Hongxing's journey of training her husband to become a cuckold.

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Life is built on love, not games. So, no matter what, you must love your husband well and make him love you back.

My husband and I have a very deep relationship, our sex life is very harmonious, and we are inseparable.

My husband is very outstanding, and there are always women around him. I often tease him, encouraging him to go on dates with beautiful women, but he always says that his wife is the only beautiful woman in his eyes. Although I know what he's really thinking, it doesn't sound bad.

After reading some books and articles about SM, I felt like I had found a way to enjoy life and started thinking about my plan to "train" my husband.

At first, I observed whether my husband knew about SM and whether he liked it.

When I found that he had visited such websites on his computer, I was secretly delighted, and my actions began...?

"Honey, I don't want you to be tired. You lie down, and I'll be on top..." I started using the woman-on-top position more and more often during sex.

My husband is very strong, and he can bring me to orgasm five or six times each time.

"What woman could let go of a husband like this after experiencing him!" My pleasure increasingly fueled my desire to "train" him.

Once, while we were making love, I whispered in my husband's ear,

"Honey, I want to tie your hands up during sex."

"Okay!" he nodded, looking at me with a mixture of excitement and surprise.

I quickly and deftly tied his hands to the headboard with a pair of stockings I'd hidden under the pillow. Little did he know, I'd practiced bondage techniques for a long time.

My husband let out a groan he didn't usually make.

I moved intensely on top of him…?

After reaching my eighth orgasm, I suddenly sat up and plopped down on his mouth…?????

Before he could react, he was already unable to struggle. His face was tightly enveloped by mine. Even though we'd already reached our eighth orgasm, I felt my desire aroused again, surging relentlessly towards my lower body. After a brief struggle and moment of numbness, my husband obediently slipped his tongue into my vulva, and I enjoyed the pleasure of his licking…

My handsome, high nose came in handy, rubbing back and forth between my labia against my clitoris, massaging my labia and the soft flesh inside. I felt so itchy…

Suddenly, a surge of pleasure overwhelmed me, and I instantly cramped up, my legs blocking the rare air my husband could breathe… My husband began to struggle…

Ignoring his struggles, I continued to sit on his face, turning back to stroke his penis. So hard! Clear, glistening lubricant from my husband kept flowing out… Haha, perfect for me to play with… While playing with his penis, I enjoyed the increasingly groaning and twisting of my husband's body as he struggled to breathe…

So beautiful. So fun… I couldn't play with the suffocation for too long, so I got up and sat on his stomach, looking at him with a wicked, wanton smile…

My husband gasped for breath, as if enjoying the gift of letting him breathe. At that moment, I grabbed his hair with my left hand and kissed his ear. "Do you like it?"

A mysterious light flickered in my husband's eyes. I smiled at him, covering his nose and mouth with my hand, which was smeared with lubricant from playing with his penis while he was suffocating. "Does it smell good?"

At the same time, my other hand was already working hard on his hard penis.

My husband suddenly started breathing rapidly, and after a low groan, I felt warmth on my hand and back...?

"As long as my wife likes it! I like it!" my husband said breathlessly.

I patted his face, stroked him, and looked at him with a mischievous smile...

"Honey, can you tell me how you feel?"

A seductive night, a warm restaurant, a passionate couple, eating with their hearts. The emotions that shone through their eyes were more intense than the fine wine in their glasses.

"Honey, I feel our relationship has deepened. I can't live without you, I'm more infatuated with you than ever before!"

A bright, full moon hung in the sky, occasionally veiled by a thin cloud…

I sat in my office, watching the endless stream of cars outside the window, and sent a text message: "Honey, pick me up after work, let's go shopping."

After turning around a few streets at my direction, my husband parked the car blankly, looking at me suspiciously. "Where is this? What do you want to buy, baby?" he asked as he opened the car door.

I immediately hugged his neck and kissed him hard. "Honey, I'm buying things today, you choose. I'll wait for you in the car. We have to buy at least five things, you decide what to buy. Go into the basement through this door."

"What's going on now!" My husband shook his head, got out of the car, and left.

A full 40 minutes later, my husband returned to the car carrying a black bag, his face slightly flushed…?

I took the bag, opened it, looked inside, and smiled with satisfaction. A bundle of hemp rope, a pair of handcuffs, a leather whip, a dog leash, and what surprised me most, yet also somewhat, was an anal plug…

“Honey, bear with it, relax, it’ll be over soon.”

My husband was bound hand and foot, a dog leash around his neck, kneeling on the sofa, his buttocks sticking up high…

“Ah…”

My husband suddenly screamed in pain as I pushed the anal plug into his rear.

“Good boy, honey!” I kissed him while wiping the sweat from his brow. Looking down, I saw that his penis was already swollen, the glans glistening with secretions.

“My husband is in pain, but he likes it.”

Thinking this, I gave him a hard shove, and he lost his balance and fell onto the sofa. I stepped on his face and swung the whip, striking him repeatedly, from light to heavy.

It had been three months already, and my husband had come to enjoy being ravaged by me. Our sex life had merged with SM, and I myself had passed the psychological adjustment period, from being afraid to look my husband in the eye to being able to make him kneel down with just a glance. Of course, the main reason is that my husband is excellent; he loves and spoils me. One thing I'm very proud of is that I've awakened his submissive nature.

The night is deep, and the bustling traffic and dazzling lights outside the window can't mask the city's underlying loneliness. My husband is away on a business trip, and I admit I'm a woman who can't stand loneliness. Whenever my husband is away, we talk on the phone or chat online at almost every convenient time. I've already showered, wearing only a semi-transparent silk nightgown. Thinking about the heat I felt while touching my body in the shower, and the pleasure my husband felt when he struggled beneath me, I suddenly feel a cool sensation down below. My husband often calls me a slut, and I enjoy it. I like being slutty, I like being crazy with my husband every day.

Suddenly, I feel a void, remembering some cuckoldry novels I've read, those men obsessed with their wives cheating on them. Would my husband like that?

I look at the clock; it's already ten o'clock, and my husband hasn't gone online yet.

If my husband liked it, how wonderful would it be if I were chatting intimately with a handsome guy while talking to him?

I felt a burning sensation in my lower abdomen. I picked up my phone and dialed my husband's number.

"Honey, what are you doing? Are you doing something bad behind my back?" "Oh God, how could I dare! My wife would skin me alive! You were too rough last night, my whole body aches, even my butt hurts. I'm downstairs at the hotel, see you in a bit."

I smiled smugly; I'd really given my husband a good beating last night, even making him masturbate afterward…

I saw his profile picture flashing.

"Turn on the video, take off all your clothes, let me check you out!"

Watching my husband walk around naked in front of the camera, I laughed.

"Honey, let's chat via text." I turned off the video. Some things are better said in writing than face-to-face.

"What does my wife want to talk about?" "Have you finished the tasks I assigned you?" "

I've carefully read all five novels my wife asked me to read." I selected five SM novels for my husband to read.

"Did you get a reaction while reading?" "Yes, it was very arousing." "Want to try it?" "Yes." "What part resonated with you the most?" "The two cuckold stories, so humiliating!"

I felt a surge of secret joy.

"Honey, do you remember what you said while kneeling at my feet and kowtowing?" "Wife, of course I remember! I'm your slave, your toy, to be played with as you please."

"Haha, good husband! You get the most out of cuckold stories, do you also like me cuckolding you?"

"This…" My husband was silent for a long time, my heart pounding. I knew very well that I couldn't lose my husband's love because of playing SM!

"Wife, you have a lover?" After a while, my husband asked. "What nonsense are you talking about?!" I said, feigning anger.

"I thought..." my husband said hesitantly.

"Hmph!" For some reason, I was genuinely annoyed. "Wife, don't be angry. I'm just a little worried. Wife wants to play the cuckold, and I promise you." My husband was genuinely scared.

"Okay, then you're in charge of finding me a man!" I said smoothly, but deep down I already knew that my husband couldn't stand being cuckolded.

My husband and I were still loving and passionate, and we enjoyed life happily every day.

One day, I was about to leave work when the phone rang. It was my husband.

"Honey, the task you assigned me to find you a man has come to fruition. I found you a handsome young man, a college student, 180cm tall, 70kg, and he likes being a submissive. Go online, I'll send you his picture. If you like it, let's have dinner together tonight."

I was stunned. My husband had mentioned it briefly during his last business trip and hadn't said anything since. Two months had passed, and my husband actually...

I numbly opened my email, and a very handsome young man's picture jumped out at me. My heart pounded a few times, but then I hesitated. Could my husband handle it?

"How about we just disappear?" I texted my husband.

He replied quickly, "Looks like you're quite satisfied, honey. We'll wait for you at 'Wangjiang Tower.' Don't worry about me yet, we'll talk about the future after we meet."

I went to the bathroom to fix my makeup and headed to "Wangjiang Tower."

I don't know where the desire came from, but I stepped on the beautiful male body beneath my feet, the whip in my hand striking his back and buttocks repeatedly…

When I first entered the private room at Wangjiang Tower, I was somewhat taken aback, seeing my husband chatting freely with a young man. I simply couldn't reconcile this handsome-looking guy, who blushed slightly and seemed a little shy when he saw me enter, with SM. As

soon as I sat down, the young man stood up and bowed slightly to me: "Hello, I'm Xiao Ji, Ji from Ji Chang."

I smiled inwardly, thinking, "That's an interesting surname." I quickly blended into their atmosphere.

When we were almost finished eating, my husband said, "Honey, I have something to take care of. You two can continue chatting for a while." After saying that, he handed me an envelope, said goodbye to Xiao Ji, and left.

I opened the envelope; inside was a room key to the hotel upstairs. I felt a surge of emotion. My husband was worried that I would feel awkward with him there, since we hadn't done it before, and he had carefully arranged a transition for me to adjust.

After chatting for a while, I said to Xiaoji, "Come with me!" Entering the room, a warm feeling welled up inside me; my husband was so considerate.

It was a large room with a big bed in the center. Pink wallpaper and purple curtains filled the room with an ambiguous and romantic atmosphere. Opposite the bed was a clean and comfortable white leather sofa. The bathroom had a transparent glass partition, and the double bathtub and exquisite sanitary ware exuded comfort…

I sat on the sofa and began to observe the young man before me.

He seemed a little awkward, unsure what to do after closing the door, his eyes occasionally glancing at me with desire.

I got up, poured a glass of water, and adjusted my position, comfortably leaning back on the sofa.

"Take off your clothes, take it slowly," I said, a smug smile playing on my lips—the smugness of enjoying passion.

Xiaoji began to unbutton his shirt and pants, the clothes falling to the floor one by one.

He had a great figure, radiating youthful energy. When he was down to his underwear, he stopped, his hands gripping the fabric, staring intently at me, his crotch already bulging...

I extended my right hand, beckoning him forward with my index finger.

"Kneel!" I commanded authoritatively.

Xiao Ji's legs buckled, and she knelt before me.

I gently slid my fingertips down his forehead, face, neck, and shoulders, my hand landing on his firm chest, grabbing it before moving towards his abdomen...

He let out a soft groan.

I grabbed his already swollen penis and twisted it hard, causing him to cry out. I released my grip, lifted one leg, and placed it on his shoulder, forcing him to glance at my crotch...

Suddenly, I stomped my other foot firmly against his chest, causing him to lose his balance and fall to the ground.

I stood up and placed my foot, clad in a beautiful high heel, on his groin...

Leaning back on the sofa, I crossed my legs, enjoying a foot bath while picking up my phone and dialing my husband's number.

"Honey, how are you?" My husband's concern on the other end of the phone was unmistakable, but his anxiety was also barely concealed.

"Honey, I miss you! Come quick!" I pleaded.

"What did you do? Did you do it?" My husband's anxiety was completely exposed.

"What did we do? Honestly, you find men for her, and you're worried she'll play around? Haha," I teased.

"No, no, I'm just concerned about my wife, worried about her," my husband tried to hide his unease.

"Come on, hurry up!" I hung up the phone, kicked the male slave aside, and got up to take out a whip from my bag.

Xiao Ji had a high tolerance for pain; my whip landed solidly on his back, buttocks, chest, shoulders, and thighs. He just groaned, only letting out a cry or two when the whip tip brushed his genitals and neck, but I could clearly see his excitement. His penis was swollen, and clear fluid kept dripping from his urethra...

Just then, the doorbell rang, and my husband arrived.

My original plan was to let my husband play with me in front of this male slave when he came, to toughen him up and complete my slave-taming plan. I even had a more wicked thought: to let my husband have intimate contact with him. But when my husband entered the room, my heart softened the moment I saw his concerned and uneasy eyes. I rushed over and hugged him tightly, kissing him deeply…

My husband glanced around the room, and when he saw that the sheets hadn't been touched, he visibly relaxed, looking at me with a mischievous look: “Having fun? Hehe.” I ignored him, and hurriedly started to undress him, quickly stripping him naked.

“You help me take my clothes off too!” I scolded him playfully.

My husband glanced at the man lying on the floor, hesitated for a moment, then skillfully helped me undress. We caressed and kissed passionately, as if the male slave wasn't there.

I gently pushed my husband away, grabbed the male slave's hair, pulled his head to the sofa, and climbed over him, my genitals directly facing his face. "Husband, fuck me!" My husband hugged me tightly from behind, his hands gripping my breasts, and thrust in.

I cried out, pleasure coursing through my body; I could clearly feel that my husband was much stronger than usual today…

After we both reached our climax, I looked at Xiao Ji; he had already ejaculated all over himself and was looking at us nervously, his face flushed. I kicked him twice hard, "Who told you to ejaculate?! Get up, put on your clothes, and get out!" "Wife, how did you feel today?" My husband and I hugged each other tightly on the bed, kissing each other as he asked.

I just kissed him back, without answering.

"Why didn't you enjoy that young boy?" my husband continued to murmur.

"I didn't have an appetite for sex with him; I just wanted to have sex with you." I hugged my husband even tighter.

Looking at my sleeping husband's handsome and kind face, I was suddenly enveloped by a deep emptiness. I clearly felt that what I had experienced today was not what I wanted. What did I want? Was it to play with my husband in front of this male slave? No! I answered myself firmly. Then what did I really want? I began to feel confused.

For the next two months, my husband and I lived a peaceful life. It seemed that the word "SM" was gradually fading away from me, and I was simply enjoying my comfortable life every day.
One

evening, my husband was working overtime. After showering, I casually sat down in front of the computer and opened an SM forum that I hadn't visited in a long time, browsing aimlessly. Few articles on the internet could attract me. I believed that whether posting articles or threads on forums, one must first have substance, and the writing style must be decent. Many posts didn't even have paragraphs, which was unbearable.

Suddenly, an article titled "The Inevitable Transformation of Giving and Receiving" caught my eye. The article's portrayal and description of S/M psychology was incredibly insightful. Such an article could not be written without sufficient practical experience. After reading it, the screen in front of me gradually blurred, my mind still immersed in the content about the submissive sexual arousal in the submissive's heart.

I steadied myself and found the author of the article—Dark God.

For some reason, my heart couldn't help but pound a few times, and then, as if possessed, I typed "Dark God" into QQ search... and I found it! It was online! And then,

for some reason, my fingers clicked "add friend"...

The avatar started flashing, and I clicked on it: "What's your name? How old? Height? Weight? Bust, waist, and hip measurements? Tell me these before you talk to me, it has to be true!" I felt a little dizzy, and my lower abdomen tightened. "

My name is Case, 29 years old, 165 cm tall, 50 kg, my measurements are 84, 62, 86..." I, a female submissive who is usually arrogant online, didn't know why today, but obediently answered every question the other party asked, including private things like my age and measurements!

"Hmm! You passed. If you want to be my sub, you'd better think it through. No resistance, no bargaining, and your body and soul must be completely subservient to me. I'll give you three days to think it over and give me an answer. If you feel it's not right, delete me. Remember, give me your answer by this time in three days!" My scalp started to tingle. Looking at the darkened profile picture, I slumped my head onto the table, feeling as if my body was being torn into pieces and scattered into the air...

"Using sex like a normal person will make it your enemy. It will destroy you. You will only dissipate your energy in sex. You must become aware of your desires, not create any resistance, and enter into desire with full awareness. When you enter into desire with full awareness, you transcend it." I lay in bed, unable to fall asleep for a long time, my mind still replaying that article.

"No matter who you are now, you must accept yourself. This is the most basic requirement—complete acceptance. Only through complete acceptance can you grow and then utilize every kind of energy you possess. Sex is not just an act of love. Even if you don't feel pleasure while doing it, you can't live without it. The more you try to leave it, the more attractive it becomes." I'm trying to analyze myself rationally. Am I sexually unsatisfied? No, I'm very satisfied. So what do I want?

"No matter what you are like now, you must accept it completely. You are a great mystery, you possess many layers of energy. Accept it with deep sensitivity, awareness, love, and understanding, moving with each energy. Follow its flow… then every desire can become a tool for transcendence. Then every energy can become a help, and the world is Nirvana, this body is a temple, a sacred temple, or a sacred place. The way to make this sacred place sacred is to elevate your own soul." I admire his writing style, and even more so, the thoughts within it. I felt helplessly drawn into the vortex of his soul… "

Sexual desire is a form of exploitation for the other person; they are merely a tool to be used and discarded. Only SM can unite you two in a profound experience, making you partners in a deep experience, not an exploiter and an exploited. SM will allow you to enter a different world together with love." I felt as if my heart had been hollowed out. Was my need the feeling of that different world?

But why couldn't I enter it with my husband? "Once a woman is dominated by her body, it's difficult for a man to satisfy her, because a woman can have a series of orgasms, especially when she has experienced SM taking orgasm to the highest level, she is completely sublimated. Once a man can't do that, she immediately needs another man, and group sex is a taboo." I had an urge to escape, I was afraid to think any further, I felt like I was being taken to a world I could never face. What should I do? But my strength seemed too weak, and a torrent of thoughts surged down.

"To enjoy SM, you must completely enter into it. Forget yourself, forget your civilization, your religion, your culture, your ideology, forget everything, just enter that state, without reservation, become absolutely thoughtless. Only in this way can the awareness of becoming one with someone occur, and then this feeling of oneness can be separated from the partner and used to become one with the entire universe. At this time, your soul is free." I turned over, buried my face in the blankets, and picked up a pillow to press down on the back of my head. But the thoughts continued to surge...

"Just surrender, and wherever life force leads you, follow it. What is there to fear?

Why be afraid? If you cannot be without fear when you are with your beloved, then where will you be without fear? At my feet! Once you can feel that life force can help it take the right path it needs, it will give you a very fundamental insight into the whole of life, and then you can surrender your whole life to me—the God of Darkness, and I will make your soul love yourself for a lifetime." The sound of the door opening pulled me back to reality

;

my husband was home. I glanced at the clock on the bedside table; it was already 11:30 PM. I quickly straightened my pillow, turned my face inward, and pretended to be asleep. For some reason, I felt a little afraid to face the loving and tender look in my husband's eyes.

After the sound of running water in the bathroom, my husband tiptoed to the bedside, undressed, lay down beside me, leaned over, and gently kissed my cheek before falling asleep. When I heard his soft snoring, I turned over and looked at my husband's familiar, handsome face, a sense of guilt welling up inside me…

The third day arrived quickly, and I felt completely out of sorts all day, as if the world was about to end. I called my husband at noon to tell him I had to work overtime that evening. After work, I ate a quick bite and then sat in front of my computer in the office, staring blankly, my mind racing.

It was 7:25, and I felt inexplicably hot all over, my heart pounding. We had agreed to meet at 7:30 three days ago. My hand unconsciously opened QQ; he was online…

“Have you thought it through?” he quickly messaged.

“No,” I replied emotionally.

“Stop deceiving yourself. Tell me your situation and your basic thoughts now, and I’ll help you decide!” I felt utterly defeated.

“First of all, I won’t be a submissive; I’ve only been a dominant. My husband is my submissive, and we only play games together. I don’t accept being alone…” I kept typing, subconsciously trying to explain my situation clearly, while rationally hoping that he wouldn’t accept it, that he would reject me, so I could escape this torment. I longed for that feeling of relief.

"Haha..." The other person's laughter made me feel both confused and embarrassed.

"I searched for her a thousand times in the crowd, and suddenly, turning around, I found her where the lights were dim. Haha..." I typed a question mark.

"Come back to your true self, I know what you want! I already have over 30 excellent female subs, and I feel that's not enough for my needs. I'm looking for a couple of subs. I've trained two couples, but I didn't like them. It seems like you're the one!" I was defeated again. "

But I'm a dom, and my husband is my sub!" The other person was surprisingly calm: "Hmm, I understand. Our best model is that I am your dom, but at the same time, I am my sub. Your husband is your sub, and even more so, my sub. You actually want your husband to be a cuckolded sub! You should talk to your husband. After you've thought it through in a few days, the three of us can meet!" After saying that, they logged off.

My hand holding the mouse slipped, and the mouse fell to the ground.

I finished tidying up the documents on the table, glanced at my watch, and saw that it was 4:30 in half an hour.

"I should talk to my husband today." I thought to myself as I picked up my phone.

"Honey, it's the weekend, shall we go out for dinner tonight?" "Okay, I'll pick you up in half an hour." My husband always understands me. He knows when I want to leave, what I like to eat, what kind of environment I like... Hehe, I comfortably put my feet on the desk, admiring my sexy, beautiful legs and feet. In high heels, these feet are enough to charm a whole bunch of men. A smug smile appeared on my lips.

At 4:30, I picked up my bag and went downstairs. As soon as I stepped out of the building, my husband's car was parked in front of me. I opened the car door and floated in, then wrapped my arms around my husband's neck and gave him a firm kiss on the cheek.

"How about we go to the Riverside Villa? I've already booked a private room," my husband asked with a smile as he started the car.

I didn't say anything, just took off my high heels, leaned against the car door, put my feet on my husband's shoulders, and occasionally teased his ears and face with my toes. That's why I chose a Cadillac—it's wide and big enough.

"You naughty!" My husband tilted his head and kissed my beautiful feet.

"Honey, this place is just what I wanted! I love you!" We entered a private room. Outside the swaying gauze curtains, the setting sun cast a deep red glow on the river, where a few white sails created a sense of otherworldly beauty.

The elegant European-style tables and chairs inside gave a warm feeling...

Soon, the waiter set out the food and left.

"I'm very satisfied with today's arrangements. What reward would you like, honey?" I looked at my husband with a mischievous smile.

"This is what I should do, no reward needed," my husband said as he served me food.

"No! You must reward me!" I said, getting up and sitting on the sofa by the window, crossing my legs.

My husband quickly came over and knelt in front of me.

"Good job!" I said with a smile, dangling my beautiful high heels in front of his face, secretly pleased with myself for my good training.

I grabbed his hair and tucked his head under my skirt. My husband cooperated by licking and kissing me, and I instantly felt weak all over, enjoying the pleasure.

After a while, I pulled him out and made him sit back down. I said, somewhat seriously,

"Honey, there's something I need to talk to you about." My husband looked a little confused, asking me with a questioning gaze, "What's wrong, honey?" "No," I smiled somewhat awkwardly.

"Honey, I still want to find someone to play with," I said, with a hint of coquettishness.

"Didn't you already do that last time? I felt like you didn't like it," my husband replied casually.

I wanted to say I wanted to change partners, specifically male dominants, but I stopped myself. I was worried that my husband wouldn't be able to handle it or would refuse.

"Honey, I have someone in mind. Shall we go meet them together?" I changed my mind.

"Oh?" My husband was a little surprised. "When did you find him?" "I met him online three days ago. We really clicked while chatting. Let's go meet him together," I said, forcing myself to speak.

"Okay, if you want to meet him, then meet him."

I hugged my husband and kissed him. "So, I'll make plans then?" "Okay, just like my sassy wife." My husband picked up a stick-shaped mushroom and stuffed it into my mouth, even deliberately thrusting it in and out a couple of times.

Watching my husband eat while looking at me contentedly, I felt a warm feeling in my heart. I leaned back on the sofa, took out my iPad from my bag, logged into QQ, and found that the "God of Darkness" was offline. I felt a little disappointed, but then I opened the chat box and left a message: "I've talked to my husband, we can meet in the next couple of days." Then I sent him my phone number.

"Honey, let's go see the river view." Seeing that my husband had finished eating, I stood up, hugged him, and rested my head on his shoulder, whispering.

My husband wrapped his arms around me, gently patted my shoulder, and after paying the bill, we walked onto the river embankment.

The wind was slightly warm, and it felt very comfortable on my face and body. The sunset on the distant horizon had faded, but there was still a trace of red against the black night sky. We strolled slowly along the riverbank…

Suddenly, the phone rang. I took it out and saw it was an unfamiliar number. My husband turned to look at me, a hint of unease on his face.

“Hello!” I answered the phone.

“Good progress! I’m very satisfied! I am the God of Darkness.” The other person’s voice was slightly deep, but full of that masculine magnetism.

My hand trembled slightly. “Hello,” I stammered, momentarily speechless, my heart pounding, a feeling of being gripped and squeezed tightly in my lower abdomen.

“Can we meet tonight? Where are you? I’m in room 999 on the ninth floor of Riverside Villa. If you want to meet, come over.” The phone hung up.

I almost fainted, thinking, thank goodness my husband found the place, otherwise he would have thought I had set some kind of trap!

Sigh!

“Honey, the person who called just now was the one we want to meet. He’s in Riverside Villa, on the ninth floor. Shall we go now?” A shadow of unease crossed my husband’s face, but he quickly regained his composure. "Honey, you decide. If you want to meet now, then meet now. Just to chat, right?" "Just to chat!" I said confidently and frankly.

"No problem then, let's go." My husband took my arm and we walked back.

The Riverside Villas was a large complex, complete with restaurants, teahouses, hotels, and entertainment venues. As I remembered, the ninth floor should have a teahouse. My heart eased a little.

We quickly arrived at room 999, and I asked my husband to knock.

What happened after the door opened was something I never dreamed of, and something my husband would never have imagined. From that moment on, our lives were completely changed…
Part Two.

The door opened, and a man with short hair and a beaming smile appeared before us. He gestured for us to enter and then went inside, sitting down in a chair behind a square table. What impressed me most wasn't his face, but the back of the figure I subconsciously observed. He was about 1.75 meters tall, and his robust physique easily weighed 200 pounds…

After sitting down, this "god of darkness's" eloquence and experience, coupled with my husband's responses, quickly eased my inner unease and awkwardness. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my husband's confidence and arrogance, stemming from his excellence and success.

My husband's 1.85-meter height and athletic build were probably the main reason the host sat down so quickly. I wondered if this male S felt a little uncomfortable.

"You two are a perfect match! My judgment was correct, you must be a rare couple for playmates! Haha," the "Black" (hereinafter referred to as "the God of Darkness") said naturally and cheerfully. I

felt my face burning and didn't reply, but nudged my husband with my elbow. My

husband understood and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you. I wonder how you understand the relationship between the needs of the soul and the needs of the body?" I was secretly pleased but also a little worried. My husband's words were extraordinary, but would they embarrass the other party?

"The needs of the soul and the needs of the body are a pair that have a strong attraction, but are also interfered with by various subjective and objective factors, resulting in a repulsive force. Most people are tormented by this inability to integrate." I was somewhat impressed. What a well-matched pair of opponents! As I observed Black's relaxed and confident demeanor, I had already developed a liking for him.

Then, an exchange and confrontation I had never seen before began. Hei expounded on her views from philosophical, theological, and historical perspectives, while my husband talked about Sartre and Rodin, from classical Chinese thought to Greek philosophy… As I listened, I became so engrossed that I drifted off, as if these two men were warriors fighting for me, exchanging sharp words to win my heart. They seemed to be getting along better and better, chatting for over an hour.

“Can I use the restroom?” My need to use the restroom interrupted their conversation.

“Of course, please,” Hei politely waved her hand.

“Excuse me!” my husband said politely to Hei, then accompanied me to the restroom, grabbed my shoulder, and stared into my eyes, asking, “Honey, this guy isn’t a male slave, is he? I feel like he’s the master. What do you think?” “Honey, I’m sorry, I was attracted by his writing.” I briefly explained the situation, then hugged my husband and nestled against his chest. “Honey, what do you think of him?” “This guy is quite sophisticated; he’s the kind of person we should date,” my husband said sincerely.

“Honey, can you accept this? I want to try.” I felt a little hesitant.

"This..." My husband hesitated, but softened when he saw the desire and pleading look in my eyes.

"Alright, I'll try my best." When we returned to our seats, we were met with Hei's knowing smile.

"Let's discuss this another time. I'll show you around this place that belongs to me." My husband and I were somewhat taken aback. This room was just a rather exquisitely decorated tea room. Unlike ordinary tea rooms, the tables and chairs were very elegant, and the bathroom was also large, with a triangular bathtub. Opposite the square table, against the wall, there was a large white leather sofa, but no coffee table. On the wall opposite the sofa, there was a large LCD TV...

"Please follow me," Hei got up and led us into the bathroom. He pushed a door on the wall next to the bathtub, and it turned out to be a door. You wouldn't have noticed if you didn't know better.

When we went in, my husband and I were stunned and couldn't help but look at each other.

It was a large room with black glass walls. In the opposite corner, there was a large round bed with a mirror mounted on top of it. In another corner was a large sofa chair, but unlike ordinary sofa chairs, it had two footrests resembling horse stirrups. In yet another corner was an iron cage, about 1.5 meters high and wide. On one wall was an X-shaped wooden frame, and adjacent to the X-frame was a cross-shaped wooden beam mounted on the ceiling. Various whips, ropes, handcuffs, and shackles hung on the wall next to the X-frame…

“I bought this entire floor of this building and opened this tea bar. Room 999 is for my own private use, where I enjoy this high-class game with my friends,” Hei described casually…

Returning to our seats, we chatted for a while longer. Suddenly, Hei said to my husband, “Could you and your wife go to the inner room to talk alone?” My husband seemed surprised and speechless for a moment. He glanced at me, and I nodded slightly.

“Okay, please,” my husband said, picking up a magazine from a book and starting to read. I glanced at it; it was a magazine I hadn’t seen before: *The World of Torture and Love*.

I followed Hei through the bathroom into the inner room. The light suddenly dimmed, and the door closed. A sudden panic gripped me, but then I saw Hei already seated in that very tall chair.

"You should know how to meet your master, right?!" I was stunned. I'm a female S, my husband is my M, I know all too well how a M should behave when meeting their master.

But today…

"What are you daydreaming about! Quickly pay your respects to your master!" The voice was authoritative and left no room for disobedience. I glanced at Hei's face; there wasn't a trace of a smile. A spotlight overhead made his face even more stern.

I felt my whole body go weak, my legs wouldn't obey me, and I don't know how I ended up in front of him, kneeling down and bowing my head.

"Hmm, very good! Listen, to avoid making your husband wait too long, you need to hurry and obey orders, do what you're supposed to do, understand?!" His voice was deep and stern.

I nodded. Actually, I was really worried my husband would rush in; he couldn't handle this situation right now.

"Okay, now take off your clothes, down to your underwear!" "I..." I wanted to say we could do it another time, but I stopped myself when I saw his eyes—a look I couldn't resist.

I slowly took off my coat, skirt, and bra...

"Perfect!" I could tell that Black's praise was genuine. I knew my body well; my husband often said I was the epitome of beauty.

Just as I was unconsciously covering my chest with my arms, Black suddenly walked up to me and, with an irresistible force, forced my hands behind my back, placing them in his left hand. He then grabbed my breasts hard with his right hand, and I couldn't help but groan. I felt that this force was futile; my resistance was futile. Just as my mind went blank, he suddenly grabbed the back of my neck and pressed his rough mouth tightly against mine. Instinctively, I tried to scream, but the moment my teeth parted, his black tongue darted in. I could only manage two low "mmm" sounds before I couldn't make a sound anymore...

"Don't make a sound so your husband can hear!" Blackie whispered in my ear as he abruptly pulled away from my mouth.

I was breathing heavily, my body weak, almost unable to stand.

Hei casually took a red rope from the wall and skillfully wrapped it around my body. I was completely limp from the inside out, and could only let him do as he pleased. In less than five minutes, I was wearing a perfectly made-up rope garment. I couldn't help but marvel at his rope skills: my breasts were beautifully bound, there were five pretty diamond knots on my chest and abdomen, and the rope around my crotch was tied with a knot that pressed firmly against my clitoris. My whole body felt tightly bound, but I didn't feel any pain...

Hei sat back down in the chair and ordered me to kneel down and look down at my genitals. I glanced at them and was immediately filled with shame. My underwear was soaked.

"Remember, from now on, you are my slave and will be used by me! Your first task is to put on your clothes, we'll go out, and then you bring your husband in and have your way with him as much as you want. Do you remember the TV on the wall outside? I'll be watching your performance there. But don't worry, I won't record it. Understand?" Hei's voice still left me with no way to refuse.

I dressed, and to my dismay, I couldn't see the rope garment underneath. My steps were weak as I followed Hei out, feeling my whole body burning. With each step, the knot in my underwear caused a trickle of fluid.

My husband saw me come out and immediately stood up. I saw unease and worry in his eyes. I wanted to hug him, but stopped, worried he'd touch the rope garment.

Hei, however, was surprisingly natural, acting as if nothing had happened. He said to my husband, "Your wife just told me she really liked this place. What do you think?" "Hmm, a very professional venue," my husband replied blankly.

"Honey, let's go inside and talk," I said, pulling him inside. My husband probably wanted to ask me what was going on, and obediently followed me inside.

I closed the door and sat down in the chair Hei had been sitting in. "Honey, come here, kneel down!" I felt my voice was much more authoritative than before.

"Wife, tell me what you two were talking about, okay?" my husband asked, looking at me.

"We'll talk about it when we get back. First, kneel down! I'm going to make good use of this professional setting for you." My husband, whom I'd trained before, knelt before me, glancing instinctively at the door and then at me. I nodded, and he began to undress. As I watched him, I tossed my high heels aside and easily placed my feet on the two stirrup-like footrests. They felt great; the footrests had a layer of soft leather lined with sponge, perfect for fitting my heels.

"Crawl over here and lick my feet!" My husband obediently crawled forward a couple of steps and began licking my feet. My husband's foot-licking skills were already quite advanced; whenever my feet ached, his tongue provided immense comfort.

While enjoying his tongue, I began to scan the room, thinking about what to do next. Finally, my gaze settled on the X-shaped shelf.

I gently pushed my husband's face away, grabbed his hair, and pulled him to the shelf. This place was really nice; I didn't have to worry about my husband's knees at all. The floor was covered with a carpet that didn't touch my feet, so walking barefoot was very comfortable for me. After a while, I easily secured my husband to the X-shaped frame and took a broken whip from the wall next to us, letting it fall gently on his muscular body. My whipping technique was quite good; it left red welts on his skin and he felt varying degrees of pain, but no visible wounds.

Suddenly, I noticed a blindfold on the wall, so I took it off and put it on my husband's head, then gave him a hard kiss on the cheek, saying, "Good husband, we've been going on for a while now. I'll go out and say hello to Hei. You wait here for me." Then, I grabbed a handful of his penis, which was fully erect, with a drop of clear fluid about to drip from the glans. I used my index finger to collect the drop of fluid, smeared it into my husband's mouth, then opened the door and went out, closing it behind me as I walked towards Hei.

When I came out of the bathroom, Hei was still watching the LCD TV on the wall. Even as I approached him, his eyes remained glued to the screen showing his husband strapped to an X-frame. I was about to speak when his hand reached for my neck. A sudden force pulled me to my knees at his feet.

"Not bad, just a little too little content." His eyes still glued to the TV, his other hand already unzipping his pants, revealing a huge penis. I felt suffocated. Before I could speak, a force behind my neck forced my mouth to the penis. I simply closed my eyes. The moment I opened my lips, they were filled, and my head was completely immobilized. An overwhelming sense of humiliation welled up inside me, forcing me to accept a taste I disliked but longed to try.

"Your husband is a good slave! I like him even more than you! Haha," as the pressure on the back of my neck disappeared, I found myself sucking on Black's penis. Black's penis was about the same length as my husband's, but much thicker. The feeling of sucking was completely different from doing it with my husband. A sense of shame, a rush of blood, and intense stimulation overwhelmed my mind, especially the thought that my husband was still naked and tied up inside, while I was doing this for another man. This intensified the excitement fueled by guilt and gratitude.

Suddenly, Black stood up, his penis brushing against my nose, eyes, and forehead. He grabbed my long hair and dragged me inside. I was extremely unwilling; I didn't want my husband to be unable to bear it. It all felt like it was happening too fast. But at this moment, I was powerless to resist, and for some reason, I couldn't say a word. I just passively followed him into the inner room.

My husband was very obedient and didn't cry out, but due to the discomfort of being restrained for so long and his inner worries, he began to wriggle. I wanted to hug and kiss my husband, but my hair was grabbed, and I was dragged to the bedside and thrown onto it with great force.

"Take off your clothes!" Blackie shouted, ignoring my husband's cries, and walked over to him while taking off his own shirt, gagging him with a gag. My husband made loud "mmm" sounds. When Blackie reached the bed, he was already shirtless, and his very strong body made my heart pound. Seeing him start to unbutton his pants, I stopped undressing, shaking my head and looking at him with pleading eyes, saying, "No! No."

He paused for a moment, then quickly ripped off my clothes and untied the rope around my waist, pulling it up to fasten my hands and feet, leaving me only able to spread my legs and unable to move my whole body.

"Tell your husband I'm going to play with you!" Black said, inserting his thick right middle finger into my lower body...

An electric shock-like sensation ignited from below my pubic bone, quickly spreading throughout my entire body. Then, my whole body began to tremble, feeling as if I were being swept into an irresistible vortex of pleasure from my heart to my body, as if I were being vaporized. "Husband, save me! Husband, save me!" I didn't even know why I cried out that, or that I had ever cried out like that before; my husband told me later.

The trembling stopped when I felt myself suddenly soaked, and the removal of his finger left me feeling incredibly empty down there. In my dazed state, I suddenly felt a pressure on my chest, making it hard to breathe. When I opened my eyes and saw Black sitting on my chest, I was immediately slapped hard across the face twice. My ears rang, and stars flashed before my eyes. I had never been hit before in my life, but at that moment, I felt no resentment whatsoever.

Hei leaned down and kissed me hard on the cheek, whispering in my ear, "I took care of you today. Next time, I'll do it to you in front of your husband! I'm leaving now; you can clean up the mess." In my blurry vision, the figure of the man who had taken my soul to heaven disappeared through the doorway.

I was too weak to move, so I lay there for a while, then, remembering that my husband was still tied to the wall, I struggled to get up, dressed, and went to him.

My husband's head was blindfolded, leaving only his nose and mouth exposed. I removed the gag; he didn't speak, only instinctively swallowing a few times. I hugged him, feeling his body trembling. I kissed him deeply on the lips and began untying the ropes.

Suddenly, I stopped. My tongue tasted saltiness as I kissed him. My head went blank, and I instantly snapped back to reality. What had happened today! I hadn't told my husband the man we were meeting; we'd agreed it was just a chat. Just now, I was being played with in bed, and while he couldn't see anything, he heard everything…

A chill ran down my spine. My husband loves and pampers me, but could he bear what happened today? If not, could he forgive himself?

The weakness in my body had vanished, but my mind was racing. "What should I do? I can't lose my husband, I can't live without his love!" My hand instinctively reached for his genitals; his soft penis confirmed once again that he couldn't take it anymore.

I calmly stood up, not bothering to untie my husband's hands and feet, but simply removing his blindfold. My husband, with his eyes closed, didn't look at me. I went straight to the wall and grabbed the whip. At that moment, all I could think of was that only the submissiveness I had instilled in my husband could save my marriage and my love.

The whip began to fall, striking my husband's shoulders, chest, and thighs, no longer caring whether it would bruise his skin. My husband started to groan softly, then the force increased, and he began to cry out. I didn't stop, my eyes fixed on his abdomen. When I saw my husband's penis begin to react, I felt a glimmer of hope. The tip of the whip began to sweep across his groin, inner thighs, neck, and even face.

It slowly hardened. I threw down the whip, bent down, and took it into my mouth, beginning to lick its sensitive spots with my tongue. My husband groaned. Suddenly, I felt my mouth swell up, and then a thick liquid gushed out, rushing down my throat…

As I untied my husband's hands and rubbed his joints, I kissed his dry lips with my own semen-scented lips: “Honey, untie your legs, get dressed, and we’re going home. I’ll wait for you outside.” With that, I opened the door to the outer room, plopped down in a chair, poured myself a cup of tea, and slowly sipped it.

One Sunday morning, the warm sunlight streamed into my large, round bed. Having slept soundly, I leaned comfortably against the soft headboard, gazing at my husband's handsome face as he slept. The blankets were mostly pulled back, revealing the whip marks and rope marks on his muscular body from the previous night.

A month had passed since that game in the dark room. This past month had been the most agonizing, painful, and worrying month of my life, but also my most fulfilling.
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That experience completely devastated my husband's emotions and mental state. For the first half of the month, I did nothing but spend all my time with him, taking meticulous care of him. I want to thank our deep love again; it was love that saved my marriage. My husband's love for me slowly recovered over time, and he started joking and teasing me again. Finally, one day, I mustered up the courage to tell my husband that I wanted to play with him. My husband looked at me, smiled, and slowly took off his clothes and knelt down in front of me...

Seeing my husband like this, I suddenly lost all desire to play with him, rushed over, hugged him tightly, and burst into tears.

"Wife, what's wrong?" My husband asked, somewhat flustered.

"Husband, I love you!" I said between sobs, "I'm so afraid of losing you, so afraid that you won't love me anymore..." My husband held me in his arms and wiped my tears with his palm: "Silly wife, how could I not love you? You are my darling, I can't abandon you." "Husband, have you forgiven me?" I looked at my husband with my tear-filled eyes.

"I don't blame you anymore. I know you were just playing around." My husband held my head, pressing his face tightly against mine. "Actually, it's mainly my fault. I spoiled you too much." "But I love it when my husband spoils me!" I said coquettishly. "

My darling, I'll continue to spoil you, hehe." My husband held me in his arms like a child, gently rocking me.

A few days later, we resumed playing SM games. I could tell my husband was truly addicted. Whenever he entered the game, he always enjoyed it and felt relaxed, as if he had entered another world.

After playing a few times, I added verbal humiliation to the whipping, face-sitting, slapping, and stomping, and slowly started mentioning Black. I would often say things like making him watch me have sex with Black, or that I would cuckold him. Later, I even said things like making him serve us during sex. At

the same time, I found many articles about cuckoldry for him to read. I felt that although my husband didn't object or resist, he couldn't accept it at first, and would even drift out of the game's focus. But slowly, he accepted it, and later, the content even stimulated him to have a strong erection.

Little did my husband know, these methods were all taught to me by Hei.

From the day after that meeting, although I didn't meet Hei again, I contacted him online almost every day.

I told him about what had happened since that day, and about my inner pain and worries. After communicating for a while, I discovered that Hei was actually a very kind and thoughtful person. He always listened patiently to me, helped me analyze the situation, and encouraged me. Later, he taught me how to do things. He said that my husband and I were the most loving couple he had ever met, and also the most cultured and tasteful. After hearing what I had to say, he even considered cutting off all contact with me, but he couldn't let go. He believed that the three of us would become best friends.

The most direct consequence of this communication for me was that Hei became the second man to enter my heart. Although he was different from my husband, I knew I couldn't let go. As my relationship with my husband improved, we talked about future games. I suggested that I could do the dominant role (S) with him during games, as it would be more harmonious and easier for my husband to accept. But he insisted that he had to play with me unless I let him play with me alone, and only when the three of us were together could I be his equal. I refused. I couldn't see him alone behind my husband's back; the feeling of betrayal would torment me forever…

I leaned against the headboard, thinking about the past month. Suddenly, my husband moved, and I couldn't help but gently touch the faint marks on his body.

My husband smiled and slowly opened his eyes. I leaned down and kissed his eyes. "Good morning, honey. Wait, I'll get you some water." I brought a glass of mineral water to the bedside. My husband had already sat up. He kissed me, drank the water in one gulp, put the glass on the bedside table, and pulled me down onto the bed, saying, "Let's lie down for a while." I leaned against my husband's strong chest, and he gently stroked my hair. A tranquil happiness enveloped us, as if everything had frozen, frozen in beauty; as if everything had stopped, leaving only warmth.

"Wife, if you want to ask him out, just ask him out," my husband suddenly said.

In an instant, the tranquility seemed to shatter, and the stillness vanished without a trace. Because I hadn't seen my husband's expression when he said that, I nervously looked up at him.

When I saw his relaxed, smiling face, my heart calmed down, but I still asked seriously, "Why did you say that, honey? I can't let you get hurt again!" "Wife, I understand you. You can't forget him," my husband said softly.

I was speechless for a moment, because my husband was right, but how did he know?

My husband stroked my face, looking at me tenderly, and said, "Baby, we've been together for so many years, and you've never acted like that before. That night, even though I didn't see anything, even though I thought he slept with you, you later said no, just with your fingers, but you made that sound with your fingers, which means you experienced a feeling you'd never experienced before." "What sound did I make?" I was stunned.

"You kept shouting, 'Husband, save me! Husband, save me!' That's why I had a mental breakdown that day. It took me two years to win your heart, and he only took ten minutes, with just one finger! Of course, I know it's different." I didn't dare look at my husband anymore and buried my head in his arms.

"I know I can stop you from seeing him, and you'll listen to me, but if I do that, a regret and longing will be buried deep in your heart, forever." I felt every pore on my body open, numb from the soles of my feet to the top of my head. Oh my god, I'm completely transparent in front of my husband!

"I love you, I like to spoil you, and rather than let you have regrets in your heart, I'd rather let you release them." My husband said slowly and calmly.

I mustered my courage and continued to say with my head down, "But, can my husband handle it?" "I just need a process, my wife can help me adapt. You've done a good job this time!" My husband kissed my head hard.

I punched my husband, "Ugh, get up!" Then I broke free from my husband's arm and ran into the bathroom, not daring to look him in the eye again.

In the bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror, my face flushed, my heart pounded, yet an irrepressible joy surged from the depths of my heart…

My online communication with Hei continued daily, almost two months now. This thorough communication brought us closer, giving us a feeling of old friends. Our conversations expanded beyond just SM. My feelings for Hei grew stronger, and this affection extended beyond his thoughts, knowledge, and experience; I also sensed a respect from him. He asked me to meet him twice, but I declined, though it didn't affect our relationship. I did this because, although my husband had suggested we meet, I wasn't sure if he could handle it. I didn't want to hurt him again, so I decided to observe for a while longer.

That day, as I was packing to leave work, my husband called, saying he'd take me to the movies that night. He was going on a business trip the next day for two weeks, and I suddenly felt a void in my heart.

Because of the time constraint, I took a taxi to the cinema, where my husband was already waiting for me at the entrance. My husband bought me popcorn and a drink, then found a seat.

Soon, the movie started, and as usual, I snuggled close to him, eating popcorn as we watched, my arm around my shoulder. I loved this feeling; it was both cozy and romantic. Midway through, I finished my popcorn and slipped my hand between my husband's legs. He whispered "little slut" in my ear and unzipped his pants. I reached in, grabbed his penis, and gave it a good twist; he almost cried out. I couldn't help but laugh. Seeing his mixture of pleasure and pain, I started to play tricks. I deliberately dropped my handbag at my feet and yelled. My husband quickly bent down to pick it up, but I kicked it under the seat, forcing him to get up and squat down to retrieve it. I then grabbed his hair and tucked his head under my skirt. My husband suddenly lost his balance and knelt on the ground. Unable to move his head, he had no choice but to cooperate and kiss my genitals. Even through the stockings, the warm tongue felt incredibly good. I couldn't help but glance around smugly and saw the man on my left had his hand inside his girlfriend's skirt, and she was writhing...

Back home, after tidying up my husband's things, I gave him a good time. Besides constantly telling him how to prepare to serve me and Blackie during sex, how to serve both of us well, and how to be a good cuckold slave, I also dragged him into the bathroom, tied him up, straddled his head, and let him enjoy the sweet spray of my holy water... It

was almost midnight. My husband had been gone for three days, and the emptiness and loneliness were growing deeper. Fortunately, I chatted with Blackie every night, and of course, I also contacted my husband every night. Sometimes I would chat with both of them at the same time, especially when Blackie was discussing how we played games with each other. I would tell my husband at the same time how I wanted Blackie to play with him, but mostly it was Blackie who relayed the message. I felt that Hei's advances were getting stronger and stronger; he asked me to arrange a meeting almost every day, though he remained patient.

I logged off, lay in bed, and replayed our conversations in my mind. My desire reignited. I picked up my phone and found Hei's number, but I held back. I didn't dare tell him my husband was away on a business trip, worried that I wouldn't be able to resist his advances and temptations if he found out. I dialed my husband's number.

"Honey, I miss you!" This "I miss you" conveyed all my longing, emptiness, and desire through my soft, seductive voice.

"Baby, I love you! Are you feeling horny?" My husband knew me well. "Do you have something on your mind?" I was momentarily speechless.

"Wife, just tell me what you want. There's nothing we can't talk about." I felt a deep, loving sincerity in him.

"Thank you, honey! I did think about seeing Hei, but I can't. I would never do it behind your back." "I've thought of something. I love you, honey. If you can't resist, then go ahead. I can handle it!" "No, I don't want you to suffer. I want you to enjoy yourself with me!" "Honey, I need time, I need to adjust. I'll try my best, okay? If you've already decided to go with Hei, then let's begin. I'm willing to endure for your happiness—no, to learn to enjoy it." "Thank you, honey! I love you! I'll think about how to start, and then tell you, okay?" I hung up the phone, took out my vibrator, enjoyed myself, and went to sleep.

I calculated in the office that my husband should be back in two days. I picked up my phone and sent my husband a message: "Honey, I'll be welcoming you home in a special way the day after tomorrow. Whether you like it or not, you have to accept it and cooperate. I believe this is the beginning of a new life for us. From today onwards, I won't contact you anymore. You just need to send me a message after your plane lands. Love you!" I then sent a message to Hei: "Please go online! We need to discuss something!" After that, I logged into QQ.

That evening, Hei and I met in a private room at a restaurant. The incident from two months ago still makes me blush and my heart race whenever I think about it. I was really nervous for half a day before meeting him today. I told him on QQ that we were only going to discuss our plans for two days later, and we arranged to meet at a small restaurant. I didn't dare go to the Riverside Villa. I was worried that I might want to go to that 999 room, and I was also worried that he might force me to go there.

Hei hadn't changed much since the last time we met, except that he had a smile on his face, and he kept smiling. This made me feel much more at ease. After we sat down, he asked me to lift my clothes. Taking advantage of the waiter's absence, I stood up and lifted my clothes up to my chest. Seeing him smile and nod, I quickly put them down and sat back down, my face burning.

During our QQ chat, he insisted that I not wear underwear in person, but rather a mesh corset. I said I didn't have one, but he insisted I had one, so I bought one online. Standing naked in front of the mirror, I felt a sudden surge of heat throughout my body, and I was even wet down there. In the mirror, I saw myself with full breasts and shapely buttocks, my fair skin covered by black mesh, incredibly sexy—a veritable, wanton, and submissive female slave.

"Do you feel your husband is ready?" His dark gaze pierced my heart.

"I…I'm not sure, I'm only sure it's okay to try." I felt uneasy, my lower body wet, and because I wasn't wearing underwear, there was a slightly cool sensation.

"You need to think this through. I don't want the game to affect your relationship as a couple." His dark eyes narrowed slightly. "Actually, I had a feeling I'd never had before when I met you two. I hope we can become friends. Otherwise, I wouldn't be so patient." I believed him. He showed me photos of the female slaves and couples he had trained; they were all in very good condition, more than 20 of them.

"I feel good too, my husband needs time." I slowly relaxed. It felt good that Hei didn't touch me, and amidst the shame caused by my clothes, I felt a little respect. "This is the first time we've played together, can I give him orders?" I asked tentatively, "I'm worried that my husband will have a psychological resistance to obeying you." "Hmm, no problem, I'll do whatever you want during the transition period. But there's one thing you must do, and that is that you kneel down in front of him, perform oral sex, and when I'm going to have sex with you, he has to watch!" Hei's eyes were piercing.

"Hmm," I trembled slightly, the feeling of spiritual ascension from two months ago resurfaced, I really didn't know if I was looking forward to it or afraid. "Can you minimize the scenarios where I'm a slave?" I still mustered up the courage to ask, this was the thing I brought up the most in our conversations, but he had never agreed to.

"Okay." He smiled. "You two are such a loving couple! I know you're worried your husband can't handle it.

Let's eat, and I'll tell you the exact time tomorrow night."

I got out of the black car, and I saw him deliberately stop to note down my apartment number before leaving. I felt an immense sense of relief, though I didn't know why. Was it because he hadn't touched me all night? Was it because I was on good terms with Hei? Or was it because I had finally arranged something important? I glanced at the fading sunset sky and entered the elevator of my building.

This Saturday morning seemed unusual; unlike usual when I could sleep until 9 a.m., I woke up at just 6 a.m.

I stared blankly at the ceiling for a while, then got up to take a shower. Looking at my reflection in the mirror, as beautiful as a lotus in the water, I couldn't help but smile, remembering my husband's words that I was the most beautiful woman in the world and should enjoy myself. I put on some light makeup, made some breakfast, and ate slowly. My husband was supposed to arrive at 3 PM, and I had arranged for Hei to come home at 2 PM. Thinking about this, my heart skipped a beat. I tidied up the house quickly, watched some TV, and dawdled until 11 PM. I went downstairs to a small restaurant next door, ate something, and bought some groceries for dinner. I lay on the bed and started playing games on my iPad.

Suddenly, the phone rang. I picked it up; it was Hei.

"I'll be there in about half an hour. Get ready now." "Yes, I'll get ready right away!" Last night, when I was chatting with Hei, he told me to have all the tools ready before he arrived, and that I should strip naked and kneel at the door to welcome him. I wanted to refuse, but I swallowed the words back.

I quickly took out all the tools I used to play with my husband: rope, whip, handcuffs, gag, blindfold… and neatly arranged them on the table. I only left out the anal plug, genuinely worried about being played with from behind.

Just as I was ready, the doorbell rang. I took off my only nightgown and threw it on the sofa, knelt at the door, and opened it.

Hei swaggered in and went straight to the sofa, sitting down. I slammed the door shut, and just as I was about to get up, I heard Hei's stern voice: "Don't get up!

Crawl over here and change my shoes!" I felt extremely uncomfortable; usually, my husband would crawl over to change my shoes. But I endured it, grabbed a pair of slippers, crawled to Hei's feet, put the slippers aside,

and took his shoes off with both hands. Immediately, a smell hit me. It wasn't just simple foot odor; it wasn't unpleasant, but it wasn't overly offensive either. Just as I was about to put the slippers back on him, he grabbed the back of my neck and lifted me up. Before I could react, his lips were pressed tightly against mine. I shuddered violently, and the slippers fell to the ground.

"Such fragrant lips! You know what? You've kept me waiting for two months!" he said harshly.

"Yes, it's my fault..." I said timidly.

"I'll take care of you. I won't make your husband too uncomfortable today, but you belong to me until he gets back, understand?" He pulled hard, pressing my face against his foot. My mouth and nose were pressed tightly against his socks, the smell shooting straight to my heart. An unprecedented sense of humiliation instantly swept through my body...

He released his hand, but I still kept my face pressed against his foot, not daring to move away. I heard the sound of a belt being unbuckled.

"Lift your head!" Hei said, grabbing my hair and pulling me up. He pressed his already hard penis against my lips, and I carefully stroked it with my mouth and hands. He enjoyed and admired it while taking off his clothes.

"Go get that red rope!" I crawled on my knees and brought it to him with both hands.

"Turn around!" He said, wrapping the rope around my body. In no time, I was wearing a beautiful rope dress. Then, he manipulated me, making me kneel on the sofa with my legs spread apart and my buttocks facing outwards, my head pressed against the cushion. I felt an overwhelming sense of shame. I knew perfectly well that my genitals and anus were completely exposed to him.

"A beautiful pussy! Haha, even butterfly-shaped! I didn't get a good look last time, not bad! Your anus hasn't been opened yet, I love exploring virgins!" He kept pulling and manipulating my genitals with his fingers. I squeezed my eyes shut, my face burning red.

"Ah!" I couldn't help but cry out. I felt that finger enter my body for the second time. Just as I was preparing to receive the intense stimulation and unbearable pleasure I had already experienced, the finger suddenly disappeared. Instantly, I felt an emptiness below, a sudden hunger. Just

as I relaxed, a powerful thrust almost made me lose my balance and fall, but an even stronger, intense, stimulating feeling of fullness started from my lower body and spread throughout my entire body like an electric shock.

"Ah!..." I couldn't help but cry out repeatedly. I knew he had penetrated me. My resistance hadn't even had a chance to work before it was overwhelmed by a flood of powerful physical pleasure. With the increasingly rapid thrusting, I quickly reached my climax...

At that moment, my phone rang a few crisp "ding-dong" sounds. I knew my husband's plane had landed.

When he came upstairs, Hei was watching TV half-heartedly. I was lying at his feet, acting as a footrest for him. His feet were constantly enjoying the warmth and comfort on my chest, abdomen, thighs, and face. I had transitioned from accepting it to enjoying the humiliation and being played with. Hearing the door open, Hei quickly moved his feet away, and I quickly got up and sat down next to him.

Perhaps the scene was too shocking—my beautiful wife, naked, nestled next to a naked, burly man, watching TV together… My husband froze when he came in.

Seeing him like that, I felt an overwhelming sense of guilt and quickly ran over to hug him tightly. My husband didn't hug me back, but simply said, "I'll put the luggage down first, you wait a moment." Then he gently pushed me away and walked towards the study. I followed him closely inside.

As soon as I entered, I hugged him tightly again: "Honey, I'm sorry, I made you feel bad again!" "It's okay, baby, I just felt a little sudden," my husband said with a forced smile.

"What do we do now? Should I let him go?" I panicked a little.

"No, that's not good." My husband gradually calmed down. "Honey, I promised you there wouldn't be a problem. Here's what we'll do: you go out first, talk to him for a while, tell him I wasn't prepared, it was too sudden, and then you figure out a way to get me involved in your game. Since we've started today, we have to keep playing. As for the rest, we'll talk about it later." He gently pushed me out.

I went to Black's side, and to my surprise, he was smiling at me. "Didn't plan it well, did you?" I was a little dizzy. "Don't smile. Tell me, how can I get my husband involved in our game?" "Easy," he said casually. "Go in, strip him naked, put him on a leash, and bring him out.

Oh, and blindfold him." "Will that work?" I looked at him worriedly.

"Go ahead, it'll be fine." He was still smiling. "After you bring him out, he won't be able to speak. You have to order him to kneel down, lick you first, and then lick me." "Okay," I stood up and went into the study.

"What should I do, honey?" My husband sat at his desk, waiting for me, his eyes filled with unease.

"Honey, will you listen to me from now on? Just like when we were playing, until he's gone." You looked at him firmly.

"Okay, I'll get into character." My husband stood up and started taking off his clothes.

After a while, I led my husband to Blackie.

"Kneel down!" I commanded.

My husband obediently knelt down, but because he was blindfolded, his left knee ended up on Blackie's foot.

I grabbed my husband's hair and pulled him between my legs. I couldn't see his expression, but he must have sensed that the sensation was different from before. I wondered if he could even imagine that his wife had just been with this man, and that he was licking the hole that had been penetrated. Thinking of this, as the pleasure from my husband's licking increased, I felt an indescribable joy, a triumphant joy. Was this what I wanted? Unconsciously, I wrapped my arms around Blackie's neck and kissed him.

Gradually, I felt my desire rekindle, so I bent down and took Black's penis into my mouth, but stopped after a few licks. I stood up, grabbed my husband's hair, and pulled him to Black's feet.

"Honey, open your mouth!" I shoved Black's penis into my husband's mouth.

My husband paused at first, then clumsily began to swallow and spit it out. I found it amusing and watched for a while before trying to kiss Black, but then I saw that Black's expression was very strange. I suddenly realized that my husband must have made him very uncomfortable. I almost laughed out loud. At that moment, all my tension, unease, and worry vanished. I pulled my husband back and made him lick my genitals. I bent down and started licking Black. Perhaps the difference between my husband licking him and me licking him was too great, because he actually groaned a few times in pleasure.

Black and I looked at each other, and I pointed to my husband's blindfold. Black nodded. After I removed it from my husband, he didn't open his eyes, but just kept licking me, his face, nose, and even eyes covered in my love juice.

"Honey, open your eyes and look at us!" I said, though my heart ached, I maintained a stern expression.

My husband first stared at my lower body for a moment, then his gaze traveled from my abdomen and chest, finally meeting mine. His eyes then moved to the left, moving down my genitals from my mouth, neck, body, to my feet. When he looked at my chest, his expression changed slightly, because a man's hand was fondling his beautiful wife's breasts, those perfect breasts he called his paradise. Although we only made eye contact for a moment, I felt a little relieved. There was some melancholy in my husband's eyes, but I couldn't see any pain or anger. Touched, I couldn't help but lean down, hug my husband's head, and kiss his forehead.

I grabbed the dog leash dragging on the floor, stood up, and gently tugged at it. "Honey, come on, let's go to the bathroom." My husband and I embraced, and I led him into the bathroom. I felt a little smug; the 20-square-meter bathroom had room for three people, something I had specifically requested when we bought the house. I never expected it to come in so useful.

I straddled my husband's shoulders, wrapping my arms around Black's neck. Black had to bend down, his penis dangling in front of my husband's face. I first lightly kissed Black's lips, then slipped my tongue into his mouth. Our tongues intertwined and explored, sending waves of pleasurable sensations coursing through my body. My breathing quickened, and my lower body felt warm. Suddenly, my husband let out a soft moan. My warm, sweet fluid was flowing down his neck, the back of his head, down his face, chin, and neck. To avoid getting it in his mouth, my husband instinctively raised his head, only to see Black's penis twitch, a gush of fluid shooting straight at his face. My husband made two "uh-uh" sounds and then fell silent, his head, face, and mouth completely soaked…

After showering, Black and I cuddled and went to bed, leaving my husband to wash himself in the bathroom. I thought to myself, the feeling my husband was experiencing was something he hadn't expected. Black and I laughed, caressed, and kissed on the bed, occasionally letting out a moan or two, along with panting sounds. My husband must have been enjoying it immensely in the bathroom.

"Husband, come quick!" I called out in a drawn-out voice.

"Yes, coming, wife!" My husband's reaction pleased me on one hand, and made me proud and glad that my efforts over the past year hadn't been in vain; I had fully activated my husband's submissive nature.

My husband came over and knelt down in front of the bed on his own.

"Come on, kneel down, first lick me wet (actually, I was already overflowing), then suck your master hard, serve us while we make love!" This was the game I wanted to play the most; I don't know why, but I especially wanted to see my husband serve me while I made love with another man. As soon as my husband's face got close to my crotch, I grabbed his head and squeezed him tightly between my legs, then lay down and continued to entwine with Black, skillfully relaxing my legs when my husband reached his limit of suffocation. My husband straightened up, panting heavily, his face completely wet...

I wanted to say, "Okay, serve your master," but seeing Black shaking his head to signal me, I changed my words and said, "Use your mouth to hold your master's penis, then put it inside!" At this moment, Hei had already wrapped his arms around me from behind and kissed my neck, his hard penis erect against my buttocks. My husband obediently crawled over and took it in his mouth, aiming it at the spot that he had previously monopolized and that had brought him ecstasy.

"Ah—" I couldn't help but scream. Black's waist arched, and his thick penis was completely inside my body. Then he began to thrust rapidly. I started to twist my body wildly in response, panting, moaning, and shouting...

"Husband, ah, oh, you... do you see? Your... wife is being fucked! You, you're a cuckold, ahhh... your master's penis is thicker and bigger than yours, I like it, oh, I like being fucked by him... ah... I can't take it anymore, I'm going to come... ah—" My whole body convulsed and froze, but Black didn't stop...

"I can't take it anymore, ah— I can't stand it, husband, I love you, I like playing like this, I like you watching me get fucked, ah—oh, I'm going to come again, ah—I'm coming... no, no, stop, I can't take it anymore, ah—no, ah, I'm going to come again—um, ahhh..." After three consecutive orgasms, my whole body went limp and I could barely move. I even started hallucinating. Black is really strong! I thought to myself, my husband is strong enough, but Hei is even stronger. I've had three orgasms in a row with my husband before, but never this exhilarating. Could it be because he's watching? Heh, I opened my eyes to look at my husband then. He was kneeling there, his head buried in the sheets, his body trembling slightly. I gave Hei a wink, and he went to the bathroom. I crawled over and hugged my husband tightly.

"Honey, are you alright?" I kissed his hair.

"I'm fine, don't worry, wife. I just haven't been able to fully enjoy it today, I can only endure it." My husband's body was still trembling.

"Then tell me, what else do you feel?" I cupped my husband's face and looked directly into his eyes.

"Hmm, a lot, most of it is things I didn't expect. My main feelings are humiliation, shame, and of course, pain..." He just looked at my mouth, not my eyes.

"My darling husband, I know you secretly enjoy humiliation, right? And I know you like to pamper your wife and make her happy, right? I've told you before that I can do whatever I want, as long as I'm happy, and you can do it, right?" I said, kissing his eyes.

"Okay, I understand. I love you, I can do it!" My husband looked up into my eyes, and in them I saw a firm resolve, but even more so, a deep affection, a deep love, and a touch of melancholy.

"Thank you, my husband. None of this will affect our relationship. I will love you even more than before!" I hugged him tightly. "He hasn't ejaculated yet. Why don't you stay here and rest for a while?" My husband gently nodded his head in my arms.

I helped him lie down, kissed his lips, then kissed his penis, and then left the bedroom, gently closing the door, deliberately leaving a crack...

Soon, Hei deftly tied me to the dining table, my legs spread wide and bent, forming a starfish shape. Besides being unable to move, my body became a work of art, almost every inch of skin perfectly adorned with beautiful knots. Although tightly bound, I didn't feel too much discomfort, except for the uncomfortable pressure on my buttocks from the edge of the table, a feeling of both pain and itchiness. I knew his intention in binding me this way. My legs were spread to the maximum extent, my genitals completely exposed, even open. With the continuous secretion of my semen, a cool sensation penetrated from below, a strong craving for something warm to fill it.

Hei admired his masterpiece with satisfaction, circling around before moving to between my legs. Suddenly, he firmly covered my genitals with his large, calloused hand, then began to tremble rapidly. I was first instantly satisfied by an intensely desired warmth, then a continuous, intense pleasure arose from the rapid vibrations, quickly spreading throughout my body…

“Ah—” I instinctively twisted my immobile body, crying out. For over ten minutes, I was pushed to the peak by a single hand. Beyond the physical pleasure, I felt my soul once again conquered by Hei.

I had barely relaxed and caught my breath when I felt myself being violently penetrated, all the way in.

Instantly, I felt myself lose my voice; my mouth was wide open but no sound came out. Then everything went black, countless stars flashed before my eyes… In one go, I reached orgasm, an orgasm I had never experienced before. As soon as my body relaxed, he began thrusting with incredible speed and intensity. I screamed loudly, my cries rising and falling with the rhythm of the thrusts, lasting for nearly 20 minutes. Suddenly, Hei violently pulled out his penis, letting out a few deep growls. I felt a burning sensation in my chest and abdomen; he had ejaculated, a few drops even spraying onto my face. I had only a little strength left, keeping my eyelids open as I looked at this thick, male body.

The gangster untied me, helped me up to sit on the sofa, and handed me a glass of water. He smiled as he dressed. After I was dressed, he came closer, kissed me deeply, and whispered in my ear, "Today's progress is better than I expected. How you handle your husband after I'm gone is crucial. Remember, don't try to win him over with sweet talk; that will only make him relapse. Use your authority, your power, to make him dare not disobey! I hope you can get into full control next time. I'm leaving." He disappeared through the door.

I finished my water and tried to stand up, but I was too weak. So I called out, "Honey, come out, he's gone!" My husband came out, knelt in front of me, and stroked my face, his eyes filled with concern and love.

I saw that his penis was soft and small, like it had just ejaculated, so I pointed and asked him what happened. He blushed slightly, "Hearing your crazy sounds, I couldn't help myself, so..."

A surge of joy welled up inside me. This meant my husband was fully prepared and getting into the zone; I had succeeded!

"Kneel down!" I said sternly, "Who let you ejaculate without my permission?" I grabbed his chin and stared intently into his eyes.

"I...I'm sorry, I was wrong!" My husband stammered, a hint of panic in his voice.

I grabbed the rope I'd used to tie myself up and quickly bound him up. Two slaps to his face turned his cheeks red. "You ejaculated just from our crazy noises?! Now tell me how you felt, or I'll hit you!" "This..." My husband stammered, before another slap landed on his face.

"Yes, I'll tell you, I'll tell you. At first, I couldn't take it anymore, it was so painful, I felt cheated and betrayed, so I couldn't get into the game.

Later, I calmed down and remembered my promise to my wife. I wanted to get through today, so I begged her not to play anymore. After she blindfolded me and led me out..." "Don't ramble on. Tell me how you feel now and what you're thinking about the future!" I interrupted him, putting my legs on his shoulders and hooking the back of his head with my toes.

"Yes, I feel good now. I'm willing to serve my wife and have sex with others, willing to be a cuckold husband." "Haha, my good husband!" I hugged my husband's head and kissed him hard. Suddenly feeling something sticky on my body, I grinned mischievously and said to my husband, "I haven't cleaned myself yet, you lick me clean first."

Outside the window, a full moon peeked out from the thin clouds, its moonlight pouring down like water, bathing my husband and me in a glow through the window. From then
on

, my life entered a new phase. I would often flirt with black people on the phone in front of my husband, and I would also tie him up and make him watch me pose for black people in front of the webcam on the computer. I especially enjoyed severely disciplining my husband after being subjected to online or video training by black people. After a period of adjustment, my husband was able to fully enjoy the cuckoldry I had given him.

It was Friday again. I texted my husband that I was going to see Hei that night and asked him to wait for me at home. Then I turned off my phone, took a taxi, and headed to that "999" place.

I got home at 1 a.m., feeling like my whole body was falling apart; I could barely stand. I rang the doorbell, leaning against the wall.

"Honey, you're finally back! I was so worried, your phone was off..." My husband opened the door and started talking before I even came in. But when he saw my disheveled hair and haggard face through his bloodshot eyes, he stopped talking immediately. He practically carried me into the house, laid me down on the bed in the bedroom, and started undressing me. When he removed my long shirt, he stopped. He realized I was naked from the waist down, without even underwear. Hei tore my pants to shreds and cut my underwear, saying it was for me to feel, and for my husband to feel too.

I spread my legs and said to my husband in a low but firm voice, "Lick it!" I had deliberately arranged to see Black today because it was my safe period, and I let him ejaculate inside me.

My husband skillfully buried his head between my legs, but stopped after only one lick. "Wife, he...you..." "Lick it!" My voice rose eight octaves. My

husband obediently began to lick.

"Make sure you clean me up properly, I'm not showering today," I said in a tired voice.

Enjoying the comfortable pleasure in my lower body, I thought to myself, "Looks like I can arrange a thorough training session." "Honey, it's Friday today, and I have a big event planned for tonight. You need to pick me and Black up at 'Shenbao Mansion' at 7:30. Oh, and make sure you eat well, and also, make sure the car is tidy, we're going to play in the back seat, okay? Hehe, mwah!"

"I called my husband at 3 p.m., then locked the office door, opened the wardrobe, and looked at my beautiful reflection in the mirror behind it. I took off my formal attire piece by piece, finally removing my stockings and underwear. After looking at my naked body in the mirror, I blushed slightly. I opened my handbag, took out a tight-fitting mesh top that I had carefully chosen, and put it on. I turned around a few times in front of the mirror, and my lower body was wet. This mesh top not only showed off my sexy body to the fullest, but the open crotch design made me look incredibly slutty... I then put on my short skirt and blazer, quickly stuffed my bra, underwear, and stockings into my bag, unlocked the office door, and sat back down at my desk to wait for the end of the workday. I could only feel a cool sensation inside my clothes, running from my neck down to my lower body...

"Do you know why I treated you to dinner at 'Shenbao Mansion'?" Hei didn't sit opposite me, but sat next to me. He grabbed my fair neck with one hand and my full left breast with the other, his face almost touching mine as he asked me with a smile.

Ever since that night at 999, I felt like there was no distance between me and Hei, and we even had an indescribable understanding. I turned my face to look into his deep eyes, kissed his thick lips, and said, "Want to give me a little nourishment?" "Haha, this name suits us perfectly! Ginseng is often described as male genitalia, and abalone is female genitalia. Today we're going to combine ginseng and abalone, haha!" Hei grabbed my chest hard.

"Ugh, be gentle! I knew you weren't serious," I said, grabbing his crotch in return.

The environment was elegant, the atmosphere relaxed and romantic, and the feeling was very pleasant. We ate, chatted, and flirted, and time flew by. It was my husband's phone call that snapped me out of my reverie.

"Honey, it's exactly 7:30 now. I'm parked in parking space number 6." "Okay, wait for us there." I hung up and winked at Hei. "Shall we go?" I opened the back door first to let Hei in, then got in and sat behind my husband. I glanced inside the car and was quite satisfied. The passenger seat had been pushed all the way forward, maximizing space for the back seat. The seats and carpets were spotless, and there was a large pack of tissues and disinfectant wipes under the rear windshield, along with a box of condoms…

I hugged my husband's neck from behind and kissed him, saying, "Honey, let's go. Let's take Binjiang Road and go around the outer ring road home." Today, I was going to completely open myself up, letting Hei play with me to his heart's content. But my heart was pounding. My husband driving while I was being played with in the back would feel incredibly humiliating and stimulating. I was sure he would feel the same way, but would he be able to enjoy it? Would it affect driving safety? Judging from how he was preparing the car, he was ready, so it should be fine. As I thought this, my husband started the car and slowly drove out of the parking lot and onto Binjiang Road. I noticed his body was trembling slightly.

"You're so sexy! Haha, you're a real gem, I'm going to enjoy you to the fullest today!" Black had already stripped off my outer clothes, revealing the fishnet top I was wearing. He rubbed my body while tearing open my skirt, shouting without restraint, "Haha, open-crotch stockings, I love them!" Black's hand reached towards my lower body.

"Wait, what's the rush? Today I'm all yours!" I coquettishly stopped him, opening the disinfectant wipes my husband had prepared and carefully wiping his hands. After cleaning every finger and nail, I unzipped his pants and carefully wiped his already rock-hard penis, then kissed the glans, and helped him take off his pants and outer clothes and put them behind him.

"Ah..." Black grabbed my waist while I turned to put down my clothes, kissing my navel hard, while his right middle finger pressed against my clitoris. I used all my strength to turn around, and he started hugging me from behind, kissing and biting my buttocks. I suppressed my excitement and reached out to touch my husband's crotch. When I felt it was hard, I completely relaxed and turned to kiss Hei. Hei completely ignored my husband driving in front, kissing and licking my neck down while simultaneously inserting his fingers into my vagina and skillfully stimulating my G-spot. I immediately let out a soft moan. With my moan, the car swayed slightly; I knew my husband was definitely distracted and tried to concentrate on driving.

"Ah!" Just as I was thinking about my husband, Hei's hand suddenly pulled back, a feeling of emptiness washing over me. But then a strong force pressed me down onto the front armrest from behind, causing me to scream. My forehead pressed against my husband's right hand on the gearshift, my hair falling loose. My husband's hand was trembling. I screamed again—I was forcefully penetrated! The car swayed violently from side to side...

"Hehe, your cunt is still tight... Spread your legs a little wider... Yes, isn't that better? Hehe..." Black said, thrusting harder and harder, my body being rhythmically pushed along, and I couldn't help but moan.

"Ah... um... husband, I... I feel so good..." I tried to consciously say that I felt good, to let my husband know that I was enjoying it, worried that he wouldn't be able to get into character.

Actually, I was still a little nervous, still worried about whether my husband could handle it, otherwise my lower body would have been wet and open long ago, but in reality, it was Black who was forcibly opening it. His penis was thicker and longer than my husband's, which intensified the stimulation when he entered, and even caused a little pain. I could only lift my hips and try to cooperate, so that he could enter at the best angle, but I still couldn't help but cry out "Ahhh," no longer caring about my husband's feelings while he was driving...

Black chuckled lewdly as he thrust violently, his already raging lust and desire to conquer wouldn't allow me any time to adjust. Yes, Black had waited long enough. My tight vagina gripped his penis, giving him immense stimulation and pleasure.

I pressed my lips tightly together, my body contorted to endure the unavoidable impact. Soon, my juices began to flow freely, and Blackie thrust dozens of times in quick succession. He teased my husband, deliberately provoking him, while slightly raising his body to fondle my breasts. I felt again that Blackie's roughness was incredibly pleasurable. Under his frenzied thrusting, I felt a dizzying sense of lightness, gripping the armrest tightly, sticking my buttocks up as high as possible, and immersing myself in an uncontrollable pleasure.

I felt my husband's hands stop trembling, and the car became more stable. My husband was slowly regaining his senses from the initial chaos. I struggled to prop myself up and began to climb onto the back of my husband's seat. Blackie leaned back in response, and I ended up sitting on top of him. My desire drove me to move my body up and down, enjoying the fullness, friction, and stimulation within me.

I felt my entire body completely driven and controlled by the surging lust within me. I was thinking of hugging my husband from behind when suddenly a pair of large hands gripped my breasts tightly, the intense stimulation from above and below making me unable to bear it any longer. A whimper, almost a cry, escaped my throat, followed by moans and screams. I wrapped my arms around my husband's neck, moaning and screaming in his ear, saying intermittently, "Husband, I...love you, do you like...do you like it? I feel...

ah...so...exciting...oh...tell...me, you like it when your...wife is...doed like this..."

My husband's eyes were fixed ahead, his head tilting to rub against my face. "I love you, wife, enjoy it, I like it!" His voice was weak, and I could clearly sense him suppressing something.

I climbed back to the middle of the front seat and saw my husband's right hand gripping the steering wheel, his left hand pressing against his genitals, as if to prevent an explosion. As I endured Black's thrusting, I leaned over and struggled to push away his right hand, unzipped my pants, and reached in to grasp his hard penis. "Oh..." my husband couldn't help but cry out, "Wife, no, I'll cum!" Just then, Black grabbed my shoulders and began to thrust rapidly and violently, causing the entire car to sway from side to side. Black's breathing grew louder and louder, as if he were deliberately exaggerating it for my husband to hear. I knew that at this moment, my husband couldn't avoid the breathtaking movements of Black clearly penetrating his wife's body, especially as Black's loud breathing accompanied my moans, gasps, and cries, which grew louder and louder, almost in sync with Black's breathing. Black's rhythm became faster and faster, his movements more and more powerful, and our breathing became faster and heavier. Suddenly, Black thrust upwards deeply, a gush of hot liquid shooting deep into my body. Then came a series of rapid thrusts, releasing the hot liquid with each stroke. I trembled all over from the scalding heat of the liquid inside me, a wave of pleasure surging from my lower body like a flood. "Ahhh..." I cried out repeatedly, my body convulsing... My husband also let out a huge sigh of relief, his hands, which seemed to be gripping the steering wheel so tightly they were about to crush it, slowly relaxing, as if a weight had been lifted from his heart.

"Honey, don't ejaculate! If you do, I'll kill you! Hehe," I said seriously to my husband after my orgasm, still feeling extremely comfortable.

Actually, when I held my husband's hand and heard him say he would ejaculate, I felt very relieved, because I knew that he had only been a little unaccustomed to it at first, but later he was completely immersed in the game, just like me. My husband was driving, and his wife was being fucked to orgasm in the car; his experience must have been very special.

I turned around and sat on Black's lap, panting. His vigorous thrusting just now gave me a strange excitement, which was of course inseparable from my husband driving in front of me. This was an experience I had never had before.

The car stopped briefly, then continued driving. I glanced out the window; we were already inside the residential complex. Hei hadn't said a word to my husband the entire way, just letting him listen. I felt good; after all, getting my husband to accept a male protagonist's orders took time. Hei covered my genitals with one hand and said clearly, "Clean all this up!"

I knelt down at his feet. My husband moved the passenger seat forward to give me enough space.

I bent down and slowly approached Hei's somewhat shrunken penis. The moment my lips touched his glans, an indescribable sensation washed over me. This was different from my own passionate encounters with Hei alone. My husband was in front, and I was kneeling behind a man, sucking his semen, which was mixed with my own vaginal fluid. I'd never smelled or tasted that mixture before, while my husband had tasted it on my genitals… Hei's glans was still glowing, as if beckoning to my mouth. I opened my mouth and enveloped the upper part of his glans, gently sucking it in…

I knew my husband would definitely look in the rearview mirror; he would clearly see my snow-white body with my back to him, kneeling at Black's feet, my head buried in his genitals, moving up and down. Would seeing this make him uncomfortable? Or would it intensely stimulate his senses? Thinking of this, the lust that had just subsided flared up fiercely again from my lower body… Black

suddenly pulled me up, and at the same time, he lay down, making me sit back on his chest, so that I could give him oral sex while he could easily play with my body with both hands. This position inevitably meant that my genitals were facing his face, which made me feel very ashamed. I didn't resist, obediently sitting up, my naked body completely at Black's mercy. Wherever his hands touched, there was a wave of intense stimulation, a feeling I had never experienced before.

The car stopped, and my husband, without turning around, said, "Wife, we're home!" I spat out the black, now swollen penis from my mouth, tilted my head, and said, "Leave the car keys and go upstairs. Get ready. Think carefully, or you'll get a beating!" "Yes," my husband replied, opened the door, got out, and left, but before he left, he couldn't help but glance at us.

The scene he saw must have made his blood boil: his wife kneeling on a man, giving him a blowjob while being lewdly played with by him, his large, black hands kneading her breasts and genitals, while his wife completely ignored him, eagerly taking the man's penis deep into her mouth and moving it up and down as soon as she finished speaking to him…

After my husband slammed the car door shut, I quickly locked all four doors and nestled against his broad, black chest.

"How were you feeling today?" I asked, somewhat dazed.

"You're something else! You've trained your husband. Haha," Hei said, stroking my face. "Today I'm going to train him myself. Can you handle it?" "Of course, no problem, but..." I looked up at Hei's shining eyes.

"But what?" Hei asked, one hand around my shoulder and the other grabbing my breast.

"Don't be too rough, especially don't hit him too hard. He has limited tolerance. Besides, you're not me. You can't do whatever I want to him. You have to take it slow." A hint of worry showed in my eyes.

"Haha, you're already worried about him before anything's even started?" Hei handed me some clothes and put them on me, while he started dressing himself. "Don't worry! My goal is to train him into a real slave, your slave, and also my slave, haha." About half an hour later, we went upstairs. When I unlocked the door, I couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

My husband was kneeling naked a short distance from the door, head bowed, hands on the ground. A small key lay before him; I recognized it as the key to his chastity belt. The belt was already fastened to his penis, and a green silk scarf was draped around his neck.

Various tools were neatly arranged on the table, the sofa was clean and tidy, the floor spotless, and tea and snacks were already laid out on the coffee table…

Black and I deliberately ignored my husband, walking straight to the sofa and sitting down together.

“Green, come here!” Green was the name Black and I had given my husband, a homonym for the English word “green,” which I often used when playing with him.

My husband crawled to me on his knees. I removed the green silk scarf from his neck and wrapped it around his head, leaving only his nose and mouth exposed. I wrapped it around his neck twice and tied a tight knot at the back. Although the scarf blindfolded my husband, he could see everything through it, but it provided an extra barrier for us to see him, preventing discomfort from eye contact and thus avoiding any disruption to our game.

"Honey, from today onwards, you're officially wearing a green hat, understand?" I couldn't help but smile.

"Kneel down! Take off our shoes!" Hei sternly ordered my husband. My husband crawled to my feet, but as soon as he reached out, I stepped on his hand. "No hands!

" My husband had no choice but to put his mouth over and bite the heel of the shoe, trying not to touch my feet or breathe. I chuckled inwardly at this scene. Usually, my husband is so quick to take off my shoes and lick my feet with his mouth. What's wrong with him today? Hehe, it seems he's been tricked. He doesn't want Hei to take them off, so he's pretending to resist. Haha. Thinking of this, I deliberately twisted my feet, and in the end, my husband had to press his mouth tightly against my feet to take off the shoes.

I couldn't help but laugh out loud. While teasing my husband's genitals with my feet, I hugged Hei and rubbed my breasts against Hei's arm, saying to my husband, "Go take off the master's shoes too!" My husband's face froze in front of Hei's feet. This was indeed a big psychological hurdle for him to overcome. Just as Hei was about to speak, I covered his mouth with my hand. I knew I needed time for my husband to adjust. I regretted letting him put on the chastity belt; now I couldn't observe his arousal. I got up, went to the door, picked up the keys from the floor, and grabbed the dog leash from the table to put around my husband's neck.

"Master, please wait a moment," I kissed Hei and led my husband into the bedroom.

"Lie down on the bed!" I commanded him, quickly stripping off my clothes until I was only wearing a fishnet top. Then I plopped down on his lap and removed the chastity belt. After two crisp slaps, I grabbed my husband's ear, kissed his lips, and whispered, "Honey, you have to behave well. Today he's in charge of the game, so I'll talk very little, understand?" My husband nodded obediently.

"I know you resist taking off his shoes, so I'll let you off this time, but you have to try your best!" My husband nodded vigorously again.

I saw there was a rope by the bed, so I tied my husband's arms outstretched in a "V" shape to the headboard. I felt gratified again about the exquisite and sturdy white steel bed I had chosen; it was so practical!

Back in the living room, I straddled Black's lap and began gently undressing him.

"I've already tied up my husband; he's waiting for us inside." I lightly rubbed my lips against his alluring chest hair.

"You slut! Looks like you're still not properly trained!" Black pressed my head against his crotch as I unzipped his pants and pulled down his underwear. I let out a soft "Mmm" and took his already erect penis deep into my mouth, licking it while my hands continued to pull down his pants, shoes, and socks.

"Ah..." Black lifted me up and placed me on his lap, his penis instantly penetrating my body, and I couldn't help but cry out. As he moved up and down my waist with both hands, my whole body went limp, and pleasure washed over me. I knew Black's intention perfectly well; he wanted my husband to hear, so I cried out loudly too... After a while of thrusting, Black picked me up horizontally and carried me to the bedroom. The moment I was picked up, I grabbed the black underwear.

Hei entered the bedroom, threw me onto the bed with both hands, and I screamed as I fell in front of my husband. When I looked up, although I couldn't see his eyes under the green headscarf, I could see his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, and his penis was already erect, with a drop of pre-ejaculate glistening at the tip.

"Honey, look what this is!" I stood up and waved my hand in front of my husband's eyes. "This is your master's underwear. Do you want to taste it? Haha, open your mouth!" Although my husband was shaking his head desperately, he obediently opened his mouth when he heard my command. I quickly stuffed the black underwear into his mouth amidst his "mmm" sounds, and it was stuffed in very tightly.

At this moment, Black was already on the bed. He grabbed my hair and pressed me down to my husband's crotch. I understood what he meant and obediently opened my mouth, taking my husband's erect penis into my mouth. "Mmm—" I almost bit off my husband's penis. As soon as I took it in my mouth, Black violently penetrated me from behind and began to thrust vigorously...

I felt my whole body steaming! What shame and stimulation this was! The sounds of each thrust from Black, the muffled cries of my own, Black's panting, and my husband's moans blended together...

"Green, did you see that? I'm fucking your wife! You're enjoying it, aren't you? Haha!" Black was already humiliating my husband.

"I'll fuck you, fuck you to death, you slut, let your husband see how I fuck you!" Black increased the intensity again!

I couldn't take it anymore, spitting out my husband's penis and lying on the bed, screaming "Ah—ah—", my head hitting my husband's knees with each thrust...

Suddenly, a flame rose from my lower body and quickly spread throughout my body, pushing me towards the peak. "I'm coming!" I couldn't help but shout, using my body, mind, soul... everything I could muster to welcome this intense tsunami of orgasm. But in an instant, I was thrown into a cold valley, feeling empty below... Black suddenly withdrew and sat at the foot of the bed.

I turned around, still crawling on my knees, panting and looking at Black with a resentful expression. "You..." "What's wrong? What do you want?" Black looked at me with a wicked grin. "You have to beg me to give it to me!" I crawled to Black's legs, looking into his eyes. "Please! Give it to me!" "Give you what?!" Black's eyes turned serious.

"Give me that." I looked at Black's crotch.

"I don't understand," Black began to look at my husband.

By this time, I was burning with desire, feeling myself dripping wet. "Please, Master, fuck me!" "Haha," Black laughed loudly. "You can't beg, he has to beg me," Black pointed at my husband. "Go untie him, make him beg me!" I quickly went over and untied my husband, ripped the panties out of his mouth, and hugged him, who was almost collapsing from the prolonged binding. I said, "Husband, help me, I want it!" "Okay," my husband agreed and knelt down in front of Black, "Please, Master, satisfy my wife!" "How?" Black spread his legs, pulled me to his side, and looked at my husband while fiddling with my genitals.

"Please, please, Master, fuck her!" My husband buried his head in the soft mattress.

"But, I noticed your wife's genitals are a bit dry. How can I fuck her if they're dry?" Black pushed me onto the bed.

"I... okay," my husband crawled between my legs and started licking me. "Ah..." My lust, which had just subsided, suddenly reignited.

In no time, my penis had almost washed my husband's face. He turned to Black and said, "Master, that's enough." I thought Black would come over, but instead, Black continued, "Mine's soft, I can't do it anymore." My husband paused. At that moment, I knew very well that if my husband refused, this game couldn't continue. Driven by reason and my own lust, I grabbed my husband's hair, pulled him between Black's legs, and said to him in a hard voice, "Get hard!" My husband opened his mouth and took Black's slightly limp penis into his mouth, sucking... I felt a little dizzy, not knowing whether it was the dizziness of humiliation, the dizziness of excitement, or the dizziness of stimulation... In a daze, I only heard my husband talking.

"Master, is it okay?" "Yes, it's okay, is mine big?" "Yes... big." "How does it compare to yours?" "Bigger... bigger than mine." Black was extremely humiliating my husband. "What

should I do when I get big?" "You should... you should fuck your wife." My husband kept his head deeply lowered, but his penis was constantly aroused.

"But, I can't find a place for my penis, what should I do?" Black was getting worse.

"I... I..." My husband didn't know what to do for a moment.

"Take my **** in your mouth and send it where it's supposed to go!" Black's tone instantly turned stern.

"This... is!" My husband hesitated for a moment, secretly glancing at me, then climbed between Black's legs, took Black's penis horizontally into his mouth, and gently pushed it forward. Black watched happily, moving forward with my husband. I was a little dumbfounded, watching everything that was happening in front of me blankly, as if I were watching a movie. I only came to my senses when my husband brought Black's penis into my vagina and pressed it against my body, but just as I realized it, Black's body thrust forward, and the penis instantly disappeared inside, my husband's head was almost squeezed out.

"Ah—" I let out a long scream, feeling like I was being evaporated... After I had two orgasms in a row, Black ordered my husband to lie on his back, and I sat on his mouth with my back to him and my lower body facing him. I was just about to enjoy my husband's soft lips and tongue, to soothe my private parts that had just been ravaged, when Black pushed me onto my husband, and my lower body was once again pressed hard against him. A sudden thought struck me. If Hei was penetrating me like this, wouldn't it be like his penis was practically touching my husband's nose, right in front of his eyes, letting him watch him have sex with his wife? Oh my god! I instinctively grabbed my husband's penis with both hands...

"Ah..." I was being penetrated again, but this time it didn't seem as intense as last time. It felt like Hei was intentionally lengthening the distance of entry and exit, pulling the head of his penis out and then back in each time, until it was fully inside, and then pulling it out again... This method caused my vaginal opening and clitoris to be intensely stimulated each time. I groaned loudly with each entry and withdrawal, thinking that Hei must be doing this so that my husband could see. The thought of my husband being pressed down on me, watching the specific scene of penetration, quickly brought me to orgasm...

I leaned against Hei, panting. Hei had his arms around my shoulders, and my husband was cleaning my genitals with his tongue. At that moment, I felt a strange sense of happiness, as if I had left this world and was enjoying a bliss that only heaven could offer.

"Let's take a shower," I said, only then realizing I was sticky from being soaked in sweat and longing for coolness. Hei smiled at me and nudged my husband. I smiled knowingly and tugged at the leash around my husband's neck.

"Okay, honey, let's go to the bathroom. You come with me." I took my husband's hand with one hand and put my arm around Hei's waist with the other as we entered the bathroom.

"Honey, kneel here properly." I patted my husband's head, turned on the shower, and started washing Hei from head to toe. Hei, meanwhile, chatted and laughed as he kept rubbing my body with both hands, sometimes pinching my breasts, sometimes touching my private parts, and sometimes probing my anus with his fingers. I giggled, dodged, and occasionally stole a glance at my husband. My husband, kneeling beside the toilet, looked up at us once and then lowered his head, then looked up again...

"Honey, come here, it's time to wash you." After we finished washing each other, I turned back and called to my husband, who obediently crawled to our feet. After whispering a few words in my ear, I turned my back to my husband, spread my legs, and said to him, "Come on, my cuckolded darling, crawl through your master's legs." I started pulling on the leash. My husband, led by the leash, crawled between my legs. Just as his head was inside, I snapped my legs together, clamping his neck, ripped off the green scarf from my head, wrapped it around my neck, and pulled his hair back. My husband's head snapped back.

"Now take a good look at your master, and his big cock!" I said teasingly, laughing. Black stood right in front of my husband, his still-erect, enormous cock dangling in front of his face. My husband's eyes were momentarily unsettled by the removal of the scarf, a look of confusion mixed with panic.

Suddenly, Hei grabbed his penis and aimed it at my husband's face. I cooperated by grabbing my husband's hair with both hands, immobilizing his head. A flicker of fear crossed my husband's eyes before he quickly closed them, as a jet of water was already hitting his face.

He initially kept his mouth tightly shut, afraid the holy water would enter, but soon reluctantly opened it.

Because the jet of water was strong enough, it quickly shot from his forehead and eyes to his nose, suffocating his nostrils. He could only breathe through his mouth, but then the water jet rushed into his mouth again…

I released my husband; he coughed and gasped for breath. I stomped on his still-erect penis a few times, pressing his head down while his buttocks stuck up high. Hei had already unscrewed the showerhead. After testing the water temperature, I pressed the hose against my husband's anus. Just half a minute later, my husband cried out in pain, his lower abdomen already swollen. I moved the hose away and made him sit on the toilet, then pulled Hei in front of him, making him eat Hei's penis while defecating. I did this three times in a row.

"Honey, wash yourself clean and come to the living room to serve us," I said, pulling Hei to the living room sofa. We drank tea, ate snacks, and chatted while waiting for my husband. Flirting

is a wonderful thing, especially flirting after physical satisfaction; it's very pleasant and comfortable. I love this feeling. Besides the physical and mental pleasure, there's my husband serving me beside me. This can be said to be the ultimate enjoyment for a woman. Women need passion to nourish them, and even more so, they need love to nurture them. When she can fully experience the nourishment of passion in the embrace of love, what can compare to this pure enjoyment? Hei and I caressed each other on the sofa, playing a game of tongue and lip. His French kissing technique was excellent, making me feel dizzy in my intoxicated response. His hands were adept at finding a woman's sensitive spots and erogenous zones. As his fingers gently glided across my arms, buttocks, and thighs, as his nails lightly pressed and traced my back, my body trembled slightly each time, and I gasped, desperately trying to suck and bite his lips and tongue… My husband, Yu Guangzhong, had already approached and knelt at our feet. I didn't stop, deeply kissing his dark lips, exploring the depths of his mouth with my tongue, while simultaneously lifting my foot and placing it near my husband's mouth. He held my delicate foot in his hands, kissing from the instep and toes to the sole and heel, then began to suck on each toe, licking between them and gently biting my heel. A warm, tingling sensation spread from my feet throughout my body, merging with the pleasure of his lips, tongue, and deep kiss, as if I had been drawn into a beautiful dream. I began to moan, involuntarily grasping his hand and placing it between my legs. His nimble fingers quickly aroused me, and desire began to ignite from my lower body. I grabbed my husband's hair and pulled his head between my legs. His well-trained tongue began to lick my genitals, simultaneously licking Black's fingers and using them to fuel my desire. I leaned down and took Black's fully erect penis into my mouth, my tongue trembling against the glans. Black's breathing grew heavier, and an atmosphere of debauchery instantly filled the room… Black grabbed my hair with one hand, lifting my head from between his legs, while his other hand grabbed my husband's hair, pressing his head between his legs. He kissed my wet lips, saying, "Baby, your husband is such a good cuckold, I love him! Haha, you've trained him well!" I groaned twice, only returning his kisses without answering. "I'm going to play with him thoroughly today, do you agree?" Black suddenly grabbed my chin with one hand and slapped my face slightly with the other, staring into my eyes as he asked. A feeling of shame, being played with, and desire welled up inside me. "He's my slave, and your slave too. Do with him as you please," I replied, my eyes glazed over, glancing down at my husband who was earnestly giving me oral sex. "Fine! Don't you dare feel sorry for him! Haha." Black suddenly released me, straightened up against the sofa back, and pulled me onto his lap, pulling my penis away from my husband's mouth. He braced his elbows on my back, pointed at my husband, and said, "Green, kowtow to me three times, then lick my feet!" "This…" My husband looked blankly at Black, then at me, his face flushing red. I didn't say anything, just smiled at my husband, giving him an encouraging look. My husband lowered his head, still not moving. "Smack!" With a crisp sound, I screamed as Black pressed down on my back with one hand and slapped my sexy, round buttocks hard with the other, leaving a bright red handprint on my white left buttock. I struggled a few times but couldn't move. Before I could react, a series of "slap slap slap" sounds rang out, accompanied by my almost tearful screams. My husband's eyes widened, his face turning purplish-red: "You...this..." "What? Feeling sorry for me? If you don't listen, your wife will suffer!" Hei said calmly, looking at my husband, his hands not stopping, alternately slapping my buttocks hard, which had already turned purplish-red. "Ah—it hurts—ahhh—husband—it hurts—ah—" The burning pain spread continuously from my buttocks throughout my body. I screamed almost in agony, tears welling up in my eyes. "Stop! I...I'll do it!" My husband's voice was loud as he shouted to stop, but each word was weaker than the last. He slowly lowered his head, took one of Black's feet in his hands, and pressed his lips to the instep of Black's big foot, beginning to lick it... While Black enjoyed my husband licking his feet, he played with my body, occasionally chatting with me about how good my husband's foot-licking technique was, the size of his penis, and so on. He spoke loudly, clearly deliberately humiliating my husband. Although I felt a little sorry for him, I also thought that through this experience, I would thoroughly train my husband, getting it right the first time. So Black and I continued to chat and laugh about these topics. Seeing that my husband had licked both feet almost enough, Black asked me to bring the rope from the table and made my husband kneel on the ground with his back to us and his hands behind his back. Black went to my husband, and the rope began to dance in his hands. I truly enjoyed a rope art show. Before long, my husband's muscular body seemed to be wearing a rope suit, covered in beautiful diamond-shaped knots. His hands were tied behind his back, his legs were kneeling, and his thighs and ankles were tightly secured. Even more amusingly, a rope tied his neck and penis together, forcing him to keep his head close to the ground while his buttocks were sticking up high… I stood up, circled my husband twice, and giggled, asking, "Honey, how does it feel?" "Oh…so tight! I…I can't move…" my husband replied, tilting his head to look at my feet. Blackie was already observing my husband's anus from behind, and without even looking up, asked me, "Baby, do you want to see?" I was stunned for a moment, then realized what he meant and nodded vigorously at Blackie. Blackie wanted to penetrate my husband. Haha, I'd long wanted to see a man penetrate a man, and even more so, I wanted to see my husband's expression when a man penetrated him. Haha, interesting! I happily walked to Blackie's side and hugged him. 6. I held Black in my arms, gazing at him with seductive eyes. "What a strikingly handsome face," I thought, feeling an overwhelming dependence on this man. Black, in turn, looked at me with unwavering confidence, his eyes filled with desire and a desire to conquer. In those few seconds of eye contact, as if this man could see right through me, I closed my eyes and thrust my tongue into Black's mouth. "Mmm...so good...Master...you...you know how to play with me so well..." Black sucked on my tongue vigorously, and we exchanged our love juices. My husband, bound and uncomfortable, groaned. Only then did I snap out of my passionate kiss with Black, and this annoyed me. I stomped hard on my husband's head and ground it several times. "You lowly dog, how dare you make such a filthy sound and ruin my and your master's enjoyment!"

"Wife...I won't do it again...it's just..."

"Shut up!" I interrupted my husband sharply.

"From now on, you can't call me wife without my permission. You have to call me master."

"Do you know that from now on, you're not only my cuckolded husband, you're also a lowly dog under my feet?"

"I know, wife."

"What did you say? What did you call me? Do you even have the right to call me wife?" I stomped on my husband's head and crushed it heavily.

"Um...ah...master...master, please forgive this lowly dog. I will definitely serve you well from now on and be your best cuckolded husband and lowly dog."

While I was disciplining my husband, my lower body suddenly trembled and went numb. It turned out that because I was stepping on my husband, my lower body was open, and without my notice, Hei had inserted his fingers, which I loved so much, into my wet vagina and rhythmically teased my clitoris.

I glanced back at Black. "Master...you...you're so good at this...I love you so much."

"Little slut, I didn't realize you were so authoritative when you were disciplining your husband. Now you look just like me..."

Black paused, not finishing his sentence. "Master...you're just laughing at me...ah...you're so good at this. Only you can conquer me like this, with your fingers, your penis, with everything on Master's body."

Black's eyes were fixed on me, as if trying to see into my heart, and he gave me a satisfied look.

My husband listened to what I said and made a soft humming sound. In that sound, I sensed that my husband was not only accepting this SM cuckoldry game, but was slowly enjoying it.

"Master, hurry up and use your penis that can conquer everything to fuck my husband. I really want to see Green being conquered by Master's thrusting."

"What, can't wait? Then let me help you thoroughly discipline Green."

"Um...oh...please, masters...I don't want to..."

My husband's sudden words interrupted us. After all, it was difficult for my husband to accept a man of the same sex.

"You filthy dog, you're a complete cuckolded slave. Do you have the right to say no? Do you have the right to disobey your wife's wishes?"

As I pounded my husband's head and said these words, he fell silent and accepted it. I knew from this moment on, I had succeeded. I had completely trained my husband into my cuckolded slave, my filthy dog.

"Green doesn't seem to like it very much, you little slut." Black spoke, using a uniquely forceful tone, as if questioning me, but more like training my husband and me. He knew I wouldn't refuse.

"Master, just do it! I like it so much! Green is my slave, I'm your slave, so train him as much as you want."

"That's not right. Things that don't get the person's consent will never have a good outcome, or else..." I knew Black was teasing me.

"Green, do you know what you should do now?" I said to my husband in an almost furious tone.

"Please, Master, grant my wife's wish, please...please..." My husband uttered these words almost without hesitation. I was so happy, not only because I could see Black fuck my husband, but more importantly, because I knew he had completely submitted to me.

"Please? What are you begging me for? You don't explain what I'm supposed to do." As Black said this, I increased the pressure of my foot on my husband's head.

"Please...please...Master, train me...fuck my asshole...satisfy my wife's demands."

Black grinned lewdly at me, "You've really trained me, haven't you? You two are a perfect match."

I responded to Black with an expression of endless dependence and lust, and my lower body was constantly producing love juice from Black's fingers.

Black's fingers left my vagina, which he had been playing with, and he stepped on my husband's buttocks, raising his huge penis towards me.

I suddenly felt an immense emptiness in my lower body. I knew I had been completely conquered by this man and couldn't live without him. At the same time, my mouth instinctively took this incredibly pleasurable penis into my mouth.

"Sizzle... Ah... I love it... Master's... It's so delicious..." Because my mouth was stuffed full of black ****, I could only utter some indistinct words. I used all the tender flesh in my mouth to envelop this thing that made me feel like I was dying of pleasure, my tongue constantly licking and sucking the head of his penis, slowly feeling black’s penis getting bigger and bigger, going deep into my throat.

"Mmm... So good... Your technique is getting better and better... Ah..." Black held my head and kept fucking my mouth, thrusting deeper and deeper with abandon, and I also deeply enjoyed the feeling of being humiliated by Black in front of my husband.

"Cough... Cough..." While I was passionately giving Black oral sex, Black was too excited and thrust too deep, and I couldn't help but gag and cough a few times, which pulled us both back to reality. At this moment, I vaguely heard my husband’s words.

"Master, please fuck me quickly, train your Green."

When I heard my husband say this, I was extremely gratified and moved, and even had the urge to end this game for a moment. I knew my husband called for Blackie to fuck me because he saw how uncomfortable I felt when Blackie was fucking me. Little did he know it was just a temporary discomfort, because I genuinely love Blackie's penis.

But now I at least know that my husband plays this game because he cares about me and loves me, and he doesn't want me to be uncomfortable with Blackie. Actually, I've always known that my husband and I are deeply involved in this game because of our mutual love, but now that feeling is even stronger. Ultimately, we play this game because of love, shared needs and desires. Now it seems like Blackie is our plaything, our tool.

In the end, desire triumphed over reason, and the thought of ending the game only flashed through my mind like a shooting star.

I spat out Blackie's already engorged penis, looking at him with longing and excitement.

"Alright, then I'll satisfy my good Green, my good cuckold, and of course my little slut."

"Of course, I can't just watch your wife's boundless desires go unfulfilled. Master only has one cock; satisfying Green means neglecting your wife." "

It's alright, Master, I'll bear with it. Hurry up and train Green. I really want to see my wife and I thoroughly trained by Master."

"Here's how it works, Green. I also have a soft spot for you. I can't let your wife just watch and get horny. While I'm fucking you, you'll serve your queen wife by giving her oral sex and licking her anus."

"Okay, thank you for being so thoughtful, Master." My husband raised his ass even higher, and I looked at Black with grateful, seductive eyes.

Black simultaneously reached for my wet anus, then touched his own cock and my husband's anus with his hand covered in my love juice, while telling me to lie down under my husband's mouth and have him give me oral sex.

"Ah...husband...it feels so good...quickly swallow all the love juice that I've released from Master's teasing...ah...lick my...little bean...it's so hard from Master's touch...so horny...husband, you're such a slutty dog...such a cuckold..."

"Mmm...ah..." Just as I was enjoying myself immensely, I heard my husband let out a muffled groan, seemingly in pain. I knew he was being penetrated by Black. I looked up at his face as he performed oral sex on me; his expression was incredibly complex, mostly one of discomfort, but also seemingly mixed with a hint of pleasure, excitement, and humiliation. Gradually, as my husband began to adjust to Black's thrusting, his expression softened considerably. I continued to enjoy his oral sex while talking to him to distract him from his anus.

"Honey, how does it feel to be penetrated and trained by your queen wife's master? Does it feel humiliating? Exciting? And you have to lick your queen wife's anus while she's being penetrated, trained, and humiliated by her master."

"Yes, I love my wife's lowly dog. I'm my queen wife's cuckolded slave for life. I'll serve my wife well for the rest of my life, be a lowly dog at her feet, and obey my wife's every command to serve any male master she brings home."

Black, hearing my conversation with my husband, became even more excited, forcefully thrusting into his anus. This was even more acutely felt when my husband licked my vulva. With each thrust of Black, his face would slam heavily against my vulva as he licked me.

"Husband, you know what? I love Black so much. I'm so attached to him. I feel like I can't live without him for the rest of my life. In the long days to come, I want Black to train me properly, to enjoy my body. I will give him everything I have to serve him. I want Black to completely enjoy everything about my body, including my womb."

As I said this, I looked up at my husband, and his eyes met mine. I could see pleading and denial in his eyes, but at that moment, my gaze became even more determined and excited as I looked into his eyes. My husband's submissive nature had been completely awakened. He knew he couldn't disobey any of my commands, so he could only lower his head silently with a hint of excitement and continue licking my vulva.

"Honey, do you know, last time I went to 999 and got slept with by a shady guy, and then came back and asked you to lick me, I deliberately chose my safe period. But next time won't be like that. Next time, I want my master to completely possess and enjoy me in front of you, without holding back anything, including letting my master enjoy and possess my womb." As I said this, I was truly excited and expectant, and the lewd expression on my face must have been seen by the shady guy.

After saying these words, both the shady guy and my husband looked at me. The shady guy looked at me with a triumphant, arrogant gaze. But my husband's eyes revealed more: unease, a hint of anticipation and excitement, and an unyielding acceptance of his queen wife.

Actually, these were the words the shady guy taught me and my husband to say. He said that this was the only way to awaken the deepest submissive instincts in my husband. The shady guy also said that only by truly enjoying and possessing my womb could he truly conquer and train me successfully. Only when my husband passed this test would my training of him have made a qualitative leap, reaching a higher level.

When all three of us were at our peak of excitement, our hearts bound together by a single desire, we erupted together. Amidst my wanton cries of orgasm and Black's muffled roar of ejaculation, I saw the joy of this game reflected in my husband's eyes.

After our climaxes, we all regained a little of our senses. I was so exhausted from being played with that I lay on the ground, almost too weak to move. Black then went over and untied the ropes binding my husband. I was amazed to see that my husband, who hadn't been tied up very tightly before, was completely untied by Black pulling on just two ends of the rope. I was truly astonished by Black's bondage skills.

After untying my husband, Black picked me up from the ground and carried me into the bathroom. I casually called to my cuckolded husband, who was still lying on the floor, stretching his limbs.

In the bathroom, my husband knelt at my feet, and I sat wearily on his back. Because all three of us were exhausted from this session, Black now gentlemanly washed the sweat and fluids that were dripping from my body and head. I chuckled to myself when I thought of the word "gentleman." This man was so skilled at training and conquering my husband and me, and I was actually thinking of him as a gentleman. It seems I've completely succumbed to and enjoyed this pleasure.

Hei carefully washed my entire body, meticulously caring for every inch of my skin. He would occasionally use his feet to tease my swollen, congested, and everted vulva, which he had penetrated so thoroughly, while his hands would playfully tease my nipples. My husband, on my orders, kept licking my sexy feet.

"Ah...mmm...so good...Master, you're so amazing...I'm going to be played to death by you..." I was enjoying a pleasure that seemed to belong only to heaven.

At the peak of my excitement, I felt the urge to urinate.

"You lowly dog, lie down now, the Queen is going to bestow holy water upon you."

My husband obediently lay down between my legs and covered my vulva with his mouth.

"If you dare to spill a single drop of the Queen's holy water, see how I deal with you." My husband's mouth was tightly held by me, and he could only make intermittent "ooh...ooh..." sounds. At the same time, I took Black's enormous penis into my mouth and cleaned it with my mouth.

In this incredibly pleasurable sensation, I ejaculated profusely, all the urine flowing into my husband's mouth, which he swallowed with immense excitement. Meanwhile, the penis in my mouth also released urine that had been holding back for a long time, and I excitedly swallowed my master's holy water.

The three of us, exhausted, quickly finished washing up and left the bathroom. Our eyes met unintentionally, and a look of satisfaction appeared on our faces.

I told my husband to go back to the room and rest, while I insisted on seeing Black downstairs, but I was too tired and only managed to escort him to the door.

"Today's training was almost perfect. It seems you've really trained your husband well. It's the weekend, so you two should take a good rest for a couple of days. You, as the queen, should make the most of these two days."

"Yes, and you should also take care of yourself. I'm completely ready to be trained and enjoyed by my master."

"Humiliation has no end, and training has no limit. There's only what you can't imagine. You'll have to explore slowly."

Hei kissed me heavily on the lips and went downstairs. As he left, he gave me a note with the website address for custom male chastity belts CB6000 written on it.

After seeing Hei off, I returned to the room and saw that my husband was still awake, looking at me with an incomprehensible gaze.

"Honey, we're both tired. Let's get some rest. We'll have a good talk tomorrow."

My husband pulled up the covers and turned to go to sleep, but the feeling on his face made me feel unusually uncomfortable. I couldn't hold back the words I was going to say tomorrow. I turned around and hugged my husband, looking at his face.

"Honey, I know you really enjoy this game, but you're just afraid of losing me, right?"

"Hmm... I don't care about anything else, I'm just afraid of losing you."

"My dear husband, don't worry, not only will you not lose me, but I'll love you even more outside the game and stay with you for life. Actually, in another sense, the game is our tool, a special tool to satisfy our desires."

My husband didn't say a word after hearing my words, he just held me, closed his eyes, and fell into a sweet sleep. I knew my husband's thoughts were exactly the same as mine; I felt we were now surprisingly in sync.

Looking at my dear husband, I also closed my eyes sweetly, but my mind was still filled with anticipation and imagination for our next moment of pleasure.

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