My Second-hand Wife with an Automatic Transmission (Part Thirteen)

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Men's psychology is actually quite strange. When I was licking my wife's pussy, imagining her being fucked by Bai under his feet, it gave me a lot of pleasure. But after ejaculating, I started to feel a pang of jealousy. At that time, I really hadn't experienced much in this area, and I thought the way my wife was licking Bai's feet was incredibly slutty, which made me extremely jealous. I was even angry at her subservient behavior in front of Bai, and more than anything, I worried that my wife, after this kind of "training," might go back to Bai in the future. However, as the cooling-off period ended and my penis started to react again, I felt a strong urge to see those scenes again, and I really looked forward to seeing my wife being ravaged by Bai.
So, men are only in a state of euphoria for a short time after ejaculation; otherwise, they're like beasts.
My wife later told me that after that time in the bathroom when Bai stepped on her face and fucked her, he found that she was quite accepting of it. So, Bai's mental humiliation of my wife gradually intensified along with his physical humiliation. Almost every time Bai takes a bath, he makes his wife kneel on the floor and gently clean and massage his feet with her tongue, licking from heels to insteps and toes. He even requires her to insert her tongue between each of his toes. Sometimes, he'll even use his toes to trap her tongue or stomp it on the ground. Hearing this, a feeling of both anger and arousal surged through me.
Later, during a bath, after I had thoroughly cleaned her feet, my wife let me experience her foot-licking technique. It was incredibly pleasurable. I remembered a senior in school once licking me like that; it was stimulating, but nothing compared to the pleasure my wife provided. I watched my wife lying face down on the bathroom floor, her buttocks raised high, then she stuck out her tongue and started licking down my ankles. Her tongue began to roam over my feet, licking meticulously like a kitten, leaving no inch of skin untouched. Especially when she licked between my toes, when she inserted the entire tip of her tongue between my toes, then slid her tongue through them, and then enveloped each toe individually, I felt an electric shock of pleasure coursing through my body. It was almost unbearably pleasurable. However, the more meticulously my wife licked, the more pleasurable it felt. I increasingly imagined my wife kneeling at Bai's feet, licking Bai's feet like this, her tongue enveloping each of Bai's toes. A pang of sadness welled up inside me. How did Bai feel at that moment? Knowing that this woman was about to become my wife, the way she did this to me must have felt very different from Bai's. Perhaps Bai was thinking about who this wretched woman would marry in the future, and then she just stepped on my wife's tongue. After all, she was just a toy to be thrown away sooner or later, so of course she could play with it however she wanted. Thinking about this, I also wanted to pinch my wife's tongue between my toes, I also wanted to stomp her tongue on the ground, but in the end, I couldn't bring myself to actually do that to my wife.
And at first, Bai would wash his feet thoroughly, apply shower gel, rinse it off, and then let my wife lick them. Later, it gradually became just rinsing them with water and then letting my wife lick them. Even later, when we were making love in bed, he was too lazy to go to the bathroom, so he would just let my wife lick his unwashed feet right there in bed. Every time my wife tells me about it, imagining that scene makes me a little sour. My precious little tongue, which I kiss every day, has slid between Bai's toes countless times, and I've even licked the sweaty smell from his feet.
Later, Bai laid a mat in the bathroom and often penetrated my wife from behind there. Sometimes, like that day, he would step on my wife's face with his feet. Other times, he would place his feet in front of my wife while penetrating her, making her lick his feet while he penetrated her. What surprised me was that my wife preferred having Bai step on her face while penetrating her. In my memory, in that position, Bai's entire weight would be concentrated on my wife's buttocks and face, which would be more humiliating and painful for her. My wife explained that although it hurt and humiliated her when Bai stepped on her, she didn't have to think about how to lick his feet. She could just focus all her attention on her vagina and feel the penetration. Because when she was orgasming, she didn't have time to think about how to lick his feet; all she could do was breathe heavily, moan, and shout loudly. Moreover, my wife said that when Bai stepped on her face, his movements were particularly violent. Although it took her a long time to recover after each time, the pleasure she felt while Bai was penetrating her was soul-stirring, the kind of pleasure that sent her to heaven. So every time Bai made his wife lick his feet before penetrating her, it wouldn't be long before she would be panting heavily, moaning and crying out, "Bai, step on my face, step on me and fuck me, step on me and fuck me hard... ah..."
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that time, that was pretty much all the things a woman could do to a man. And I felt that only a man who didn't cherish his wife would make her do that. Anyway, I couldn't bear to do it. Maybe one day I'd let my senior lick my unwashed feet, but I couldn't bear to do that to my wife. Let alone step on her face while having sex with her; of course, even if I could, I probably couldn't do it.
Later, we started preparing for our wedding. My wife and I were busy with a ton of things every day, immersed in a tiring but loving atmosphere. The thing my wife and I hesitated about most at that time was whether to send Bai a copy of the wedding invitations. Actually, my wife was strongly opposed to it. I knew that after she told me about those sexual things, maybe she was afraid that seeing Bai and thinking about those things would upset me, or maybe she still harbored some resentment towards Bai for his abandonment of her. I also felt it wasn't good to have a man who treated my wife like that at our wedding. I was afraid my wife would feel uncomfortable, and I was even more worried that Bai would come to the wedding, see my wife in her wedding dress, and then have feelings for her again. I also knew that after he dumped my wife, she blocked all his contact information. After the wedding, she would definitely not let him go. Later, I figured since I was so hesitant, I finally gave the decision to my wife. I knew there was a 99% chance my wife wouldn't ask Bai for help, so I stopped thinking about it.
Time flew by. During that period, my wife and I had so many things to think about, we were incredibly busy. My wife, in particular, put a lot of effort into this area and was quite exhausted. The frequency of our intimacy decreased, and often it was my wife who used all her strength to make me ejaculate very quickly. My wife's technique in this area was too good; I simply couldn't resist. But always ending so abruptly left both of us feeling quite frustrated.
Finally, we reached the later stages of preparation, and everything was mostly arranged. One weekend, my wife and I lay in bed watching movies all day. In the evening, we both felt quite energetic, so we grilled steaks, opened some red wine, and enjoyed a romantic dinner.
After dinner, I said to my wife, "We haven't had proper sex in a long time, and you haven't told me about Bai and your past in ages."
My wife said, "You're so perverted! We're getting married soon, so please don't mention him anymore."
I said, "No way! I really enjoy your stories, and I know you do too. We both love listening to you tell us while we're making love. Don't you know how intense your orgasms are?"
Hearing this, my wife blushed and said hesitantly, "But we're getting married soon. Shouldn't we forget about him and all that? It feels so perverted that he always talks about me having sex with him."
I hugged my wife, kissed her red cheek, and said, "So what? As long as we're happy, that's all that matters. Don't overthink it. We can just treat him like a sex toy."
When my wife heard me compare Bai to a sex toy, she burst out laughing.

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