[Urban] Sexual Encounters Between Soon-to-be Couples (Complete) - 19

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********** ... "I'm going to eat." "You rascal, where are you going? Why aren't you replying!" I wondered about her mood when she sent those texts, and couldn't help but smile. At the same time, I wondered if my deliberate attempts to mold her mindset were clever or... The hour-and-a-half train journey finally allowed me to catch up on some sleep I had severely lacked the night before. Before getting off the train, I texted Brother Qiang to say I had arrived in Hangzhou, and then called a taxi to the teahouse we had arranged to meet. Perhaps because they were used to ripping off Shanghainese, the taxi drivers in Hangzhou weren't very friendly. When I arrived, I found the lobby empty. Brother Qiang and another middle-aged man were already sitting by the window. At about the same time, he saw me and waved me over with a smile. "Hello, Xiao Dong! Have a seat." Brother Qiang stood up and introduced, "This is my friend, Chen Wei. Old Chen, this is a friend I recently met. You can call him Xiao Dong. Don't let his young age fool you; he's already a manager at a large foreign company." " Oh, so young and promising!" the man said politely. He looked to be in his mid-forties, dressed casually, and wearing a large gold ring on his right hand. "Not at all," the waiter greeted us. I had eaten something before boarding the train, so I only ordered a bubble tea. "We're all family, order whatever you like." After exchanging pleasantries for a while, I saw Qiang yawn, and then I heard Chen Wei laugh and say, "Old Xu, you're not young anymore, you need to take care of yourself!" Judging from his expression, he clearly had something else in mind. Qiang glanced at me quickly, then laughed, "Old Xu, I only recently got the hang of it, I just couldn't resist! It's hard work, but you reap what you sow!" Turning to me, he explained, "You saw her last time, my new secretary. Her boyfriend's not around these past few days, hehe." I knew he was referring to Jing, and it seemed Chen Wei had seen her last night too. I deliberately feigned envy and said, "She's very pretty, Qiang, you're quite the ladies' man!" With Chen Wei's agreement, he chuckled and boasted, "To be honest, I was with her until 2 AM last night, and when I came out at noon, she was still asleep!" His explicit words immediately created a somewhat lewd atmosphere. Although I was somewhat prepared, hearing him say it in front of me and another person made my heart pound. Looking at Chen Wei, his expression was a mixture of envy and something strange, as if he were fantasizing about Jing, involuntarily asking, "What do you think of this woman?" He then smiled somewhat sheepishly. Qiang Ge, however, seemed completely unconcerned, chuckling, "I've never had anything this comfortable before." He glanced at me casually, looked around, and lowered his voice, saying, "Putting everything else aside, her entire body, her skin so smooth and tender, so white, the feeling of touching her, tsk tsk..." Hearing him describe his experience with my fiancée to another man in broad daylight, I felt a surge of heat rising to my face, a mixture of humiliation and excitement. Chen Wei's eyes narrowed slightly as he listened, and he pressed, "Is she sexy in bed?" Qiang smiled slightly, "Not exactly sexy, but pretty sexy too." Chen Wei laughed, "Alright, alright, Lao Xu, stop beating around the bush, just tell me." "Actually, that woman is a respectable white-collar worker at a big company." "Oh?" Chen Wei looked surprised, "No wonder, I was wondering why she didn't look like a prostitute." Qiang continued smugly, "Just a perfectly respectable woman, and she's really good down there. If you say she's sexy, she'll push you away when you touch her, but if you say she's not sexy, once she gets into it, hehe, she's pretty uninhibited." "Does she moan?" “She doesn’t scream much at first, but she gets louder as she gets into it, and she can scream however she wants.” Chen Wei swallowed. “I like girls who scream too; it’s really motivating.” I was getting restless, partly curious, partly afraid that my silence would give Chen Wei away. I asked casually, “How did you manage to get your hands on such a gem, Brother Qiang?” Brother Qiang stared into my eyes and said, word by word, “You won’t believe it, but her boyfriend offered himself to me.” I hadn’t expected him to say that so directly. My heart pounded, a mixture of fear and excitement. I was terrified he would reveal that I was the one in front of Chen Wei, but there was also a strange thrill. I glanced nervously at Chen Wei, who looked confused and waited for Brother Qiang to continue. “Her boyfriend likes other people to have sex with her while he watches. I chatted with him online a few times, and then he offered his girlfriend to me.” Chen Wei’s mouth dropped open, speechless for a long time. Seeing that he didn’t seem to be about to implicate me, I breathed a sigh of relief. To make my performance more convincing, I forced myself to remain calm and continued, "Impossible, right? There are men like that?" Brother Qiang's gaze deepened as he smiled at me and said, "Why not? There are many unimaginable things in this world. Some men aren't satisfied with just playing with their wives; they like to go to great lengths to encourage their wives to sleep with other men. Seeing their women serving others is more enjoyable than doing it themselves." I felt extremely uncomfortable under his gaze and description, yet it also stimulated me to my very core. In my heart, I silently screamed, "That's right! That's me!" Chen Wei hadn't recovered from the shock and stammered, "So last night... you... slept with her in front of her boyfriend?" His tone changed towards the end. Qiang Ge chuckled, "No, her boyfriend's away on a business trip, he's not here these past few days." "Oh...right, you mentioned that earlier." Chen Wei sighed, shook his head, and said, "Old Xu, you actually managed to run into something like this, it's quite an eye-opener. Tsk, such a beautiful woman...her boyfriend practically offers himself up for you to sleep with...mmm..." Chen Wei muttered to himself, and the three of them suddenly fell silent, each seemingly savoring the lewd story, speechless for a moment. After a while, Chen Wei suddenly checked his watch: "Hey, we got too carried away, I have things to do." He stood up, took out his wallet, and threw a hundred-yuan bill on the table: "Old Xu, you'll pay for me." He turned to me and smiled: "You guys sit down, we can chat again another time." Then he said to Qiang Ge, "When are you going to bring your mistress out for a meal again, don't be stingy!" He said goodbye and left. With that, only Qiang Ge and I were left, and the atmosphere changed again. I wanted to say something to lighten the mood, but I didn't know where to begin. I wanted to ask him what he and Jing had done last night, but I was too embarrassed to ask. I thought to myself, "Was it good sleeping with my wife last night?" I felt a little uneasy. Qiang calmly lit a cigarette, took a couple of puffs , and then said, "Xiao Dong, I just told that friend about you and Xiao Jing. Are you unhappy about that?" "No, no," I quickly replied, then felt I was being too passive and stopped talking. Qiang looked at me calmly and said, "Tell me what you think, or I'll continue my way." "You mean…"

“You’re a smart guy. I think you know what you want, but taking that step always feels a little awkward, doesn’t it?”
I felt a mix of shame and annoyance at having my ugliness exposed, yet also an immense thrill. My face flushed, and I couldn’t speak.
“The choice is entirely yours, but you also know that if I’m too cautious all the time, I won’t achieve the state you want.”
“I… I’ll think about it…” I said weakly.
“Brother, what are you still thinking about? You’ve hesitated for so long, it’s time to make a decision.” Qiang’s tone remained the same, but his voice became more direct.
I felt like I was sitting on pins and needles, countless thoughts swirling in my mind. I nodded involuntarily: “Okay, within the rules, do whatever you want.”
Qiang smiled with satisfaction, his tone changing as he said, “Want to know how I played with your wife yesterday?”
Hearing him deliberately say “your wife” instead of “Xiao Jing,” I knew I had allowed him to take the lead, and everything was irreversible. After a moment of disappointment, I felt a sense of relief at having given up. With the resistance gone, the excitement intensified.
"Yes."
"I'll pick her up after work, and I'll deliberately take her on the bus. It's rush hour, and the bus is crowded. I'll arrange for someone to stand behind your wife and take advantage of her. She didn't dare to utter a sound. Her face was so red, and she didn't dare to move. She just let that guy grope and rub her for several stops."
"She didn't dodge?"
Jing had been harassed on the subway before, but she could usually protect herself. But with Qiang, she was probably already feeling guilty and afraid of attracting attention, so she didn't dare to speak up when she was being bullied... Just thinking about Jing dressed as a professional woman, filled with anxiety and helplessness, being lewdly groped and humiliated by a strange man on the bus, made me feel like I was about to have a nosebleed.
"She tried to hide, but I held her. The bus was crowded, and she couldn't move. When we got off at the station, I took my bus, and that's when I told her it was my arrangement. The look on her face then, haha, that online friend even texted me saying it was so great." "
She wasn't angry, was she?" I asked a little worriedly, and then added, "That online friend is..."
"I told her it was all a new experience specially designed for her, and to relax. She didn't say anything after that. That guy was someone I found online. I lied and told him that Xiaojing was my wife, and that I needed him to 'train' her. We probably won't contact each other again."
"Hmm...did he say...what did he say about it?" I asked, my throat dry.
"He said your wife is a real beauty, with great skin, and even asked if he could have sex with her."
"Hmm...what happened next?"
"Then I took your wife out to eat, and had her take off her underwear when no one was looking. I pretended to drop my chopsticks and had her spread her legs so I could see her pussy." As
Qiang Ge spoke, he looked around to make sure no one was watching, and then pulled a small wad of cloth from his pocket.
"So, what your wife wore last night?"
I looked at what he was holding in his hand, and sure enough, it was Jing's black lace panties. The thought of those panties that had covered her delicate private parts last night, now being held tightly in another man's rough hand, sent a shiver of intense arousal through me.
"Was she... cooperative?"
"She was hesitant at first, slow, and when she was halfway undressed, a waiter came over, and her panties were hanging on one thigh, scaring your wife half to death, haha. Later, after having a few drinks with me, and unable to resist me seeing her genitals, she became much more natural."
I thought to myself, Jing hadn't agreed to such a bold move before. Maybe sometimes, for women, in new environments and with different men, they're more open.
"And then?"
"Then I took her for a walk by West Lake."
Qiang suddenly smiled smugly.
"I deliberately let her drink a few more glasses at dinner, and before we left, I didn't give her a time to go to the bathroom. Not long after we got to West Lake, she needed to go to the toilet. I deliberately chose a dark road with no restrooms, and soon she couldn't hold it in anymore. I told her to hide by the roadside to pee, but she refused at first. Later, she couldn't hold it in any longer, so she had to hide behind a tree to relieve herself, hehe."
"She...peed outside?" I widened my eyes, finding it hard to believe that Jing would do such a thing.
“I think she was really holding back her anger, and I kept encouraging her. So, how about it? She’s never done this in front of you, has she?”
I felt a little sour and said unconvinced, “We do play around with exhibitionism a bit, but not in a setting like this.”
Qiang leaned closer to me and said, “When I play with women, the first thing I do is destroy their self-righteous pride. This kind of training through exhibitionism is essential. Only when your wife gets used to having no dignity in front of me, and can’t and doesn’t need to get respect from me, will she completely give up and obey all my commands in certain situations.”
I blushed, thinking to myself, when did I agree to make her completely obedient to you? But I also found the idea very exciting. I avoided his gaze and said “Oh,” hoping he would continue.
“And let me tell you, I guarantee she’ll enjoy this feeling of being subservient. I’m sure your wife is definitely that kind of woman.”
His words were like salt mixed with anesthetic sprinkled on a wound, both stinging and itchy. I imagined Jing stripped of her dignity, like an immature white silkworm prematurely unraveled from its cocoon…
He stared intently at me: “Want your wife to be my sex slave?”
My heart pounded, my breathing quickened: “How?”
He looked at me: “It’s what I tell her to do, and she has to do it.”
His vague words only fueled my imagination, a flood of suggestive, dangerous, perverse, and stimulating possibilities filling my mind, leaving me in turmoil.
The thought that Jing, with just a word from me, would become his tool for sexual gratification filled me with both fear and desire. I tried my best to hold onto my last shred of reason, refusing to let it be consumed by lust.
“It can’t hurt her or me, it can’t affect our privacy or our lives.”
He smiled and patted my shoulder.
“Of course.”
I took a breath, trying to calm my nerves.
“Are we doing it the same way we agreed last time tonight?”
“Yeah, don’t worry, you’ll see the main event.” He said, pulling out his wallet and handing me a key card.

(44)

After having dinner alone and waiting an extra half hour, I arrived at this hotel that used to be a state guesthouse. I found the villa that Brother Qiang had told me about, listened intently at the door, and after confirming there was no sound, I took out my key, opened the gate, walked through the small garden, and finally reached the villa entrance to exchange my room card
and enter. The room had obviously been cleaned; the bed was meticulously made, showing no trace of last night's passion. I went into the bathroom and saw the familiar cosmetic bottles neatly arranged by the sink. I couldn't help but recall Jing looking at herself in the mirror last night. When another man appeared behind her in the mirror, did she feel a little uncomfortable...?
The transparent glass shower room with a jacuzzi was Jing's favorite, but every time she encountered such a design, she would kick me out of the bathroom before she would hum a song and shower for half a day. Did she also kick him out last night, or did she let him see her to his heart's content?
I went back to the bedroom, slowly sat on the bed, and felt the supportive softness of the mattress. Last night, my fiancée was pushed onto this soft, elastic bed, enduring hours of that man's torment and assault with unknown feelings. I carefully lifted the covers, pressed my face against the pillow, and tried to breathe, hoping to catch even a trace of her familiar, comforting scent. The cotton fabric rubbed against my cheek, and I felt the same sensations she had experienced last night. Suddenly, I longed for her, for a woman, for peace… but the room was empty.
My heart felt empty. If none of this had happened, at this time on Saturday, I'd probably be reading a novel online, while Jing would be sitting on the sofa not far behind me, peeling an orange, waiting for her favorite TV series or variety show to start. If she got impatient, she might come over and hug my neck, bothering me a little…
I shook my head. Only when looking back at something extraordinary can one truly appreciate the happiness of a mundane life. I'm still young; I need to live a life full of fresh experiences. Even if it's like a half-ripe persimmon, sweet followed by bitterness, I'm willing to try.
I couldn't help but take out my phone, my finger hovering over the speed dial for a long time. Remembering that I hadn't been able to get through to her last night, I should call back today to put her mind at ease before finally dialing. The phone
rang several times before Jing's voice came through: "Hello?"
"It's me. I went to bed early last night and turned off my phone, so I didn't receive your text message," I said, trying to sound casual.
"Oh." Unusually, Jing didn't press for details or complain.
"What are you doing?"
"Eating." Clearly, with Qiang Ge present, Jing was somewhat reserved.
"How was last night? Did he bully you?" I asked teasingly.
...
Jing was silent for a moment, then said, "I'll tell you when I get back." There was a hint of embarrassment in her voice.
"Okay, okay." I hung up the phone, my smile gradually fading.
...
Nine o'clock, the usual place.
The usual place, of course, was the dark dance hall where the three of us used to go. I found a corner to sit in, ordered a beer, and waited silently in the shadows.
There was so much time, not even enough to kill time by daydreaming, so I had to numb myself with thought. I've been trying to understand myself, but shouldn't I also think carefully about Jing's feelings? In this game, what did she lose, and what did she gain?
Virginity... uh... that thing, the more you take it seriously, the more important it becomes. If you don't care, it's a bit uncertain. For me, I never really thought about finding a virgin to marry, but Jing just happened to leave her virginity to me. But now that I've had the experience of taking my future wife's virginity, I feel it's quite precious, quite worth cherishing.
It's probably that feeling of "possessing" and "losing" virginity, right?
You say your wife's genitals were rubbed against another man's, maybe even through a layer of latex—it's such a trivial thing. Yet most men react with extreme horror, as if they've lost their parents. What about someone like me?
Maybe I won't be angry, maybe I'll even find it exciting. But not being angry doesn't mean I don't care. On the contrary, the reason I find it exciting is because I care. If I saw a man sleeping with another woman, I'd be excited like watching porn. But if he slept with my wife, it would truly excite me to my core.
So, for Jing, when she feels she's "lost" her "virginity" to an outsider, does the more she grieves for being "defiled," the more she experiences the masochistic pleasure that women often feel as victims?
And then there's Xiao Feng… Under my subtle encouragement and guidance, Jing squandered the virginity she had reserved for me, experiencing the forbidden pleasure of near-incest…
Furthermore, did unleashing her most wanton side in front of me, witnessing her fiancé's excruciating pain and pleasure, also fill her with the sexiness and confidence of a bad woman?
I have no doubt that if I called a halt, Jing would immediately end her game with these two men. But that doesn't mean she wasn't enjoying it; perhaps, hidden in the smallest crack of her heart, even she herself couldn't admit, there was a faint curiosity and desire for adventure and further exploration of sensual stimulation. Even if the body is wanton, the mind can't be completely immune, right?
Thinking of this, my eyes involuntarily glanced at the two people who had just entered.
A white, tight-fitting, ultra-short dress, the elastic fabric generously outlining and highlighting her graceful, undulating female curves; her breasts, not exaggeratedly perky, swayed slightly, captivating and mesmerizing. After a moment of stunned admiration, I recognized her as my Jing. Although it wasn't a particularly low-cut design, the tightly fitted outfit was still incredibly sexy. Her hair was tied up in a bun, and her makeup, though not heavy, made Jing appear alluring yet elegant, seemingly unattainable yet also so close.
I pulled down the brim of my baseball cap and shrank further into the darkness.
The two of us sat down near the dance floor. Qiang ordered drinks and chatted occasionally. Jing crossed her legs tightly together, and it was clear that her already short dress rode up even higher after she sat down. From my angle, because the armrest blocked my view, I could only see two pale legs, not the hem of the skirt.
At a distance, having changed her clothes, Jing seemed a little more unfamiliar than usual, and this unfamiliarity made her seem especially captivating tonight. Even the way she held her wine glass lightly, her slightly reserved smiles, made my heart flutter. Suddenly, I realized it had been a week since we'd made love, and her pent-up needs had been completely satisfied by that man last night, leaving no room for anything else… Yet… this was strangely stimulating…
After drinking about half a glass, I saw Qiang lean closer to Jing and say something. Jing smiled, glancing around uncomfortably. Qiang moved his chair closer to Jing, and as I wondered what was happening, I saw Jing lower one of her snow-white thighs, then, as if pressing down on her clothes between her legs, slowly spread her legs apart. From my position, I couldn't see what was between her legs, but Qiang's gaze clearly lingered between those parted, beautiful legs. Was she not wearing underwear again…?
Qiang seemed still unsatisfied, taking a phone from his pocket… it looked like Jing's… He handed it to her, said something, and Jing took it, then hesitated, glancing around before one hand slowly disappeared behind the armrest. A moment later, a light came from that spot. Qiang's gaze was instantly drawn to it, fixed on it, muttering something to himself.
Jing seemed unable to bear the intensity of his gaze, turning her head to the side and shrank limply into her seat. The light only lasted a moment; Qiang said something again, but this time Jing shook her head, raising one slender arm back to the armrest, tightly gripping what she was holding, then sitting up straight.
I guessed pretty much what was going on, but finally couldn't resist sending her a text message.
"What are you playing?"
Sure enough, the thing in Jing's hand lit up, and from a distance, I could vaguely hear two beeping sounds. I watched Jing look at it for a moment, then held her phone and started typing.
"At the dance hall, the one we came to last time."
"Tell me how he played with you."
I was being so direct; I wondered if Jing would scold me. I wanted to ask if she was wearing a bra, but I was afraid I'd hit the nail on the head and she'd suspect I was there.
Seeing Jing constantly sending and receiving messages, Qiang leaned over and asked a question, then smiled and sat back down.
"He made me spread my legs for him to see."
Although I had already seen it, seeing Jing write it like this still made me feel a surge of heat. Brother Qiang really did want her to use the light from her phone screen to illuminate her lower body so he could see clearly. Seeing another man disciplining my fiancée in public like this instantly ignited my lust.
And Jing's cooperation made me feel indescribably strange. When she spread her legs wantonly in front of that man, letting the dim light illuminate her private parts a few inches away, did she feel nervous like a child who had done something wrong, and a tantalizing tingling sensation...?
"Are you wet?"
"I won't tell you." Jing seemed to smile slightly.
"Haha, have fun, report back anytime."
This time Jing didn't reply.
...
Soon the lights dimmed further, and I checked my watch; it was exactly ten o'clock—the blackout dance had begun.
Couples of men and women, who had been waiting for a long time, walked onto the dance floor. Jing, dressed in white, stood out; even the men with partners beside her were stealing glances at her furtively. Qiang, with his arms around Jing's slender waist, stood in the center of the dance floor.
I knew that in a few seconds, the area would be plunged into complete darkness, and only the two of them would know what he was about to do to Jing. I opened my eyes wide, wanting to see one more time, but at that moment, the lights went out completely as the music started.
A wave of disappointment washed over me, and I remained motionless for a long time. The soft, rhythmic melody plucked at my heartstrings. I imagined Qiang Ge, just inches away from the strangers around him, lifting Jing's dress completely, his large, warm hands exploring her bare, smooth skin, greedily groping up and down, her exposed buttocks and back, wondering if they had been intentionally or unintentionally touched by strangers around them during the dance… His
slightly rough fingers gently pinched and rubbed Jing's delicate nipples… Oh… Jing's round breasts, which she herself would often admire in the mirror, were becoming increasingly full and hot, heavily supported in the man's hands, gently tossed about, her heart rising and falling with the rhythm…
After a while, the music ended, the lights dimmed, and I could see that the two were still roughly in the same place, but Jing had leaned softly against Qiang Ge's chest, her arms wrapped around his neck, as if she would slip down without his support. I could vaguely see his hand in the crowd, brazenly grasping the roundest part of Jing's buttocks.
My heart clenched instantly—that was my fiancée! So many people were watching! Those large, manly hands were now brazenly fondling her private parts in broad daylight. It would have been one thing if it were dark, but now the lights were on! If someone we knew saw this, I… I would be utterly humiliated. My face flushed crimson as I lowered my head, as if friends and family were actually watching, witnessing her flirting and caressing another man, while I, a hungry spectator, watched with lust.
The world returned to darkness, and I, amidst the bittersweet sensation, sank deeper and deeper into a world of fantasy, as if I could see his fingers slowly probing between her legs, traversing that fragrant patch of grass, finding a moist, warm crevice… Would the already extremely sensitive folds of her petals, in this dangerous environment unseen by others, experience an even more intense, tingling sensation than usual…?
Having thoroughly enjoyed Jing's alluring body last night, if he were to skillfully tease the shy clitoris hidden within its soft, layered flesh again, would Jing become uncontrollably aroused…? Would he boldly unzip his pants, guiding her delicate hands to grasp his penis and deliberately stroke it, even… My glans gently pressed against the moist source, while I whispered sensual words in her ear. My swollen penis, lodged in the passageway leading to her womb and soul, only touched the initial few centimeters, not going deep, yet gently rotating with the swaying of her body…
The dark environment felt like a dream. I searched for the strange, unspeakable corners of my soul, probing them unrestrainedly with my imagination, reaping waves of deep-seated tingling and trembling…
Darkness alternated with darkness. In a daze, after about four or five cycles, I was somewhat surprised to see Qiang Ge leading Jing back. They walked to the table where they had been sitting. Jing, without stopping, went straight to the restroom. Qiang Ge sat down and took a sip of beer, looking relaxed and satisfied.
I took out my phone and sent him a text: "Not jumping anymore? I'm in the corner, don't tell her."
Qiang took out his phone, smiled, looked around but didn't see me, and replied: "There's more to the show."
"What show?"
"Why are you waiting for your wife to come out and see her?"
I was curious and about to ask again when I saw Jing walk by out of the corner of my eye. She stopped next to Qiang but didn't sit down. They leaned against the armrest and talked for a few words. Qiang patted her thigh with an encouraging expression. Jing seemed reluctant but couldn't resist him, and hesitantly walked towards the door.
As Jing walked, I gradually guessed what the game was about. My heart jumped into my throat. This was something Qiang had mentioned to me in the plan. Was it really going to happen before my eyes?
My mind was in a mess. At this moment, Jing had already approached the door. She was still a few steps away from the seven or eight prostitutes in twos and threes when she involuntarily stopped. A woman nearby gave her a disapproving glance, and Jing suddenly turned and stood against the wall, head down, wringing her hands as if at a loss. A moment later, she looked up at Qiang Ge, only to see him smiling at her. She quickly lowered her head again, standing still, slightly hunched over, one hand rubbing her other arm, whether from cold or nervousness, I couldn't tell.
Seeing her like this, I became even more certain that Qiang Ge had convinced her… she really wanted to try… dancing with a stranger! I know exactly how this "dark dance" works. The customer pays, so they can do whatever they want with her…
Jing is dressed so thinly, she probably doesn't even have underwear. If the customer finds out, he won't let her go… My fiancée, how can I let someone bully her like this… But… but if she agrees, takes the money and lets a stranger take advantage of her, isn't that exactly the scene I've been fantasizing about for so long… My chest heaved. Looking at Jing's unsettled expression, I knew she was struggling internally. Fear, heartache, excitement—all sorts of feelings surged within me.
Jing's appearance and attire were too dazzling in this environment. Although she huddled to one side, a short man quickly approached her and struck up a conversation. Jing seemed bewildered as she responded, and I couldn't quite make out what they said.
My heart trembled. On one hand, I hoped to see Jing resolutely refuse him, and on the other hand, I was intensely stimulated by the imagined scene. For a moment, I held my breath. Fear quickly took over, and I wanted to scream, "No!"
I wanted to rush over and pull Jing away, but I couldn't bring myself to take a step. Just as my heart was pounding in my chest, I finally saw Jing shake her head. The man asked again, and this time Jing was resolute, making him reluctantly walk away, though she kept looking back with a reluctant expression.
I breathed a sigh of relief, my heart calming down, though I was still a little scared. I watched as Jing strode quickly to their table, slumped into her seat, and took a large gulp of her drink. Brother Qiang leaned closer, smiling and talking. Jing put down her cup, one hand on her chest, and just shook her head.
Brother Qiang paused, then asked something else. Jing looked shy and didn't speak for a moment. Brother Qiang waved towards the door, and Jing hesitated for a long time before finally nodding.
Brother Qiang sat back down, satisfied, and gestured for the waiter to pay the bill.
...
After they disappeared for about ten minutes, I finally went out.
Sitting in the swaying taxi, I stared blankly out the window.
When the scene I'd imagined countless times actually unfolded before me, I realized clearly that I wasn't ready. Clearly, she wasn't either.
But why? What was the difference between being with a stranger and being with Brother Qiang? What was it that I ultimately couldn't accept?
I thought for a long time without any clue. It's really not easy for a person to know what they want.

(45)

I walked cautiously along the stone path in the hotel villa area, constantly watching my surroundings. Although I left ten minutes later than them, I figured the taxi driver would be driving faster, so I still needed to avoid bumping into them.
My phone suddenly rang. I pulled it out and saw it was Qiang Ge: "Hello?"
"Have you arrived at the hotel?"
"Yes, almost at the villa."
"Watch the entrance, your wife will be here soon too. Be careful not to be seen. I can't say more, I'll hang up now."
Curious, I stealthily approached, hiding in the shadows of the roadside trees. I vaguely heard the rapid clatter of high heels on the pavement. I quickly hid behind the nearest tree and peered out. In the dim light of the streetlamp, a familiar figure jogged towards the villa. Without looking closely, I knew it was Jing, but she was completely naked!
...
In this semi-public setting, Jing was running around outside completely naked… She covered her chest with both hands, her beautiful figure unbelievably fully exposed, her shapely hips swaying with each step…
I was both excited and worried. She rushed to the door, but couldn't open it!
I knew there were always staff walking around this villa area, and the lights at the villa entrance were the brightest; anyone who approached would see her completely naked! Jing covered her private parts with one hand, glancing around while frantically knocking on the door with the other, trying not to knock too loudly, pacing anxiously. Although I usually enjoyed exposing her a little, I'd never played such a daring game before, and my heart was pounding.
Those few seconds felt like an eternity…
The moment the door opened, Jing pushed her way in, but was blocked by a body, only managing to get halfway in.
I saw Qiang hug her, whispering something in her ear, a large hand stroking her back, seemingly calming her. With his next move, he turned Jing around. Jing hurriedly reached to close the door, but he grabbed her from behind, preventing her from moving. At this moment, most of Jing's body was inside the doorway; unless someone was directly facing her, they wouldn't see her. She stared wide-eyed out, her hands unable to cover herself. Jing was clearly overwhelmed by the shame of being exposed, twisting her body to try and break free from his embrace.
I knew they could easily slip into the yard, and I breathed a slight sigh of relief. I saw her hunch over, legs pressed together, trying to squat down, but he held her tightly, his arms constantly arching and squeezing her full breasts. Jing turned her head, quickly whispering something, her expression a mixture of shame and anxiety. This lewd scene made me feel a pang of pity, yet it also aroused a strong desire within me.
After a moment, the two seemed to have reached some kind of compromise. Qiang released her, and Jing, now free, immediately covered her chest. Still looking around warily, she then squatted down.
Qiang unzipped his pants, seemingly casually turning halfway around, but I knew he wanted me to see more clearly. Jing looked at the half-grown thing in front of her, smoothed her hair, grasped the shaft with one hand, raised it high, and lowered her head to lick and suck his testicles for a while.
Although it wasn't the first time I'd seen Jing perform oral sex on him, I never imagined it would happen in such a situation. I was astonished that Jing could be so engrossed in such an unsafe environment. Seeing his conquest-like expression as he looked down at Jing filled me with mixed feelings, yet I desperately wanted to watch. Just as my heart was churning, he smiled at the door and closed it.
I felt a pang of disappointment, somewhat relieved that they hadn't been seen by anyone. I wanted to go over and listen for any sounds, but after a few unbearable minutes, I couldn't resist tiptoeing over and pressing my ear to the door, holding my breath and peering through the crack. They were gone. I had my key, but I was afraid of being heard, so I hesitated to go in. Afraid of being seen acting suspiciously by the staff, I simply walked away and strolled around the villa area.
Thankfully, Qiang called soon after: "Where are you?"
"Not far."
"Come in and hide in the yard; she's taking a shower."
"Okay."
There were a few palm trees in the small yard, perfect for hiding. The large window in the bedroom faced the yard. The blinds were open, and the room was bright and clear. I could see Qiang putting something from a bag onto the bedside table. A short while later, Jing came out wrapped in a white bath towel. Seeing what he was fiddling with, her expression seemed a little unnatural, while Qiang Ge had a broad smile. They exchanged a few words, and then Qiang Ge took off his clothes, clearly going to take a shower.
Jing sat on the edge of the bed, habitually picking up the remote and changing channels, her eyes involuntarily glancing at the things on the cabinet, fiddling with them a few times. A moment later, she got up again, took her phone from a small bag on the sofa, leaned back against the headboard, and started typing, seemingly sending a text message… Wait!
I jolted awake, frantically pulling out my phone, but the two beeps were already ringing, the volume, even after being turned down, still sounding horribly loud in the quiet night. I crouched down, my heart pounding, silently cursing my stupidity, quickly putting the phone on silent mode, not daring to look up to see if Jing had noticed the noise outside the window.
After a long while, with minimal movement, I peeked out through the blinds and saw that Jing seemed unresponsive. I breathed a sigh of relief and looked down at Jing's text message.
"Honey, what are you doing?"
I replied quickly, "Surfing the internet at home, what about you?"
"Just took a shower, missed you."
"I missed you too, had fun?"
"Want to play with you."
"Take good care of me when you come back tomorrow."
"Miss me?"
"Yeah, just thinking about you and him doing it makes me so hard."
"Bad guy, he brought a lot of weird stuff, I'm so scared."
I thought it was probably the stuff on the bedside table, and wrote expectantly, "What kind of stuff?"
"Ropes and stuff, some of which I've never seen before."
"Let loose tonight, if it's fun we'll buy a set too."
Before Jing could reply, Qiang had already finished showering and returned to the bedroom. Seeing Jing holding her phone, he asked with a smile, and Jing leaned over and put the phone on the other bedside table. Before she could get up, Qiang had already pounced on her. Jing stiffened, not very cooperative, but didn't resist, softly letting him kiss and caress her. His hands didn't stop; he untied the towel from her body, grabbed her breasts and began to knead them, occasionally teasing Jing's nipples with his thumb.
After a while of tenderness, he suddenly got up, took a dark object from the cabinet, and fiddled with it, trying to put it over Jing's head. Jing instinctively tried to resist, and after a few words, she half-heartedly accepted it—it was an eye mask.
I knew the real show was about to begin, and I couldn't help but get excited. I wondered if Jing was feeling a mix of nervousness and anticipation.
He then picked up a large pair of headphones and put them on himself, connected to an MP3 player. I was a little curious, but I saw him adjust them for a moment before taking them off and putting them on Jing. Oh, so even the sound was masked, and the volume was adjusted just right. Seeing this, I couldn't help but admire his meticulousness.
Depriving Jing of sight and hearing, he turned towards the window, waved, and then gestured towards the door. I understood and went to the door, and sure enough, it opened gently.
He smiled at me, gestured for me to be quiet with his finger to his lips, and let me tiptoe into the house. The music in Jing's headphones completely masked the sound of the door opening and closing, leaving her completely unaware. I found a spot not too far away and sat quietly in a chair, watching her. Afraid that Jing would detect my presence, I deliberately slowed my breathing.
For some reason, a blindfolded woman always seems so helpless, especially Jing, who was now lying naked on the bed. Qiang picked up a red rope from the cabinet, his eyes seemingly never leaving her, admiring her from head to toe for a moment before pulling her up, removing the headphones from her head, and saying in a commanding tone, "Put your hands behind your back."
Jing hesitated for a moment, then slowly crossed her hands behind her back, her full breasts involuntarily rising. The moment the red rope bound her wrists, Jing opened her mouth slightly, her body trembling involuntarily, but no sound came out.
Last time, when she had her nude photos taken, at least the photographer had an assistant. Today, in this private space where she had no one to turn to, she completely surrendered herself to a man she knew very little about. Was Jing more filled with fear and suspicion, or curiosity and excitement?
In any case, it was too late now.
The red cord wrapped around her front, the first loop around the upper part of her breasts. As it wrapped around again, the man's large hands slowly lifted her two heavy testicles one by one, wedging the second loop under the lower edge. He tightened it slightly behind her back, and Jing tilted her head back and gasped. The originally smooth lines of her chest and nipples were now jarringly constricted, making her breasts appear even larger and more prominent, instantly transforming the overall impression into one of lewdness.
After several loops around her neck, the rope snaked down to her lower body: "Lie down."
He pushed Jing down, wrapping it three times around each of her plump thighs, then bent her legs, crossing her ankles and pushing them towards her chest. This position was clearly difficult for Jing, who hadn't yet graduated from yoga, and she struggled a few times.
"Don't move!" His unquestionable tone sent a chill down my spine. Jing's eyes were blindfolded, so I couldn't see her expression; she only bit her lip, silently letting him bind her feet. After one knot, there was no part of her body she could move freely.
Seeing Jing bound like a dumpling, panting slightly as she adjusted, I felt a pang of reluctance, yet I couldn't help but be amazed by the strange allure of the rough red fibers digging into her snow-white flesh. Qiang Ge knelt on the bed, looking at the woman in front of him with satisfaction, muttering, "What female college student, what high-level white-collar worker, she's still stripped naked and tied up like a sow by me."
Although I didn't experience it firsthand, I could imagine that Jing was feeling incredibly vulnerable at that moment. Suddenly being humiliated like this, she screamed, her face instantly turning crimson, struggling violently. Before she could react further, Qiang Ge suddenly lifted her buttocks and bent down to lick her vulva. Jing cried out, her voice trembling with sobs, but he ignored her, sucking on her genitals with loud, lewd sounds. Gradually, Jing's cries changed, becoming mixed with panting. After a while
, perhaps seeing that Jing's mood had calmed down a bit, he stopped sucking, loosened the rope around her lower body, fastened it to the bedside lamp's bracket, and then took another rope and tied it to the headboard in the same way. Then he lifted Jing's buttocks, letting only her head, shoulders, and upper back support her body, and coldly said, "Spread your legs."
His face was only a hand's width away from Jing's private parts; she could probably feel his breath. Asking her to do a split at that distance was naturally a bit of a struggle. Seeing that Jing had finally managed to spread her legs halfway, he shouted, "Spread them further! Spread them even wider!" Jing looked tense, but then heard him say, "How many men have you been with?"
Jing didn't understand what he meant, and with a strained posture, she said in a hoarse voice, "Two."
He coldly said, "Two men, they've fucked you hundreds of times. They've already fucked you so much your legs can't even close. What are you pretending for, you slut? Spread them!" Saying this, he roughly pressed her legs outwards with both hands, splitting them almost 180 degrees, and tied each ankle with two ropes. Actually, although Jing and I have frequent sex, I still feel that she's very tight down there; Brother Qiang has even praised her to me several times.
Hearing such degrading words, especially since she was being toyed with by this man, Jing must have felt utterly ashamed, even knowing it was just a game. Seeing her being brutally violated by Qiang Ge, barely maintaining her balance while her lips were tightly pressed together, almost to the point of tears, I felt a pang of pity, yet I couldn't resist watching how she would immerse herself in this "training."
Qiang Ge finished securing Jing, still kneeling on the bed, his chin lightly rubbing against her genitals, saying, "Has Xiao Dong ever played with you like this before?"
"No..." I thought to myself that rope bondage wasn't really my forte; I'd have to learn it later. But it was also because I hadn't been willing to do it, and now someone else had gotten there first.
"Is it embarrassing to be in this position?"
Jing's chest and abdomen were compressed, making it difficult for her to speak; she managed a weak "hmm.
" "Do you feel very degrading?"
Jing turned her head away, resisting the pressure of a moment of silence, but finally managed another "hmm" through her nose.
"Do you like this feeling?"
Jing whimpered, shaking her head without answering.
“Women are born to be used as sex tools by men,” Qiang Ge said naturally and calmly, picking up a chain with two clips at each end from the bedside. “So this feeling of being degraded makes you instinctively feel excited.”
If I said this normally, I would certainly provoke a strong backlash from Jing. But in this strange and lewd training environment, I knew that such words were nothing short of an aphrodisiac.
“No…it’s not like that…” Jing protested in vain, her soft voice unable to convince even herself.
“A woman’s sense of security comes from a man’s favor, or from receiving a man’s seed for fertilization, to pass on his lineage, so the more a man releases his lust on you, the more instinctively satisfied you become.”
“No…don’t say that…” Jing shook her head, resisting insincerely.
He completely ignored her: “Tell me, you like men to release their lust on you.”
“I like…men releasing…lust on me…” Jing said haltingly, and I could see the pleasure that these words brought her.
"What kind of man do you like, and how do you release your pent-up desires ?"
"I...I don't know..." The metal chain clamping her nipples gleamed silver, meandering from Jing's beautiful face toward her target: "There's no one else here. Tell your master your secret." Hearing him refer to himself as her master, I couldn't help but feel anxious, watching to see how Jing would react. Jing didn't seem to find anything wrong with it, hesitatingly saying, "Oh...um...strong...big thing down there...pressing me down...fuck me hard, like...you did last night..." I almost had a nosebleed listening to this, I really wanted to know how he used her last night... "You like men with big dicks, right?" Jing gave a soft hum. "Do you want a dick even bigger than Xiao Dong's?" ... Jing bit her lip, not speaking. Brother Qiang softened his tone and said, "Don't worry, I won't tell him. Come on, tell me what's on your mind." Jing's body involuntarily tensed up, and after hesitating for a long time, she said, "I...want..." Although it was only one word, it seemed to take all her strength to say it. Although I knew that Jing would probably say anything under his guidance, hearing my fiancée say she fantasized about having a bigger penis than mine still made me dizzy with excitement. I'm an average-sized guy, and I've never felt it was insufficient before, but now I was thinking, "Is my penis still too small to satisfy my wife…?" The more I thought about it, the more intensely aroused I felt. Qiang smiled at me and then placed the nipple clamps on Jing's two rosy nipples. Due to the pressure of the ropes, her nipples were engorged and erect. Although he released the clamps slowly, Jing still cried out in pain the moment her most sensitive area was clamped. He waited a moment and said, "Can you take it?" … Jing endured, adapted, and remained silent. "If you can't take it, just say so." Seeing that Jing could bear it, he turned and took a vibrating egg, turned it on, and slowly dragged it down her neck from her earlobe, holding the cord. When it reached her mons pubis, he didn't go any further, only letting it roll back and forth between her pubic hair. Jing shifted slightly, seemingly trying to get the vibrator to go where it wanted, but to no avail. She clearly knew he was arousing her, yet she didn't plead. Qiang glanced at me, smiled silently, and suddenly, with a flick of his wrist, the vibrator slid to her clitoris, causing Jing, who had been expecting it but was completely unprepared, to flinch and groan. She quickly leaned closer, but the wretched thing had already been moved away and was now roaming around her inner thighs, only scratching the itch. "Quick…give it to me…" Having tasted pleasure only to be taken away again, Jing finally couldn't resist demanding more. "Want it?" He gently tugged on the chain of her nipple clamps, giving her a strange, painful yet pleasurable stimulation. "Yes…" "Beg me." His tone was cold and domineering. "I…please." "Call me master, and say exactly what you want."

“Master…please…give me the vibrator…” Just hearing Jing call him master was enough to set my mind racing and get my blood pumping!
“Is it like this?” Qiang Ge said, repeating his old trick as he rolled the small ball down, moving the wire up and down among the layers.
“Oh right…um…” Jing’s voice changed between desire and satisfaction…
He deliberately placed the vibrator slightly higher, and Jing had to strain her genitals to reach it for pleasure, which made me both embarrassed and incredibly excited.
“I want it…” After all, such stimulation only fueled her burning desire, and Jing’s fully wet lower body was ready to be completely filled.
“Want what?”
“Want…want you to penetrate me…” Jing, burning with desire, was surprisingly frank.
“Who?”
“You…” Jing only managed to say one word before quickly changing her mind: “Master…”
This training was too successful, I thought.
“No, now you’ll accept any man, aren’t you, you slut?” Qiang Ge relentlessly humiliated her.
“Oh…right…”
“Then I’ll let a strange man in from outside the door, and let him fuck you, okay?”
“Okay…” Jing was still lost in her fantasy.
“Do you want to be fucked by a complete stranger, you can’t even see what he looks like, and he’ll just fuck your cunt?”
Qiang Ge smiled like a hunter who saw his prey about to fall into a trap, deliberately letting the vibrator stay at the entrance of Jing’s vagina.
The powerful vibration instantly amplified the emptiness inside Jing’s vagina, completely destroying her ability to think normally: “Yes…oh…hurry up…”
“Say it yourself!”
“Let a strange man…come in and fuck me…”
Anyway, it’s impossible, saying it like this is exciting, right…
“Anyone is fine? Then why can’t you even dance with me tonight?”
“I told you…I’m scared…”
“Aren’t you scared now?”
“Now…I want it…as long as it’s a man…any…um…” Before Jing could finish her flirtatious sentence, her mouth was already covered by the buckled wooden stick in Qiang Ge’s hand.

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