Saturday Celebration Club

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My wife looked beautiful today, which puzzled me; I thought it was some important day. It was only after she reminded me that I remembered it was Saturday, and we were going to a club celebration that evening. I've been so engrossed in work every day that I'd even forgotten the date.

She vaguely noticed the change in me lately and asked what was wrong. I smiled and said nothing was wrong. Afraid she'd press me, I went over and put my arm around her, changing the subject by asking what I should wear. She dodged my wandering hands and helped me pick out an outfit. I
'd been here four times already, and each time standing at the villa's entrance felt different. Today, it felt like my safe haven; I'd forgotten about family, forgotten about work, and felt completely relaxed. Although I knew this was only temporary comfort, at that moment I just wanted to indulge myself and enjoy this rare freedom.

I don't know if it was my change in mood that affected my wife, or if she had already been looking forward to this, but her face also showed a relaxed joy.

As soon as we entered, Liang Yuzhen greeted us and pulled my wife into a group of women. With that incident over, everyone seemed to relax, raising their glasses and chatting, laughter filling the air. The familiar lively, joyful, and slightly ambiguous atmosphere returned. I

arrived a bit early today; not everyone was there yet. It was just me, Su Feng, Huo Lixiang, and the Zhou Cang couple. The men gathered together, drinking and chatting.

Gradually, Wu Peng and the Qian Hao couple arrived as well. After a few days of rest, Li Qiuyue looked much better. She wore a white floral dress, carried a handbag, and wore bright silver high heels, exuding elegance.

I hadn't observed her closely before; her features were well-proportioned, and her figure was beautiful. While her bust wasn't as large as Liang Yuzhen's or Gao Yue's, it was perfectly proportioned, suitable for all body types. However, what was most striking was the small black mole at the corner of her left eye. That mole, at the corner of a woman's eye, is sometimes called a "spring mole," and it's rumored that women with spring moles can bewitch everyone and are inherently seductive. I can understand this kind of talk to some extent now. When a woman has fair skin and only a mole at the corner of her eye, no matter how she speaks or smiles, men will unconsciously look towards her, sometimes noticing the woman's eyes are like pools of autumn water, full of allure, and easily bewitched by her.

Some people call it a "peach blossom mole" because the corner of the eye is the palace of wives and concubines. This mole makes a woman never settled down, and she has no self-control when she sees an attractive man.

As more and more people arrived, the atmosphere gradually became more lively. After a few drinks, people became more relaxed. From the women's side, there were occasional playful fights and playful scoldings. The wife slowly blended into the atmosphere and laughed along with them.
Soon, two more couples arrived. Su Feng introduced me to one of them. They both looked to be only twenty-four or twenty-five years old. The man was named Guo Xiang, and the woman was named Tang Wei. They were a handsome couple, dressed very fashionably. Such a young couple should have been married recently and were in the honeymoon phase. I didn't understand why they had joined the club.
The other couple was much more mature, probably around thirty years old. The man was named Qin Wei, and the woman Zhao Shiya. Qin Wei looked refined and cultured, similar in style to Huo Lixiang. However, there seemed to be a slight difference; Huo Lixiang was more conservative, while Qin Wei was a bit more outspoken. Zhao Shiya, on the other hand, had a very artistic air about her, like a woman who would often stand by the window with a book in hand for an entire morning.

Just as we were getting to know each other, Ye Ziyan came out and announced that the other two couples had something to do that evening and couldn't make it, then announced that the celebration should begin.

Perhaps due to the stress of the past few days, they were having a lot of fun tonight and were quite open. They even took out playing cards and started playing a card game.

My wife had been here a few times, but had never seen this game before. After I explained the rules, she blushed deeply, especially when she heard that we had to undress in public and even pretend to play sexual games in front of others. She hesitated, seemingly very embarrassed. Everyone was waiting for us, so I could only whisper that we might not lose that many times. Having come this far, she knew there was no turning back. With a bitter face, she drank a glass of wine to bolster her courage before reluctantly agreeing.

In the first few rounds, my wife and I didn't draw an eight, but thankfully, we didn't draw an ace either. Watching the other couples struggle with drinking, forcing themselves to down a glass in one go, my wife gradually joined in, becoming excited.

Especially Wu Peng and Qin Xue, who downed two glasses in just a few rounds. Her originally serious, aloof face couldn't withstand the alcohol's influence, two red blushes appearing on her cheeks, showing signs of intoxication. She occasionally pursed her lips, a faint smile playing on her lips.

But our good fortune didn't last long. After more than ten rounds, when it was my wife's turn, she finally drew an ace. Almost all the couples had already drunk, but we were the only ones who had drawn one for the first time, and everyone cheered like it was New Year's.

Having watched such a spectacle for so long, my wife relaxed, looking at me timidly. I could only dejectedly take the lead, tilting my head back and gulping down the first mouthful, almost spitting it out. Last time, when my wife and I were welcomed, I wasn't sure, but today I'm finally certain. There wasn't just one type of alcohol on the food cart. While chatting, we drank refreshing, low-alcohol beverages, but the punishment drinks were all high-proof spirits.

Enduring the burning sensation in my throat, I forced down the glass, my whole body starting to feel hot, as if I were soaking in a vat of liquor. The alcohol seeped into my body through my pores, irresistible and impossible to refuse. I finally understood how the others felt, and why they showed signs of intoxication and lost self-control after only one or two drinks—this was clearly intentionally prepared.

One glass made me feel lightheaded and confused. Worried my wife might choke, I told her the liquor was strong and to be prepared.

Seeing me finish, everyone applauded and urged my wife to drink quickly.

My wife pursed her lips, frowned, and slowly tried it. The moment the liquor went down her throat, I saw her shudder as if burned by hot coals, her brow furrowing even more. Knowing the rules—the cup couldn't leave her lips, or she'd be punished—she could only grimace and continue trying little by little. Each sip felt like a sharp poke; her expression and physical reaction conveyed her discomfort.

Before she'd finished, a blush crept onto her face. I witnessed that blush appear and disappear, a sight that filled me with surprise and wonder. After only half a sip, she couldn't take it anymore; her mouth seemed unable to open, and wine dripped from the corners of her lips.

"Be careful, or you'll be punished!" Liang Yuzhen, always eager for chaos, called out.

My wife gave Liang Yuzhen a resentful look, immediately slowing her pace, no longer daring to slack off. The cup emptied slowly; with just one sip, her cheeks were flushed and burning hot, as if she had a fever.

"Okay, continue, continue!" Liang Yuzhen was always the one to step up and liven things up. The more they played, the more lively the atmosphere became.

After a few drinks, they were both a little carried away, their words and actions alike, and the woman was no exception. Lewd jokes circulated, and many women joined the discussion, some even retaliating when their husbands were criticized.

As the rounds progressed, two couples had already downed three drinks. Qian Hao and Li Qiuyue were having the worst luck that night. Qian Hao only took off his jacket, while Li Qiuyue, wearing only a white floral dress, was completely exposed in one go. Moreover, she drew the wrong card three times out of the four times she lost, making her furious and frustrated. The wife was still somewhat disoriented by the scene. Seeing Li Qiuyue in her underwear, her snow-white skin exposed to everyone's view, she shrank back, as if she were the one being stripped naked, or perhaps she was imagining what she would do if she were stripped like that herself. The men, however, were different. Their gazes were unabashed, staring at Li Qiuyue from head to toe. Li Qiuyue's slender figure was clad in a pink bra and panties. Her cleavage was quite deep, and although her lower body was partially obscured, tufts of black pubic hair still peeked out, sticking out against her white skin.
The sight made the men's mouths dry and their hearts race. I was no exception, but thankfully my wife was engrossed in her own world and paid no attention to me.

Even though Li Qiuyue was quite open, facing the gazes of seven or eight men, her cheeks still flushed, and her eyes welled up with tears. Seemingly understanding that restraint would only fuel the men's desire, she simply ignored it, stood up straight, and openly displayed herself before us. This was practically a provocation; many men swallowed hard, and I felt a surge of blood rushing through my veins. Li Qiuyue was in the worst possible situation; she needed to distract herself from the burning, naked gazes, immediately rallying others to continue, trying to drag other women into the fray.

Soon, many couples were drawn in, and the atmosphere in the room became increasingly romantic. Surrounding them were women of all shapes and sizes, some with ample bosoms, others with slender waists, and still others with long, straight legs, making the men unsure where to look, wishing they had more eyes.

My wife and I were lucky tonight, having only drunk our second glass of wine. I was still relatively unaffected, but her face was already as red as a ripe tomato, making me want to take a bite.

Whether it was the vast expanse of white, tender flesh around her that diluted her reserve, or the alcohol that numbed her, making her forget her shyness, her words became more explicit, her actions bolder, gradually blending into the atmosphere. She would clap and cheer when she won, and get excited when other couples were punished. After a few more rounds, my wife and I lost again. After three glasses of wine, my wife was so weak she could barely stand, still occasionally giggling and babbling incoherently. Only we, Qin Wei, and Zhao Shiya remained unnaked. Zhao Shiya had gotten the better end of the deal; she was wearing a women's business casual suit, and after taking off her top, she was left with a white blouse, through which a white lace bra could be vaguely seen. However, her business skirt had already been removed along with her blouse, revealing a very eye-catching white fuzzy underwear.

Ye Ziyan was dressed more conservatively today, her bra and underwear both black, covering most of her body. But like many men, I couldn't help but glance at her body, fantasizing about what lay beneath, recalling the passionate nights we spent together.

My wife couldn't hold her liquor, and I had a selfish urge to protect her. I suggested we stop here for the night, but the group insisted on continuing. I had a feeling they were after some goal, and they wouldn't give up until they achieved it.

Hope shattered, I could only continue playing along. After a few rounds, Zhao Shiya's last blouse also fluttered to the ground, another woman in the water, and everyone applauded and cheered. They united, turning their attention to my wife and me, the only ones still in the act.
I finally understood that feeling of "not fearing the thief's theft, but fearing the thief's eyeing," that's exactly how I felt back then. I suggested we stop here again, but Liang Yuzhen was the first to refuse, and all the couples were unwilling to give up, insisting on playing a few more rounds. Forced into it, I glared at Liang Yuzhen. There's a saying, "The most poisonous heart is a woman's," and it certainly applied to her. Some were punished by drinking, some by kissing in public, and for the more ruthless, the husbands and wives had to fulfill a small request. I made up my mind that I'd teach Liang Yuzhen a lesson sometime, let her know what's what.

Wishes are beautiful, but reality is always cruel. Before my wish could be fulfilled, after just one round, my wife drew an Ace.

She stared blankly at the Ace in her hand that determined her fate for several seconds, a mixture of amusement and exasperation. If I had drawn it, she might have angrily scolded me, venting her frustration, but since she drew it herself, she was speechless. I actually breathed a sigh of relief, because if we kept playing, I'd eventually draw it too. This felt like a second gamble, a gamble between my wife and me. If I drew the winning number, I was doomed; if she drew it, I was spared. But when she actually drew it, I felt a pang of guilt, hoping to let her vent her frustrations, at least that would make her feel better. Looking at the men's predatory gazes, those who had been eyeing my wife's body for so long, hoping to satisfy their cravings and have a taste, feeling that desire to at least feast their eyes even if they couldn't have her, I felt frustrated and helpless, wishing time would stop.

"Take it off, take it off, take it off..." It was Liang Yuzhen again, that woman, leading the charge, with a hint of schadenfreude. Everyone shouted excitedly, especially the men, who kept whistling.

But time couldn't be stopped, and with the crowd's jeers, my wife, though mostly drunk, could still feel the men's enthusiasm and the desire in their eyes. Making her remove her outer garment in front of so many men, even slightly tipsy, would still cause her deep-seated shyness and reserve to surface.

My wife's helpless, questioning gaze made my heart tremble even more. I wanted to run away with her, but I couldn't.

"If you don't want to, you'll be punished twice over," Ye Ziyan suddenly stepped forward, a charming smile playing on her lips. Although she was speaking to my wife, her eyes were fixed on me, her gaze sparkling with desire. Ye Ziyan,

with only her inner beauty remaining, already exuded an irresistible allure, and now she was using this move. I was instantly unable to look away, following her captivating gaze to her erect breasts, and then to her snow-white waist, my mouth watering involuntarily.

Just as my gaze was about to move downwards to observe that patch of grass, a black evening gown, still carrying the faint fragrance of my wife's body, fell onto my head, blocking my view.

I immediately snapped out of it, frantically pulling the black dress off my head. Everyone burst into laughter, and many women glanced at me, grinning. The scene was a whirlwind of activity, each wave more intense than the last. Although I made a fool of myself, I certainly got a good look, so it was worth it.

"So what if

you take your clothes off?" My wife, perhaps jealous or from the alcohol, snapped at Ye Ziyan. Lost in the moment, I was stunned by her words and almost lost my balance. I stared at her, dumbfounded. Was this really her? Would she really say something like that? Was this the same reserved, shy woman from just seconds ago? Was she delirious with anger or drunkenness? I reached out to stroke her forehead.

"What are you doing!" My wife brushed my hand away, pointing to her body. "Look here if you want to see! Is there anything different?"

It seemed both jealousy and alcohol were at play. I was speechless, too ashamed to argue, and could only smile obsequiously as I withdrew my hand.
I banged my head against the wall repeatedly, and the other women laughed even harder, especially Liang Yuzhen, whose chest bounced wildly with laughter, making one worry that it might jump out of the fabric at any moment, or that the rope might snap under the strain. Ye Ziyan's eyes gleamed with triumph, and I could only sigh inwardly, swallowing my bitterness along with my saliva. Finally, when they saw my wife's smooth, delicate body, the lust in those men's eyes didn't subside; instead, it burned even brighter. They seemed impatient to spend a night with her, to ravage her, to ride her, to wantonly defile and trample her.

I was furious, but powerless to resist. Whether it was deliberate revenge or because her anger hadn't subsided, my wife seemed to have let go, standing there nonchalantly, letting those men swallow their saliva anxiously, only able to feast their eyes. Before long, my wife even seemed to enjoy the men's passionate gazes. Although I felt a little bitter, I understood; it was like being showered with affection. Just as men enjoy the allure of beautiful women around them and their desire for them, it brings a sense of satisfaction and pride.

This attention allows one to directly experience their own charm, causing their confidence to soar. No man or woman dislikes this feeling. This is why so many women dress provocatively to attract attention, walk the runway in swimsuits for photos, and perform, hoping for greater recognition and praise. The bigger the stage, the more attention, the greater the proof of their charm, and the more amplified their achievements, pride, and confidence. Once experienced, it's unforgettable; it gradually makes one like and become dependent on this feeling.

"Okay, let's continue, let's continue," Liang Yuzhen urged. ...

Eight women stood around, like a lingerie show, various colors and styles vying for attention. This stirred the hearts of all the men, their minds wandering. The game continued, but the men lost much of their focus.
After more than ten rounds, the opportunity finally arrived. I drew an 8, and Liang Yuzhen drew an A. I'll keep track of all the scores, and when I see her bitter face, I'll know it's time for revenge.

Everyone is staring at me, waiting to see how I'll punish them. I've already planned it out, and I said with a lewd grin, "I want to see Guanyin sitting on a lotus." I looked a bit like an old man harassing a young girl. "Huh?" Liang Yuzhen's almond-shaped eyes widened in surprise and doubt.

Everyone in the room looked at me with disgust and disbelief, including Huo Lixiang and my wife.
I naturally wouldn't let such a good opportunity slip by, and I clearly said, "I want to see you and Huo Lixiang perform the Guanyin sitting on a lotus on the carpet."

"Haha!" Upon confirmation, everyone couldn't help but burst into laughter, their faces full of anticipation for a good show.

"I know, you planned to embarrass me all along, didn't you?" Liang Yuzhen asked resentfully. I smiled and didn't refute her. She pouted and continued, "No problem, but what's the point of me and my husband? This whole thing has already happened countless times at home. If anyone's going to do it, it'll be with you for it to be interesting!"

These words were like a high-explosive bomb, exploding in the ears of all the men, making them feel lustful and hot all over. I wasn't much better off; my mouth was dry, my lower body was burning, and I was on the verge of waking up. Huo Lixiang looked embarrassed and reached up to adjust his glasses to hide it.

The women around were all blushing, their mouths agape, unsure of what expression to make. The image seemed to be flashing through their minds.

Liang Yuzhen wanted to drag me into this, but I naturally wouldn't fall for it. I smiled and said, "I just want to see you two."

Liang Yuzhen was alright, just a little annoyed. Caught in the crossfire, Huo Lixiang looked at me with resentment.

"Guanyin sitting on a lotus. Guanyin sitting on a lotus..." The men started cheering, the women blushed, and there was a hint of expectation in their eyes. Even my wife quickly joined in. "Sit down, what's the big deal? Just remember this." Knowing she couldn't avoid it, Liang Yuzhen simply walked out and said boldly. Seeing Huo Lixiang still standing there, she called out angrily, "Come on up, you're a grown man, what's there to be afraid of?"

Huo Lixiang looked at me, shook his head with a wry smile, sighed, walked to the middle of the crowd, and lay down on the carpet.
Although she acted nonchalantly, Liang Yuzhen was still a little stage fright in front of so many people. She stood in front of Huo Lixiang, unable to step over for a long time.

I urged, "Hurry up! Remember to make your voice and expression more realistic when you sit down."

Liang Yuzhen glared at me fiercely, looked around at the people watching the show, and the blush on her pretty face spread even further. She took a deep breath, mustered her courage, stepped over Huo Lixiang's body, aimed at his lower body, and sat down.

"Wow! Great!" Everyone applauded and cheered. The woman's eyes flickered with excitement. Liang Yuzhen was extremely helpless, her pretty brows furrowed, her lips slightly bitten, and she imitated the lotus posture of Guanyin, her hands supporting Huo Lixiang's chest, her buttocks beginning to rise and fall.

"Hurry up and moan, make your expression more convincing, or you won't pass." I said, watching the show. Liang Yuzhen wanted to resist, but was powerless to do so, and could only sulk, but had no choice but to comply. Knowing that if she wasn't serious, it would only drag on longer, she went all out from the start. Her mouth was slightly open, her brows sometimes furrowed, sometimes relaxed, her expression sometimes painful, sometimes pleasurable, and her moans were truly convincing, changing from sharp to painful with her expressions.

Liang Yuzhen was fine, but Huo Lixiang beneath her was in a terrible state. He was stimulated to the point of erection in no time, his penis standing erect, pushing his underwear high. At first, Liang Yuzhen could do as she pleased, but now things were complicated. She sat down and straddled Huo Lixiang's penis.

Huo Lixiang was in excruciating pain, both amused and exasperated. Liang Yuzhen, also uncomfortable from the thrusting, slapped Huo Lixiang's chest in a fit of shame and anger, her movements suggesting she wanted to break the troublesome penis, or tear off the two obstructive pieces of cloth and sit on it completely.

All the men held their breath, their eyes wide. Although there was no actual contact, everyone vaguely heard the patter of raindrops on the pavement, and imagined that plump buttocks sitting on them.
The women weren't much better off; their breathing was rapid, as if they were completely immersed in the scene, their breaths rising and falling with Liang Yuzhen's cries. They were probably also recalling the satisfaction of sitting on a man, being filled.
The spectators were captivated, but the actors were suffering, their hearts and bodies yearning for satisfaction, yet unable to find it. Liang Yuzhen woke everyone up, saying, "Hey, that's about enough!"

Everyone woke up with a start, their faces beaming with smiles, and they clapped, "Good!"

"Passed." A perfect performance, flawless, I said with satisfaction. My wife, watching, leaned softly against me.

Liang Yuzhen was almost the same; she nearly lost her balance when she got up, but luckily Huo Lixiang caught her in time. This caused everyone to burst into laughter again. As I got up from Huo Lixiang's arms, Liang Yuzhen's gaze made me a little uneasy.
The show was over, and I suddenly felt a little scared, blaming myself for my impulsiveness, but I didn't regret it. After all, I had seen such a wonderful performance, and paying a little price was worth it. I just didn't know how Liang Yuzhen would retaliate later, which made me uneasy and a little worried.

"It's about time, is tonight it's over?" I said, having the urge to escape. "No." Liang Yuzhen refused outright. "Isn't there a saying that a gentleman takes revenge even after ten years? There's no need to be so relentless

. There will be other opportunities, don't you all think?" I pleaded with the crowd. "I'm not a gentleman. We have to continue tonight. How about we vote and ask them if they want to continue?" Liang Yuzhen said, giving the crowd a knowing look. Understanding Liang Yuzhen's meaning, everyone cheered and continued, their expressions filled with anticipation. Even Ye Ziyan, who had always thought she was incredibly kind to me, didn't hesitate to side with Liang Yuzhen.
It was a bit pathetic, like a rabbit being discarded after the hunt. They showed no gratitude whatsoever. We had enjoyed ourselves together, and now I had to bear the consequences alone. Not only did they not lend a hand, but they also cruelly kicked me when
I was down. A bunch of heartless people. My wife, worried about being implicated, looked at me with a resentful and helpless expression. Only now did I regret offending Liang Yuzhen. I'd truly forgotten the pain once the wound healed. She had given me so many nightmares, and I had been foolish enough to provoke her.

The game quickly resumed, perhaps to see me fail, as the pace quickened considerably. Without any grudges, once a winner was decided, everyone used the simplest and fastest method to move on to the next round.
The pressure was immense; my hands trembled every time I drew a card. My wife was too afraid to draw, sending me to play instead. Her actions undoubtedly increased the pressure on me.

Even drawing an 8 didn't excite me; I was grateful if I didn't draw an Ace. I did draw an Ace twice, my heart pounding, but it wasn't Liang Yuzhen who drew the 8. At that moment, I felt happier than seeing my own mother. But

good luck always runs out. After stubbornly holding on for over ten rounds, I finally succumbed to the consequences…

Looking at my Ace and Liang Yuzhen's 8, I felt like the world was ending. She, however, was beaming like she'd won the lottery; I bet she'd never been so excited in her life. The horse was already saddled, there was no turning back, so I pressed forward and said, "Speak! What do you want me to do?"

Seeing the expectant looks on everyone's faces, Liang Yuzhen couldn't help but laugh first, slowly saying, "Weren't you enjoying watching? Now I want to see you in doggy style!"

"Ah!" Not only did my wife's face turn pale, but I also exclaimed in surprise.

My reaction pleased Liang Yuzhen, and she said smugly, "Didn't you understand? I want to see doggy style! What do you all think?"

"Yes, doggy style..." Everyone laughed maliciously, their faces full of anticipation.

Doggy style is a very popular position, especially for men, as it produces a sense of conquest. However, some women dislike this position because it easily evokes animalistic associations. Moreover, the disadvantage of this position is the lack of face-to-face eye contact and emotional exchange, which is culturally considered disrespectful to women by feminists, as this position can make women feel oppressed and enslaved.

But this position, because the angles of the man and woman are similar, makes penetration easier. During the rear-entry position, there is less pressure on the woman's abdomen, which is why doctors recommend it for pregnant women. The slapping sound produced by the man's abdominal movements and the woman's buttocks can also enhance male sexual pleasure, thus providing more stimulation. Although I've seen this position many times in films before, my wife and I have never tried it at home. Because she never wants to, I don't want to force her. Today, forced into it, my wife started urging, "Hurry up, doggy style..." and Ye Ziyan and the aloof Qin Xue joined in.

Forced into this situation tonight, my wife is probably under the most psychological pressure. Facing her resentful gaze, I felt a deep sense of guilt. I thought she didn't understand, and I wanted to explain the position to her, but she interrupted me, blaming me.

Having already seen Liang Yuzhen and her husband's performance, my wife, familiar with the rules, knew there was no escaping it. She picked up a glass of strong liquor and downed half a glass in one gulp, making my stomach churn. Putting down the glass, she glared at me angrily, walked to the center of the arena, and slowly crawled on the ground like a puppy.

Seeing my wife's shame and anger, her unwillingness yet helplessness, every man's eyes gleamed. Before I even started, their lower bodies were already erect, wishing they were the ones on top. How could I let them think too much? I quickly followed, crouching behind my wife.

"I want to see the entire position, and I have to bark like a puppy during the process," Liang Yuzhen continued, dropping bombshells.
"Are you kidding me?!" I turned around with a bitter face. "I don't care, it's a classic case of the devil being one step ahead of the saint. Who told you to start this war first?" Liang Yuzhen ignored my grievances and then said smugly, "You don't have to shout, but I won't yell. You can just lie there all night and let us see you to our hearts' content."

Damn it, anger, frustration, and regret all rushed into my heart at that moment. I felt a pang of regret

, thinking, "If only I had done this sooner." "Hurry up!" Under everyone's gaze, my wife's spirit was about to break, urging me from beneath her. I took a breath and had no choice but to give in. Turning my gaze back, my wife was lying beneath me, her smooth, snowy back displaying an alluring curve. Today she was wearing a pale white lace dress, and up close, I could even vaguely see her pink anus beneath the lace. That already restless silver spear instantly stiffened before it even began to move.

"Oh!" Both men and women cheered, but I couldn't hear them anymore. The nerves in my brain had snapped, and my ears were ringing.

I leaned over and lay on my wife's back, but this way I couldn't see what was behind me at all. I dared not thrust too low; when I did, I either poked her anus through her underwear or just brushed past her from below. This made her body go limp, sometimes twisting her hips to avoid it, sometimes squeezing her legs together for the pleasure of friction.

I could clearly feel every reaction from my wife, which fueled my burning desire, making me desperate to find a place to release my pent-up lust. But those two thin sheets of fabric were like an impenetrable city gate, leaving me only to sigh helplessly.

"Scream! Scream! Scream!" the onlookers began to jeer.

This feeling of being watched was very stimulating, and a strange feeling rose within me; I wondered if my wife felt the same way.

I didn't want to lie there like this all night, so each time I thrust, I imitated a moan. The moans sounded like a lascivious love song, causing the men and women around me to tremble and forget all thought.

The men swallowed hard, their lower bodies already erect, pushing their underwear high. Some people unconsciously reached out and rubbed their hardened genitals, trying to relieve the itch. Women unconsciously grabbed the men beside them, panting softly, their pretty faces flushed crimson.

Not only them, but even my wife was struck dumb, her legs clamping tightly together. This made it impossible for me to slide down from below; each time I thrust into her anus, her body involuntarily tried to pull away, only to immediately pull back as if to meet me, her soft gasps gradually turning into screams.

Regardless of my wife's panting, the reactions of the surrounding crowd, or even my own imitation of a dog's bark, I was completely engulfed, unable to escape. At that moment, I felt a sense of humiliation, a real urge to die, yet I also perversely experienced a new, inexplicable pleasure that made me unable to stop, and unwilling to stop.

This inexplicable pleasure and humiliation made me feel dizzy. Morality, self-respect, all kinds of concepts were abandoned, as if everything in the world had become unimportant. I just wanted to release myself boldly; it seemed only in this way could I feel freedom of body and mind, and quell the desires that had been suppressed within me.

"Oh no... Ah!" I don't know how much time had passed, but as everyone and I were lost in the moment, unable to extricate ourselves, I heard my wife's soft moan from beneath me.

It was like heavenly music, like a Buddhist chant, jolting me awake from the sea of desire, rescuing me, and gradually calming the turmoil in my heart. I opened my eyes, frantically scrambling to my feet, my face pale. I couldn't quite describe the feeling—the disappointment of not being able to continue, the shame of being forced to bark like a dog, the self-reproach for my lost state, and the intoxication of guilt.
I didn't know why I had become like this, yet I felt no guilt, nor much regret; instead, a sense of joy. It seemed that our marriage, our love, had been rekindled, allowing me to experience a different kind of passion.

My wife knelt on the ground, panting, her body limp. Even without me on top of her, she couldn't stand. I composed myself and pulled her up. I saw tears welling in her eyes, her delicate beauty like a flower blooming in the morning sun, glistening with dew.

[The End]

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