The Road to Adultery (1-2)

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The Road to Adultery
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(1)
Wife: "Honey, do you have 20,000 yuan in cash on you?"
Me: "It's all in fixed deposits in the bank, I don't have that much money on me."
"Then can you ask Mom and Dad for some?"
"We haven't paid back the money we borrowed last time. What do you need this money for?"
"I..." My wife paused, then frowned and said, "You'd better not worry about it."
"What do you mean I shouldn't worry about it, you..." I thought for a moment and asked, "Are you going to pay off Lao Wu's gambling debts again?"
My wife seemed to be stumped by my question, but the expression on her face clearly gave the answer. I said: "How many times have I told you, stop getting involved with those jerks!" My wife seemed not to hear me at all. After a long pause, she muttered to herself, "I'll think of something else."
The next day, my wife seemed to have disappeared. She didn't come home until very late at night, and she wouldn't answer my calls. I panicked and went out to look for her. My first thought was Lao Wu. I called Lao Wu's friend and got the information from him that Lao Wu was playing billiards at the pool hall. After hanging up, I rushed over.
Upon arriving at the billiards hall, I saw Lao Wu smoking and talking to several sleazy-looking young men. I walked over and called out, "Lao Wu."
"Hey, Brother Zhang."
I glanced at the young men beside me, pulled Lao Wu aside, and whispered, "Has my wife come here?" His lips twitched, a lewd and obscene smile spreading across his face.
"Has she come here?" I asked excitedly. Just as he was about to speak, the door to a room next to the billiards table opened, and a shirtless young man walked out, his face flushed as if he had just finished vigorous exercise. From inside the room, intermittent moans of a woman could be heard.
I suddenly had a bad feeling. I walked over, pushed the shirtless young man aside, and barged into the room. On the sofa, my wife was being ridden by two men. One was penetrating her vagina, and the other was fucking her anus. Her clothes were haphazardly torn open, her bra was on the floor, and her pantyhose and underwear were hanging down to her ankles. The man's hands were playing with her large breasts, pinching her nipples, while the other man's hands were holding her full, white buttocks, his thick, dark penis repeatedly forcing open her labia, thrusting in and out of her tight, wet vagina.
"Who the hell are you?!" the man I had just pushed aside yelled at me.
My wife turned around and saw me, her expression a mixture of surprise and panic. Instinctively, she tried to pull away from the two men, but they held her tightly. Her anus and vagina were repeatedly penetrated by their penises. Suddenly, her body trembled violently as the men slapped her plump, white buttocks hard. With each loud "smack," my wife, like a mare galloping forward, reached orgasm, her body heaving with each thrust.
"Bastards!" I charged at the two young men who were fucking my wife. They jumped up from the sofa. One dodged my punch by tilting his head, while the other grabbed me. The young man I had pushed away earlier caught up from behind and punched me hard in the stomach. "Ouch..." My legs went weak from the pain.
"Don't hit my husband!" My wife scrambled up from the sofa, standing in front of me. Her round, full breasts heaved in front of the men, and thick, white semen dripped between her legs.
"Hey guys, don't fight! It's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding!" The fifth brother, acting like a peacemaker, stepped between us and pulled me out of the three young men surrounding us. He explained, "Weiwei helped me pay off my gambling debts, but she didn't have enough money. My buddies and I saw she was pretty, so..."
I interrupted him, "So you made my wife use her body to pay off your gambling debts, didn't you?"
"Your wife did it willingly. I didn't force her! It was just mutual exploitation."
"What do you mean by mutual exploitation? What did my wife exploit you for?"
Lao Wu chuckled and whispered in my ear, "Your wife is horny and wants to be fucked, so I found someone to help her relieve her itch. Isn't that exploiting me?"
My wife, having finished dressing, came over and took my arm. "Brother, I'm sorry, it was all a misunderstanding. Please don't take it to heart." Lao Wu apologized to me, then said to my wife, "Sis, come over and play sometime. I'll have these friends teach you how to play pool." My wife glanced at the few young men with ulterior motives and half-smiles beside her, then nodded to Lao Wu with a shy yet charming expression.
On the way home, my wife leaned softly against me and whispered, "Are you angry?"
"You suddenly disappeared like that. Do you know how worried I was?"
"But I knew you would come looking for me."
"How did you know?"
"Yesterday you asked me if I was going to pay off Lao Wu's debts, and I didn't answer you!"
"Were you doing that on purpose?"
"If I hadn't deliberately tricked you into revealing my secret, if I hadn't deliberately acted so you would have seen me getting fucked in the pool hall today? Lao Wu only lost five hundred. I paid off four hundred for him, and I used the rest..."
"You slut!" I couldn't help but blurt out the words I had been holding back for so long.
My wife rarely heard me swear, and the number of times I cursed at her with profanity was even rarer. She paused for a moment, then laughed shamelessly and said to me, "I'm going to show you how shameless I am. Isn't this what you wanted?"
Let's rewind to three years ago.
Three years isn't a long time, but it's enough to change a person's life trajectory. My wife's nature wasn't as promiscuous, wanton, or even shameless as you might have imagined. Perhaps I should admit that deep down, my wife harbored a lustful beast, but it was because of me that she freed that beast from its inner shackles.
Under my relentless seduction and manipulation, my wife reluctantly signed up with me for a cuckold's club called "Spring Blossoms." Under the guidance of several veteran members of the club, I secretly slipped an aphrodisiac into my wife's drink. Then, while I masturbated, she experienced her first ever "sandwich" experience at the club. In
less than two weeks, my wife became a star at the club. Almost every husband or single man who came wanted to sleep with her, partly because she was new and quickly opened up, and partly because of her natural beauty, standing out among other women.
Several of the veteran members who had previously advised me to give my wife the aphrodisiac and then tasted her body in bed all approached me privately, asking if I would allow them to take my wife out for a few days in private. I asked my wife for her opinion, but she didn't agree. It wasn't until a year later that she went to another city with a man named Wang Bing, a veteran of the club and one of its owners.
Wang Bing was a wealthy businessman, and he took my wife to a hot spring hotel he had invested in.
During the days my wife was taken away by Wang Bing, I was filled with mixed feelings. I had all sorts of emotions, and sometimes I even wondered if I was going crazy. How could I let someone else take my wife away? The thought of my wife possibly being pinned down and brutally raped by Wang Bing made my heart ache terribly, but this painful feeling also gave me a perverse thrill.
That evening, my wife contacted me by phone. Wang Bing asked her to send me photos. I saw my wife holding a white bath towel in front of her soft, high breasts, standing naked by the hot spring. In the next photo, Wang Bing was holding my wife with her legs spread apart, standing in the pool, while another man was licking her vulva. My wife covered her face with her hands, looking shy.
Seeing this, I was shocked. Why was there another person? It wasn't until later that I found out that the man licking my wife's vulva in the pool was Wang Bing's client. I had been fooled by Wang Bing, like a fool letting my wife be a prostitute who was used for free.
I was furious. I called Wang Bing and yelled at him to bring his wife back immediately. Wang Bing laughed and handed the phone to my wife. Then, all I could hear was my wife's wanton moans coming from the other end of the line...
Wang Bing's affair left a shadow on me. I stopped agreeing to other members' requests to take my wife on trips alone. But at that moment, my wife cheated on me. She went to the hot springs with Wang Bing without my knowledge and had sex with different men in the pool.
The person who exposed my wife's lie was Wang Bing. Ignoring her pleas, he grabbed her phone and dialed my number. I was having dinner with some colleagues at the time. Seeing it was my wife calling, I answered without thinking. All I heard were my wife's urgent cries and her rapid, panting breaths, along with Wang Bing's piercing laughter and the lewd sounds of her vagina being violated.
When my wife returned home, seeing my cold expression, she confessed her mistake with fear and guilt, promising never to lie to me again. I asked her why she went to the hot spring with that bastard, knowing he had treated her like a prostitute for his clients last time. My wife said shyly that it felt good to be fucked in the pool, so she couldn't resist and went with Wang Bing again.
I said, "If you want to be fucked in the pool, why don't you let me take you? I can fuck you in the pool too."
She seemed to hesitate for a long time before finally mustering the courage to say to me, "One of them fucked my vagina, another fucked my ass, and a third person forced his penis into my mouth and made me lick it. It felt like I was being gang-raped, but I... but I... it seems..." I started to enjoy the feeling of being forced and surrounded, like a fish being dangled in a cage, no matter how much I struggled, it was useless. When I was being fucked, I felt like I was being choked, wave after wave of suffocation, until I reached an orgasm that made my whole body tremble. They did a lot of things, shaving off my pubic hair, making me clamp their arms between my legs, pouring lotion on me, and using my labia to scrub them like a rag, and even making me rub their backs with my breasts..."
I was incredibly angry inside, but my penis was throbbing painfully.
My wife's reason for cheating on me was simple: she was after the pleasure of having sex with several men in the hot spring. She didn't have any special feelings for Wang Bing, and emotionally, she remained faithful to me, which relieved me considerably.
However, at the same time, I felt conflicted, both anxious and excited. I was anxious because my wife had crossed the threshold of modesty, was no longer bound by morality, and had learned to seek sexual pleasure on her own, breaking free from my control. If this continued, would she one day no longer need me as her husband? I was excited because her infidelity brought me unexpected thrills, greatly satisfying my lustful desires for my wife.
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I have been in the club for two years. As time goes by, I find that the water in the club is very deep. Although the old members I met before are senior, they are not high-level players. A man named Xu Ling said in the club that in just two months, he can train Weiwei into a female dog that he owns privately, and sign a master-slave contract with him, which is legal in the SM world.
Xu Ling also set up a bet in the club for everyone to bet on whether he could train my wife into a bitch within two months.
Under the cheers and excitement of the members, my wife honored the challenge. I was in a state of anxiety, half worried that my wife would be taken away by Xu Ling, and half curious to see what Xu Ling would train my wife to be like.
For two months, Xu Ling and his wife lived at the club. The club provided them with a deluxe private room and dedicated staff to take care of their daily needs.
After receiving a stipend from the club, his wife resigned from her job. After packing a few things at home, she moved into the club with Xu Ling. Watching my wife walk away arm in arm with Xu Ling, I had the unsettling feeling that I would never see her again; my soul felt like it had been ripped out.
During the time my wife was being "trained" by Xu Ling, I went to the club to visit her, only to be told that Xu Ling wouldn't allow her to see me. Being prevented from seeing my own wife by an outsider filled me with bitterness and oppression, yet also a strange sense of excitement.
Two months may have been tough, but it would eventually come to an end.
In the club's lobby, Xu Ling, hand in hand with his wife, gracefully entered the room, instantly silencing the noisy club. All the members present focused their attention on his wife. She wore light makeup, looking sweet and charming, causing many men to swallow hard. Two months of longing filled me with an urge to rush up and hold her tightly in my arms.
"Bitch! Bitch!" the members who had bet on Xu Ling training his wife into a lapdog shouted. But seeing the extent of her eroticism in her attire, she appeared to be a tall, beautiful white-collar worker frequenting a high-end office building.
A wicked smile played on Xu Ling's lips. At his command, his wife slowly undressed. Everyone's eyes widened in shock. Two golden nipple rings gleamed on her erect nipples, and a golden clasp adorned her clitoris. Weiwei, seeing the burning gazes directed at her, looked utterly bewildered. "
Xu Ling, how could you pierce my wife's nipples and clitoris without my consent? And Weiwei, how could you agree to Xu Ling's demands without consulting me? Have you forgotten that I, her husband, exist? Or have you already been trained by Xu Ling into his personal bitch?" "
No, that's impossible!" I pushed through the crowd to the front row. My wife saw me, and her gaze tightened noticeably. I wanted her to know clearly that she still had me as her husband.
But just then, Xu Ling made a gesture to my wife. Her body trembled as if electrocuted. She seemed to hesitate for a second, then quickly spread her legs, squatted down, and shamelessly presented her hairless, ringed vulva to everyone. A trickle of lewd fluid slowly dripped from between her pink labia. Then, my wife stuck out her buttocks, stood on her tiptoes, and raised her arms flat in front of her chest, trying hard to maintain her balance.
Xu Ling patted his wife's head as a reward, then took out a collar with a rope attached and put it around her neck. He then inserted a dildo connected to a dog's tail into her anus. Xu Ling made his wife turn her back, stick her buttocks out, and sway from side to side in front of everyone. The dog's tail inside her anus swung back and forth, making it seem as if his wife had become a real female dog wagging its tail.
My heart felt like it had been punched hard; my whole body felt weak, but my penis was as hard as a rock.
Xu Ling produced a legally valid contract within the SM industry. He explained to me that the SM world is actually a massive international organization, already established during World War II. It gathers top SM practitioners from around the world, including people from various professions, such as wealthy businessmen and powerful politicians. Anyone familiar with SM should know of its existence. Imagine if someone signed a contract but didn't honor it; the SM law enforcement wouldn't let them off the hook. They would use various methods to force that person to submit and fulfill all the contract's terms.
After hearing this, I felt a chill run down my spine.
Xu Ling had already signed his name in the master's column. He smeared red ink on his wife's tender vulva and then placed the document in front of her.
"Sign it! Sign it!"
Amidst the shouts of some people, his wife slowly brought her ink-covered, red vulva to the contract. "No! No!" I tried to scream, but someone covered my mouth from behind. They were members who had bet my wife would become Xu Ling's slave.
Seeing my wife's vulva about to touch the contract, my heart sank. Just as I felt despair, my wife's legs suddenly trembled uncontrollably, and then her buttocks quivered as a glistening stream of fluid shot from her vulva, hitting the contract and instantly soaking the paper!
No one expected this accident to happen. I took the opportunity to break free from the people who were holding me and went up to hug my wife. My wife slowly calmed down in my arms. She hugged me tightly, but her body was still trembling. She seemed to be afraid that she had almost fallen into the trap that Xu Ling had set for her.
(2)
The match between my wife and Xu Ling was a draw.
My wife returned home from the club. We didn't have much time to rest after the scare and went back to the club.
Xu Ling saw his wife and said, "Hey, I didn't expect you to dare come again?"
"Why wouldn't I?"
"Aren't you afraid I'll ruin your life and make you my private bitch?"
His wife nestled against his shoulder and said seductively, "I'm so scared. Although your training makes me... um..." She deliberately let out a teasing moan, then said lightly, "But making me your private dog is far from enough!"
Xu Ling's lips seemed to twitch slightly. "How about it, dare to bet with me again?" he said provocatively. His wife replied, "I'm always ready." Xu
Ling didn't actually have a second match with his wife. He had already used all his skills on his wife once. If he used them a second time, the power would definitely be much less than before. He seemed to have lost his original confidence and control over enslaving his wife. But then again, I didn't have the courage to let my wife go through a second round with him. Last time, I almost lost her. She confessed to me that if she hadn't lost control of her bladder that day, she might have already smeared her vagina on the contract, becoming Xu Ling's private bitch.
Let's go back to the present, starting from when I met Lao Wu.
That week was my wife's birthday. The club members were clamoring to celebrate, while I booked a fancy restaurant and hotel, wanting to spend some quality time alone with her, like newlyweds.
On her birthday, I arrived at the hotel early. My wife called to say she had to work overtime and would be a little late.
After waiting in the restaurant for about half an hour, I finally saw my beautiful wife, who had dressed up carefully, appear in front of me. But then, I saw several familiar faces sitting at the table next to us.
"Why are they here? Did you tell them?"
"They insisted on coming, and I couldn't refuse."
"They came to your company to find you?"
The wife said apologetically, "Honey, I'm sorry, I called you earlier and said I was working overtime, but I lied to you. I... I went to the club."
"What were you doing at the club?"
"They said they bought a gift and asked me to come and pick it up."
"Where's the gift? I saw you were empty-handed!"
Suddenly, the wife's expression became awkward, as if someone had turned on a switch in her. Then, she gently bit her lip, as if she was enduring something. The club members at the next table were giving us malicious smiles. My intuition told me something was wrong with my wife. I suddenly remembered why she hadn't taken the gifts her friend had given her from the club – they must be on her.
I pressed her to confess. She shyly admitted it, and I was right. Right now, her nipples were being tortured by two connected nipple clamps, her clitoris was clamped and connected to a vibrating egg, and two dildos of different lengths were inserted into her vagina and anus, secured with leather, making her feel unbearably numb.
The men at the next table ordered food and started eating around the same time as us, but my wife seemed distracted, which was understandable.
My wife got up to go to the bathroom, her swaying gait making me imagine two thick, black dildos, one in the front and one in the back, tirelessly rotating inside her vagina and anus. When she came in earlier, I hadn't seen her back, but now I noticed the high slit in the back of her shirt, which not only exposed her beautiful back but also almost revealed her buttocks, giving the surrounding men a real treat. I thought, perhaps even this outfit was a gift from the club members.
I assumed my wife was going to the bathroom to remove the devices, but I never imagined her purpose was masturbation. She sat on the toilet, holding the dildo inside her vagina, bringing herself to orgasm twice in a row.
During meals, my wife would suddenly furrow her brows, stop what she was doing, her face contorted in a grimace, and amidst the lewd laughter of the other members, she would shrug her shoulders and reach orgasm. Then one time, as if losing control of her body, she abruptly pulled her chair back, arched her back, and her skirt, which clung to her round buttocks, slid up, revealing half of her buttocks. A thick, black dildo, gleaming green, was seen spinning "squeaking" between her two orifices, drawing astonished glances from those around us.
I immediately stood up, grabbed my bewildered wife, ordered the bill, and left the restaurant.
Arriving at the booked hotel room, I was overcome with lust and couldn't wait to push my wife onto the bed and undress her. But she resisted, telling me to take a shower first. I smelled myself and realized I was indeed sweaty, so I suppressed my desire and went into the bathroom to shower.
When I came out of the bathroom, I saw my wife already covered herself with the sheets and lying on the bed. "You slut, see how I deal with you!" I said, striding forward and yanking back the sheet. But in that instant, I was stunned. Two of the members I'd seen at the restaurant were flanking my naked wife, one on each side. One hand was kneading her round, plump breasts, still sucking on nipple clamps, while the other hand was gripping the dildo inserted into her vagina, pushing it into her wet, slippery opening.
"Ugh...ugh..." my wife moaned, her eyes filled with lustful desire as she looked at me with a dazed, aroused expression.
"You..." Before I could finish speaking, a man grabbed me from behind, and then several other men tied me up from behind.
Several men were having sex with my wife on the bed I had originally intended to spend time with. I lay sprawled on the floor, my heart aching, yet filled with increasing excitement!
After they had released all their lust inside my wife, they formed a circle, clapping their hands, looking at the birthday candle inserted in her anus, and sang her a birthday song. Then, amidst her wanton moans from the scalding wax, they blew out the birthday candle for her.
They picked up my wife, opened the birthday cake I had bought for her—which was supposed to be enjoyed in a restaurant—and reached into her vagina and anus, scooping out a lot of semen, which they then poured onto the cake. They watched as my wife, with a delicious yet lewd expression, bent over like a bitch, licking the semen-covered cake into her mouth, bite by bite…
The next day, I woke up with a start. They had untied me sometime during the night. The first person I saw when I opened my eyes was Lao Wu. He was younger than me, and he immediately called out, “Brother,” then said with concern, “Sorry, my wife was just too tempting. I got a little excited and went overboard. See if your hands are numb.”
I moved my arms; they felt fine. He tried to help me up from the ground, but I was embarrassed because my crotch was soaked with my own semen, as if I had lost control of my bladder.
Then he told me that it was his idea to have the members buy a lot of sex toys and give them to their wives on their birthdays. Then they would take their wives to the restaurant I had booked for my wife, and play with their wives in front of me. Finally, they would secretly follow us to the hotel. When I went into the bathroom to take a shower, my wife would open the door for them. Some of them would pull up the covers and hide in the same bed with their wives, while others would hide in dark corners until I came out of the bathroom...
Lao Wu hadn't been in the club for long, and he wasn't considered a high-level player. Most of the people in the club were highly educated or had high incomes, including many from the upper class with powerful backgrounds. This was one of the reasons why the club had been able to thrive for so long. I can't imagine how someone like Lao Wu, who doesn't even have a wife or a decent job, managed to get into the club.
I've heard from others that someone vouched for him, but nobody knows who. However, I think Lao Wu definitely has a unique way of playing with other people's wives; he's a talent for seduce and defile. I both hate and like him.
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