[Repost] Special Stage

In a shady KTV in the suburbs, about 5 kilometers from my home, there's a special stage. It's only open to the public when a specific person goes there. And it all involves my wife. Here's how.

Two months ago, my wife, Xiaoyuan, and I went strawberry picking in the suburbs. After dinner with friends, we got back quite late, around 1 a.m., and I was worried about being pulled over for drunk driving. Xiaoyuan pointed to a neon sign in the distance, "Honey, there's a KTV over there. Let's go have some fun. The police should be gone by now." I thought it made sense, so we drove there.

Summer is always so hot. Even though it was late at night, it was still very hot. Everywhere you looked, there were bare legs, pleated skirts, denim shorts, mini-skirts, and so on. My wife was wearing a mini-skirt with lace underwear underneath, no safety shorts, a shirt tied at the waist, revealing her belly button and flat stomach, and high-heeled sandals. We found a relatively secluded spot near the stage and sat down. In the noisy environment, everyone quieted down after the male dancer on stage picked up the microphone. Then we heard him say, "You can have fun here without worry. We will respect your personal opinions." He pointed to a beautiful woman next to him who was only wearing underwear. "She said she couldn't take off her underwear when she came on stage." Hearing this, the young woman hurriedly gathered up her skirt and T-shirt scattered on the stage and ran off. "Next, we have a female friend from the audience." After saying that, the stage lights swept across the entire audience, and soon stopped on Xiaoyuan. "Would this beautiful lady like to come up and have some fun?" I often read erotic novels, and under the influence of alcohol, I said to my wife, "Why don't we go up and have some fun? The girl from before seemed fine." "How can you do this? Let your wife expose herself to others." But Xiaoyuan knew that I had a bit of a cuckold's mentality because I would often tell her those kinds of things. "I can go, but you have to keep an eye on him. If he goes too far, you'll have to save me." "Don't worry, I will." But in the end, my wife was even crazier than me, and she couldn't stop having fun. After my wife went on stage, I don't know what she said to the male dancer, but he beckoned a waiter over and told her to prepare something.

The music started, and the man began to guide my wife to dance. I don't know when, but he had already unbuttoned my wife's shirt, revealing her black lace bra to everyone. The people below were whistling and cheering, "Take it off! Take it off!" At this moment, the man untied the bow on my wife's shirt, and with a spin, her entire shirt was off, as smoothly as if it had been rehearsed beforehand. Even through her bra, I could still see her 36E breasts. My wife even gave me a provocative look, which gave me a bad feeling. Then she whispered something in the man's ear. The man's eyes were gleaming. My wife was leaning against his chest, her arms wrapped around his neck, swaying her hips. Then, I saw her hurriedly cover her chest with her hands. The man had somehow unhooked her bra. He whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, since you said you could take your clothes off without showing anything, I definitely won't let you. I'll cover you up." He waved behind him, and a waiter came over with a tray containing two items, though we couldn't tell what they were. My wife turned her back to us, and the man took one of the items from the tray and fiddled with it on her chest for a while. From behind, we could see that my wife checked her bra and saw that she hadn't exposed her nipples, so she was relieved. However, since he had only touched one item, she still had to cover herself with one hand. When she turned around, we realized that this was hardly what they called "not showing anything"—it was just a nipple cover on her nipple, with both hemispheres of her breast exposed. What was the difference between that and being completely exposed? Just as I was wondering whether to call her down, the man, taking advantage of my wife's inattention, yanked down her bra from behind. My wife could only cover her breast with one hand and dared not dance anymore. The man turned her around and used another nipple cover to cover her other breast. Then my wife finally let go of her hand and looked down. "See? No nipple showing." My wife realized that there seemed to be no nipple showing. This time, she turned around and continued to sway her body, but it was obvious that the man was already erect, his briefs bulging. My wife danced by herself, while the man said something to the waitress, telling her to go prepare.

My wife not only danced a close dance with the man, but also placed his hands on her breasts. The man also ruthlessly fondled her 36E breasts, spinning and swinging them around. There was a ribbon on the nipple cover, which danced gracefully with the shaking of her breasts. The audience below was bursting with excitement, spouting all sorts of obscene language. For some reason, these words didn't anger me; instead, they excited me. The man held her breast with one hand and slowly moved the other down her abdomen. When he reached the edge of her underwear, his wife grabbed him, preventing him from moving any further. However, the man instead pulled her hand down her abdomen and into her underwear, stretching it open. From the side, I could see my wife's sparse pubic hair. I couldn't tell if the man was touching her vulva or if she was touching her own. Anyway, my wife's face was flushed, and she had shifted her weight back, leaning completely against him. She grabbed the man's hand with her other hand, as if trying to stop him. The man did stop, but his other hand didn't. He suddenly pulled down his wife's underwear from behind, all the way down to her knees. His wife covered her genitals with both hands, the underwear stuck between her legs, unable to move. Just then, a waiter came over, carrying something, and completely blocked his wife's body. The man squatted there, also using something from a plate to fuss over his wife's genitals. After a while, the waiter left, and his wife was facing away from us. We could only see a thin rope tied around her thighs, the details unclear. Then his wife looked down for a while and realized that she wasn't showing her nipples. The squatting man then pulled down his wife's underwear to her ankles. His wife cooperated by lifting her legs, allowing the man to take off her underwear, and she even kicked it aside. When she turned around, her genitals were a hollowed-out bow, and her labia could be vaguely seen. This is called not showing any nipples. I started to get a little anxious. My wife was rubbing her buttocks against the man's penis, and the man was also playing with her breasts. My wife was still holding his neck with both hands behind her back, but she was tilting her head up and whispering something in his ear. The man looked at me with a surprised expression, and then nodded to her.

My wife stopped, and I thought she'd had enough and was about to leave. But instead, she squatted down with her back to us, and as she did so, she pulled down the man's underwear with both hands, revealing a thick, long penis standing erect in front of her. My wife glanced at me, then opened her mouth and took the glans in, slowly, slowly sucking and swallowing. She was actually giving a blowjob to a stranger in front of so many people. Her squatting position, however, exposed her fourth point. He had promised not to expose the three points, and he hadn't, but my wife had deliberately exposed her fourth. Everyone stared at my wife's slightly darkened anus, shouting, "Fuck her! Fuck her!" The male dancer signaled to the staff to bring over a sofa, and he sat down. Because of the height difference, my wife couldn't squat to give him a blowjob anymore; she had to kneel on the floor. This way, her anus was more clearly visible, and under the light, we could see that her genitals were already wet; she was aroused. His wife gave him oral sex for a few minutes, then stood up, her legs spread at a 60-degree angle. Facing everyone, she slowly untied the ropes binding her thighs and removed the bow. At this moment, her smooth labia and pink vulva excited everyone. If it weren't for the security personnel, many people probably would have rushed up and fucked her directly. His wife slowly parted her labia with both hands, revealing her pink vagina and then her swollen clitoris. A small tuft of hair about 2 centimeters above her clitoris made her look even more alluring. Seeing his wife like this, the previous thought of stopping her was long forgotten. Everyone stared at his wife with wide eyes. His wife seemed to enjoy the gaze of the crowd. With her back to the male dancer, she spread her legs about 120 degrees apart from his, one hand holding his penis, bending over, and slowly sitting down with his penis facing her vulva. She slowly moved up and down, and then the speed increased, with the sound of "slap slap slap... slap slap slap... slap slap slap" ringing out. With her legs wide open, we could clearly see the penis going in and out of her vagina. Each time my wife arched her back, we could see semen flowing down the penis and dripping onto the floor. The man behind her supported her waist with both hands to prevent her from losing her balance. My wife began to rub her breasts with both hands. Sometime during the night, she had removed her nipple covers and tossed them aside. At this point, my wife was practically naked in front of everyone, and a penis was thrusting into her hard. The sounds of the slapping suddenly became less rapid. It turned out that the man was supporting her waist, making her thrust down hard just before the penis slipped out of her vagina. This slowed the slapping, but the sound became louder. Each thrust was accompanied by a loud "Ah!" from my wife. They played like this for a few minutes before the male dancer placed my wife on the sofa. He lifted her legs, supporting them with both hands, and then had his wife hold her own legs with her hands. This way, her anus and vagina could be seen more clearly. Some of the semen flowed down her anus because her buttocks were raised, and some flowed down her clitoris to her lower abdomen. The male dancer masturbated a couple of times, leaned forward, and thrust his penis into her vagina. "Ah!" He first slowly thrust in and out for a while, then began to thrust forcefully and rapidly, his scrotum hitting her anus. The elasticity of the sofa caused their bodies to rise and fall. After a few minutes of thrusting, he pulled his wife up and sat on the sofa. His wife knelt on the sofa, his penis just touching her vaginal opening. She slowly sat down, holding his penis. At this point, whether she was tired or not, she didn't move quickly, just twisting her buttocks. Then she leaned over the man, glanced at me, and whispered something in his ear. The man glanced at me, then grabbed his wife's buttocks and thrust hard for a while before picking up the microphone and saying, "Our beautiful lady wants to invite a male audience member to join us tonight. So who is he? Let's wait and see." He then called over the lighting technician and said something in my direction. When the lights stopped, it wasn't me, but another man next to me. He excitedly ran up, undressing as he went, and by the time he reached his wife, he was completely naked. His penis was slightly shorter than mine, but by most people, it was already quite good. My wife hadn't looked back and didn't realize it wasn't me who had gone up to her. She tried to turn around, but the man wouldn't let go of her waist. She slowly turned, and when she saw it wasn't me, she panicked and tried to get up. Unfortunately, the man grabbed her ankle and lifted her up, forcing her to lean against the male dancer. Without any support, she was powerless. Anyone who's watched porn knows that in this position, due to the angle, there's a slit at the top of the vagina. The man who went up glanced at the male dancer, perhaps indicating he should pull out so he could penetrate. The male dancer looked at him, then at the point of intercourse, indicating he should just insert. The man, probably already erect, didn't care and slowly inserted his large penis into that small slit. My wife had never experienced anything like this before; her brow furrowed, and her expression was one of great pain. After waiting a while, it finally went in. They began to slowly thrust in and out, their movements perfectly synchronized. The wife's brow slowly relaxed, and she looked down at her vagina being fucked by two penises. Judging from her eyes, she seemed quite curious that two penises could fit inside her vagina; perhaps the men who came on stage later hadn't experienced anything so exciting. He ejaculated in less than ten minutes, then sheepishly dressed and left, perhaps afraid of being mocked for his speed. The male dancer had his wife lie face down on the sofa, her buttocks facing the audience. He then launched a fierce attack from behind, "slap slap slap... slap slap slap... slap slap slap," a very rapid rhythm. Ten minutes later, he also ejaculated inside his wife. In total, his wife had probably been fucked for about 30 minutes. She was completely exhausted, and even her position on the sofa remained unchanged, semen slowly flowing from her vagina, with some moans escaping her lips. The male dancer ordered a waiter to carry the sofa, along with his wife, down the stairs, along with her clothes.

Everyone continued drinking, but the discussion revolved around his wife. Some people said, "Do you know which establishment that woman works at? Maybe we should go and have some fun." Others said, "She's probably hired to perform." Soon it was almost 3 AM, and his wife had been carried down the stairs for nearly 40 minutes. Why hadn't she come out yet? I was about to go backstage to check, but seeing the two burly men at the backstage entrance, I hesitated. However, at this moment, a heavily made-up woman appeared on stage. She said to everyone, "That beautiful woman just now wasn't what you were talking about. She's just here to have fun, like you all. As the first customer to dare to do something so daring, the boss said that this stage won't be open to the public anymore. It will only be open when that beautiful woman comes. So, we'll be renovating the shop for the next few months, and you might have to wait a few months before you can come again. From now on, this stage will be our shop's 001, exclusively for that beautiful woman. If anyone here wants their own private stage, they can choose to do what she did." After saying that, she swayed her large buttocks and prepared to leave. However, as she left, many people groped her buttocks. The security guards noticed this, and even the two people at the backstage entrance came to maintain order. I took the opportunity to slip backstage. There was no one backstage, only my wife lying on the sofa. At this moment, my wife's mouth, face, breasts, and thighs were covered in white semen. I immediately shook her awake and asked her what happened. "I don't know either. They kept going to fuck me after I came in. I was so tired, I had no choice but to let them." "Who are they? How many times did they fuck you?" "Ugh, don't ask. Let me rest for a bit. I don't know who they are. Maybe two or three times, maybe five or six times. I'm exhausted, how could I remember that clearly?" After saying that, she lay down to rest. When my wife woke up, it was already 4:30. After helping her wash up, I was about to leave when the staff came in. "Security...security, someone has sneaked into the backstage area!" Several security guards came and were about to deal with me when my wife immediately shouted, "Don't do anything! This is my friend, someone I know!" Only then did they leave. Then the staff member told my wife what the woman had said to everyone outside. My wife seemed quite interested and asked, "So, if I don't come again, this station won't be open indefinitely?" "Yes, if you don't come, we won't open this station. This station belongs to you. We'll only open it for you when you want to come, and who can come in when it's open is entirely up to you." After saying that, they handed my wife a card with only a number on it. "This is a VIP reservation number. If you come and there's anything we need us to prepare in advance, please let us know, and we'll arrange it." To my surprise, my wife actually accepted the card. "Okay, I understand. I'll let you know next time I come."

Hearing my wife say that, I knew there would be a next time. For a while afterward, my wife and I went eight times, about once a week, until it was finally shut down. After that, at my wife's request, all the surveillance cameras were turned off, and we weren't allowed to bring any recording equipment, except for me. Every time I went, I recorded the whole thing. One time, when I had nothing else to do, I played it all back and counted. My wife had been fucked by 30 men besides me, and they all ejaculated in her mouth or vagina at least once. I was planning to have everyone fuck her anus on the ninth time we went, but it got shut down again. So far, I'm the only one who's ever fucked her anus. I definitely need to find a chance to let others fuck my wife's anus too.

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