Wife gets into trouble at nightclubs

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I often read erotic stories online. After reading so many articles about men humiliating their girlfriends and wives, I've started to wonder if I could expose my wife too. My wife is quite open-minded and often reads those stories with me. She finds the scenarios of girlfriends or wives being gang-raped unbelievable and believes they're just the authors' imaginations. I never imagined my wife would one day be gang-raped by other men. I just have these strange thoughts and often encourage my wife to wear revealing outfits to satisfy my fantasies.
I often take my wife to nightclubs that invite female audience members to dance on stage. I really enjoy watching those hot girls perform provocative dances. Some of the more aggressive ones have hosts or male dancers on stage who guide or even physically remove the girls' clothes until they're down to their underwear. Sometimes they're completely naked, and then they make extremely provocative moves.
My wife also really enjoys watching these kinds of performances, and she's always thought those girls on stage are incredibly daring, wondering how they manage it. Actually, I secretly hope my wife has a chance to go up on stage and have some fun, because watching other girls from the audience is a completely different kind of visual stimulation than watching my own wife being humiliated. But every time the host invites her to go up on stage, she refuses, even though I keep encouraging her to.
That night we went to a club we'd never been to before, so we weren't sure how extreme the activities were. When we went in, a young girl and a male dancer were performing on stage. The male dancer was only wearing a thong that was bulging out. We had just sat down, and the music was about to end. The girl's clothes were still relatively intact; she was wearing a semi-transparent bra, and her pink panties were showing. Her top and skirt had fallen to the side of the stage. After the music ended, she adjusted her bra, bent down to pick up her top and skirt from the side of the stage, and walked off the stage with a flushed smile.
Then the lights dimmed, and a spotlight swept back and forth, finally settling on my wife. The host on stage reached out to her, inviting her up. Her face flushed, and she looked at me as if asking for my opinion, or perhaps pleading for my help. The audience was already applauding enthusiastically, urging her to come up. I coaxed and teased her, saying, "Go up and have some fun! That woman wasn't that bad. When you're out having fun, you should have a good time." She said, "Just a little contact, nothing too provocative. You have to keep an eye on me!" I said repeatedly, "Okay! Okay! I know! I'll be watching you!" My wife was already on stage. Of course I was watching her; how could I let such a rare opportunity slip by! I wished I had a video camera with me!
As soon as my wife stepped onto the stage, the loud music started playing. At first, the male dancer gently led her in the dance to help her relax. Gradually, the male dancer placed my wife's hands on his chest and slid them down. Then, he hugged her waist tightly from behind, thrusting his lower body, rubbing his swollen crotch against her buttocks.
My wife's face flushed red, but I could tell she was actually quite excited. She was wearing a strapless bra, a white shirt tied at the waist that revealed a bit of her midriff, and a very short skirt. She looked incredibly sexy and alluring.
At this point, the male dancer noticed that my wife was slowly getting into the mood. While thrusting, his hands skillfully untied the knot at the waist of her shirt. With a turn, my wife executed a dramatic "cicada emerging from its shell" maneuver, and the white shirt was already in the dancer's hands. I never expected my wife to pull this stunt. Anyone unaware of the situation would think it was pre-rehearsed.
The scene thrilled me; my crotch swelled. Watching my wife dance intimately with another man in public, under the eyes of over a hundred people, even though she was only wearing a top—not much different from a swimsuit—was incredibly arousing. That day, my wife wore a white bra. While not entirely transparent, after the intense dance and the friction against her buttocks, her nipples were clearly erect, fully exposed to everyone's gaze. I could feel the frenzy of the audience below; their eyes seemed about to pop out. This made my vanity swell unconsciously. With barely audible breaths, my beautiful wife's cheeks flushed crimson, like they were on fire.
On stage, she wore only a bra, her breasts pressed against the male dancer, her round buttocks swaying rhythmically. The dancer's hands were already at the zipper of her short skirt. In less than a second, the skirt fell to the ground, swirling around her ankles. Luckily, she wasn't wearing anything see-through or a thong today; it was just a little low-waisted. If you looked closely, you could see one or two curly hairs peeking out from the side.
My wife's face flushed crimson, but I could tell she was actually excited. Perhaps she thought the previous girl had also been down to just a bra and panties, so she didn't think much of it and stepped off the short skirt on the floor. With a flick of her foot, she kicked the skirt to the edge of the stage. On stage, she was only wearing a bra and a small pair of low-rise panties, her feet in high heels. The audience applauded incessantly. Through her bra, she was rubbing her breasts with both hands. Her legs were straddling one of the male dancer's legs, her vulva rubbing against his thigh through her panties. Sometimes I really don't understand women's psychology. Before going on stage, she said she didn't want to do anything too provocative. Now, her dance moves might actually ignite something!
The male dancer's right hand was around her back to maintain her balance. I couldn't see what he was doing, but suddenly the back clasp of her bra came undone. Startled, my wife immediately pressed her hands, which had been rubbing her breasts, against them. She glanced at me, as if sending a distress signal, but given this rare opportunity, I wasn't about to let it slip away. I gently nodded to indicate that it was alright.
The music suddenly stopped, replaced by a drumbeat, somewhat like a magic show. The male dancer whispered something in my wife's ear, then grabbed her bra and ripped it off. My wife's hands were still on her breasts. Although nothing was exposed, a burst of enthusiastic applause erupted from the audience.
She later told me that the male dancer assured her he wouldn't expose her breasts without her consent, which is why she let him remove her bra. In fact, she hasn't exposed a single nipple to this day.
Just as I said before, the scene turned into a magic show. My wife was standing on stage, topless, her hand on her chest. The male dancer turned and waved backstage, and then the host from before came out, carrying a cardboard box. They stood in front of my wife, frantically doing something to her chest. I couldn't see what they were doing from below the stage. I could only vaguely see them smearing a small, shiny object on her chest. My wife kept her head down, watching. Then, another round of drumming started. When they moved aside, allowing everyone to see my wife again, she slowly removed her left hand, revealing her left breast, where a shiny nipple cover was stuck, completely covering it. The nipple covers also had several strands of ribbon, about ten centimeters long, attached to them. They looked like the costumes of a burlesque dancer.
Damn it! They say it's too revealing and unacceptable. Isn't just wearing a nipple cover enough? When she takes her hand off, you can see her entire breast! What's a little more revealing?! My wife's left breast is completely exposed, both hemispheres are showing. Whether she wears a nipple cover or not, it's the same! She looks no different from a stripper.
跟著又是一輪鼓聲，像是預告著將會有更精彩的演出。只見那主持人拉著我老婆的左手，慢慢的推進她的小褲褲裡面。位置剛剛好蓋在她的蜜穴上面。兩隻手塞在那低腰褲裡頭，撐得那已經小得可憐的布片離開了身體，再不能遮擋她黑黑的捲毛。但仍看不清到底是誰人的手指在挖著她的蜜穴。
兩隻手在她的蜜穴上搓揉了好一陣，那站在一旁的舞男突然從後將她的內褲拉了下來。我老婆猛然交剪著雙腿，希望能留著那被往下拉的小內褲。但右手按著乳房，左手按著蜜穴，又怎麼能抗拒那舞男的拉扯。眼看著那小內褲被拉到腳踝，已無能為力。內褲圈在腳踝連走動也有困難，只有無可奈何的提起腳，踏了出來。
我老婆站在台上，側著身，雙手按著乳房和蜜穴，眼光往我這邊盯著，希望我能把她救下來。我心裡也很猶豫不決，一方面不想老婆被玩得太過份，另一方面卻希望多看一會，只能用眼神示意要她再忍耐一下。台下卻一片歡呼聲和口哨聲，鼓勵我老婆拿開雙手，來個徹底的全裸露。
那舞男又在我老婆耳說：「我說過不會讓妳露點的，對不對！妳手讓開一下好讓我替妳遮一下。」只見那舞男跪在我老婆面前，示意她將手讓開一點。我老婆半轉過身，背對著台下，將按在蜜穴上的手挪動了一下。從後面看，還可以看見她幾根手指頭緊緊的按著。那舞男從盒子裡又拿一塊遠看像個蝴蝶型的東西，在她前面弄了一會，然後又站起來，在她右胸又動了一番工夫。我老婆還不停的低頭看她到底有沒有穿幫。然後像是鬆了一口氣的，緩緩的轉過身來，拿開了雙手。只見她的蜜穴上已經梆上一個蝴蝶型的震動器。右邊乳房也貼了一塊跟左邊一樣的帶繐閃亮乳貼。
站在台上的她，全身上下就只是兩張乳貼和一個震動器。她好像已經括了出去一樣，雙手也不再按著乳房或蜜穴。然後音樂又再次響起來。那舞男帶著她又開始跳起舞來。這一段熱舞因為少了束縛，動作比較自然了一點，所以更是來得熱烈。只見我老婆雙乳不停的在空氣中晃動，帶動著那繐帶在亂舞。
她的目光有時候射到我身上，但已沒有剛才的那種像求援的眼光。換上是一種興奮但複雜的眼神。
這時，她又轉過身，背靠著那猛男，身體上下聳動著，以後背和屁股摩擦他的前胸和那鼓脹的下體。她還拉他的雙手去愛撫她的乳房。那舞男也老實不客氣，從後捏著她的乳房，手一轉一轉的將那繐帶甩得像兩個風車一樣，在她胸前不停打轉。在這裡跟各位解釋一下，我老婆是大奶一族，胸罩是用ｄ罩杯的。要不然不管你怎麼甩也不可能甩得動那繐帶。
她舉起雙手往後抱住他的脖子，轉過臉在他的耳邊說了一些話。從他的眼神，可以感到他有點不相信，但帶著明顯的興奮。只見我老婆轉身，跪下左手拉下他的丁字褲，右手抓住他立刻跳了出來的肉棒，套弄了幾下，便張口吞下了他那紫脹的龜頭，頭跟著前後擺動的替他口交起來。只見她一時舌頭在他馬眼打轉，一時從龜頭一直舔到下面的睾丸上。我老婆的口技算是挺不錯的，有時候我會在她口舌服務時忍不住口爆。
那舞男回過頭向後台招了招手，一張長沙-發便推到台中央。他大刺刺的坐了下來，享受著我老婆的服務。並不時撥開她的頭髮，讓大家能清楚看見她的櫻桃小咀在套弄著他的陰莖。
我老婆這時是背對著台下蹲著，屁股眼自然的張開，對著台下的觀眾。這是她上台那麼久以來第一次露點，而且一露的便是第四點。她蜜穴上梆著的震動器，也有點蓋不住她的蜜穴，隱隱約約的可看見泛著水光。說實在的，那舞男的確沒有讓她露過點。現在是她自己將她的屁眼展露在觀眾面前。
舔了差不多有個幾分鐘，她站了起來，轉過身，面對著所有觀眾。眼睛往我身上瞟了一眼，在我還沒有作出反應之前，便毫不猶豫的一手解開那梆著震動器的繩子，露出那氾濫成災的蜜穴。只見她一手把著那立得老高的肉棒，擺正一下位置，屁股一沈，那舞男的龜頭便隱沒在我老婆的蜜穴裡面。再來回上下套弄幾次，整支肉棒便一插到底，只剩那像個網球一般大的袋袋在外頭。那舞男從後伸出雙手扶著我老婆的腰部，讓她一聳一聳的用蜜穴套弄他的肉棒。她仰著頭，閉上雙眼，雙手來回在她的胸部搓揉。揉了沒多久，那兩個乳貼便給她揉了下來。她卻想都沒想隨手丟了在地上。等於說，我老婆是正面三點全裸曝露在一廳觀眾的面前。
這時我倒是有一點不是味兒的，很想把老婆從台上拉下來，可是看著台下所有觀眾的眼神，每個都像恨不得想吃掉我老婆一般的表情，我便又忍住了。既然要玩，便放開心情吧！
我老婆搖了一會，便站了起來，那舞男的肉棒便滑了出來。我以為她終於覺得玩得過了頭，想終止這荒淫的場面。那想到她轉過身來，又爬到那舞男的身上，抓起他的小弟弟又往她蜜穴裡塞。這時全場的氣氛已經到了有點失控的邊緣。掌聲跟著我老婆搖動屁股的節拍不斷響起。而且節奏不停的在加快。
突然哇的一聲，我老婆整個身體趴在那舞男的身上，不停的在顫抖。這情景我是太熟識啦！每次她高潮來臨的時候便是這樣子。這時候全場氣氛已達到最亢奮的境界。在歡聲雷動下，我老婆抬起頭在舞男的耳邊說了幾句話，又回過頭往我這邊示意了一下，也不知是說了一些什麼。那舞男一臉淫笑對我瞟了一眼，然後招手叫主持人過來交代了幾句話。
那主持人跟著便宣佈：「我們的女主角現在要邀請台下的一位現場觀眾加入表演！這位幸運兒就是。。。」跟著射燈滿場亂掃，最後停在坐在我旁邊桌子的一個男生。那男生站了起來抱拳打了一個四方揖，滿臉笑容的便往台上走。
（我後來問過我老婆，她說她本來是要叫我上台的。只是那舞男特意的叫錯了坐我旁邊桌子的男生。）我老婆因為剛來了高潮，全身發軟，只趴在那舞男身上，一點也不知道事情有了變化。那男生也一直未發一言，所以我老婆也無從知道正要上台的並不是我。那舞男更是有意的抱著我老婆，而且還慢慢的抽動他的肉棒，讓她只顧著享受高潮後的餘韻，完全沒意識到要轉頭去看看那跑上台的是不是我。
那男生一步一跳的立即上了台，在不到半分鐘的時間便將身上的衣服全脫光。他站到我老婆的背後，輕輕的扶著她的腰，要她轉過身來。看她像要抬起腰準備脫開那仍然插在她蜜穴裡的肉棒。但那舞男卻把持著她的腰，要她以插著肉棒的姿勢來轉身。我老婆也沒抗拒便依著照辦。
當她轉過身來，看到面前是一個不認識的陌生人後，表現一臉錯愕。想要掙扎又怎能掙得過兩個男生。那剛上台的男生在台下已經看得血脈憤張，所以一上台那肉棒便已撐的直直，完全是在作戰狀態。
我從台下看他們兩個眼神交換，一個在問：你要先退出來嗎？
另一個用眼神回答：就這樣進來吧
於是剛上台的便提槍上馬，將肉棒硬塞進我老婆的蜜穴裡。大家如果有看三級圖片的話，也應該有看過，如果男生是從後插進女生的蜜穴的話，只要男生的肉棒不是大得撐得蜜穴滿滿的，在蜜穴的上方靠近陰核下端會留下一個小小的三角形空隙。第二根肉棒如果是尖長型而且硬度足夠的話，是可以從這空隙硬塞進去的。我從台下是沒法看得清楚，但相信當時的情況應該是八九不離十。
只見我老婆一隻手往身前的男生胸前推，一邊屁股想要往上提。但卻被身後的舞男緊緊抱著腰，怎麼也閃不開在前面要插進來的第二根肉棒。只見她仰著頭，皺著眉，緊閉雙眼，默默承受著蜜穴同時被兩根肉棒擴張的撕裂感。
時間好像過了一世紀，整個大廳也靜得一點聲音都沒有。那男生在將肉棒全塞進去之後，也停了下來，好讓我老婆緩一口氣。三個人在台上都沒有動靜。我老婆慢慢的張開眼睛，低頭看了看蜜穴上齊根插著兩支肉棒，長長的呼了一口氣。全場立刻響起熱烈的掌聲。那男生開始緩緩的抽動他的肉棒。
As he pulled his penis out, my wife relaxed slightly. When he tried to push it in, she braced herself against his chest, furrowed her brow, and arched her back to receive his penis. After a few thrusts, my wife seemed to have adjusted to the fullness, her initial discomfort turning into a slight pleasure. This slight pleasure then intensified into intense stimulation, causing her to involuntarily sway her hips and increase the speed of her thrusts.
Here I'd like to digress a bit. Many sex experts say that a woman's G-spot is located at the top of the vagina. Stimulating this G-spot can easily bring a woman to orgasm, even causing her to squirt—what's known as "squirting." My wife later told me that that day, two penises really filled her vagina to bursting. Every thrust rubbed against a certain spot, which I believe was her G-spot, making her incredibly itchy. Her body naturally swayed to the rhythm of the thrusts. She almost entered a state of ecstasy.
After a frenzied, explosive round of thrusting, my wife cried out again. She was supporting herself with one hand on the male dancer beneath her, while the other pushed against the man in front of her, her juices gushing out between her vagina and the two penises. But the man thrusting showed no sign of stopping, his arms tightly gripping her waist, his hips pumping like waves, relentlessly pounding his penis into her vagina. He seemed to be at the point of climax. Each thrust grew heavier than the last, and with the final thrust, I thought he had pushed his scrotum into my wife's vagina as well. Finally, the stage fell silent; her vagina, still wet with her juices, squeezed out glistening white semen from its tight opening.
This was my wife's first time experiencing "squirt". Since then, in the female-on-top position, she can usually find her G-spot. Sometimes she can squirt multiple times in one night.
After ejaculating, the man's penis slid out of her vagina. My wife leaned weakly against the male dancer. The male dancer still hadn't ejaculated; his hard penis was still inside my wife's body. My wife's vaginal fluid mixed with the semen that had been ejaculated inside her, flowing down his penis, onto his scrotum, and then dripping onto the ground in a large puddle.
The stage went from intense to calm, and the audience was completely silent. Then, applause erupted from somewhere, eventually filling the entire hall. I vaguely heard someone saying that my wife wasn't in the audience but a professional dancer. I didn't bother explaining. I just felt a little disappointed, unsure how to face the reality of what had happened.
The ordeal wasn't over yet. The male dancer on stage flipped over and pinned my wife beneath him once more. He lifted his penis and thrust it into her vagina again. After two orgasms, my wife was too exhausted to move. She could only lie on the sofa and endure another round of thrusting. I don't know how much time passed, but then the male dancer straightened his back and once again filled my wife's vagina with his hot semen.
The host followed and came out from backstage. Seeing my wife lying there exhausted, barely able to move, he called over a few backstage staff to push her, sofa and all, back backstage. Then he started calling on the hot girls in the audience to come on stage. With my wife backstage on my mind, I had no interest in watching the performance.
After waiting for half an hour without seeing my wife come out, I was wondering what was going on, so I got up and went to the backstage area to look for her. The backstage area was empty; I only saw my wife lying there alone, her upper body covered by the white shirt she wore when she came on stage. Her lower body was completely naked, revealing her ravaged vulva. I went up to her and asked how she was doing. She said that several staff members had taken turns ejaculating into her several times. I was furious and had nowhere to vent my anger. I said to her, "What do you mean several times? Once is once, twice is twice, how many times did you get fucked?" In my frustration, I even swore.
She said, feeling wronged, "Some of them did it once, some did it twice. I'm so tired I can barely keep my eyes open, how am I supposed to count them!" I was immediately speechless.

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