Memoirs of a Seductive Wife, Part 49

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My wife went to participate in an epic anti-Japanese war film. In the battle of aggression and counter-aggression, the two sides engaged in a fierce war of attrition. Ultimately, the enemy ran out of ammunition and supplies, while our side was exhausted and powerless to continue fighting

. Both sides reached a temporary ceasefire agreement and chose to tactically withdraw for rest and recuperation. Judging from my wife's overall physical condition, one can imagine how brutal the battle was; mutual destruction was inevitable. Hahaha! I can't hold back anymore! I'm really not used to rambling. Mainly, I've been planning to share some of my wife's past experiences with everyone lately, and my feelings are rather complicated and conflicted. Let me lighten the mood first. A while ago, my wife and her sister were tied up and gang-raped. Not long ago, after being tied up and gang-raped again, the marks on their bodies were even more prominent and shocking. It's been a day now, and my wife must have washed her hair several times. Her hair smelled of urine, although it was still quite strong, but it wasn't as pungent or overpowering as it was before our marriage.

My pubic area was meticulously shaved again, leaving it smooth and shiny. My labia were still slightly everted and a little red and swollen. My wife told me it was much better, so it seems the "performance-enhancing training" we did recently had a significant effect! I can only describe my feelings with the classic Chinese phrase, "Holy crap!" It turns out this was all part of their plan. My wife finding a lover was real, but it was also preparation for the year-end party! And "performance training"?! Did they already know I would agree to attend this party, and then conduct their "performance training" beforehand? Ouch.

I'm definitely feeling bitter, but looking back, these past three years, not short, not long, have seen us go from acquaintance to understanding, to love, to cherishing each other, and now to being parents. It seems there's always been a central theme: "sex," a theme we can never escape. We met through sex, and our love blossomed from sex. It's a love-hate relationship, yet also sweet and tender; completely different psychological states, yet a strange balance is achieved. The bitterness in my heart brings an even stronger stimulation. What a normal man might find unbearable—being cuckolded—I've already worn one after another. At the same time, the deep-seated excitement is addictive, impossible to escape.

When we returned to bed together, my wife put on her shower cap again. I licked the marks on her body, savoring the smell of urine. I found it incredibly enjoyable. When she was lying on her stomach, her buttocks were purplish-red, or rather, a bit bluish-purple, with shocking welts. While not exactly lacerated, they showed the perpetrator's strength was considerable. Doesn't one feel any tenderness for someone who isn't their own wife? I gently stroked my slutty wife's buttocks and asked, "Slutty wife, you've been beaten like this, doesn't it hurt?" She replied, "Of course it hurts! But it's just the right level of pain, it has to hurt to feel something! It's stimulating!" So, back in that group sex I attended recently, they were holding back. My slutty wife said that by chance, getting a whipped on the buttocks could bring her to orgasm. Just imagine how slutty this woman must be. How shameless she has to be to be able to orgasm from a whipping. With my slutty

wife beaten like this, I can't even wash the pots. Sigh! Seriously, is there anyone more cuckolded than me? Enough kissing, enough licking, let's cuddle and go to sleep! I was so tired. I wanted to ask my slutty wife about the details of last night, but I thought better of it. If I got aroused again, I wouldn't be able to sleep. But I couldn't help imagining the shocking scene of my slutty wife being gang-raped and ravaged by dozens of men, and I drifted off to sleep. The next morning when I woke up, my wife was still fast asleep. After I finished breakfast and went back to the bedroom to change, she finally opened her eyes, still half-asleep. We had a long, sweet kiss and hug before I reluctantly went to work. Luckily,

I had turned down the dinner invitation that evening, though I really couldn't drink anymore; going to several dinners in one night is no easy feat. When I got home that night, my wife was taking a bath again, her hair still covered in bubbles. I sniffed it; the scent in her hair had faded considerably. Still a little confused, I asked her, "Honey, didn't you just start working at the bank? How come you're so free?" She replied, "I don't work at the counter. I tell the manager I'm with a client, someone I think has a good chance of closing the deal, so the manager doesn't nag me." I thought to myself, "Are banks really that easy to get by these days?" My wife, seemingly reading my mind, chuckled and said, "I guess the manager doesn't have high hopes for my performance during my internship. He'll only act if my results aren't good enough." I asked, "You know so much about this?" She replied, "When I first started working, I heard from other female colleagues at the bank that most of them willingly used their bodies to curry favor. Some even used their looks to get close to multiple high-ranking officials."

I try so hard to avoid this kind of thing at my own company, but I never imagined my wife's workplace would be like this. What's normal? Does a close, negative relationship between superiors and subordinates really need to exist? Please forgive me for overreacting.

I helped my wife wash her hair for a while, then carried her from the bathtub to the shower. Upon closer inspection, I was amazed to find that her vulva had almost subsided from swelling. My flirtatious wife said, "Honey, if you want, you can use it today." I shook my head and said, "Forget it, there's plenty of time! No rush." Then, I gritted my teeth and said to my flirtatious wife, "Um, honey, I heard from your younger sister that they have two more dinners after their gathering, and it seems most of them are K's clients?" My flirtatious wife immediately said, "Honey, I was just about to tell you that too. There aren't many days left until the New Year, and I was thinking of taking some time to visit my mom and see if there's anything I can do for her. I won't be going to the next two dinners."

I have to say, my wife's answer really surprised me. I asked uncertainly, "Honey, are you telling the truth?" She said, "Yes! Before we got married! No matter what, I was K's PR person, helping him attract clients at dinners. Now it's different!" I hugged her tightly, "I really didn't expect you to think like that." She said, "Honey, are you crazy? I'm your wife now, and Mom's daughter-in-law. It's hard to imagine you letting me do this. You should be content, shouldn't you?" I hugged her tightly and kissed her passionately. Having such a wife is truly wonderful.

Humans are always susceptible to temptation. As I began kissing my wife's earlobes, neck, and down her body, I couldn't help but linger on the marks left by the straps, especially around her breasts. These marks always captivated me. And my unruly little brother, at the most inopportune moments, would react inappropriately. My wife, ever the opportunist, always seemed to have her cake and eat it too, because she firmly believed that "political power grows out of the barrel of a gun." So, when she chatted with her younger sister, she would always say that as long as she held the "gun" (or "weapon") in her own hands, wasting a few bullets wouldn't matter.

But regardless, when I learned that most of the attendees at the next two gatherings were K-ge's clients, and that my wife had explicitly stated she wouldn't attend, I was still quite pleased. At that time, I had no idea that my wife had a past as a prostitute; it was simply a matter of completely different attitudes towards such gatherings before and after marriage. Perhaps I'm being too narrow-minded, not open-minded enough.

My wife rested at home for two days, and once her hair stopped smelling, she went to the bank to clock in. She briefly greeted the manager and then said she was off to do some public relations with potential clients again. She hadn't been working there long, and the manager didn't expect much from her. He was just subtly hinting at things to her. According to her, the manager's hints weren't overt, but they were tacitly understood, though no one brought it up. My wife played along. She said she didn't want the manager to succeed too quickly, and also because of the marks on her body from the slingshot. She said that if she confronted the manager in this state, her good image would be completely ruined; she really wanted to disappear into the ground.

Even under these circumstances, my slutty wife still had time to go out and hook up with a few of the dozens of men who gang-raped her a few days ago. They said they loved fucking my wife, who was covered in ligature marks and exuded a slutty aura. My wife said I couldn't satisfy her at home, haha! Of course, I let her go. I openly supported my wife's hooking up; it was much better than her attending those last two dinners and being gang-raped by seventy or eighty men. Between two evils, choose the lesser. Aren't I good at comforting myself? Because when I chatted with my sister-in-law on WeChat, it seemed she only rested for four days, then went to the next dinner party, and my sister-in-law was also half-crippled, then had to rest for a few days before the last one. In the two years my wife was absent, they continued these gatherings as always.

Not long after, it was Chinese New Year. Fortunately, the ligature marks on my wife's body had faded a lot, and the smell in her hair was long gone. My wife stayed with my mom and our son the whole time. I was busy until the 27th of the twelfth lunar month before I finally got a break. She took care of everything at home, which was quite tiring for her. Around the 28th, I think, my wife and I took some gifts to visit my sister-in-law. In the afternoon, my wife wanted to visit Brother K, and I naturally couldn't object. Later, my sister-in-law said she'd go with her sister, leaving just me and Ah B at home. It wasn't very interesting for two grown men to talk, so I felt a little awkward. I texted my wife saying I was going home first and asked her to text me before she left after visiting Brother K so I could pick her up.

That evening, my wife texted me saying she'd have dinner at Brother K's before going home, and that she could take a taxi herself, so I didn't need to pick her up. My wife came home quite early that night, around 8 PM, which is unusual for me. I figured it must be because of the dinners K-brother organized recently; he must have been exhausted. He was at all three gatherings! I wouldn't be able to handle it either. What

surprised me was that my wife's face was flushed when she got home. It was really strange. Logically, if my wife went to K-brother's house and their relationship was just like before, even if K-brother had sex with her a few times, or even if he invited his friends to gang rape her and her sister-in-law, I believe it would be routine for them. Whether they talked about it afterwards or not, it wouldn't matter to us husbands, Ah B and me. In other words, even if the above happened at K-brother's house, it would be commonplace and nothing unusual. That's why I said her flushed face was a bit eerie. I was originally planning to ask my wife's younger sister, but I thought better of it and decided to wait until we met after the New Year.

At home, although my wife and I engage in casual sex, to this extent, I always give her the utmost privacy and respect. I never look through her phone. No matter who she talks to, if she doesn't tell me, I won't ask, unless she tells me beforehand. For example, today before leaving the house, she told me she had arranged a group sex session with several lovers. Then, when she got home, I asked her about the details of the group sex to spice up our relationship and sex life. This is already an unspoken understanding between my wife and me. The

Spring Festival is coming soon, and everyone celebrates it the same way every year, so I won't go into details. The visits during the Spring Festival feel even more tiring than a regular workday. When I'm visiting clients, it's naturally inconvenient to bring my wife along, and she doesn't really want to come with me. So she often goes to my wife's younger sister's house. My sister-in-law told me that she and her sister also take time to visit Brother K's house. I visited my sister-in-law's house once during this period, only managing to spare a day. When I arrived, she had guests, two of whom were my wife's regular lovers. However, there were other guests as well, so we had lunch together. Everyone behaved politely, and my sister-in-law was busy running around, so I didn't get a chance to be alone with her. Then, before I knew it, the Spring Festival holiday was over, and life returned to normal.

My wife started working at the bank again. Since taking over the company, my work hours have become unpredictable. I used to think about picking her up and dropping her off, but that's just a dream now. So, I bought her a car for transportation. Sometimes when I come home from work, she's probably just finished too. Seeing her in her bank uniform, she has a certain charm. No wonder some people say she's seductive! This uniform on my wife, a vixen, is pure temptation! Even I, her husband who lives with her every day, was tempted. You can imagine how others must have been completely captivated.

My wife, despite her work, still indulged in her usual slutty behavior every weekend—the same old formula, the same old flavor: group sex, gang rape, and more. Throughout these activities, K-ge was always involved. If my wife was the "leading lady," then K-ge was the "leading man." My brother-in-law, A-B, participated quite often, but he was basically just a bystander. After my wife officially started working at the bank after the New Year, she stopped doing bondage during group sex due to work commitments—quite a relief.

With the new year approaching, many tasks were particularly important, and I needed to travel frequently for a while, so I missed my wife's group sex activities. My wife has been with me for so long, so she knows my work routine and is used to it. She'll let me know in advance if I'm away on a business trip, and then let me know she's home when she's done. While I'm away, my sister-in-law sometimes contacts me, telling me about her outings with her sister and how they often go to K's house together. I'm busier on business trips than at the office, so our chats are usually brief. It's been

almost two or three months before I returned to Shenzhen and started working normally at the company. My child is almost a year old now. When I got home, the baby was already toddling around, holding onto the bed or the wall. My mom said a walker might cause bowlegs or something, so we didn't use one. It's amazing how fast time flies; before I left, my baby was just crawling, and now she's already learning to walk.

Just two days before my baby's birthday, he miraculously started walking, wobbling and unsteady, without any support! Everyone in the family was overjoyed. Why am I mentioning the baby? Because with our birthday celebration in a couple of days, my wife, being a bit of a flirt, decided to use the two free days to go out and hook up with someone again. She had mentioned it to me beforehand, though. The day my baby learned to walk happened to be a weekend. I was driving to my mom's house when she called, excitedly telling me that the baby could walk and asking where I was. I arrived at my mom's house just then, parked the car, and went upstairs. There I saw the baby in the yard, his little hands raised high, wobbling as he walked.

Then my mom, seeing I was alone, asked, "Where's Mommy?" I told my mom I'd been dragged off to dinner with clients by their bank manager, and she immediately told me to call my wife and tell her to come home right away, saying it was such an important time and she shouldn't be socializing. I could only call my wife in front of my mom and tell her the baby could walk, and that my mom was very excited and happy, urging her to come home immediately. My wife could only agree on the phone to come home right away.

My wife, perhaps overjoyed, didn't even think to go home and change her clothes. When she arrived at my mom's house, she was still wearing the clothes she'd worn for a hookup, which were still a bit revealing. Although she didn't expose anything, in my mom's old-fashioned eyes, it was simply indecent. My mom even complained, "What's happened to banks these days? Why do people do this kind of job?" Luckily, everyone's attention was on the baby. I knew I had some of my wife's clothes in my car, so I had her change into a more conservative dress. Everyone knows the weather in Shenzhen; beautiful women start wearing dresses very early. The baby just learned to walk and was probably very excited. He kept running around, wobbling, and ended up tiring himself out. He even dozed off during dinner.

We had dinner at my mom's house and then went home. When we got home, my wife told me that they were about to start their group sex. She and her two lovers were doing an enema in the bathroom when I called. One of the lovers took her phone into the bathroom. My wife knew I was at my mom's and was making the call in front of her, so, as you can imagine, she had to go home. When we got home, I noticed that my wife wasn't wearing anything underneath. She said her panties got wet at the club, so she just didn't wear them.

The next day, when I called her younger sister on WeChat, I heard a different story. I knew that before my wife went out for the hookup, she said she went with her younger sister.

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