My young and beautiful wife has been having sex with other men for a long time (9)

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Afterwards, once she calmed down, my wife was filled with remorse. She couldn't believe that such a dignified and quiet woman like herself had been violated by a scoundrel and a lecher. Her most private parts had been violated by this lecher for over five hours. The more she thought about it, the more regretful and ashamed she felt.
Before, whenever the factory manager saw my wife, he would always look her up and down with a lecherous gaze, making her feel flustered and uncomfortable. After this incident, if she saw the factory manager again, his lewd and obscene eyes would surely make her feel utterly ashamed.
The more my wife thought about it, the more embarrassed and ashamed she felt. She felt she had done something incredibly shameful and couldn't face her colleagues at work, let alone the factory manager.
Therefore, my wife decided to rest for a few days to calm down. I completely understood her feelings and repeatedly comforted and reassured her, easing her pressure and anxiety.
On Monday, I asked the office for sick leave on my wife's behalf, saying she had a stomachache and needed to rest for two days.
These past two days, whenever I walk across from the factory manager, I always see his smug and lecherous eyes, as if he's thinking, "Kid, I finally slept with your wife, fucking awesome."
On Tuesday afternoon, the manager called me into his office, closed the door, and whispered, "What's wrong with your wife? Why hasn't she come to work these past few days?"
I said, "It's all because of you."
The manager was surprised: "Oh, because of me? What happened?"
I said, "You made my wife's 'that area' swollen."
"Really? Oh dear, I'm so sorry, I couldn't control myself that day, it really lasted too long. How is it? Is it very swollen? You should take her to the hospital."
I said, "Yes, the doctor said there's some congestion and swelling in her vagina."
"What should we do?"
"The doctor said it's not serious, just mild, she'll be fine after a couple of days of rest."
The manager said, "Then let her rest for a few days, I'll report her as on a business trip."
I said, "No need, I've already asked the office for sick leave for her, besides, my wife is much better now, she'll be back to work soon."
On Thursday, my wife went to work. She sat there working as usual, but she was very unsettled. She felt incredibly ashamed, constantly feeling like everyone was staring at her. At that moment, the person she feared most was the factory manager.
However, when the factory manager heard my wife was at work, he insisted on going over. He wanted to see what kind of expression this dignified, quiet beauty would have after he had slept with her.
The factory manager arrived at my wife's department. He spoke a few words to the office director first, then walked around the room as if inspecting a work site.
Upon seeing the factory manager's arrival, my wife was immediately flustered and overwhelmed with shame. She feigned composure as she typed a document, but a blush crept across her face. Seeing her blush, the factory manager couldn't help but recall that night:
my wife lay naked on the kang (heated brick bed), her snow-white, full body displayed before him. Her angelic face, her high, firm breasts, her round, plump buttocks, her white, full thighs—especially her large, tender, and juicy vagina, like a big steamed bun—allowed him to admire and play with it at will.
Particularly, after his penis entered her, my wife's tight, slippery vagina, like a young girl's, its thick, fleshy texture, and the hours of physical pleasure she endured, along with her passionate moans and cries, all of this excited him to the point of ecstasy, an experience he would never forget.
At this very moment, the beautiful woman he had once slept with sat before him. She was as dignified, beautiful, and radiant as ever. Yet, this extraordinary beauty had been played with by this rogue and lecher for over five hours that night, her vagina swollen from being fucked so much that her semen might still be inside her. Thinking of this, the factory manager was filled with lewd pleasure and an indescribable sense of pride.
The factory manager deliberately came to my wife's side and asked, "How are you? I heard you were sick. Are you feeling better now?" Only my wife could understand the factory manager's question. She answered shyly, "I'm fine now." At this moment, my wife's face turned even redder. Seeing this, the factory manager, afraid that others would notice something amiss, turned and left as if nothing had happened.
A few days passed in a flash, and before we knew it, it was the weekend again. That afternoon, the factory manager called me to his office again, closed the door, and whispered to me, "Brother, I'm processing your matter. Part of it has already been reimbursed."
A little confused, I asked him, "What's this 'write-off'?"
He said, "Write-off means spreading this money to other projects. Gradually, once all the money is spread out, the matter is completely resolved, leaving no trace on the books."
Hearing this, I was very happy, but then I fell into a trap. Wasn't it supposed to be transferring the money to his name? How did it become write-off? But then I thought, he's the one who decides. Whatever, as long as he can help me solve the problem, that's fine. So I said to him, "Factory Manager, thank you so much."
"Oh, thank you for nothing. Don't worry, I'll take care of it."
After saying that, he looked at me with lecherous eyes and whispered, "Brother, it's the weekend again. Have your wife keep me company tonight?"
This was already expected. This lecherous man, since he's already involved with my wife and has leverage over me, he'll never give up. I had no choice but to agree.
To be honest, I was quite excited to hear that he was going to sleep with my wife again tonight. The scene of him having sex with her last time was incredibly exciting. However, he went a bit too far, and I was worried he might damage her.
So I told him, "This time, you'd better be careful, don't make her swollen again."
The factory manager said, "Don't worry, she'll be fine this time."
After work, when I got home, I told my wife about it. She exclaimed in surprise, "What? He's coming back? It's not over yet!"
My wife is such a naive woman; she thought that once the factory manager had sex with her, it was all over.
I then tried to persuade her, telling her that he risked going to jail to save our family, and it couldn't be over after just one time. Since she had already agreed, she should go a few more times. After my repeated persuasion, my wife finally complied.
That evening, before it was even dark, the factory manager came to my house. My wife made him a cup of tea, and I sat with him, drinking tea and chatting.
The factory manager was overjoyed, his eyes gleaming with lust as he kept staring at my wife.
My wife knew perfectly well that tonight, she would be at the mercy of this scoundrel and lecher. Thinking about it, she couldn't hide her shame and unease; a blush crept across her face.
While she was in the kitchen boiling water, the factory manager whispered smugly to me, "Brother, your wife's shy. Her face turned red just now. She knows I'm going to have my way with her again tonight."
I reminded him again, "You'd better be careful tonight. You went too far the other day. If you make her swollen again, she won't let you have her anymore."
He said, "I was too excited that day. Don't worry, I know when to stop today."
I said, "Then it depends on your performance today."
He said, "But, on the other hand, your wife is too sexy. If I don't go all out, it won't be satisfying. But don't worry, I won't go on for too long today." As
soon as it got dark, the factory manager couldn't wait any longer and subtly urged us to rest early. I locked the front door, closed the windows and doors, my wife drew the curtains, and spread out the blankets. We both took off our clothes and lay down. Just like last time, on the large kang (heated brick bed) in both rooms, the factory manager lay down next to my wife at one end of the kang, and I lay at the other end, a little further away.
After the lights were turned off, the factory manager immediately crawled into my wife's bed and started grabbing and touching her body. After a few touches, he started to pull down my wife's clothes. At this point, I heard my wife say to him,
"Factory manager, stop, ah, just touch her a little." My wife is so naive. He's just here to have sex with you; how can you just touch her a little?
The factory manager quickly stripped my wife naked, then undressed himself as well. He grabbed and groped her, and after a while, he climbed on top of her and inserted his penis into her again. He then straddled her and teased,
"Girl, I'm fucking you again. Your
cunt is so fleshy." He then began thrusting, starting slowly but gradually increasing the speed. Soon, like last time, he was using all his strength, pounding away with each stroke. I could hear my wife's cunt making squelching sounds, and she started screaming again…
Emboldened by his previous experience, the factory manager, seeking further stimulation, continued to lewdly tease my wife while fucking her:
"Your cunt is so fleshy, it's tight and slippery inside, just like a young girl's."
*Slap, slap, slap, slap... squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak...
* "This big cunt, such a meaty head, that's the kind of cunt I have to fuck, it's so satisfying."
*Squeak, squeak, squeak...* *Slap, slap, slap, slap...* *Squeak, squeak, squeak...*
"Oh, ah, oh... ah, oh... ah, oh... ah... oh, oh... ah..." My wife screamed loudly.
"How's it going, girl? Feeling good? Ah, does your cunt feel good now?"
My wife is a dignified, quiet, and respectable woman. It's already difficult enough for her to have sex with a rogue and a lecher, and now the factory manager is even teasing her while fucking her. Even though the lights are off, my wife is extremely ashamed.
However, my wife understands that he holds our secrets, and we need his help. Therefore, no matter how lewd the factory manager's behavior is, my wife has to obediently submit and let him play with her as he pleases.
Watching this scene unfold, I felt a mix of excitement, stimulation, self-reproach, and heartache for my wife.
But to make a long story short, the factory manager only lasted a little over two hours before ejaculating. Partly, he was going at it too hard, and later he was exhausted and panting. Partly, he was also worried about swelling her vagina and making it impossible to continue. However, two hours was still quite a long time.
Afterwards, he stayed at my house, and the next morning, he had sex with my wife for another two hours. This time it was much better; afterwards, my wife felt no discomfort or pain. It seemed she had gotten used to it.
From then on, every weekend, the factory manager would come to my house and have sex with my wife, each time for two to three hours, until he was completely satisfied and could no longer continue.
What I found fortunate was that my wife's sexual ability was also incredibly strong; her vagina could accommodate the factory manager's enormous penis and withstand his prolonged, intense intercourse.
The factory manager was absolutely ecstatic to have such a stunningly beautiful woman as my wife. He often praised her in front of me, saying that she was not only beautiful but also incredibly sexy. He described her as tall, voluptuous, with fair and delicate skin, making her extremely alluring and arousing to any man.
And it was indeed true; a woman's fair skin, high breasts, full hips and thighs were often more sexually seductive to a man than her appearance.
My wife is such a sexy woman. She's tall and slender, with a full and well-proportioned figure. Her skin is white and delicate, and her breasts are high and firm, trembling slightly as she walks. Her round buttocks and full, long thighs seem to burst open her pants, making her incredibly sexy and alluring. In particular, her private parts always bulge out in a large, rounded shape, unintentionally showing men the fullness and plumpness of her genitals. Just as the factory manager said, no man who has seen my wife doesn't want to have sex with her. My wife and I have been married for several years, and looking at her figure still arouses a strong sexual desire in me. Especially when my wife takes off her clothes and reveals her snow-white, full body, it makes me even more passionate and lustful. Not to mention the factory manager, a man with exceptional sexual ability who has never been satisfied, seeing my wife's full, snow-white body makes him even more lustful and his blood boil.
After years of pent-up desire, he finally found an outlet. Every time he had sex with my wife, he was like a tiger, using all his strength to fuck her wildly, indulging in a frenzied passion.
A little over a month passed quickly. The factory manager became increasingly addicted, and I grew more and more excited, even congratulating myself on "turning misfortune into blessing," fulfilling my "wife-cuckolding" dream and experiencing the most intoxicating thrills and pleasures.
The factory manager was ecstatic, having unwittingly gained an incredible advantage over my wife, allowing this lecherous man to play with such a stunning beauty. In his own words, it was like a toad eating swan meat.
Although my wife experienced unprecedented pleasure and satisfaction, her feelings were extremely complicated. Firstly, she was aware of her looks and worth; many excellent men hadn't even caught her eye. Now, she was being played with by a lewd, despicable man, which made her feel extremely wronged and humiliated. Furthermore, she had to meet with the factory manager every day at work afterward. As a woman, my wife felt incredibly ashamed, especially when the factory manager gave her lewd looks and a lascivious smile. She would feel utterly ashamed. What worried her even more was that, over time, secrets would find out. If her colleagues found out, she would be unable to face them.
Therefore, my wife had been constantly uneasy these past few days. Every day at work, she felt that people looked at her differently than before, as if they already knew about her affair with the factory manager. She was finding it difficult to cope. One night, my wife said to me,
"What exactly does the factory manager mean? Does he want to come often?"
I said, "He'll definitely come for a while longer."
My wife said, "I don't want him to come anymore."
"Why?" I asked.
"He's come several times already, he's had his fill, why isn't it over yet?"
I said, "Since you've already let him come, you should stay with him a little longer. He's currently doing something for us, and the matter isn't resolved yet. If you stop letting him come, how can he still do things for us?"
"But he can't keep coming! If my colleagues find out about this, how will I face them?"
I said, "It's okay. We're renting here now, we don't know anyone around. If we close the doors and windows at night, who will know?"
"How many more times does he want to come?"
Hearing my wife's question, she seemed to think that a few more times would be enough, and then it would all be over. But I knew in my heart that this wasn't so simple. I didn't want to argue with her further, so I just went along with her current mindset and said,
"Then you should go with him ten more times."
"No, that's too many, just two times," my wife said.
I said, "That's too few, how about five times?"
My wife hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay, five times then, no more than that."
I said, "Alright, five times then."
I thought to myself, no matter how many times, as long as my wife agrees now, that's enough. We can deal with the future later. And so, my wife and I reached a temporary "private" agreement.
Every weekend, the factory manager would still come without fail. My wife is a gentle and sensible woman. With my guidance and persuasion, no matter how the factory manager manipulated her, or how vulgar and obscene his words and actions were, my wife tried her best to cooperate with him and make him happy.
The factory manager was overjoyed to see my wife like a little lamb, letting him do as he pleased, and he became more and more addicted to it.
Every time he had sex with my wife, he would hold onto her and not let go. But one time, when he got tired and came down to rest, he suddenly said to me, "Brother, why don't you come up and have a turn with me?"
I was a little surprised at the time. What was wrong with him today?
Actually, every time I saw him having sex with my wife, I was also burning with lust. I just felt he'd already been rough enough with her, so I didn't want to burden her further. This time, the factory manager specifically asked me to go over, and I couldn't resist, so I went. When my wife saw that I was going to have sex with her too, she blushed deeply with embarrassment. She felt that it was too lewd for a woman to be fucked by two men at the same time.
After I got on top of her, I inserted myself. My wife's vagina was so slippery; I'd never had such lubrication before. My penis went in without any resistance, "slip!" It seemed my wife had indeed been pleasured by the factory manager; otherwise, there wouldn't have been so much lubrication in her vagina.
I lay on top of my wife and started fucking her too. Although my wife was still my wife, and her vagina was still the same, fucking the vagina that the factory manager had just fucked was incredibly stimulating, and the pleasure was particularly intense, completely different from the feeling of fucking my wife alone before.
The factory manager, standing to the side, said to my wife, "Girl, from today onwards, we'll both fuck you together, let you taste the flavor of two men."
My wife shyly avoided the factory manager's gaze, her face turning even redder.
Unfortunately, my penis wasn't as thick as his, and the stimulation for my wife wasn't as intense. She only moaned softly, without crying out. After a while, the factory manager said to me,
"Looks like you really can't handle your wife. Get off, I'll give her a little more."
After I got off, the factory manager went up and started pounding into her, and my wife immediately cried out…
From then on, the factory manager often had me join in when he was having sex with my wife, saying that watching me have sex with her was also exciting. He even said that he would find my wife a lecherous man like himself, and then he and that man would gang rape my wife; that would definitely be even more exciting.
Time flew by, and more than a month passed. According to our "agreement," when the factory manager left my house for the last time, my wife said to me, "Today is the last time. Don't let him come next time."
I knew my wife was very tired at this point, so I didn't want to say anything to her, just agreeing with her,
"Okay, whatever you say."
But I knew in my heart that the factory manager was in the middle of a wild party and had leverage over us; he wouldn't stop. I could only wait until my wife calmed down before discussing it with her again.
Actually, I was also very unsettled at this point. More than two months had passed, and the factory manager hadn't revealed any information to me about how things were going. During this time, it was as if nothing had happened. The only thing that had occurred was that my wife had been with him more than ten times.
So, I started to have second thoughts. At first, he said he would transfer the money to his name and take the blame for me, but later it turned into write-offs. With so much money being written off without any reason, how could the finance department not know? This blatant violation of the law would definitely not pass the finance department's scrutiny.
Besides, judging from the situation at the time, it seemed like he would soon get into trouble and be arrested. However, more than two months passed, and nothing happened. So, I always felt that this guy might be lying to me. He was just covering it up temporarily, and I was only temporarily safe for a while. But my safety came at the cost of my wife's body. The longer I was safe, the longer he could use my wife. When he couldn't cover it up anymore, he would expose me, and in the end, he would get away with nothing. My wife would be his toy. If that were the case, wouldn't I have lost both my wife and my money?
One day, I went to the factory manager's office to deliver something to him. There was no one else in the room, so I took the opportunity to ask him about this matter again. He said that he was gradually reimbursing me, but the amount was too large and couldn't be reimbursed all at once, as that would easily cause trouble. He told me to take it slowly and not to worry, as long as he was there, nothing would happen.
He was reassuring me, and what he meant was that only he could help me with this matter, and I couldn't rely on anyone else. He said that I had to rely on him completely and let him enjoy my wife for a long time.
I told my wife about the situation to prepare her mentally. She understood that the factory manager was only after her looks. As a woman, she felt that the only way to ensure the safety of the family was to offer herself to the manager. However, she worried about when this would end, fearing that the affair would be exposed and she would lose face.
Just as we were pondering this, a major incident occurred at the factory. One noon, after lunch, while everyone was resting and chatting, two police cars suddenly arrived. A group of police officers got out, handcuffed one of our salesmen, and drove him away. Everyone gathered to watch. Apparently, this salesman had embezzled factory money. Seeing this, my wife and I were terrified. That
evening, the factory manager came to our house again, saying he was there to comfort us. He said that the salesman had embezzled over 200,000 yuan and would at least get 8 to 10 years in prison. He added that if my affair were exposed, based on the amount embezzled, I would at least get life imprisonment.
My wife and I were still shaken by the day's fright, and the factory manager's words terrified us even more.
Then, the manager steered the conversation back on track: "But don't worry, you two, I've got your back. Nothing will happen. You can go about your business as usual." The implication was clear: my wife was still his toy, and he should continue to have sex with her.
We thanked the manager profusely, and that night, he stayed at our house again, giving my wife another thorough and satisfying experience. (To be continued)

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