A husband's emotional journey of sacrificing his wife (reprinted)

My wife's name is Jin Ye. She's 160 cm tall, petite, and weighs less than 100 kg. At 36, she has the allure of a mature woman. We've been together for seven years, and our relationship has always been great. My wife is the type of woman with an outgoing personality. We met at a private company, where many men pursued her.
Perhaps it's because we've been together for so long, but I gradually lost my passion for sex with her. Later, I saw many articles online about wife swapping and wife donation. I was deeply moved by the scenes and feelings described in those articles. I felt incredibly excited and thrilled to have my wife played with by other strangers.
At first, I just fantasized, but as I read more and more, I realized I was truly obsessed and couldn't extricate myself. I lost interest in having sex with my wife. Later, I secretly started chatting with some online friends.
Initially, to be honest, I was quite rational. I just wanted to use the internet to confide my thoughts and vent my desires with strangers who didn't know my identity. I know this is an immoral and unrealistic idea, even betraying my wife, and I feel terrible for her. I've discovered that I don't actually enjoy partner swapping; what I enjoy is letting others play with my wife without me getting anything in return. That's what excites me.
But after my online male chat partners learned of my inclinations, they always tried to guide and stimulate me, making my desires even stronger.
They demanded that I develop the relationship gradually, starting with detailed introductions of my wife, then asking to see her photos, and later, wanting to see her in videos. Each time, I wanted to refuse, to stop, but I couldn't resist the intense psychological temptation, and I repeatedly complied with their demands.
They all said it was to help me achieve the psychological pleasure I craved, but I knew they really just wanted my wife. Yet, I still agreed.
Each time I satisfied their demands without my wife's knowledge, I felt a strong sense of shame and guilt, and I gradually realized that it was this feeling of shame that was the pleasure I was seeking.
After some time, I met a man online, 42 years old, from the same city as me, a manager in a company.
Previously, I deliberately avoided chatting with people from the same city, but this middle-aged man seemed to understand my mentality perfectly, giving me a strong sense of shameful pleasure and stimulation every time.
After communicating for a while, I established a trusting relationship with him and started communicating only with him online.
To reassure me, he told me everything about himself, and we met several times in video chat, later usually communicating via voice.
He said I was someone who enjoyed being cuckolded and masochistic, saying that only when my beloved woman, my wife, was being played with and humiliated by others could I stimulate my inner excitement. I accepted his comments.
He asked me to give him many photos of my wife, and I secretly showed her to him several times in video chat, and I truthfully told him that my wife's name was Jin Ye.
Every time I gave him things related to my wife, I felt extremely excited and uneasy, but I couldn't resist. Later, every time, he would say some vulgar things to me in voice chat, insulting my wife, and tell me not to pretend I didn't like it, saying he knew this was the feeling I wanted.
Sometimes he would tell me directly that he was masturbating while looking at my wife's photos, calling out her name, and demanding that I say shameful things to thank him for insulting my wife. I was completely lost in the moment, actually cooperating with him in insulting my wife. While chatting about these things, I discovered that my penis was unusually hard.
He told me that this was just a game, and that it wouldn't exist afterward, which I accepted.
Later, the content became increasingly outrageous; I was often forced to kneel down and beg him to insult my wife before he would stop chatting. I also followed his instructions, taking many private photos of my wife at home for him to enjoy, and my wife thought it was just me taking them and didn't object.
She loves me very much, and she's very understanding about sex; she's willing to give me pleasure, so she lets me take as many photos as I want. Every time, I felt very sorry for her because she didn't know that I was sending the photos to other men to enjoy.
After a period of this online wife-sharing, I got used to this half-real, half-fake game. During this time, I also gained a lot of pleasure and excitement, and sometimes when having sex with my wife, I would unconsciously fantasize about her being played with by other men.
One day, he suddenly asked me to bring my wife to meet him, so we could all get to know each other. At first, I felt this was inappropriate, but he explained that it would be a casual dinner gathering with only four people, and he would bring his wife too, a way for everyone to make friends. I agreed.
It was a Saturday evening. I told my wife I was going out to dinner with a friend. She asked who it was, and I explained it was a friend I had just met, someone I had arranged to meet. My wife didn't suspect anything and started putting on makeup to prepare for the dinner.
She did her makeup very carefully; she was already beautiful and had a great presence, but with makeup, she looked even more stunning. Then she changed into a white pantsuit, which I had bought for her birthday. The fabric was excellent, the skirt was form-fitting, and it accentuated her figure. Looking at my wife dressed so beautifully, for some reason, the thought that I was taking her to meet a man who liked to molest her made me feel incredibly excited.
When we arrived at the restaurant, I found him and his wife already waiting for us. After some pleasantries, the food was served, and we started eating. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary; it was just like having a meal with friends.
During the meal, he kept praising me for being lucky to have such a beautiful wife. He repeatedly asked about the lingerie she was wearing, saying she was even more beautiful in person than in photos, and that he really wanted to have sex with her.
After dinner, back home, I felt a subtle change in my mindset, though I couldn't quite put my finger on it. We continued to keep in touch online.
One weekend evening, we talked for a long time. He asked if I really wanted to try it. I said I did, but I couldn't bring myself to ask my wife. He understood, but said he had a way to make it happen, depending on whether I was truly willing to give him my wife.
I asked him to tell me his idea, and if it was feasible, I said I was willing to cooperate.
He told me to first tell my wife about the many sexual encounters and threesomes that exist, to give her a basic understanding. Then, he wanted me to ask her if she would be willing to swap partners during sex. If she accidentally agreed even once, we could try it.
Actually, he told me it wasn't about swapping partners; he was just manipulating my wife, but he wanted me to tell her it was swapping so she would be more accepting.
After listening to him, I said I could try it as he suggested. So I told my wife that I had seen many couples online engaging in swapping, and I described what it felt like.
My wife was very surprised and asked if I was open to it. I said I found it very exciting, and my wife understood that I liked it, so she didn't say anything, probably thinking I was just saying it casually.
For the next few nights, I talked to my wife about this topic before bed. My wife is a very good person and is quite open and understanding about sex, but only with me. Later, I kept pressing her about her attitude towards sex swapping, and she said she didn't object to others doing it, but she herself couldn't accept it, and she didn't want me to have sex with other women.
After discussing it with my wife for a few days, I told him about her thoughts. He asked me to show her some erotic novels and then bring up my idea at a suitable opportunity. So I downloaded a few particularly stimulating ones from the internet and deliberately invited my wife over to see how others did it.
I let her read a few, and I noticed she was quite engrossed, reading all the ones I had downloaded.
That evening, I asked her what she thought. She said it felt a bit perverted and she couldn't accept it.
About a week passed like this. One night, after making love with my wife, we were embracing, and I thought this might be a good opportunity, so I told her that I really enjoyed partner swapping, finding it exciting and a way to increase passion between us.
My wife was very surprised and then fell silent, looking very unhappy. I knew that what I said would definitely hurt her feelings, but the words were already out.
I said sorry, and then we didn't talk anymore, turned off the lights, and went to sleep.
That night, I felt I shouldn't have said it; I knew I had hurt her, and I regretted it.
The next day, my wife didn't speak to me, and we both became silent for several days.
By Friday, we still hadn't said much, as usual. I felt quite depressed and went to bed at 10 pm.
My wife went to bed soon after, and we turned off the lights, still without speaking much.
Suddenly, my wife asked me, "Honey, don't you love me anymore?"
"Honey, how could I not love you? I'll always love you, believe me!"
My wife suddenly hugged me, her face full of tenderness. "I've noticed you haven't spoken to me these past few days. I know you're upset because of what you said to me, and I feel terrible too. I don't want you to be upset because of me. Do you really like this exchange?" I heard my wife say gently.
I said, "Yes, I really like that feeling, but you can't accept it. Let's forget about it."
"Do you know why I've felt so bad these past few days? It's not because of what you said, but because I feel like you like swapping because you don't love me anymore!"
"Wife, I will always love you. Liking this isn't because I don't love you, you know?"
"If you love me, why would you make it difficult for me to have sex with other men?"
"Wife, I really love you, just like before, nothing has changed. But I do feel that after a while, the passion isn't what it used to be. You've read those articles online; I find them very exciting. I just want to rekindle that old impulse and passion. To be honest, if you really have sex with other men, it will break my heart, but at the same time, I'll feel inexplicably excited, like it can rekindle my passion. That's what I'm thinking, which is why I brought it up with you that day. I hope you don't misunderstand me."
After that, we were silent again, but my wife still hugged me.
"Honey, I don't blame you anymore. I understand."
"Really, you don't blame me anymore?"
"Yes, I don't blame you. As long as you truly love me, that's enough. If you really want to, I can agree. I'm only doing this because I love you."
My heart trembled. My wife actually agreed!
The next day, I told him that my wife had agreed to ******'s plan.
He was very excited when he heard this, and immediately started masturbating while looking at my wife's photos online.
He told me to make it happen as soon as possible, and told my wife that he was the one she was exchanging partners with, and that he was available anytime.
About two weeks later, one evening I asked my wife, "If I find a suitable partner, are you really willing?"
"As long as you love me, I'll accept anything you ask. But I don't really like this; it's just to find a feeling you enjoy." My wife seemed to realize I had found someone and asked, "Honey, have you really found someone?"
"Yes, I have."
"Then do you like doing it with his wife?"
Actually, I didn't swap wives at all; I just wanted my wife to feel more balanced, so I said, "Yes, although his wife is older than us, she makes me feel aroused. He's agreed to swap with me, and now I want to ask if you're willing?"
"I already promised you last time; as long as you like it, that's fine. I'm only doing this because I love you."
Seeing that my wife really agreed, I quickly said, "Then I'll arrange to meet them this Saturday, okay?"
"Okay, whatever you say."
I felt very complicated at that moment, both excited that my wife had agreed and pained that she would soon be possessed by another man; it was quite a complex feeling.
That night, I went online and told him that Saturday was okay.
I asked him where would be best, and he said at my house. At first, I felt this was wrong. How could I let my wife be taken by another man in our own home? But he insisted, saying that only in a familiar environment could my wife feel more relaxed and accept it.
I thought that made sense, so I agreed.
That night, I couldn't sleep at all. How could I let a strange man into my room and take my wife? It was terrifying! But I didn't refuse. What was wrong with me?
Saturday came quickly, and we arranged for him to come to my house at six o'clock in the afternoon for dinner, and then we would start.
My wife asked me why he came alone. I understood what she meant; my wife thought we were exchanging partners, and why wasn't his wife coming? I quickly explained, "He's coming to my house on Saturday, and I'm going to his house on Sunday." That stopped my wife from saying anything more.
My wife wore a floral tight-fitting capri pants and a short-sleeved T-shirt and started cooking.
I really felt despicable, making my wife cook for someone else and then expecting her to sleep with him.
He arrived right on time; the doorbell rang around six o'clock in the afternoon.
My heart trembled when I heard the doorbell this time, because I knew the man I opened the door to would be there to have sex with my wife.
My wife was in the kitchen at the time. I went in and told her, "He's here."
My wife glanced at me but didn't say anything. I saw her expression was very complicated; I wondered what she was feeling.
After greeting my wife, I answered the doorbell and confirmed it was him. I then pressed the button for the downstairs apartment door.
I live on the 11th floor. Soon, this middle-aged man, both familiar and strange to me, appeared at my door. I didn't close the door, only the outer steel security door. He came to the door and waved inside. I saw him and went to open the iron gate. I felt as if he had breached my last thread of defense.
He came in and exchanged pleasantries with me for a while, then asked where my wife was. I said she was cooking in the kitchen. He smiled with satisfaction and said, "Your wife is so virtuous! You're so lucky!"
Looking at the expression on his face, I felt my heart tremble. Yes, such a virtuous and beautiful wife, and I was willing to let another man possess her!
He seemed quite natural, as if he were very experienced. After sitting for a while, he got up and said he needed to go to the kitchen to greet my wife. He then opened the kitchen door and said to my wife, "Hello, are you cooking? Do you need any help?"
I didn't hear how my wife answered; I only saw him politely nod, then close the door and leave, before sitting down again to chat with me. Actually, I was completely distracted at the time, feeling very confused and nervous.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, he got to the point, just like when we chatted online before, except this time it was face-to-face and in my home. He had a good grasp of my psychology; he knew very well that I was seeking a sense of humiliation and shame.
He asked me, "After dinner, your wife and I can do it in your usual bedroom, is that alright?"
"Yes, that's fine."
He probably felt that this ordinary conversation wasn't enough, so he asked me, "Can we talk in another room? So that your wife won't disturb us here."
I agreed and led him to another bedroom, locking the door from the inside.
After I went in, he sat down first, and then said coldly to me, "Now I want you to kneel in front of me and talk to me."
I was suddenly stunned and didn't say anything for a long time.
"Hurry up, if you want me to fuck your wife, kneel down and beg me." For some reason, I immediately knelt down.
"Please fuck my wife!"
He smiled with satisfaction: "I knew you liked this feeling of humiliation. Tell me, right?"
"Yes, you're right!"
"When I'm with your wife later, would you like to watch or stay away?"
"I want to watch you and my wife, is that okay?"
He smiled again and said, "Actually, I also like you watching me fuck your wife, but not today, because it's the first time and I'm afraid your wife will be uncomfortable and reserved if you're there. After I fuck your wife and train her, then you can watch me and your wife.
" "Okay."
"After I go into the bedroom with your wife, I'll lock the door from the inside. You can listen to her moans from the living room!"
"Okay."
"Okay, so when I'm fucking your wife later, would you like me to be gentle or rough with her?"
"Either is fine, anything that makes my wife feel good is fine. She prefers being raped."
"With you saying that, I'm relieved. I definitely won't hold back. I'll make your wife completely submit to me. I guarantee I'll fuck her until she's completely obedient, until she falls in love with my cunt. Aren't you grateful for the pleasure I've given you?"
"Yes, thank you!"
"If I let you fuck your wife a few more times, one day she'll willingly become my sex slave, my tool for gratification. Are you willing to do that?"
"I am."
At this point, my wife called from the living room that dinner was ready, so we ended the conversation and went out.
The food was already laid out on the living room table. He praised my wife lavishly, but my wife didn't smile. She was clearly feeling very complicated and embarrassed, because she knew this man wasn't an ordinary guest.
The three of us didn't say much during dinner, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward. He, on the other hand, seemed very relaxed, constantly trying to find topics to talk about.
Not long after, we finished eating. As usual, I helped my wife clear the table, but today there was another person, who also politely helped.
After everything was over, he whispered to me, "I'm getting impatient to fuck your wife right now. She's really beautiful. Tell her to take a shower first!"
I nodded in agreement, and then I whispered to my wife, "Honey, it's getting late. Why don't you go take a shower?"
I saw my wife gently bite her lip, hesitant and conflicted, but she didn't say anything. She got up and went to the bedroom to get her clothes to prepare for the shower.
After my wife went into the bathroom, he asked me, "Where does your wife put her clothes after she takes a shower?"
Hearing this, I felt a surge of panic. He really knew how to play with women; he didn't even spare my wife's underwear. I told him that my wife usually puts her clothes in the automatic washing machine in the bathroom and washes them later. I didn't know if it would be the same today. After I
finished speaking, I saw him get up and quietly walk to the bathroom door. Right in front of me, he pressed his ear against the door to eavesdrop on the sounds of my wife showering. After listening for a while, he actually lay down on the floor and peeked through the gap between the door and the floor.
I remained silent and patient throughout what was happening.
After a while, he came over and said, "Take me to see your wife's wardrobe now. A woman with such good taste as your wife must have very tasteful underwear."
I felt that at this point, I might agree to any request he made. I was already willing to give him my wife, so what else did I care about? So I led him into the bedroom and opened the closet where my wife kept her underwear.
He seemed particularly excited when he saw my wife's clothes, saying, "Your wife is indeed a woman with great taste. Her underwear is very high-class. I like it." As he spoke, he picked out a pair of sexy lingerie with black lace trim that I had specially bought for my wife on Valentine's Day, and sniffed it intensely in front of me. Then, he actually took out his penis and used it to masturbate my wife's lace underwear.
After a few strokes, he suddenly demanded that I kneel down in front of him and use my wife's underwear to masturbate his penis, while he freed his hand to pick up a pair of my wife's red underwear and licked it with his tongue.
I remained silent, neither refusing nor rejecting any of his demands. This 42-year-old man before me instilled in me an unprecedented sense of shame, yet I felt a strange, intense excitement.
I glanced at his penis; it was incredibly large, perhaps twice the size of mine. I was genuinely worried my wife wouldn't be able to handle it. His pubic hair was very thick, and he was somewhat overweight, probably due to a comfortable lifestyle, with a protruding belly.
However, he quickly asked to finish, as he didn't want my wife to see this scene yet, fearing it would overwhelm her.
I stood up, put away my wife's underwear, closed the closet, and sat with him in the living room watching TV, waiting for my wife to finish her shower.
After about ten more minutes, my wife finally finished and came out. She had changed into a pink spaghetti-strap nightgown, her hair still wet, exuding a captivating fragrance. I was completely mesmerized. I suddenly realized how beautiful my wife was, and how alluring she looked, perhaps without even realizing it herself!
As my wife passed through the living room, she gave me a deep look, and through that look, I could see that she truly loved me. She must be feeling incredibly conflicted right now. Today, with my knowledge and permission, she's going to have sex with a 42-year-old stranger, not of her own volition, right in her own home, in her own bedroom.
My wife didn't linger in the living room or say anything; she silently went into the bedroom, but she didn't close the door.
Then he asked to take a shower too. I got him a new towel, and before he went into the bathroom, he said to me, "I'll be done quickly. Tell your wife to put on some makeup. I like how women look when they're made up; it makes them look classy and sophisticated."
He quickly went into the bathroom to shower. I guessed he was probably rummaging through my wife's underwear right now.
While he was gone, I went into the bedroom and saw my wife sitting silently in front of the vanity, staring blankly at the mirror. I gently placed my hands on her shoulders and softly said, "Honey, I'm sorry, I really like this unusual feeling, but if you really can't accept it, please tell me now, okay? It's not too late to back out."
My wife was silent for a moment and then said, "Do you want me to back out? That's it, you don't need to say anything more."
Hearing my wife say that, I felt a deep, piercing pain in my heart. To be honest, my heart was pounding.
After a while, I told my wife, "Honey, go put on some makeup. I want to see you with makeup on. I want you to always be beautiful."
My wife didn't say anything, but I saw her pick up foundation and start applying makeup… I took out the condoms I had prepared beforehand from the drawer. These were Japanese imported condoms I had specially bought online. I opened the condom packaging, took out two, and placed them on the bedside table. I watched my wife put on makeup for a while, then turned and left the bedroom, closing the door behind me. I felt like that bedroom no longer belonged to me. Just
as I sat down in the living room, he came out, having finished showering. He was wearing a white bathrobe I kept in the bathroom.
I told him to wait a moment, that my wife was putting on makeup.
He retorted, "Did your wife say I couldn't watch her put on makeup?"
I said, "No, but..."
"Don't say 'but,' I like watching women put on makeup," he said, completely disregarding my opinion. He pushed open the door and went into the bedroom, not closing it, probably hoping I could see it.
I sat on the living room sofa facing the bedroom. He walked behind my wife and watched for a while, but she didn't react.
He said, "Excuse me, I'm sorry to bother you. I really enjoy watching women put on makeup. I think you're beautiful, and you'll be even more beautiful with makeup. Can I call you Xiaoye too?"
My wife still didn't speak, so he didn't say anything more, just stood there quietly watching her put on makeup.
It felt like ages had passed before my wife finally finished her makeup. She then picked up the hairdryer and started drying her hair.
At that moment, he walked over to my wife and said, "Xiao Ye, can I dry your hair for you?"
I thought to myself, this man certainly has a lot of experience with women! My heart was pounding in my chest as I nervously watched my wife's response.
My wife remained silent, but the man had already reached for the hairdryer. As their hands touched, my wife released her grip, and he took the hairdryer and began drying her hair.
My wife's hair is beautiful, long, black hair that falls just below her shoulders. He held the hairdryer in his right hand and stroked my wife's long hair with his left, carefully drying it. My wife still didn't move, just sat there, letting him manipulate her beautiful hair.
After about ten minutes, probably when my wife's hair was dry, he turned off the hairdryer and placed it on the table. Then he placed his hands on my wife's shoulders and gently kissed her freshly dried hair, saying tenderly, "Xiao Ye, you're so beautiful. I was captivated the first time I saw you. It's the greatest honor of my life to have the chance to be with you." He then embraced my wife, kissing her neck and shoulders incessantly.
I couldn't see my wife's expression at that moment, but she didn't resist or avoid it at all. I think she was determined to endure what was about to happen.
While I was still in a daze, he suddenly picked my wife up and turned to face me. I felt a sudden pang of heartbreak.
This was the first time I had seen my wife wearing a sexy nightgown, being carried by another man, and I knew what was about to happen.
My wife's face was turned outwards, and I could see her face, but her eyes were tightly closed. He held my wife like that, looking at me, and walked towards the bedroom door. I was stunned, even finding it hard to breathe.
When he reached the bedroom door with my wife in his arms, he gave me a strange smile and then slammed the door shut with his foot. Then I heard a "click," and the bedroom door was locked from the inside; I was locked out.
At that moment, I felt incredibly conflicted—a mix of excitement, heartache, regret, shame, and exhilaration… In short, I knew this was the feeling I'd been craving.
After the door closed, to be honest, the thrill of the stimulation far outweighed the heartache of seeing my wife being violated.
I suddenly felt an urge. I stood up, walked to the bedroom door, and pressed my ear tightly against it, wanting to hear his every move on my wife.
As soon as I reached the door, I heard my wife's first sound from inside: "Ah…"
My heart skipped a beat. I truly didn't know what he had done to make my wife make that sound. But I was certain he was already violating my wife.
I didn't know how my wife was doing. Nevertheless, I was incredibly excited, and I unconsciously started masturbating.
Knowing full well that my wife was being violated in the room, I was eavesdropping and masturbating—I couldn't believe myself.
As I masturbated, I pressed my ear against the door, listening intently, hoping to deduce the scene inside from the sounds.
As her husband, my wife was being violated by another man in our own bedroom, right in front of me, and I was willingly locked out.
I could hear the man's heavy breathing; I imagined him greedily kissing and tasting every part of my wife. My wife made no sound, at least not a sound, or if she did, it was very faint; she was definitely gritting her teeth and enduring it.
A few minutes later, I heard my wife let out another "Ah," followed by the sound of the mattress heaving. I knew he had definitely inserted his thick penis into my wife and was thrusting violently.
My breathing quickened, and my masturbation accelerated. Subconsciously, I desperately wanted him to brutally ravage my wife, showing no mercy whatsoever. I had gone mad; I abandoned all moral constraints, shouting in my mind: Fuck my wife! Fuck my wife to your heart's content! Let my wife be completely conquered by your lust.
The moans continued for a long time inside. "No... ah... ah..." came my wife's repeated groans.
Then, a rapid series of "slap slap slap" sounds came from inside, followed by the man's "Ah..." and the room fell silent. I knew he had ejaculated. I wanted to go in and check on my wife, but the bedroom door remained closed.
Another ten minutes or so passed, and I heard the man and my wife talking in the bedroom. It was fragmented and unclear, but I heard my wife say, "Yours is too big..." However, the words sounded very short, as if her mouth had been gagged before she could finish.
Yes, I knew it. He must have forced my wife to perform oral sex on him, or rather, the man had forcibly shoved his penis into her mouth, silencing her.
Yes, I think I guessed right. I could tell from the continuous moans coming from my wife's nose. He was so rough. She usually refuses to give me oral sex, but today she forced it into her mouth, and with his penis right after intercourse! And I don't even know if he was wearing a condom. But it was too late to say anything now; I could only accept and endure what was happening.
About ten minutes later, I heard the man groan, and my wife moaned a few times. I figured he must have ejaculated in her mouth. At that moment, I finally couldn't hold back anymore and masturbated. I ejaculated a lot, feeling an unprecedented stimulation and satisfaction, a guilty pleasure.
Then the room fell silent again. I knew he was resting on top of my wife. My mood seemed to calm down a little, so I went back to the sofa in the living room and sat down, waiting for the man to leave the bedroom that should have been mine.
Then, the door that had been closed for almost an hour finally opened, and I saw him walk out with a very satisfied expression, then casually close the door behind him.
My mind went completely blank. He walked up to me and said, "I just fucked your wife, you bastard. Are you excited?" I answered him mechanically, "Yes, I'm excited."
His expression suddenly turned very serious. He said, "Kneel down now! You filthy man! From now on, you're nothing but a dog in front of me!" I don't know why, but hearing his words, my legs went weak, and I knelt at the man's feet—a man who had just fucked my wife.
I felt the blood rush to my head. I felt like I had lost all my dignity in front of this man; I felt an unprecedented sense of shame.
Just then, he continued, "I satisfied your wife and gave you the feeling you wanted. Shouldn't you thank me?"
I was already unconscious and said in a trembling voice, "Yes, thank you!"
He nodded with satisfaction and then said, "Your wife looks like a lady on the surface, but she's actually quite wanton inside. You just haven't developed that potential, haven't trained her properly. Do you want your wife to become a wanton woman?" Without thinking, I answered,
"Yes."
"If you do, then beg me."
"Please help me train my wife."
"I can help you train and develop your wife, but you have to listen to me. During the training, you must unconditionally obey me. No matter how I train your wife, you can't interfere; you have to accept it. Can you do that?"
"Yes."
"Besides, your wife has delicate, fair, and smooth skin, very elastic breasts, and a perky butt. She's never had children, so her vagina is very tight, which feels great to me. Your wife is perfect as a sex slave! I had a great time today, I ejaculated twice, once inside your wife's vagina and once in her mouth, and she swallowed it. Hehe... You can go see her now, but you'll have to crawl between my legs." I
could hardly believe my ears. While I was hesitating, he shouted at me again, "Hurry up!" I felt as if there was an irresistible force, making me crawl between the legs of this man who had just fucked my wife in such a humiliating way.
He smiled with satisfaction after I crawled over: "Alright, you bastard, I'm leaving now. You take good care of your wife. I'll fuck her again next Saturday. From now on, your wife is my woman. During this time, you can't have sex with your wife. You have to ensure that her body remains pure and undefiled. Can you do that?"
"Yes," I blurted out, my brain clouded by the stimulation.
After saying that, he opened the door and left.
I froze for a moment, then came to my senses. I slowly pushed open the bedroom door. The bed and the entire bedroom were a mess. My wife was lying naked on the bed, clutching a blanket, her hair disheveled—clearly, it had been pulled roughly. Her face was buried deep in the blanket, as if she didn't want to face the world anymore. A pair of her black lace-trimmed panties lay on the floor, next to a used condom, and her pink pajamas were thrown nearby. Clearly, he hadn't been kind to my wife.
Seeing this, my heart ached terribly, but this was something I had initially expected. I went over and hugged my wife. Suddenly, she threw herself into my arms and cried. I didn't say a word; I didn't know what to say.
After a while, my wife gradually calmed down. She buried her head in my chest, not wanting me to see it. "Honey, do you really still love me?"
I stroked her hair and said, "Honey, I know you did all this for me. I'll always love you, no matter what!"
I lifted her head. Her face was filled with shame, but I found her incredibly beautiful.
After a while, my wife said, "I want to take a shower."
I felt she had recovered from her earlier state of confusion and despair.
"Honey, don't shower today, okay? I love you like this."
Recalling the scene of my wife being violated by another man, I suddenly felt an unusual excitement. Looking at my wife's wet labia, covered in the fluids left from our lovemaking, I couldn't tell if it was his semen or my wife's vaginal fluid. A milky white liquid was constantly flowing from her vaginal opening; although some of it was liquefied, I knew it was definitely his semen inside her. Seeing this, I felt a strange sense of pleasure.
Looking at my beloved wife, her vagina filled with another man's semen... The visual impact and psychological stimulation made me unable to control myself. I hugged my wife tightly and kissed her. I was wondering why there was a fishy taste in her mouth when I suddenly remembered that man saying he had ejaculated into her mouth once. No wonder there was a strange taste; it was the taste of semen. This taste kept stimulating my brain, making me both excited and aroused, but also accompanied by a sense of humiliation. This feeling grew stronger and stronger. I caressed my wife's sexy body, just about to make love to her, when I suddenly remembered that the man had said before he left that he would make love to my wife next Saturday, and that I couldn't make love to her during that time. Although he wouldn't know even if I made love to my wife secretly, I thought, isn't that the feeling I wanted? But I really couldn't stand it anymore. Then I thought, he only said I couldn't make love to my wife, so I should be able to use my mouth, right?
With that thought, I started kissing my wife's whole body—her mouth, her neck, her breasts—and then I kissed her sexy little feet, sucking hard on each of her toes, my tongue tracing between each toe. My wife had her eyes closed, and I didn't know what she was thinking at that moment, but she seemed to be enjoying herself. She moved her alluring body comfortably, and suddenly, a semi-transparent liquid flowed from her vagina. I knew it was a mixture of semen and vaginal fluid. This place, which once belonged only to me, was now filled with another man's semen. The copious amount of semen seemed to be declaring its ownership to me; this place no longer belonged to me, but to that man. Looking at everything before me, I felt a strange mix of emotions—excitement, humiliation, or something else entirely. I loved this feeling.
Only today did I realize how alluring my wife's private parts were. I released my wife's sexy little feet, unable to resist the urge to get a closer look at her most mysterious place. As soon as I approached, I smelled a strong, fishy odor of semen. I suddenly had the urge to taste this mixture of semen and vaginal fluid, so I stuck out my tongue and gently licked it. A slightly salty, fishy taste assaulted my senses.
It took the wife a moment to realize what was happening. She instinctively covered her private parts with her hand and said, "No... he ejaculated inside, it's dirty there..."
Looking at my slightly shy wife, I gently pushed aside her hands as I said, "Ye, no matter what, you'll always be the purest and most beautiful in my heart." As I spoke, I continued to suck and lick. My wife didn't say anything more, closing her eyes again. I wondered what she was thinking—was she enjoying the pleasure of my kisses, or recalling the sexual experience that man had given her? I didn't have time to think about those things. I diligently sucked the streams of fluid flowing from my wife's vagina, swallowing it all, whether it was the man's semen or my wife's vaginal fluid. When it stopped flowing out, I figured her body had absorbed all the semen, and the excess had drained away. Only
then did I reluctantly leave that mysterious triangle, embracing my wife again and asking about what had happened between her and that man. But no matter how I asked, she wouldn't tell me the details of what had happened in the room. I was too embarrassed to ask further. That night, I kissed her several more times before we finally fell asleep in each other's arms.
The next day, I lied to my wife, saying I was going to that man's house to see his wife. I left home and went for a walk all night. When I came back, my wife didn't ask anything, and our lives returned to normal for the next few days.
A few days later, that man asked me on WeChat if I wanted to know how he did it to my wife. I said yes.
He said that after he closed the door, he put my wife on the bed, and she just kept her eyes tightly closed. He first touched her whole body through her pajamas, then licked and kissed every part of her body, and then took off her black panties. At this point, my wife's face turned bright red with embarrassment.
He pulled up my wife's pajamas and pounced on her, sucking on her genitals. My wife screamed in fright. Hearing her scream, he became even more excited. Ignoring my wife's attempts to avoid him and her struggles, he forcibly inserted his tongue into her vagina and licked it desperately. He said my wife initially struggled a little, but later her whole body went limp, and she lay on the bed writhing and moaning.
Not long after, he noticed that my wife was already very wet. He knew that although she was unwilling, the stimulation of her physical instincts was irresistible. I think from the moment my wife's vagina started to flow with lubrication, she had been forced to give herself to this unusual sexual encounter.
After noticing that my wife's vagina was wet, he didn't hesitate to insert his already erect and large penis all the way in. My wife cried out in pain; she had never been penetrated by such a large and unfamiliar penis before. He showed no mercy, instead lifting my wife's legs to penetrate even deeper.
He told me that the more pain my wife showed, the more excited he became, and the more he felt a sense of conquest.
He fucked my wife for more than ten minutes before suddenly lifting her onto him and making her sit on top of him, then switching to doggy style. He said that when my wife was lying on her stomach, her buttocks were very white and sexy, and felt great to the touch.
He said that in the end, he was fucking her while holding her buttocks, and then he couldn't hold back and ejaculated. After ejaculating, he was reluctant to pull out. He lay on top of my wife for about ten minutes. My wife got tired and tried to turn over, but he held her down tightly, preventing her from moving. Later, he said he wanted my wife to give him oral sex, but she refused. Suddenly, he pulled her hair, causing her to cry out. He then took the opportunity to shove his penis into her mouth, which was covered in the semen he had just ejaculated inside her vagina.
He said that seeing my wife's delicate face after makeup and her lips painted with crystal pink lipstick holding his penis made him feel extremely excited, and he immediately ejaculated. My wife struggled to move her mouth away, but he held her head down forcefully, forcing her to let him ejaculate streams of semen into her mouth. After ejaculating,
he still didn't pull his penis out of my wife's mouth and demanded that she swallow the semen. My wife, of course, refused and resisted with all her might, but no matter how hard she tried, she was no match for his strength. At this moment, the man's penis became erect again as my wife resisted. He forcefully pushed his penis deep into my wife's throat, making it difficult for her to breathe. He said, "If you don't swallow it, I'll keep it in your mouth forever. Besides, this is the bedroom. Where can you spit your semen? Aren't you afraid your husband will find out? Do you want him to know I ejaculated in your mouth?"
After hearing his words, my wife hesitated for a moment, but finally swallowed it. He then thrust a few more times before finally pulling his large penis out. My wife lay on the bed sobbing, her eyes filled with tears of humiliation. He said that seeing my wife cry made him feel particularly excited and satisfied.
After saying this, he again asked me to arrange the next time as soon as possible, and specifically instructed me that I absolutely could not have sex with my wife before he had sex with her, saying that I had to ensure my wife's purity and cleanliness, and also ensure her sexual desire, so that I could "train" her properly. He said that only in this way could my wife enjoy more thorough sex, and only then could I enjoy a higher level of pleasure. Finally, I begged him to let me watch him and my wife make love next time. He said he would grant my request as long as I listened to him and obeyed him. I silently agreed.
Every day I looked forward to that day, longing to watch him and my wife make love, craving the pleasure of being mentally humiliated by him.

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