[Violence and Humiliation of Wife] (02) Author: Gentle Third Party

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Violent Humiliation of Wife (Part Two)

In the private room, I was with my wife, Ruya, and a group of her friends, playing Truth or Dare.

"Ruya, it's your turn! Truth or Dare?" Jiang Xiaotian said.

She was my wife's online friend, a very outgoing and playful person.

In situations like this, her presence always livened up the atmosphere.

"Hmm... Truth, I guess!" Ruya replied.

"Then, let me ask you... how did your husband win you over?"

Hearing this, my wife looked at me, her face flushed.

"I can tell at a glance—there's definitely a story behind it! Tell me quickly!" Jiang Xiaotian urged her.

"Well...actually, he'd been pursuing me for a long time, but I never accepted him...Nothing
special that time, I was rehearsing a play at school. The last scene of the play was my
monologue on stage, with prop snowflakes falling from the sky, followed by a curtain call, and the end. Anyway, the performance went smoothly
until the last scene...After I finished my monologue, I waited for the snowflakes to fall, thinking, 'I finally did it...'
But unexpectedly, what fell was a sky full of roses..."

"Wow~~~"

Everyone cheered.

"Later I found out that he secretly replaced all the prop snowflakes with
roses to confess his feelings to me...In short, the whole play was ruined. It was supposed to be a tragic ending, and the audience didn't understand
why roses were falling. The director and teachers were furious...But from then on, I..."

"So romantic!" Jiang Xiaotian said excitedly.

"Hmm...don't let his usual honest demeanor fool you, he's got a ton of clever tricks up his sleeve..."

My wife looked at me tenderly, leaning softly into my arms, and I hugged her tightly
, kissing her forehead.

"Clever tricks? Okay, then next time I'll ask you, what tricks does he have in bed..." a male
friend said in a deliberately lewd voice.

"Ugh!"

My wife picked up a sunflower seed from the snack plate and threw it at the man's head.

Whenever my wife showed her love and dependence on me in front of others, I felt incredibly pleased.

Among the male friends present, more than one had pursued her.

Don't be fooled by their smiling faces now, as if they'd let go of everything and could be friends peacefully. But
when they think about how their long-time crush has somehow ended up in my hands, this "outsider's" hands,
they probably hate me to death.

After everyone had been having fun for a while, I went to the bathroom because I'd drunk too much beer.

After I finished, I walked out of the restroom and ran into Jiang Xiaotian coming out of the women's restroom.

"Wang Zi, are you drunk? Your face is so red." She said to me with a smile.

"No, no, I can't hide my drinking, I blush easily, but I don't get drunk easily."

I replied while washing my hands.

"After hearing Ruya's story, I'm so envious! I really hope a man will pursue me as diligently as that."

"You're so beautiful, of course you will."

I wasn't just saying that.

Jiang Xiaotian's appearance and makeup were very similar to a South Korean idol actress. That kind of fake pitiful charm and
sexiness was revealed in her eyes and full lips.

Her top was a very small shirt, the top buttons were undone, and the bottom was tied in a knot, deliberately
revealing her full cleavage and smooth abdomen.

From the colorful butterfly wing tattoo above her cleavage and the sparkling belly button ring, you could tell that she was
an open and playful girl.

"Really? I think it's not easy to find a man as outstanding as you..."

She said as she sat on the counter next to the sink, looking into my eyes, her fingers running through
her long, curly hair.

She deliberately brought her hands together, making her cleavage more prominent, radiating
a mysterious and alluring sheen in the dim light.

Clearly, she was tempting me.

"I think a woman as good as Ruya is even harder to find. I'm going to have her for life."

I could never lay a finger on a woman my wife knew.

So, I had to give her a clear and unambiguous answer.

"Oh? Looks like you... don't have much of an appetite. In this world, how many men aren't satisfied with just their wives, they even want to eat
the grass near their nests?"

Jiang Xiaotian said, shifting his hips closer to me.

Now her fragrant face was less than an inch away from mine.

I thought to myself, "Damn, is this woman too stupid to understand what I mean, or is she too seductive,
trying to get me to stick my dick out?" "Never mind. It's better to eat well than to be full. Besides,
don't let my wife's appearance fool you. If I do something wrong, her wrath is unbearable."

I said, leaving the sink without looking back.

My answer sounded weak, but it didn't matter.

If she thought I was afraid of her and looked down on me, that was even better.

To maintain my image in front of my wife, a little misunderstanding was nothing.

Besides, if I really acted on my impulses and went all in, this little vixen probably wouldn't be able to handle it.

That night, nothing else went wrong.

The next day, Shao Qiang and I dressed in suits, looking presentable, and went to the office building of a new digital technology
company .

"My surname is Zhao, I'm a salesman from Huangtai Financial, looking for Manager Ma in your mobile phone department,"

I said to the receptionist.

"Mr. Zhao? Let me ask for you,"

the receptionist said, picking up the phone.

Throughout this process, Shao Qiang kept staring at her.

Later in the elevator, I said to Shao Qiang, "What are you doing? You're staring at that girl so much her face is turning red."

"She looks like my first love from high school."

"Your first love was that pretty?"

"Of course. Really, I've never slept with a girl younger than her. Back then, we were on the back hill, I
forced her to swallow my semen, and then at her house, I stole her parents' condoms and fucked her, it was so good. Ah, youth is fleeting
."

"And then? How did you break up?"

"Damn it, we ended up at the same university, and one day a guy in a BMW came to pick her up outside the campus..."
" And then that was it."

"I didn't expect you to have such painful memories."

"Sigh, actually, I was in the wrong first. I shouldn't have gone after her roommate."

"Damn it, I take back what I just said, you beast."

As we chatted, we walked out of the elevator and into Manager Ma's office.

Manager Ma's name was Ma Yan, thirty-four years old, a graduate of Cambridge University, who returned to China
to work .

We had seen all of this in the information and knew that she was no ordinary person.

However, when we saw her in person, our eyes still lit up.

She sat at her luxurious desk, sipping coffee.

Her long, wavy hair, like a dark cloud, exuded mature charm. She wore black-rimmed
glasses and a very appropriate gray business suit.

The short skirt, flesh-colored stockings, and crystal-studded black high heels that she wore with it eliminated
the stuffiness that the suit might have brought, adding a fashionable, noble, and sexy touch.

Of course, if it weren't for her beautiful face and tall figure, this outfit wouldn't have been so eye-catching.

"You two are... from Huangtai Financial? Please have a seat, please have a seat."

She put down her coffee cup, stood up, and gave a charming smile, pointing to two leather
chairs

at the other end of the desk. Shao Qiang and I sat down.

As soon as Shao Qiang's buttocks landed, he suddenly let out a strange "Ah—" sound.

"What are you doing?" I said.

"These chairs are so comfortable! We have to go back and ask the boss to get a few for our office too. Manager Ma,
how much are these chairs?"

"I remember it was... a little over 5,000..." Ma Yan said.

"So expensive!? Then don't expect the boss to get them for us, we should just buy them as a gift for the boss." Shao Qiang
said.

"Stop talking, it's embarrassing." I glanced at Shao Qiang sideways.

"Gentlemen... what brings you here?" Ma Yan asked, full of doubt.

Clearly, our conversation had left her at a loss.

"Manager Ma, you're in the high-tech business, this is an area I don't know much about." Shao Qiang interrupted her.
“But Huangtai Financial does traditional business. We like one thing in business: decisiveness. Our
boss thinks you're not decisive enough in business.”

“If it's about funding, I need a little more time to prepare…” Ma Yan said. She started
to panic .

“How much longer?” Shao Qiang said.

“A month at most…”

“A month more? It’s already been almost two months, won’t this drag on until autumn?”

“Gentlemen, have some coffee first, imported Brazilian coffee beans, I’ll brew some right away, let’s talk properly…”

“Manager Ma, you can chat if you want, I especially like chatting, I’m happy to keep you company. But my brother here,
he likes two other things.” Shao Qiang patted my shoulder. “One is beating people, the other is fucking.”

Ma Yan immediately reached for the internal phone on the table.

I kicked it hard forward, the desk shook violently, hitting Ma Yan’s waist, preventing her hand from reaching the receiver.

Before she could react, I rushed forward, grabbed her hair with my right hand, twisted her wrist with my left hand, and slammed
her upper body onto the table.

I pinned her down, her mouth pressed against the pile of documents on the table, unable to speak, only making
muffled sounds.

Shao Qiang took out a pre-prepared gag, stuffed it into her mouth, and fastened his belt.

Unable to speak, Ma Yan struggled frantically.

I lifted her skirt, pulled out a dagger, and pressed the cold blade against her
buttocks, encased in flesh-colored stockings.

Her body immediately stiffened.

"Don't try to escape, really," I told her, "It's not worth it."

"I think it's not worth it either. Manager Ma, even if you had that valuable pert ass, if you cut off a piece of flesh
, it wouldn't be worth two and a half million. Even if you cut it down to the bone, it wouldn't be enough," Shao Qiang said.

"What do you say about letting Manager Ma sell her body and ass to pay back the money?" I said, feeling
the woman under my control writhe.

"Even with this kind of stuff, it would take several years, right? It's too cruel to separate Manager Ma from her beloved husband and daughter for
so long," Shao Qiang said.

"Ugh... ugh..." Ma Yan's body trembled incessantly with fear and anger.

"Manager Ma, we know you're someone who needs to be in the public eye, so don't worry, we won't do
anything too outrageous to you. Behave yourselves."

Shao Qiang said, opening the briefcase he had brought and taking out our tools.

We quickly tied Ma Yan to a chair, her legs spread apart, her ankles and wrists tied together, making her look
like an M.

Ma Yan's face was covered in tears, a mixture of tears and saliva flowing from the gag hole.

I unbuttoned her shirt, folding it neatly to the side, then cut open her white blouse, revealing her
roughly C-cup breasts hidden under her black bra.

I lightly touched her cleavage with the blade, looking down at her terrified eyes, then cut the bra
straps.

Her two papaya-shaped white breasts were fully exposed, her areolas large and dark.

Next, I cut open her stockings and panties, exposing her vulva.

She had a lot of pubic hair, thick labia, and was wet.

With a gag in her mouth, Ma Yan was unable to resist or scream, only able to sob, as if she wanted to just
close her eyes and wait for everything to pass quickly.

Of course, we wouldn't let her get away with it so easily.

"Old Shao," I said, "you remember? Manager Ma wanted to treat us to coffee earlier. Brazilian imported
coffee beans."

"Hey, you're right."

Old Shao opened the coffee grinder, poured out a handful of coffee beans, squatted down, and
stuffed them one by one into Ma Yan's cunt.

Ma Yan struggled again, and I slapped her hard several times to calm her down.

"Squeeze tighter," I said, "If one falls out, I'll slap you again."

"Be gentle, she wants to be seen in public, don't keep slapping her face," Old Shao said.

He stuffed dozens of coffee beans into Ma Yan's cunt, then took out super duct tape and sealed the opening layer by layer.

I don't know if it was because the coffee beans brought a strange stimulation to her cunt, but Ma Yan's eyes widened.

"We're going to chat, right? So I'm going to take the gag off you now," I said.

"Don't shout, unless you want others to see you like this."

She nodded weakly.

I removed the sticky gag. She immediately gagged a few times; her face, which had been so
elegant and aloof , had completely lost the confidence of a successful woman.

"Okay, let's chat for a while," I said.

"Yeah, chat with this."

Old Shao unzipped his pants, pulled out his penis, and brought it close to Ma Yan's face.

"No, no... I... I'll pay you back... please..."

Ma Yan, already exhausted, said weakly.

Shao Qiang pinched Ma Yan's nose, forcing her to open her mouth, and then shoved his penis in.

Damn, this pervert, I could tell at a glance that he hadn't washed his penis for days; it was black and smelly.

Ma Yan almost rolled her eyes from the stench, while Shao Qiang thrust his lower body even harder, trying to shove his penis deep into
her throat.

Her penis was quite large; after a while, I saw a cylindrical shape bulge at the back of Ma Yan's throat,
indicating that it had been inserted very deeply.

"My cock says your throat feels good," Shao Qiang said, "It wants to have a good chat with you."

Shao Qiang began to thrust forcefully.

Ma Yan kept making difficult whimpering sounds, her small mouth barely able to cover Shao Qiang's penis, and after
a few she had smeared her lipstick all over his penis.

Her hands and feet were paralyzed, trembling, her fingers opening and closing as if trying to grasp an
invisible lifeline.

"You big-business woman, how many cocks has this mouth sucked? Huh? Why sell phones,
just ?" Shao Qiang insulted her while thrusting into her throat.

After a while, he pulled out his penis, the glans covered in the mucus brought from deep in Ma Yan's throat, and
said to me, "You should chat with her too."

Of course, I didn't hesitate to pull out my own penis and insert it.

From the glans to the thick shaft, it slid smoothly into her mouth, her throat, like gradually probing into
a fleshy hole that kept extending downwards and getting narrower and narrower.

My penis was longer than Shao Qiang's, and Ma Yan could barely swallow it all. I could feel her throat jutting out
as if she were drinking water, her soft internal tissues writhing in vain, trying to resist this foreign object.

I pressed down harder, and Ma Yan's body tilted downwards, her neck forced
straight testicles pressed against the lower part of her lips, turning a perfectly mature and alluring career woman
into a penis sheath.

Her eyes rolled back, and tears quickly dripped onto the base of my penis.

"Damn, that feels so good,"

I said, unable to resist any longer. I pressed her body down, her back at a 45-degree angle to the ground, then
flipped over, straddling her head with my left and right legs, grabbing her large curly hair, and began to thrust hard.

Each time, I needed to thrust forward and slightly lift my abdomen to make my penis more vertical, so that I could
fully penetrate and feel her mouth, tongue, and throat.

Her mouth and my penis were making gurgling sounds at the point where we were joined, her hot throat
stimulating my glans with incredible pleasure.

I wasn't going to ejaculate right now; there was still more to play with, so I pulled my penis out.

She let out an "Ah—" sound, saliva mixed with the pungent smell of my penis spraying from her mouth, accompanied by
a slightly hoarse voice.

"Spare...spare...me..." she said with difficulty.

"What? You want me?" Shao Qiang said.

"She said spare me."

"Did you ruin her throat? She can't even speak properly anymore, really. We still have to keep talking."

"No...don't...I...I'll pay you back...gentlemen...please have mercy..."

Shao Qiang took a cup and squatted down next to her thighs.

"What...what else do you want to do..."

I picked up a wad of paper from the table and shoved it into her mouth.

Shao Qiang, however, held the cup to her vagina, which was sealed with tape, and then ripped it open with
a loud "rip."

Ma Yan's eyes immediately widened like saucers, snot gushed from her nose, and her fingers trembled violently.
If I hadn't gagged her beforehand, she would have screamed so loudly that the whole company could hear her.

Shao Qiang continued, tearing off two, then three sheets of tape.

Ma Yan's body trembled again and again from the excruciating pain.

"Damn, you pulled off so much pubic hair."

Shao Qiang looked at the tape, then at Ma Yan's vulva.

"It's so red, I hope it won't bleed." Because it had been sealed so tightly before, and Ma Yan's labia were relatively long, her labia were still tightly closed, covering her vulva

when the tape was removed . Shao Qiang poked a few times above her labia, and the two fleshy lips slowly regained their elasticity, opening up, allowing the coffee beans buried in her vulva to slide out one by one, falling into the cup Shao Qiang had prepared. "Use a little more force, you've had children before," Shao Qiang said. The coffee beans, stained with Ma Yan's bodily fluids, fell into the cup, losing their bright black luster and resembling red beans soaked in sugar water . Shao Qiang stood up and poured them into the coffee grinder. "Is this much time enough to keep them warm?" I asked. "It'll have to do. We can't spend the whole day here, can we?" "That's true." I walked behind Ma Yan, untied the ropes binding her hands and feet, and slammed her onto the table, flattening her breasts. Then I pressed her hands behind her back, slapped her buttocks hard, enjoying the jiggling of her white flesh , and then gripped my penis, aiming it at her wet vagina where the coffee beans had just been soaked , and thrust it in. " Ughh ... My penis reached all the way to her cervix, and I could feel her trembling from the tingling and numbness, her vagina tightening even more. When I pulled out, I noticed some slightly grayish mucus on my foreskin; it seemed to be some of the skin of a coffee bean, melted by the high temperature inside her vagina. "Damn, why is it so hot?" I said.

"Because it was warmed by coffee beans, right?" I laughed mockingly.

"No...uh...uh...eeah..."

As I thrust into her with my thick penis, Ma Yan's initial pleas gradually turned into weak moans, which then
became rhythmic and regular, as if they were beginning to respond to my defilement.

"Slut, starting to enjoy it?" Shao Qiang said.

"Hoo, hoo, fuck," I moaned as I thrust, slapping her ass. "This cunt
is alright . Tight enough, smells good."

"Damn it, give me a hole too." Shao Qiang stroked his hardening penis again.

"Fuck her mouth?"

"Give me the one in the back."

I hugged Ma Yan, lying face down on the large sofa next to me.

Shao Qiang straddled her, pressing against her back, and we sandwiched her like a sandwich, Ma Yan's soft, fragrant breasts
pressed tightly against my chest.

I couldn't see what Shao Qiang was doing from below, but from his movements and Ma Yan's appearance, I knew
he was slowly inserting his penis into Ma Yan's anus.

"Ah...! It hurts, it hurts..."

Ma Yan's face was turned towards me, her eyes tightly closed, enduring the invasion of her anus.

I could also feel her vagina becoming tighter, as Shao Qiang's penis entered her anus, compressing
the space inside.

We both started thrusting simultaneously, initially with some difficulty, but faster and faster.

"Mmm...uh mmm...ah...ow..."

Ma Yan's body helplessly accepted our manipulation, her moans becoming increasingly varied.

"Why are you getting more and more creative with your moans? Looks like you either have the potential to sell yourself, or you're a born slut," Shao
Qiang said.

While I was fucking Ma Yan's cunt, I was also sucking and playing with her nipples, while Shao Qiang was licking her
earlobe.

Ma Yan was already limp all over, her face flushed, and her waist began to twist in response to our movements.

Two large, thick penises were brutally pounding into the woman's two holes, the sounds of their
thrusting . The obscene smell washed over the room like swirling waves, almost overflowing through the cracks
in the door.

"You slut, this isn't your first time doing double penetration, is it?" I said.

"No...no..." she said weakly and indistinctly.

Just then, Ma Yan's phone rang.

Shao Qiang temporarily pulled out his penis, picked up the phone, and reinserted it.

He held the phone next to Ma Yan's face.

"Answer it," he said, continuing his thrusting.

Ma Yan hesitated, and I slapped her. She obediently held the phone to her ear, pressing it as tightly as possible,
as if trying to prevent the person on the other end from hearing her.

"Um...husband...what's wrong...ah, me? I'm fine...ah um...!"

Her phone call with her husband excited us even more, and we began thrusting more violently, the large sofa starting to
shake .

"It's nothing... I, I... I was dozing off just now, I'm not fully awake... Okay, okay, call Xiaoya to
the phone... Xiaoya? Mommy... tonight... umm, be a good girl, wait for Mommy to come back... to celebrate your
birthday... umm... cake... ugh...!"

She had to pause for a moment, covering her mouth with her hand to avoid moaning, before continuing.

"No, Mommy's fine... I'm not sick... umm... Xiaoya... Mommy loves you too... ugh
... bye-bye..."

She hung up the phone, tears streaming down her face from the extreme humiliation, her sobs mixed with
pleasurable moans, which excited me even more.

"Do you regret it now? Huh?"

Shao Qiang grabbed her hair and whispered in her ear.

"Wouldn't it be better to live your life peacefully? Why did you have to embezzle company funds and borrow money to cover it up... Do you enjoy getting
yourself into this state?"

"Waaah... I... I was wrong... I'll never... You gentlemen... let me go... I can't take it anymore,
ahh, I'm going to be fucked to pieces..."

"You slut, you've always been a broken woman, let you know your own worth..."

"Yes, I'm a slut, you gentlemen... fuck me, do whatever you want, as long as, as long as you let go of my husband,
my daughter... she's turning eight today... Waaah... Xiaoya, Mommy is sorry... ahh...

!"

Shao Qiang snorted, thrusting forward and ejaculating into Ma Yan's anus.

I gripped Ma Yan's buttocks and thrust faster, feeling the heat rising from my testicles, rushing through my shaft with tremendous
force , gushing from the glans, flooding Ma Yan's cunt with semen, almost
submerging my own penis in it.

As soon as we pulled out, Ma Yan collapsed onto the sofa, her limbs hanging limply at her sides.

After we were done, we started packing.

"Oh, I almost forgot something," Shao Qiang said.

He poured himself a cup of coffee, made from beans nurtured by Ma Yan's cunt, and took a sip.

"Is it good?" I asked.

"It's alright," he smacked his lips. "It's alright."

"Let her try some too."

I poured another cup, lifted Ma Yan's head (who had already lost her senses), pried open her mouth, and poured
the coffee down her throat.

As soon as I let go, her head slumped down, coffee overflowing from her lips like
semen flowing from her anus and cunt.

Shao Qiang took out his Polaroid camera and snapped a picture of the scene.

"A souvenir for you," he said, inserting the photo into Ma Yan's vagina. We did this almost every time we finished a job
.

"If you don't pay back the money within two weeks, we'll come back..."

I said, suddenly noticing a stylishly designed, beautifully sculpted mobile phone with a bright metallic sheen
displayed

.

"Honey, what kind of phone is this? I've never seen this brand before

," my wife said in the bedroom.

"It's not on the market yet. This is a sample unit, a gift from a partner. I don't need it, so you can have it,"
I said.

"Really? That's great!!"

My wife hugged me, gave me a big kiss, and then started playing with the new phone.

But a few minutes later, as she swiped her finger across the phone screen, she suddenly frowned.

"What's wrong?" I asked anxiously.

"What is this?! Look for yourself!" My wife held out her phone screen, pointing it at me.

It was a pornographic photo of a woman with her legs spread wide, wearing flesh-colored stockings.

Holy crap, there was a selfie of Ma Yan in it! It had nothing to do with me! Looks like she's always been pretty slutty…

…But this is really going to get me into trouble. How am I going to explain this to my wife?!

"I…I don't know! They gave me this phone, I…I haven't even used it myself…"

"I don't want to hear it!!"

That night, I slept on the sofa.

Sigh, being a good husband is so hard.

[To be continued]

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