vulva and slightly protruding clitoris. With her right hand, she pulled out the red rope that was deeply embedded in her vulva and moved it to the side, while her other hand supported her on the table for balance.

At first, she couldn't urinate, so she occasionally teased her urethra with her fingers. After about five minutes, a little urine began to seep out, and she could no longer hold back and released her urine. A stream of golden heat flowed through the air and landed in a champagne glass placed on the ground.

Grandma urinated for a full minute, constantly shifting her buttocks to try and align herself with the cup. The outdoor spotlight shone directly on her vulva, creating a beautiful glow, like watching a show girl abroad.

Grandma shuddered as she urinated the last drop, whether a natural reaction or her first orgasm, I couldn't tell. At this moment, her eyes and body began to radiate a seductive glow.

(XI)

Goodbye! Yoshio-san (middle)

"Come closer!" I commanded Grandma to come closer and began caressing Yoshio-san's penis.

"My God! Yoshio-san's penis is really big!" Grandma exclaimed in surprise. (But it was soft and not fully erect.)

I gently pulled on Grandma's pink nipples until those cute little grapes stood erect from the stimulation. Soon after, I gestured for my mother-in-law to lie flat on the wooden table in a supine position. Then, in this upside-down position, I began to caress Yoshio-san and my glans, while soft moans occasionally escaped her throat.

My penis was now fully erect, and a few drops of semen had dripped from the tip, landing on my mother-in-law's hand, further stimulating her and causing her to quicken her caresses.

Lying on her back, my mother-in-law used her warm, soft hands to soothe Yoshio-san and my penises. When she felt the heat emanating from my penis, she moved her hands away and pressed her face against it, licking the urethral opening with her delicate tongue, causing me to gasp.

My mother-in-law meticulously licked both Yoshio-san and my penises, then swallowed the glans into her small mouth. She clearly knew how to suck and lick a man's genitals; occasionally, she would even swallow both of Yoshio-san's and my penises entirely.

At this moment, Grandma's small mouth, compressed under pressure, formed another small opening. I kept glancing down at it, imagining the posture of Grandma's sexy little mouth holding my large penis.

Then Grandma turned her gaze back to Yoshio-san's penis, which was still hanging on his lower abdomen, only a little longer.

Grandma then asked in a coquettish voice, "How can I make it hard?"

The answer to this question is something every man knows very well, the key point is...

Slowly, Grandma's little mouth moved towards Yoshio-san, gently stroking his penis with her hands and pretty face, occasionally touching his clitoris. Grandma's gentle friction made Yoshio-san's penis twitch a few times, but it still wasn't fully erect! Grandma looked at me helplessly, and I could only shrug.

Helpless, Grandma seemed to have made a new decision. She climbed down from the wooden table, came to Yoshio-san, knelt down, and gently rubbed his penis with her right hand. I could clearly see the burning passion in Grandma's eyes! On the other hand, the old woman stuffed the giant beast in front of her into her mouth and began to perform oral sex. She gently guided the tip of the penis into her soft little mouth, opened her mouth and took it in... licking it up and down several times.

My dear, gentle wife was circling that enormous penis with her pink tongue, as if it were a delicious ice cream. She was eager to make it even bigger, desperately trying not to stop her mouth movements, and I myself was getting very excited! Yoshio-san was also enjoying this long-haired beauty sucking his treasure.

As she licked and sucked the tip of his glans, I saw her swollen mouth struggling to swallow the penis; before she could even catch her breath, she was already licking the shaft, lewdly staring at the huge penis. It was truly a lewd pornographic show, and the leading lady was my wife!

Then, my wife went behind Yoshio-san and knelt down, gently licking his anus with her wet, warm tongue, then gently inserting her tongue into his anus, while her left and right hands caressed his testicles and stroked Yoshio-san's penis from back to front.

At this point, I believed that Yoshio-san really did have an erectile dysfunction problem, because every time his wife used this trick, it would immediately make me ejaculate. Only an erectile dysfunction man would be unmoved.

A full thirty minutes of blowjob show had passed, and my penis was throbbing with blood and veins bulging, while it was 6:30—time to pay the bill.

His wife was already extremely aroused, putting on an exaggerated and energetic performance as if she were a leading lady in a Western porn movie, constantly saying to Yoshio-san:

"Oh my god! You are really big!"

"I just love your big penis!"

"I love serving men like this!"

Then she kept moaning:

"Oh... God... Oh... Oh..."

"Oh... Fuck me... Fuck me!"

"Oh... Oh... God! Oh... Ah... Ah... So beautiful... So comfortable..."

"Oh... I can't take it anymore... My pussy is all wet... Oh... It's coming out again... It's all your fault..."

She kept screaming wildly in Chinese, English, and Japanese.

I don't know if it was the Japanese audio that was effective, or if Yoshio-san just liked the look, but his penis seemed to swell and harden. His wife, seeing an opportunity, pressed her advantage, grabbing his penis and stroking it with both hands. Suddenly, a stream of hot, thick, milky-white liquid shot out from his glans, spraying a full five meters away. To my surprise, his wife brought her mouth to his penis, sucking up every last drop of semen.

Then, his wife turned around and took my penis into her mouth. I quickly pushed her head away and said, "Bring your big tits closer for me to play with."

Immediately, a pinkish breast appeared before me, and I quickly reached out and gently caressed my wife's full breasts. Her small, alluring, slightly pinkish nipples quickly hardened under my touch.

The air began to fill with my wife's passionate moans... I leaned closer, pressing my erect penis between her breasts and slowly inserting it, burying it deep inside before beginning to thrust...

As I thrust, I fondled her large breasts and erect nipples, occasionally slapping them, causing her breasts to bounce. After about ten minutes, I let out a low growl, pulled my penis out of her cleavage, and ejaculated all over my wife's breasts and face.

As my wife and I rested on the chair and the wooden table respectively, Yoshio-san suddenly walked to my wife's side, who was lying on the wooden table, and pinched her nipples with both hands, pulling them upwards to their limit. By this time, her breasts were already deformed, and her body was slightly pulled upwards to accommodate his movements.

At this moment, Yoshio-san suddenly released his hand and instead pulled up one nipple, while his other hand gently patted the breast that had been stretched to its limit, gradually increasing the force. The force was perfectly controlled, just enough to hurt, yet also ticklish, to arouse the woman's sexual desire and masochistic feelings.

This wasn't the first time that the old woman had enjoyed the feeling of being masochistic (see my previous work for details), and she actually came to orgasm, gushing out a large amount of vaginal fluid that splashed all over the table.

At this moment, I knew the reason why Yoshio-san was impotent, and a wicked thought flashed through my mind.

(12)

Goodbye! Yoshio-san (Part 2)

The reason why Yoshino-san is impotent:

Yoshino is a sadist! The reason for his long-term impotence is probably due to unsatisfied desires. In addition, he is a high-ranking official, so he cannot seek out prostitutes like ordinary people. Over time, the pressure accumulated, coupled with the work performance pressure brought about by the merger of two large companies, led to his impotence.

Thinking of this, a brilliant idea immediately flashed through my mind. I found an excuse to leave the room, partly to see how Yoshino would treat my wife when no one else was around (purely to watch the show), and partly to go back and get some props to torture my wife. The ultimate goal of training her was to completely break her sense of shame and subservience, so that she would be completely obedient and compliant to me. I didn't want my trained wife to end up with someone else. After saying goodbye

to Yoshino, I left the room. Before leaving, I exchanged glances with my wife. Her eyes were full of anticipation, while I was feeling a burning sensation in my lower abdomen, eagerly awaiting the show to begin in thirty minutes.

I went back mainly to get the light gray spaghetti strap babydoll dress my wife had just bought. It's the kind of dress that looks a bit like maternity wear, but the skirt only goes down to just below her buttocks. The dress itself wasn't anything special, but if the fabric was very transparent and the bottom wasn't paired with trendy black tights, the dress would be incredibly short—short enough to barely cover the buttocks. Going up or down stairs would be 100% exposure. Believe it or not? If you don't believe it, may all corrupt politicians and their families die!

Is that all? Of course not! I also took out a "Butterfly Lady" wearable masturbation device from my gaming library, which I'd also bought online. It's a newly released product—a three-in-one stimulation device for the clitoris, vagina, and anus. After adding a pair of elastic bands, I drove back to the hotel.

Quietly opening the door, I saw exactly what I expected: my wife was tied to a rectangular chair with four legs, about 30/20 centimeters long and wide. Anyone who's had a foot massage in mainland China knows this is a small chair for resting your feet. My wife was lying face down on the chair, but her hands and full, white breasts were tied together in an "I" shape. Her hands were behind her back, and her long, shapely legs were spread wide apart, each foot tied to one of the chair legs.

Her anus and vulva were fully exposed. At the base of her snow-white thighs, her vulva was open, and below, her small, brownish-red anus was also open. At this moment, my wife let out unbearable moans, constantly twisting her buttocks, and clear nectar continuously overflowed from her petals, flowing down her thighs. However, her hands and knees were bound, and she couldn't move at all. Her buttocks were raised high, and her private parts were completely exposed to Yoshino. At this moment, facing my wife's back, I noticed that she was only wearing one pair of tight black stockings.

Yoshino was truly a master of discipline. He was straddling his wife's back, facing me, slowly nodding at me. Then, he raised his right hand high and struck her plump, white buttocks hard, leaving a red mark instantly. He continued striking her plump buttocks one after another.

He hit her precisely, making her buttocks wiggle incessantly. As she wiggled, her vaginal fluids flowed continuously from her vagina, dripping like a thin stream onto a wine glass on the floor. But the sounds coming from his wife seemed to indicate a deeper enjoyment; it wasn't just about the spanking.

I slowly walked from behind my wife to in front of her, and then it dawned on me. She was indeed lying face down on the chair, but only from her lower abdomen to her stomach; her tightly bound breasts were suspended in the air, while her upper body was upright, like the Spirit of Ecstasy on the front of a Rolls-Royce.

It turned out that Yoshino had put a saddlebag over her mouth, tied two knots with the sash of her bathrobe, and then stuffed it into her mouth. He then tied the sash behind her head and tied it together with the rope binding her hands and chest. But the most exciting part was finding the missing half of the stocking; it was on its owner's head. In other words, Yoshino had put the stocking over his wife's head, obscuring her surroundings and making it appear as if she were being raped. I was so excited that my penis almost burst out of my pants.

What's even more astonishing is that a wooden clothes hanger with two clips—the kind specifically for hanging suit trousers (anyone who's stayed in a five-star hotel should have seen this)—was suspended upside down over the wife's breasts. The clips held her already erect and swollen, flesh-red nipples, while an apple hung from the hook. This created a gravitational pull that dragged her breasts downwards, exactly the same method Yoshino had used to discipline his wife on the wooden table, only in the opposite direction.

So Yoshino's entire method was as follows: using the handle of a shoe to whip his wife's plump buttocks, causing her to writhe in pain and her breasts to sway, creating a downward pull through the clothes hanger. His wife's only outlet was her mouth, but unfortunately, a gag was stuffed in it. The moans, whether of pain or pleasure, escaped from her mouth, which was covered by stockings, sounding almost unreal. Was this a scene from a Japanese SM film or the real world? The only certainty was that the leading lady was my wife.

My wife's body trembled again; she must have reached another climax, the third tonight, I thought. But Yoshino had other ideas. He gently put the Madame Butterfly dildo I'd brought back on my wife, then slowly inserted the dildo into her wet, glistening vagina. He carefully aligned the clitoris and anus, then turned back and asked me to sit on the sofa and take out my penis.

He tore the stockings covering my wife's head at her mouth, then untied the gag. Was he letting her rest? Of course not, just a change of pace—she was now sucking her husband's large penis. Yoshino, of course, didn't hesitate. He turned back and straddled my wife's back, positioned perfectly above her hands, so she could hold his testicles with one hand and stroke his penis with the other.

Whether she was addicted or simply wanted to go all the way, my wife cooperated perfectly, slowly giving him a handjob. In this way, every usable part of my wife's body was used, which was no different from being trained and gang-raped by four or five or more people.

When the power of the wearable vibrator reached its peak, my wife climaxed for the fourth time. I gave her oral sex, and Yoshino's semen sprayed a full three feet away. Yoshino nimbly turned around and placed a half-full glass of my wife's vaginal fluid near her mouth, while my semen flowed down the corner of her mouth into the glass, filling it to about two-thirds full.

Suddenly, Yoshino lifted my wife's head, pinched her nose, and then poured all the semen and vaginal fluid into her mouth. My wife, whether unable to resist or accepting it willingly, drank it all down without leaving a drop. Suddenly,

a wave of drowsiness washed over me, and I gradually drifted off to sleep... I

woke up in the middle of the night, and my first instinct was to look for my beloved wife. I found Yoshino fast asleep on the big bed, but I couldn't find any trace of my wife. Finally, I found my wife in the living room next door. She was tied to a chair again, her mouth stuffed with half a stocking, the other half still over her head. The heavy clothes hanger was still hanging from her nipples, which were wet; I wondered if she had truly been trained to produce milk.

Her genitals revealed a light pink vulva and a finger-sized clitoris, along with thick pubic hair extending to her perineum and anus. Two clothespins held her labia majora together, revealing the pink labia minora inside, a vaginal opening about the size of a one-yuan coin, and a small urethral opening above it… with three cotton swabs inserted into the urethra.

Her body was constantly twisting and swaying, probably from the pain of her urethra being stretched and blocked, preventing her from urinating. When I removed the cotton swabs, her urine immediately gushed out, spraying everywhere. I'll leave that to Yoshino to explain; I still need my wife. If this continues, she'll be driven insane by this abuse.

My wife put on the doll-like dress I brought and left the hotel without even putting on underwear. Luckily, it was 3 a.m., so no one saw her.

My wife was really too lewd; as soon as she got in the car, she said she wanted me to have sex with her right away. Good heavens! It's already the third time, and it's so late, how could I still be interested? But to be honest, my wife had only been played with by a real penis once today, so of course she wasn't satisfied. I tentatively said to my wife, "Why don't you go to the park and find a stranger to satisfy you?"

The park streetlights cast a dim light, and the slightly transparent gray spaghetti strap doll-like dress barely covered her snow-white skin, but it couldn't hide every alluring part and every alluring curve inside. Outside the illumination range of the park streetlights, a black figure slowly floated, and my wife's voluptuous, slender figure and her large, full breasts were just as clear in the dim light.

Suddenly, a man stopped in front of my wife. She was bathed in bright light, her voluptuous body clearly visible. Her back was turned to him, revealing her plump, white buttocks. The man made his move; his hand, through the doll-like covering, began to grope her behind her buttocks… This man was truly blessed; a beautiful woman offered herself to him for free in the middle of the night.

I noticed my wife's body swaying and heaving under the man's touch, and I was certain my wife's cherry-like lips would emit a series of alluring moans. However, after lingering between my wife's legs for a long time, the man's hand left. This was understandable; the world is going to the dogs, such good things don't happen these days. It's better to leave safely once you've had your fill.

I believe that amidst my wife's silent sighs, two men carried her out. One of them lifted her from behind, while the other spread her legs apart and lifted them up. My wife's fair body was already lifted into the air, her two shapely legs spread wide apart, exposing her unsatisfied genitals to another man.

The short but muscular young man stood with his legs spread in front of my wife, and pulled down his pants. My wife's snow-white body suddenly struggled violently, especially her flat stomach, which twisted and heaved desperately. But it wasn't a struggle; it was an attempt to accommodate the stranger's enormous penis.

Seeing my wife being raped in the park late at night (actually, these two men were male prostitutes I had hired; remember those two who offered to pay me to have sex with my wife in my previous work? This time, they flew over as soon as they heard it was free), a police patrol car suddenly appeared, and the two men ran away in terror. If they were arrested and imprisoned, no one would believe the story of someone offering their wife for free. One of them, being particularly daring, even forcefully inserted his penis into my wife's vagina and thrust dozens of times before running away.

That night, back in the dormitory, I used every trick in the book to get my wife to sleep. If I hadn't tried my best to satisfy her, I couldn't guarantee that she wouldn't have knocked on every male colleague's door while I was asleep.

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