【The Wife's Path to Depravity】(01-03) Author: Jin Shuangxi

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Author: Jin Shuangxi
Word Count: 16272

Chapter 1 An Unexpected Discovery

My career has been going very smoothly this past year. I was recently promoted and transferred to a coastal region
to oversee an independent project. As the year draws to a close, my performance is soaring, and I'm the undisputed recipient of the annual Most Contributing Award
. Moreover, as a retired leader, I applied for a week's leave in advance for the Spring Festival, giving myself a break.

Sitting on the plane home, I started planning whether to take my
wife of four years on a holiday this Spring Festival. Our plans to have children, which had been put on hold due to my career, could now
be considered . After all, my parents have been urging us for years, and we can't delay any longer.

This time, I didn't inform my wife, Feng Yun, beforehand. After landing, I booked a
nice hotel by phone, intending to pick her up and have a romantic candlelight dinner together.

Thinking about my wife, who has been a full-time housewife for the past year, I couldn't help but feel guilty and heartbroken.

I took a taxi home, but my wife wasn't there. Checking the time, she must have gone out to buy groceries. Looking at the clean
and tidy house, I thought about the hardships we faced when we first got married, paying off the mortgage, and how hard my wife had worked alongside me to build
our career . A warm feeling welled up inside me. Thinking this, I decided to call her to tell her I didn't need to go grocery shopping
, but after dialing, I heard the phone ringing in the bedroom. It turned out she hadn't brought her phone. Frustrated, I hung up. Suddenly
, I realized I couldn't unlock her phone. I was puzzled. My wife has always been
careless and rarely changes her phone password. We used our wedding anniversary as the password, but
I tried twice and couldn't unlock it.

I tried my birthday, my wife's birthday, even my in-laws' birthdays—nothing
worked.

Sitting in front of the computer, I pondered why my wife had changed the password.

I inadvertently glanced at the computer's login screen and saw my wife's QQ username from her student days. This reminded me
of her QQ password from when we were dating—it seemed to be her student ID number, an easy-to-remember
number . I couldn't help but try it on my phone. Although my memory was a bit hazy,
I finally unlocked it after a few tries. I was puzzled that my wife would change her password, and curiosity drove me to investigate.
So, I first opened her phone's photo album.

There weren't any particularly interesting photos; they were mostly everyday pictures of scenery and small animals
. There were a few selfies of her dressed rather revealingly, but those were probably taken by
her just to tease me, and there was nothing suspicious about them. Next, I checked her text messages.
Besides some conversations and subscribed news items, there wasn't much else. Scrolling through the screen, I
saw that my wife had added two new apps: Momo and WeChat. When did she start using these social media apps?
She hadn't told me this before, and my apprehension returned.

I opened WeChat, and the message window was empty, not a single message in the history. Looking at the contacts,
they were all unfamiliar names, none of them people I knew. Most were male, with the
occasional female name appearing, but those were bizarre ones like "Wandering Butterfly" and "Green Tea Girl,"
interspersed with a bunch of emojis and symbols. Then I opened Momo, and the first thing I saw was my wife's nickname, "g
c 叠起的芸" (g c 叠起的芸). This made my eyelids twitch. The letters "g c" and "叠起"
together were obviously a homophone. After opening the album, it was full of revealing photos I'd never seen before.
Some showed my wife's deep cleavage, some showed her legs in black stockings, and one was a topless photo of my wife in
what looked like a hotel bathroom. Although she covered her breasts with her arms in the photo
, the information it conveyed made me dizzy. The wife in the photos was no longer
the woman I remembered. Her long hair was loose and exuded a mature charm, no longer styled in a bun or
casually tied back. She wore heavy, flamboyant makeup, looking somewhat cold and alluring. Every
photo showcased her seductive figure, mostly focusing on her upper body. I never knew my wife was so
adept displaying her charm, whether it was squeezing her breasts or exposing her flat stomach and beautiful legs. This wife
felt completely foreign to me, so foreign that it felt as if our four-year marriage had been nothing but a pipe
dream from the very beginning.

My hands began to grow cold, and my heart turned chilled, but I couldn't resist my impulse and continued
looking.

I clicked on my wife's status update, and the content of the photos was even more unbearable. I saw a strange
wife gradually becoming increasingly lewd and obscene before my eyes. Finally, a photo of my wife topless appeared,
accompanied by the caption: "Everyone says my breasts have been done, so I'm posting some photos to prove it."

In the photo, my wife is squeezing her breasts hard, the round,
teardrop , the rosy nipples clearly exposed. She's using this method to prove
the authenticity of her breasts to strange men.

Scrolling through the screen, another photo shows my wife pulling down her panties, revealing a close-up of her thick pubic hair. In the picture, my wife
is only wearing a white, semi-transparent pair of panties, revealing her smooth, fat-free abdomen. The panties barely
cover her genitals, creating a subtly alluring effect. The accompanying caption reads: "Someone keeps complaining about my pubic hair
, saying it makes me have a very high sex drive. Sigh, should I shave it off or not? I'm so worried!"

Who is "someone"? I'm certain I've never said anything like that to my wife. My bleeding
heart has begun to numb, but these words still sting and twitch.

Explicit photos flooded the wife's social media posts and statuses. Some showed off her half-exposed breasts with captions like "My period's here, my boobs hurt so much,"

while others wore black stockings and slightly raised their buttocks, saying, "Someone gave me a pair of stockings, just showing them off a little." These
posts were followed by a deluge of lewd comments, all from
crude men lurking on Momo (a Chinese dating app). In their eyes, their wives must be wanton, promiscuous women.

One man commented, "Beautiful lady, you're so slutty, looks like you need a lot of men's big dicks to satisfy you?"

The wife replied, "Quantity is important, but quality comes first!"

Another said, "Judging by your slutty look, you must not have been with a man in a long time, brother, let me satisfy you."

My wife replied, "Sister is living the high life every day, little brother, you can wait in line."

Someone said, "Damn, you slut, are you a prostitute? Name your price, let's make an appointment, I
really want to fuck you."

My wife replied, "You loser, take off your clothes and run around naked a few times, I might consider sending you a pair of
used stockings to masturbate to."

The more I read, the sadder I became. I gradually felt suffocated. I never expected my wife
to have such a side. Although my wife is usually lively, she is always well-mannered and polite in front of me and my family.
As my career took off, she exuded a noble and elegant temperament when she accompanied me to various banquets and occasions.
How could such a perfect woman have fallen to this state?

My wife is four years younger than me, 27 this year, a tempting and mature age. She grew up in comfort, and in recent
years, with our financial situation improved, she has started to focus on fitness and skincare. She practiced dance in school,
and in the last two years, bored at home, she has taken up yoga, taking extra care of her skin.
The beautiful figure she displays on Momo is indeed something to be proud of. When did she become so depraved and
lewd ?

While feeling sad, I suddenly realized that my lower body had become incredibly hard,
even painfully so. Seeing my wife like this, this scene of exposure in front of strangers, actually
aroused me physically! Reflecting on our sex life over the past two years, as I get older, I feel
increasingly . Although there's a renewed passion after returning from work, my physical strength and ability
are undeniably declining. Sometimes, even when my wife displays a seductive and desirable demeanor, I
lack interest. However, after this unexpected discovery, I found myself experiencing an inexplicable excitement. This
makes me wonder if, subconsciously, I actually crave my wife's infidelity.

I've read articles about cuckolding and wife-swapping online, and these things do have a strange
stimulating effect on me. Sometimes I fantasize that my wife is the heroine in those novels, but it's just fantasy.
I never imagined that such a thing would actually happen, especially since my wife has begun
to descend into .

I'm certain that my wife has been unfaithful, and based on some clues, I suspect she's having
an affair, not just a one-night stand. This makes me worry: will my wife leave this home and leave me if she has another
lover ?

Just as I was feeling anxious and confused, my wife sent me a WeChat message: "My darling, where are you?
You promised to pick me up at the station, don't stand me up! I'll be there in half an hour. I'm going to
fuck you to heaven at your place today."

My heart skipped a beat. My wife had arranged to meet someone at home today. This made me feel incredibly awkward.
What should I do? Should I confront her at home, catch her cheating, and then confess? Or should I pretend I don't
know and force her to stop? I was torn. Suddenly, I realized that
even after knowing the truth, I wasn't filled with uncontrollable rage. Did I really have a
fetish for watching my wife being violated? But I didn't have time to doubt. It seemed my wife had gone to pick up her lover.
She had forgotten her phone and wouldn't have expected my sudden return, nor would she have suspected I had discovered the secrets on her phone. Should I confront her?
If I did, I might face my wife leaving and the collapse of my family. Should I pretend
nothing had happened?

I was caught in a dilemma. For some reason, a story I'd read before suddenly flashed through my mind
—a story about a man who, upon discovering his wife's infidelity, hid in the closet to spy on her. This thought, once it surfaced
, quickly became uncontrollable. The idea of witnessing my wife's betrayal and infidelity, of watching her being
played with grew stronger and stronger in my mind. Driven by this thought, I inexplicably started
packing. I put away my shoes and briefcase, hid the luggage I'd brought back on the balcony, erased all
traces of my return, and then hid in a small storage room next to the bedroom.

This storage room was a completely partitioned space, but a ventilation window connected the bedroom and the balcony.
The storage room had a two-tiered shelf design; from the second shelf, I could
see . The storage room was dusty and filled with old junk. My wife
rarely came in. I cleaned it up, leaving enough space on the second shelf for me to lie down, then put
my phone on silent mode, climbed up, and waited quietly.

The wait was excruciating. My mind was a complete mess. I couldn't even
understand why I was in this state, why I was so excited, why I was lying in this dark
corner waiting for my wife to be fucked by another man. What was I expecting? Was I expecting to witness my wife's
lewdness, something she wouldn't normally do in front of me? I spent almost an hour lost in these wild thoughts until the
sound of the door opening and my wife's laughter brought me back to reality.

I clearly heard my wife talking to another man, a man she had nicknamed "The Gentleman" in her WeChat contacts
.

His wife said, "You, you better watch yourself from now on. You were already touching me like that downstairs, almost letting
the neighbors see. If you do that again, don't come here again."

The roguish man replied, "What's there to be afraid of, sis? These days, no one will gossip if they see us. You
look so alluring today, I really wanted to rip your skirt off and fuck you right there downstairs. My big dick
has been hard ever since you told me you weren't wearing underwear today."

Then a rustling sound came from behind, followed by his wife saying, "..." "Wait, wait,
go take a shower first smell awful all sweaty."

The gentleman laughed, "What's there to be shy about? Oh, you're all soaking wet.
How about we take a bath together first?"

Then came the wife's dissatisfaction and the two of them pushing and shoving each other. Soon, there was silence, but I could faintly
hear the wife's soft moans and suppressed groans in her throat. It seemed they were kissing in the living room. Sure enough, a moment later
, I heard the sound of the coffee table being bumped, and two somewhat disordered footsteps slowly approaching the bedroom.

When the footsteps passed the small door of the storage room, my heart suddenly tightened, and before I could recover,
The two figures came into view, a scene I think I'll never forget.

Through the ventilation window, I saw my wife and Da Junzi embracing, kissing as they moved.

My wife was wearing a low-cut tank top, revealing a deep cleavage, and a beige
mini-skirt. Da Junzi had lifted the skirt up to her waist, completely
exposing hadn't worn underwear

. My wife wasn't particularly voluptuous; she looked rather slender, but her hips were quite exaggerated.

Her pelvis was large, and her hip bones were wide, giving the impression of a large bottom from behind.
Her yoga practice over the past two years had made her buttocks round and firm, very perky even without consciously sticking them out
. In the past, my favorite position in bed was the doggy style with my wife's bottom sticking up; it looked incredibly
seductive. And now, her elastic buttocks were being wantonly kneaded by a strange man.

The man, nicknamed "Big Gentleman," was a dark-skinned, burly man who looked very strong. He was slightly shorter than me, about 173 centimeters
tall, but incredibly muscular, with bulging muscles on his forearms that resembled blocks of iron.

We moved to the bedside, and Big Gentleman, somewhat impatiently, turned my wife over and
pressed her onto the bed. My wife was now lying face down, her buttocks raised, her back arched, in my favorite doggy-style position. Her
legs were slightly parted, exposing her entire genitals to Big Gentleman's view, completely exposed. From my angle
, I could clearly see my wife's vulva; that tender, plump area was already glistening with moisture, a muddy mess.

My wife's body was very sensitive. I had once brought her to a slight orgasm simply by kissing her breasts.
Now, the passion of our affair, combined with Big Gentleman's rough caresses and teasing, had put her in
a state of wanton lust, ready to be penetrated at any moment.

The man, without even taking off his clothes, quickly unbuckled his belt, pulled his pants down to his knees, and
thrust into his wife's vagina with great force, driving it all the way in. His wife
groaned "Oh!" and took a deep breath; clearly, the rough filling gave her immense
pleasure. The man
began with loud "slap slap" sounds.

"Slut, little slut, your pussy is so amazing, oh, yes, yes, squeeze me tight, watch me fuck
you to death, ah..." The man's hands gripped his wife's slender waist tightly as he thrust even more forcefully.

"Mmm...so good, so good, good brother, fuck me, fuck your little slut to death, play with my little pussy,
ah, ah...so hard...ah, faster, harder, mmm..."

At this moment, the wife had completely gone limp on the bed with the strength of the great gentleman. Her round buttocks were pressed hard against
the edge of the bed, and her plump buttocks endured the powerful impacts. Her hands stretched forward and gripped
the sheets . Her moans gradually changed from muffled panting to high-pitched, and her heavy panting was accompanied by intermittent cries of pleasure. I
knew she was entering the stage of orgasm.

The man thrust even faster, and clear sounds of water began to emanate from their joined bodies.
Suddenly, he raised his hand and slapped his wife's large buttocks hard. The blow sent
a shiver through her body. He continued to slap her buttocks, the sounds growing louder
until visibly red. She threw her head back and screamed, her body
trembling uncontrollably, her hips convulsing rapidly. My wife had been brought to orgasm by this stranger.

"I'll fuck you to death, you slut, ah...so tight, baby, squeeze me tight, ah...coming..."

With each of her orgasms, her vagina would tighten in waves.
The man, still thrusting rapidly, was intensely stimulated and began his final thrusts. After a few strokes, his buttocks
tightened, and he shuddered. I could imagine thick streams of semen shooting into my wife's
body .

Chapter Two: The Mysterious Man.

After venting his frustrations, the magnanimous man lay on top of his wife, his thick penis still inside her. Both,
having just experienced an orgasm, lay panting on the bed. The magnanimous man seemed particularly enamored with his
wife's body, continuing to caress her, kneading her full breasts, and kissing the skin of her back.

I lay on the storage room partition, watching the two naked bodies entangled together. One of them
was my wife, whom I had been married to for four years, and two years apart. Excitement and pain simultaneously overwhelmed me. I remained in
the same position, my arms beginning to go numb, and my heart, too, grew numb. Watching
my wife make love to another man had made me fully accept the fact that she had betrayed me. She
had truly and utterly degenerated into a woman I no longer recognized. Enduring the slightly painful hardness in my lower body, I
carefully turned to the side, adjusting my position, continuing to keep my gaze on
the two people on the bed after their passionate encounter.

His wife slowly recovered from the afterglow of her orgasm. She twisted her body and suddenly turned her head, saying,
"You ejaculated inside?"

"Sorry, it was just too good, I couldn't help but ejaculate inside, hehe." The
gentleman chuckled slyly.

His wife shoved him away, grabbed two tissues from the bedside table to cover her genitals, and said angrily,
"Stop it! How can you be so inconsiderate? I'm about to ovulate, what are we going to do if something goes wrong?"

Da Junzi sneered, somewhat dissatisfied, "Damn, you've had your share of in-body ejaculation before, so what? Ca
n't I do it once?"

His wife kicked Da Junzi off the bed with a cold face and said angrily, "If something really happens, Brother Long will make you
regret it . Should I call Brother Long right now to report this?"

Da Junzi's expression changed, he was silent for a moment, and then said somewhat submissively, "Okay, okay, my dear sister, I
was wrong, alright? Next time, we'll use a condom."

His wife glanced at Da Junzi disdainfully, got off the bed and walked towards the bathroom. Da Junzi quickly
followed with a grin, shouting that he must take a bath with his wife.

Watching the two of them go into the bathroom together, I couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Who was this "Brother Long" that my wife mentioned? He was clearly not just another lover of hers. This person seemed to carry a lot of weight.
She wasn't even thinking about how to face me if she was really pregnant, but rather how this "Brother Long" would react if
he found out.

I rolled over and lay on my back on the partition, my heart filled with mixed emotions. Although I was incredibly excited, I also
felt my wife's heart had truly drifted far, far away from me. I could no longer fathom her current state;
other men had entered her life and were having a significant impact on her. Perhaps it was this "Brother Long," or perhaps
there was more than one such man.

About 20 minutes later, my wife, wrapped in a bath towel, and the naked Da Junzi emerged from the bathroom together.
Da Junzi acted as if he were at home, casually sitting in front of the computer, pulling out a cigarette from his pocket
, and leisurely lighting it. As the year drew to a close, the house in the southern winter was still
a bit chilly. His wife turned on the bedroom air conditioner, walked over, and snatched the cigarette from his hand, saying with displeasure,
"Do you think this is your own home? If you want to smoke, go outside. Don't let me inhale your secondhand smoke."

The man looked at his wife helplessly. Her alluring body was wrapped in a bath towel, revealing a
tantalizing glimpse exposed, and her short skirt barely concealed her mature
, sensual figure, only adding to her captivating charm. Taking advantage of his wife turning away, the man ripped off
the towel , laughing loudly, "What's there to cover up? Just stay naked. Consider
it a treat for my eyes. After I rest for a while, I'll let you take a few puffs of my big cigar without inhaling secondhand smoke, hehe." As he spoke, he spread
his legs, exposing his dark penis.

His wife rolled her eyes at him, then ignored the towel and plopped down on his lap,
turning on the computer. "We agreed to do a live stream for Brother Long today," she said. "I'll send him the video, let's see if you
dare to be arrogant now."

The man grinned, wrapping his arm around his wife's slender waist, one hand kneading her breast.
He said ingratiatingly, "I'm not being arrogant. If anyone's being arrogant, it's my dick down there. You can't tell
Brother Long about me."

His wife snorted but didn't reply. After the computer booted up, she busied herself typing on QQ, letting the man take advantage
of .

Because my back was to the computer screen, I couldn't see what she was doing,
but it seemed she was logged into QQ and chatting with someone. Soon after, she connected to
the video call, the QQ video call notification sound coming from the speakers.

After the video call connected, the wife smiled and waved at the camera, saying in a sickeningly sweet voice, "Brother Long,
I promised you I'd give you a live broadcast today, and I'll keep my word, okay? This guy's going to fuck you right in front of you
, do you like it?"

A somewhat deep, husky voice, sounding a bit older, came from the speaker, saying,
"Hmm, not bad, you two put on a good show, I'm watching. Xiaoyun, you need to be more proactive, give Junzi a blowjob first,
get a feel for it."

The wife obediently agreed, stood up, pushed the chair where Da Junzi was sitting back a bit,
then bent over, making her buttocks face the video camera, gently stroking Da Junzi
's penis with her hand while slightly swaying her round, plump buttocks, displaying her entire genitals without reservation in the video.

She said, "Brother Long, look, my little cunt is already all wet. I want
a big cock to fuck me. You have to watch closely."

A man's laughter came from the computer, saying, "You're already so horny. I can smell
the slutty scent of your little cunt even through the screen. You have to work harder, Da Junzi, give it your all and fuck this slut to death."

The wife made a sweet, nasal sound, rubbing and stroking Da Junzi's half-erect penis with one hand. She
tilted her head back slightly, opened her mouth, and took the man's nipple into her mouth, licking it carefully. She kept
making lewd moans and gasps. This slutty appearance quickly made the young Da Junzi unable to resist.
Under the intense stimulation, his thick, dark penis became hard again. Feeling the hardness in my hand,
my wife 's little tongue slowly slid down the man's chest, leaving a wet trail. Her tongue
glided over his lower abdomen, gently teasing the glans a few times before she took his dark penis into her mouth,
rhythmically sucking and swallowing.

Before my eyes, my wife's buttocks were raised, sucking on the man's penis. Such a lewd scene
had never appeared in our sex life before. The intense visual impact made me swallow hard. Listening to
the "gurgling" sounds coming from my wife's mouth and the "sizzling" sounds as she sucked on the man's penis, my
brain completely ignored the pain and anger that should have arisen. I was completely immersed in intense mental excitement. I
even began to look forward to the man ravaging my wife's body, wantonly playing with this
woman who had completely betrayed me in front of me.

In over four years of marriage, my wife had performed oral sex on me very few times, but at this moment she seemed incredibly
skilled and adept. Sometimes she took it all in, sometimes she licked it delicately with her tongue, her saliva
coating my thick penis. She would occasionally suck on my testicles, teasing them with her mouth.

While my wife was giving me oral sex, my hands never left her large breasts;
I played with her erect nipples, kneading her full breasts, unable to tear myself away.

The wife performed oral sex vigorously for a full five or six minutes. Then she turned her head and said to the camera
in a coquettish tone , "Brother Long, you're only letting me serve the gentleman. My pussy is so itchy, I want someone to lick
it too."

A man's interested voice came from the computer: "You little rascal, you need to step up your game. You two should do
a 69 position, serve each other."

"Okay, baby, let's go to bed and have some fun together."

The gentleman agreed, while pulling his wife towards the bed. The wife didn't forget to turn the webcam
so that the man could see clearly.

The gentleman lay on his back, and the wife turned over and lay on top of him, her buttocks facing his face,
so that the man could lick her pussy better. Without saying a word, the gentleman lifted his head and buried his entire face in his wife's already overflowing vulva, using his tongue and mouth to make a loud, wet sound
from her pussy .
His wife let out soft moans as she was on top of him, groaning "Mmm, ahh" as her
body trembled slightly. She would occasionally pull out with each of his movements, but of course, she didn't forget
to continue sucking on his large, black, python-like penis, sucking even harder.

The gentleman was clearly skilled at oral sex. His head thrashed wildly beneath his wife's buttocks, occasionally
licking her tender pink anus with his tongue. Soon, his wife's breathing quickened, her moans
becoming a continuous stream. Finally, she couldn't help but spit out his penis, groaning loudly, "Ah~ So good, my pussy
feels so good, ah... mmm, you're licking me so hard I can't take it anymore, so good, mmm... ahhh..."

In the end, under the gentleman's oral stimulation, his wife's entire body tensed, her lower abdomen
convulsing, her face buried between his legs, reaching orgasm from the licking.

"Brother Long, my pussy is so wet and slippery, I want a big cock to fuck me, you, you have to tell him to fuck
me, put your big cock in, fuck me."

His wife's body went limp on the gentleman's body, her long, loose hair obscuring half her face, revealing only
her watery eyes, as she spoke in a coquettish voice, like a bitch in heat begging her master.

The man on the computer screen seemed to be the director of this lewd drama unfolding before my eyes. He was quite satisfied with his wife's performance,
instructing the man to put on a condom, then turn her over so she was facing the camera, straddling
him with her body arched back and her legs spread wide in an M-shape, completely exposing her wet, fleshy
vulva. The man lay beneath his wife, supporting her back with his hands. His thick penis,
lubricated by her vaginal fluid, slid smoothly and accurately into her vagina, and he began
thrusting .

I saw my wife's full, firm breasts bounce up and down with each thrust, creating
ripples. Her skin flushed with excitement, giving her a seductive, erotic beauty. Her
face was exquisite and beautiful, but now her small mouth was slightly open and her eyes were glazed. There were still traces of water left from oral sex
at the corners of her mouth. In my eyes, this wife became lewd and ferocious. My heart felt as if it were being squeezed in the palm of my wife's hand. My
heartbeat accelerated with her piercing moans. The intense pleasure made me feel suffocated.
Everything made my mind stop. I couldn't think. All I could see was the seductive
woman being frantically fucked by the big gentleman. She was no longer my wife, but a bitch to be played with and humiliated.

The man on the computer kept directing my wife and the "gentleman" to change their sex positions. Gradually,
I absorbed his voice, as if his commands were my own, and
my wife was frantically mating with another man according to my will. I directed the "gentleman" to pin my wife down
, lift her legs, and pound his penis into her lower body. I directed my wife
to lie on all fours like a bitch, sticking out her plump buttocks to receive the man's full thrusts. I even made my wife open
the curtains , letting the man behind her press her against the glass and fuck her cunt in the evening sunset. I seemed to become
more and more excited with my wife's screams, and the naked man and woman in the room became incredibly ferocious in my eyes.

"Ahhhhh... Good brother, fuck me, fuck your bitch to death, hurry up... harder, harder
ahhhhh... So good, Brother Long, Brother Long, fuck me..."

My wife screamed hoarsely. At this moment, she was being frantically fucked by a man, and being watched by two men.
My mind seemed to be connected to her thoughts, and I could clearly feel her joy and madness.

When Da Junzi pressed my wife down on the carpet and began to thrust wildly with his hands on her big breasts,
my excitement finally reached its peak. As a voice came from the computer: "Shoot on her face, shoot on
her face quickly." I saw Da Junzi thrust a few times with force, pull out his penis, quickly take off the condom, and
straddle my wife's chest. Thick streams of semen gushed out, splashing onto my wife's cheeks,
hair, and mouth that was open due to suffocation from orgasm. My body also trembled in spasms.

Yes, in my own home, on the shelf in the storage room, I witnessed my wife and another man
having sex passionately. I watched the man forcefully thrust his large penis into my wife's body again and again.
I heard my wife's cries and screams. And on the computer, another man was watching this
scene with me. Under these circumstances, filled with shame and a perverse pleasure, I ejaculated into my
pants.

I don't know how to describe my exact feelings at that moment. I saw my wife, her face covered in semen
, lying on the carpet like a lump of mud, her body flushed, panting heavily like a fish out of water.
The intense stimulation and the impact of the orgasm had caused her, with her extremely sensitive body, to be in such a daze. I suddenly realized that
at this moment, my wife must have been incredibly satisfied. Perhaps it was precisely this pursuit of stimulation that led her to
such self-degradation, lost in the instincts of desire.

Then, "Brother Long" said, "Good job today, you'll be rewarded next time," and ended
the video call.

After the climax, as my wife slowly regained her senses, she became somewhat silent. She sat on the floor, hugging her knees,
ignoring the man's teasing. She even disgustedly slapped his hand away when he tried to touch her breasts.

Feeling somewhat embarrassed, the man muttered "heartless bitch" and went to the bathroom to shower, leaving
my wife alone in the room, lost in thought.

Lying on the partition, I felt extremely uncomfortable. The sticky feeling in my pants made me very awkward, and after the excitement,
the pain in my heart spread. Having lost that perverse, eerie feeling, I felt lost, helpless,
and my heart .

As I slowly regained my senses, I couldn't bear the current state of affairs, the sight of my wife after being violated and ravaged,
or the presence of another man who had just fucked her to the point of ecstasy in my home. I took out my phone and sent a text message to my
wife : "Honey, I'm back. Just got off the plane. I booked a restaurant; let's
go out for dinner tonight."

The ringtone seemed to startle my wife from her silence. She picked up the phone, her face turning pale.
Then she rushed into the bathroom, practically pushing and shoving the man out. I heard her say,
"My husband's coming back soon. Get out of here," before locking herself in the bathroom.

The man seemed afraid I would return. He muttered curses, but quickly
dressed and fled without a word.

I waited quietly for my wife to finish showering, waiting for her to frantically clean up the mess she had made.
On the battlefield, she meticulously cleaned up any traces that might arouse my suspicion. Then, she tied up her long hair, applied
light makeup, and changed into an elegant outfit, slowly transforming back into the wife I knew.

Watching her do all this, my nose tingled, and my cheeks felt slightly cool. I
subconsciously wiped them, realizing that tears were already streaming down my face.

Chapter Three: The Secret in the Box

. I had been lying on the storage shelf, my body stiff. Watching my wife carefully
clean up the "battlefield," dress neatly, and leave, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Just as
I , I heard the sound of a key in the door. My wife had returned. I remained still and silent
. I watched as she hurriedly ran into the bedroom,
took retrieved a memory card, opened the wardrobe, took out a locked box, and
carefully placed the memory card inside. After doing all this, my wife seemed to hesitate about
where to hide the box. After a few seconds of hesitation, she finally put it in the storage cabinet under the bed—
a place I rarely touched.

Watching my wife leave, I stood there for a full ten minutes before climbing down from the shelf,
stretching numb limbs. Filled with curiosity, I went to the storage cabinet
and found the small box under a thick stack of clothes. It didn't have a combination lock, but a small metal padlock; clearly,
my wife carried the key with her.
I had a strong desire to know about the memory card my wife had hidden in the box, and what else was inside. Although I believed it most likely contained a more devastating
truth, that's human nature—knowing the truth is cruel, yet unable to resist pursuing an answer.

After a moment's thought, I had an idea. First, I needed to find a way to get my wife out of the house. Only
when she wasn't home could I get my hands on the box. Second, I needed to get my wife's key—perhaps it was
kept separately, or perhaps it was on her keychain; in any case, she always carried it with her. Finding it should be
easy. Once I met these two conditions, I could open the box.

After organizing my thoughts, I took my suitcase from the balcony, took out a change of clothes to replace my soiled
outfit, and went out.

After going downstairs, I first called my childhood friend, Dong Xuejun. To uncover
my wife 's secret, I needed a car that hadn't been seen by her.

"Xuejun, is your old Volkswagen still at home? My car broke down, and I need to
use it for a couple of days," I said after some polite small talk.

"It's still there. Come over when you have time, but it's out of gas. I'll fill it up in a bit."

After settling the car issue, I took a taxi to the restaurant I had booked, and found my wife already waiting for me there
.

I composed myself, dragged my suitcase, and walked into the restaurant. When my wife saw me, she flashed that
familiar smile, which made me momentarily disoriented, as if
everything that had happened just over an hour ago was nothing more than a nightmare. My wife was still the woman I knew; she hadn't fallen into depravity,
nor had she been having an affair with another man in our own home. I saw my wife waving her arm at me,
still holding her phone.

When I saw the phone, the beautiful feeling I had just experienced shattered mercilessly. I suddenly remembered how it all
started —when I unlocked my wife's phone.

My wife was no longer the gentle woman I loved so deeply; she had revealed
her hidden side that day—her fallen side.

As I sat down across from her, the composure I thought I had maintained crumbled instantly.
The pleasantries and words of concern I had prepared wouldn't come out; I could only maintain a stiff smile in response to
her concern. And when the dishes were served and we began to eat, my wife finally sensed something was wrong with me.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell, or is something on your mind?" my wife asked.

"Nothing, it's probably just the change in air pressure on the plane, I'll be fine in a bit," I replied casually
.

"Honey, is something wrong at work? Tell me, even though I'm a stay-at-home
mom , I can still help you analyze things and help you solve your problems," my wife said, feigning coquettishness.

Seeing the unintentional allure she displayed, I felt a pang of sadness. I didn't dare meet her gaze,
so I lied and said, "It's just that the project isn't going very well. It's almost the end of the year, and the pressure to meet performance targets is high.
Don't worry, I came back this time to relax."

Seeing that I was just giving her a perfunctory answer, my wife didn't say anything. She took a bite of her steak and complained, "The steak here
is getting worse and worse. I heard they changed the chef recently. Let's not order from here anymore. It's better to come home and I'll cook you
some home-cooked meals."

I, who had completely lost my appetite, nodded. Remembering that I needed to get my wife away, I said, "I just
wanted to create a romantic atmosphere, so let's not stay home tonight." "Okay, I've booked a hotel. Tonight, let's
enjoy some quality time together as a couple."

My wife blushed slightly, pursed her lips, and chuckled, "We're an old married couple, what's all the romance about? You can't let
your heart wander to other women."

I nodded stiffly, saying nothing. I hadn't been a womanizer outside, but my
wife had cheated on me countless times. If I hadn't witnessed her depravity and promiscuity firsthand, I
would never have imagined she would bring another man home. And now, it seemed too late. The worst part
was, I didn't try to stop her from going astray; I just wanted to find out how all this had happened.
What had my wife gone through to become like this?

After dinner, my wife and I went to the hotel and put our luggage away. While checking in,
I sensed that the hotel receptionist was giving us strange and amused looks. My wife stood silently to
the side feigning indifference. A thought suddenly popped into my head: Did my wife often come here with other men?

After checking in, my wife and I went to the elevator lobby to wait for the elevator. Suddenly, I realized I was out of cigarettes,
so I told my wife to go up first while I went back to the front desk to buy a pack. Before I even reached the elevator exit, I...
I overheard two women at the front desk talking: "I told you that woman was a prostitute. I've checked her
in several times, and each time it was a different man. This one was her first time here, and you didn't believe me."

The other said, "Her clothes and appearance weren't particularly provocative. You really wouldn't guess. A prostitute
like must be very expensive. Look at her figure, she looks like a model."

"Definitely. You didn't see the men who came in with her earlier. They were all rich.
She goes the high-end route; she probably charges several thousand for one session."

Listening to the conversation between the two front desk staff, I felt a mix of emotions. My wife really did bring men to this
hotel , and not just one. No wonder people called her a "prostitute." This
deepened my understanding of my wife's depravity; her promiscuity had truly exceeded my expectations. I lingered in the elevator
for a while, too ashamed to go to the front desk to buy cigarettes. I felt I couldn't bear the look of the front desk staff after hearing such a conversation
.

Upon entering the room, my wife opened the door with a smile and said, "You look travel-worn. There's a jacuzzi here;
I've filled it with water for you. Go soak in it and relax."

I agreed, told my wife I needed to use the restroom, and went into the bathroom. After closing the door, I
sat blankly on the edge of the bathtub, my mind a jumble. Accepting the fact that my wife
had fallen and was incredibly agonizing. Even now, I still haven't figured out how to handle this.
Now, it seems there's no other way but divorce. My wife's actions have exceeded my
tolerance . Trying to salvage the relationship is utterly pointless. I can't be like other cuckold enthusiasts, enduring—no,
I should say enjoying—my wife being played with by other men. I can't
live with such a heavy burden.

Suddenly, I felt incredibly depressed. I realized all my hard work had become meaningless. I
had painstakingly earned money and status, but now I had lost the goal and motivation I had always strived for.

Perhaps because I had been lost in thought in the bathroom for so long, I had forgotten
the time. My wife knocked on the door and asked if I had filled the tub with water, reminding me to watch the temperature and not let it get too hot. I answered
, took off my clothes, turned on the tap to test the temperature, and then lay down in the tub. The strong water flow washed
over my body, and the buzzing of the machine filled my ears. Exhausted, I slowly drifted off to sleep.

I don't know how long I slept, but I had a dream. I dreamt that my wife and I were shopping when suddenly a group of men, whose faces I
couldn't They stripped my wife naked and, in broad
daylight, forced her to the ground and began to rape her. I could only watch from the sidelines, unable to move. I wanted to scream
in terror , but no sound came out. Then I heard the voice of "Brother Long" behind me: "
How about it? This bitch is the result of my careful training. Are you satisfied?" I heard the man's arrogant
laughter. What terrified me even more was that my wife, being raped, was also laughing. She was being choked and forced
to the ground, her buttocks raised high to receive the men's thrusts from behind. She looked at me with mocking eyes
, moaning and calling my name.

Her voice was so clear, so clear, as if it were right next to my ear. I woke up with a start,
only to find my wife standing beside the bathtub, patting my face and calling my name.

The image of my wife's lewd appearance in my dream overlapped with the woman before me, leaving me in a daze, somewhat panicked. I could convince myself it was just a dream, but I couldn't guarantee it wouldn't become reality
someday . My wife, wearing a bathrobe, looked down at my bewildered face with a hint of helplessness and said, "Don't sleep here you're tired. You'll faint easily. Wake up." I splashed water on my face, clearing my head a little, and asked, "I'm so tired. Why did you come in ?" My wife poked my forehead with her index finger, saying with a hint of coquettishness, "What, can't I enjoy myself? Move over a bit, I'll soak in too." As she spoke, she took off her bathrobe, revealing her fair and healthy body. Her high breasts showed no signs of sagging, full and firm; her slender waist was free of excess fat, her skin tight and smooth; her long, rounded, and straight legs accentuated her exaggerated hip line, exuding an alluring and sexy curve. I watched my wife gently and carefully lie down in the spacious bathtub. Between her parted legs, I could vaguely see her clean vulva, plump and luscious like a tightly closed clam shell . My wife's naked body exuded the allure of a mature woman. Just as my desire surged, I suddenly remembered the small key she always carried. To avoid arousing her suspicion, I quickly sat up, told her I was feeling a little dizzy from the bath, and got out of the tub. Without even drying myself, I grabbed a towel and left the bathroom . I didn't know if my wife noticed my unusual feelings, but I felt this was the perfect opportunity to find the key in the small box under the bed. While my wife was still soaking in the bath, I quickly went to the closet. First, I searched my wife's pockets—nothing. Then I opened her bag and carefully examined her keychain—but there was no key matching the small lock. I didn't give up. Finally, I found a small compartment in my wife's bag, a small crack that must have been opened later. There, lying quietly, was a tiny key. I thought I had found what I was looking for. Carefully hiding the key, I sat quietly on the bed watching TV. After a while, my wife came out of the bathroom , not wearing a bathrobe, but wrapped in a towel. To appear more natural, I pretended to stare at her with interest. She sat in front of the vanity, her hair loose, drying it with a hairdryer. She winked at me and said, "You rascal, why are you staring at me like that?" I smiled and didn't say anything, lying on the bed playing with my phone, looking at her exposed skin, especially her long neck. For any man, such a sight was incredibly alluring. Thinking of her wanton appearance when she was being played with by that scoundrel that afternoon, an unbearable desire rose within me. "Since you've already fallen so low as to be played with by other men, then I, as your rightful husband, can't waste privilege of playing with you." This thought popped into my head. I didn't realize the change in my mindset. I jumped off the bed, walked up to my wife, and snatched the hairdryer from her hand. My wife was stunned for a moment.

Annoyed, she turned around and saw the uncontrollable lust in my eyes, and her anger subsided.

I ripped off her towel, pulled her to her feet, and stood naked in front of the mirror, admiring
her naked beauty. My wife turned her head away shyly, her arms instinctively covering her chest, concealing her
pair of snow-white, full breasts. I roughly pulled her arms away, pushing her to turn around and face
the mirror . From behind, I grabbed her breasts with both hands and kneaded them forcefully.

My wife's areolas were quite large, appearing very conspicuous as a bright red. I pressed her body against
the mirror , kissing her neck, cheeks, and shoulders from behind. I pulled open my bathrobe, letting
my already engorged penis rub against my wife's buttocks. Feeling the wetness and warmth of my wife's lower body, my
emotions became difficult to control.

Instead of kissing her, I roughly pulled her to the bedside, pushed her onto it,
and forcefully spread her legs, exposing her beautiful, clean vulva to me. It was already
turning red, and a sticky sheen glistened in the deep red crevice. I rubbed my penis against her vulva a few times before
smoothly sliding it inside her, inserting it deeply and forcefully.

The sudden insertion made my wife gasp, but it quickly turned into rapid, pleasurable breathing. I held her beautiful
legs, arching my lower abdomen, and thrusting my penis
in and out of her vagina repeatedly. The rapid thrusting allowed me to feel the wetness inside her cavity, and
her , tightly gripped my penis, the resistance growing stronger. I knew this meant my wife's pleasure
was increasing.

My wife bit her lip, letting out a low, muffled groan. She rarely
moaned , let alone the wanton cries she made that afternoon when the big gentleman was fucking her. The more I thought about it,
the angrier I became. I released her legs and grabbed her breasts, which bounced with her body, tightly with both hands, growling, "Scream! Scream for
me! Scream loudly!"

As if in response, my wife opened her mouth slightly and let out a soft moan, but I
was still not satisfied. I continued to fuck her harder, saying, "It's too soft, I can't hear you
. Scream louder."

"Ah... good brother, ah... husband, husband... mmm... husband... ahhhhh
..."

"Why are you calling me husband? Do you want me to keep fucking you hard? Then scream louder."

"Ah...husband, I want you, I want you to fuck me...mmm...harder, fuck me...
ahhhhh ...husband, fuck me, ah..."

Encouraged by me, my wife finally started moaning loudly. I stopped, turned my wife over, and pressed her
onto the bed, making her buttocks stick out slightly. I thrust into her little pussy from behind. This was
a position that my wife and I used to like, and it was also the position where we cooperated the most. My wife naturally
closed her legs, making her abdominal muscles tightly clamp my penis, which enhanced the pleasure of my thrusting.

With each fierce thrust, my wife's buttocks made a loud "slap, slap" sound. I
gripped her waist tightly with both hands, slamming my fists into her plump, white buttocks. I couldn't help but curse, "You,
look at yourself now, don't you look like a bitch in heat, a bitch who only wants to be fucked? Say it, say you
're a bitch."

My wife was clearly in the throes of orgasm and didn't seem to notice the unprecedented
insult . She threw her head back and moaned, calling out intermittently, "Ahhh... Husband, husband, hurry, fuck me,
fuck me, I, I'm a bitch, I'm your little bitch, hurry, fuck me harder, ahhhhhh..." " ...Fuck
you to death, you bitch, ahhh..."

Hearing my wife scream words I'd never heard before, I became incredibly excited.
The scene of my wife being played with by another man in front of me that afternoon kept replaying in my mind, constantly stimulating my nerves. I started hallucinating,
as if that man called "Da Junzi" from that afternoon was also playing with my wife with me. I saw my wife
diligently licking and swallowing his thick, black cock in her mouth; I saw the lewd look in his eyes as he played with my wife;
when I saw Da Junzi's semen gushing out and splashing on my wife's face, I could no longer control myself. I
thrust a few times and ejaculated inside my wife.

[To be continued]

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