pimp and slave wife trained 8

When I finally found my wife and Yu Xing, they were paying at the cashier. I quickly
slipped into a crowded area; it would be embarrassing if my wife found out I was following them.

I hid at a distance and carefully watched them. The lingerie store wasn't very big, and there weren't many people, so the view was good. Seeing
the stack of things my wife was carrying, a smirk involuntarily crept up my lips. That's right! Stockings!

And several pieces of lingerie! After that, they went to a shoe store next door.
After browsing for a while, I saw Yu Xing come out carrying two boxes. Once they were out of sight, I followed them and peeked into the shoe store
. It was filled with a dazzling array of high heels! That's right! High heels!

Whew…whew…I’m excited again, but I can’t help it. This is the first time I’ve seen my wife go into a
lingerie store to buy stockings, and she even bought a few more pieces of underwear. I’m sure this time, influenced by her emotions, the underwear she bought will be
different from usual. My wife even bought high heels, even though we have some at home
, they’ve all been lying around gathering dust. Now she’s bought two new pairs especially for Yuxing. Looks like there’s going to be a good show later. I didn’t stop
and quickly followed them.

Sure enough, they left the mall and went back the way they came. When they got to the parking lot, they got into the car,
and after a short while, the car sputtered away, belching exhaust fumes. Damn, I should have known they were driving home. I should have
gone to my parking spot and started my car earlier. Now I’ve really lost them. But it doesn’t matter
, they’re definitely going to Yuxing’s house, I’ll just go there directly.

I was on steroids the whole way, unable to suppress my excitement. My hands were trembling, and
my legs were shaking. I sped several times and almost ran a few red lights. Luckily, I vaguely remembered
the address Yu Xing had given me. After getting lost a few times, I finally found Yu Xing's car. I
quickly parked wherever I could find a spot and started counting the house numbers until
I reached Yu Xing's house, number 69.

That number made me feel a bit comical, reminding me of
what a man and woman inside might be doing. But my wife probably wouldn't give Yu Xing oral sex, at least not to me! I frantically
rummaged for my keys in my pocket. Yu Xing had given me a key to his house and all the doors inside.
True friends are always the best!

With a creak, I opened the door to this sexual hell. Why hell?
For me, it was more like heaven. This was my first time entering Yu Xing's house. My first impression was how clean it was,
with minimal furniture and clutter. The living room had a large projector TV, a few sofas, and
a glass wooden table in the center, with magazines and newspapers piled on the second shelf.

The other doors—the bathroom, study, and bedroom—were closed, but from one of
them came the familiar voices of a man and a woman.

"Wow…" I exclaimed, clearly it was Yu Xing. I went into the bedroom and pressed my ear against the wooden door
.

"Hmph, so, who's prettier, me or that vixen?" It was my wife, her voice brimming with
the excessive confidence, or perhaps a touch of arrogance, I had when I was pursuing her.

"You're beautiful! You're beautiful! Such a woman is only found in heaven! How often can one find such beauty on earth! I'd
die happy just to see you like this!"

"Which is prettier? Do you prefer that vixen's legs or mine?" My wife's voice suddenly
filled with a seductive and flirtatious tone I had never heard before.

"Yours! Of course it's yours, it's so beautiful, it's simply, so—beautiful! Come on, let me take a closer
look!"

"Ouch, be gentle." Then I heard my wife giggle: "Hey, stop grabbing
my feet and smelling them like that, you're so perverted... ah... ha. Hehe, it's making me so itchy,
so embarrassing. Hehe..."

"Come on, put on your high heels."

"No! Who wears high heels at home?"

"If you don't wear them, you'll lack that vixen's allure!"

"Ouch! My feet! No, you pervert!"

"Hehe, look how sexy and beautiful you are, come on! Stand up and let me see." I listened intently to all of this,
imagining the lewd scene inside the room just a door away. At that moment, I really had a strong urge to rush
into the bedroom and catch a glimpse of my wife's stockinged legs and high heels. Listening to Yu Xing and my wife's flirtatious banter,
images of my wife's stockinged legs and high heels assaulted my mind. I felt like my head was oxygen-deprived again,
a feeling no less intense than the first time my wife cheated on me.

What was Yu Xing doing now? Perhaps he was holding my wife in his arms, his hands roughly
caressing and kneading her round buttocks, while she moaned softly. Perhaps he
was spreading her thighs, caressing her stockinged legs, the thin stockings encasing her tall, shapely
feet .

Perhaps he had already thrown my wife onto the bed, pressing down on her, starting with her snow-white thighs
, licking her legs, from thighs to calves, then licking the entire instep, finally taking
off her high heels and sucking on the soles and toes. After licking one side, he moved on to her
other stockinged leg.

Hunger… Thinking of this, all the blood in my body rushed to my penis again. Without hesitation, I pulled it out and started
masturbating, while my good brother was playing with my wife
, who was wearing stockings and high heels, on the other side of this door. I, the legitimate husband, could only fantasize by listening to their voices.

“Ah!” Then, accompanied by the creaking of the bed springs: “You scoundrel, you swore you wouldn’t look at
other women like that again.”

“Then who will help me satisfy my visual cravings?” Yu Xing asked knowingly, but this was his
training method, making his wife say it herself so that she could accept it to the greatest extent.

“In the future… I’ll wear them for you to see.” Hearing this, my blood surged even more. My wife had finally accepted
wearing stockings and high heels. Our slave wife training plan had taken another big step forward. Thinking of this, I quickened
the masturbation of my penis.

“Haha, good! You said it yourself! From now on, I’ll make you wear stockings and high heels for me to see every day!”
"I want you to wear even hotter lingerie!"

"Ah! Be gentle...did you hear me? You're hurting me. I only said stockings and high heels, what lingerie?
You're really pushing your luck, hehe." My wife said coquettishly, clearly feigning anger, her words full of teasing and
pleasure. It seems that not only stockings, but even sexy lingerie won't be refused in the future.

"Ah...um...and the right side too..."

"Does it feel good?"

"Mmm...it feels good...husband, you're licking me so well." Husband? My wife calls Yu Xing "husband" when I'm not around
? That seems pretty good. My wife is becoming more and more adept at enjoying herself. I can barely
hear anything except their conversation now, but my wife's words make it sound like Yu Xing is sucking on her nipples
.

After a while, I still can't make out anything, only my wife's moans and her words instructing Yu Xing where
to lick.

After a while.

"Baby, I'm going to come!"

"Mmm! Husband, come on, I'm ready, I'm going to give it to you!" It seems Yu Xing is ready to penetrate.

"Mmm...ah...ah. Hey, that's enough, stop dawdling, hurry up."

"Hurry up what?" Damn, this guy is really something, my wife even has to beg him. But thinking about it
, it makes sense, that's how you train someone, making my wife say it herself, that's how you make her even more lewd and shameless
.

"Hurry up and put it in, you're so annoying! You're bullying me like this."

"Put it in where, what should I use to put it in?"

"..."

"I won't move until you explain clearly, it'll be hard for me if you're unhappy."

"Huff...huff...huff..." I heard my wife's heavy breathing from outside the door: "Husband, hurry up and put
your little...little penis...into my...vagina..." I could almost guess the last few words
, the voice was too soft, and there was a door between us.

Perhaps Yu Xing had reached his limit of endurance, for a clear, loud moan came from inside the room: "Ah...
ah...oh...ah...husband...ah. Hehe...so good...ah...I love you...
ah ah ...haha..." It was my wife's voice. I was certain there couldn't be another woman in the room.
The only difference was that this time, my wife's moans were more wanton and unrestrained than before. Not only did she
call Yu Xing "husband" when I wasn't there, but she also said "I love you" to him after he penetrated her. I continued to
fantasize about the scene inside the room from outside the door, imagining Yu Xing's massive body pressing down on my wife's petite, snow-white flesh,
his huge penis thrusting in and out of her little cunt with great force, his hands restlessly caressing
my wife's two stockinged legs, sometimes touching her thighs, then her calves, sometimes taking off
one of her high heels and touching her stockinged feet.

As he touched her, he put her stockinged toes into his mouth and sucked on them, while his other hand forcefully pinched her pink
nipples, stretching them long and thin. His wife's legs flared wildly as he fucked her, and
the high heel she was wearing flew off with each swing.

Listening to my wife's moans, the "plop, plop" sounds of genitals colliding coming from inside, and
the "slap" of Yu Xing's testicles hitting my wife's white buttocks, my penis could no longer hold back and ejaculated
all my energy for the day. Semen splattered from my urethra, splashing onto the wooden door of Yu Xing's bedroom, creating a
lewd scene. But I knew that the scene inside was even more lewd and captivating.

After ejaculating, I entered a period of sexual aversion. Every man experiences a brief period of
not , but this also cleared my head considerably. My wife's moans and gasps continued inside
, the "plop, plop" sounds never ceasing. It was time for me to step in and continue my wife-slave
plan.

I reached into my pocket for my keys, tried different ones, found the right one, inserted it into the keyhole, turned
the handle, and pushed open this sinful door, like deflowering a virgin.
But now I had finally breached that door, feeling tense, uneasy, but mostly excited and expectant.

"Ah...ah...ah...ah...whoosh...whoosh...whoosh..." My wife clearly hadn't expected
me to barge in; her wanton moans instantly turned into cries. It felt like being
caught cheating with a lover by your husband, except she was indeed cheating, but I had consented,
even encouraged it!

Although I had long encouraged them to commit adultery, and they had indeed done it once,
the feeling of having me, their husband, witnessing it firsthand was still quite different. Wave after wave of old ethical and moral constraints
were crashing against my wife's heart.

Although Yu Xing also turned to look at me, he seemed to have expected it, since he was the one who gave me the key
, so he appeared relatively calm. I immediately gave him a look, signaling him not to stop.

"Ugh... ah... ah... ugh... ugh..." My wife lay on her back on the bed as Yu Xing
thrust his large penis into her vagina. Yu Xing was on top of my wife, her two stockinged legs raised high, draped over Yu
Xing's shoulders. Her own husband was watching, and as she
moaned and cried, the sounds were like heavenly music, beautiful yet heartbreaking.

But more importantly, this was the first time I'd seen my wife wearing stockings and high heels while having sex,
and not with me, but with my best friend.

I felt my recently limp penis begin to stir again, and I took a step closer to examine
my wife's stockinged feet. She was wearing incredibly thin, flesh-colored lace stockings; the smooth, lustrous
fabric formed a second layer of delicate skin, reflecting the sunlight streaming through the curtains
.

On her feet were a pair of black high-heeled sandals, not as I'd imagined,
but still firmly on, the delicate straps cinching her ankles.
They swayed up and down with her movements, even more arousing than her bare stockinged feet.

Each sandal had a delicate lace rose on it, adding to the allure of her flesh-colored stockinged feet.
The silk stockings exuded elegance and femininity. I carefully examined those small, alluring feet I had always dreamed of. I boldly leaned down
, grasping my wife's left stockinged foot with one hand, bringing my nose close to inhale its fragrance.

It was a foot odor that was intoxicating, something that might normally be labeled as foul, but at that moment, I
felt it was more captivating than any expensive perfume in the world. I licked my wife's stockinged toes with my tongue , and her foot suddenly recoiled, her five little toes slightly tucking together
inside her high heels . But this did not deter me; I sucked even more boldly. I even straightened , raising it high, and then, while licking my wife's flesh-colored stockinged foot and kissing her sweaty, smelly feet, my hands caressed her fleshy legs. Yu Xing and I stayed like that, one fucking my wife's cunt, the other ravaging her silk-stockinged, high-heeled feet. We maintained this for a while. Then, my wife's little feet, which I was licking and kissing, slapped me as Yu Xing fucked her , bringing me back to reality from this heavenly bliss. Remembering I still had things to do, I reluctantly let go of my wife's stockinged legs and draped them back over Yu Xing's shoulders. Only then did I realize that my wife's panties had been thrown away somewhere, but her bra was still on, just pulled up. It was a small bikini-style three- piece bra, not quite the transparent lingerie I'd always dreamed of, but much better than her old, large, ugly wire bras. Yu Xing's bedroom door was on the right, so when I entered, they were having sex on the large bed to my left . As soon as my wife saw me, she turned away and burst into tears. After letting go of my wife's stockinged legs, I went around to the other end of the bed. But my wife was still too shy to look at me. She immediately turned her head away, muttering, "Ugh... um... ah... ugh... huff... ugh..." I didn't say anything, but simply took her small hand in mine. At that moment, my wife gripped my hand tightly, holding on as if she wouldn't let go no matter what happened. Her fingernails dug into the flesh of my hand, drawing a few drops of blood. I understood what this meant. When a woman feels most helpless, anything you say to her is meaningless. But if you hold her tightly or hold her hand, she will feel incredibly safe. Like now , our fingers are intertwined, which is the best proof that I will never abandon her and that she will always love me. This time, my wife finally turned her face towards me. Beads of sweat, large as beans, streamed down her forehead and cheeks, mingling with the tears in her eyes, appearing so clear and transparent in the sunlight. "Husband... ah... ooh." "No need to say anything, I know everything. This is what I wanted to see, isn't it? Don't blame yourself. Besides , ever since your first time together, I've wanted to see this, haven't I?" My wife turned her head to look at me, not speaking, but the tears in her eyes seemed to have stopped. "Hehe, my good wife, I love you like this now. Look, how beautiful you are in stockings and high heels! You're so sexy... absolutely the most beautiful woman in the world!" My wife really enjoys being praised for her beauty. No matter how many times you praise her, she'll still like it. Perhaps this is a woman's nature. At this moment, she had a faint smile on her face. "Then, enjoy it! My good wife!" It seemed my wife was alright. I released her hand, thinking of licking her stockinged feet and smelling her sweaty, smelly high heels. Although there would be plenty of time to play around in the future, this was all too exciting, and it was my first time, so I couldn't resist enjoying it properly. At that moment, Yu Xing's penis was thrusting faster and faster inside my wife, the pleasure building up higher and higher. While licking my wife's flesh-colored stockinged legs, I carefully observed the point of contact between Yu Xing and my wife's genitals out of the corner of my eye. Only now did I have a clearer idea of how big Yu Xing's penis was, and a strong sense of inferiority and a masochistic, pleasurable feeling quickly took over my mind. Holy crap! His penis is really huge, no wonder my wife is infatuated with him! And my wife was absolutely right, compared to him, mine is like a small toy. My penis, when erect, is only about 10 centimeters long , slightly thicker than a thumb, while Yu Xing's penis is almost as thick as my wife's arm, at least 20 centimeters from my eyes , not even counting the glans. I watched, completely absorbed. Yu Xing's testicles were enormous, like two eggs, slapping against my wife's snow-white, tender buttocks with a " slap, slap ." The area where their genitals met was a complete mess; white foam and mucus covered my wife's entire vulva. Her pink labia were stretched open with Yu Xing's penetration, and when he withdrew, the tender flesh of her vaginal walls and even more thick, white fluid were pulled out. This white, foamy fluid flowed down my wife's buttocks and into her anus—the first time I had ever seen my wife's anus. My penis was already throbbing, so I quickly pulled it out. But this time, I wasn't going to masturbate . Looking at my wife's shapely legs in stockings, I grabbed them and inserted my penis into her stockinged feet and high heels from the side. One side of my penis was against the cool high heels, while the other side felt the friction from my wife's warm stockinged feet. This sensation of hot and cold, soft and hard was like the legendary ice and fire... Yu Xing increased the speed of his thrusting. Finally, after thrusting twenty or thirty times in my wife's vagina, he reached his climax. Suddenly, he thrust his hips forward, pressing his buttocks firmly against my wife's two thick labia. Due to the pressure, the viscous, foamy vaginal fluid was squeezed out. Then, with each contraction and expansion of his testicles, he ejaculated a large amount of thick semen into my wife's vagina. This semen would eventually enter my wife's uterus , seeking to fertilize an egg. At the same time, I ejaculated my sparse semen between my wife's stockinged feet and high heels, wetting her flesh-colored stockings and forming small water stains. Because my sexual ability is not high, and I had just ejaculated again, and had ejaculated several times in a row, my semen was like a puddle of water. Compared to Yu Xing's semen, it probably couldn't even compare to the concentration of their vaginal fluid when they have sex.

After I ejaculated, I sat at the foot of the bed to rest, while Yu Xing lay on top of my wife, embracing her, seemingly
waiting for his penis to slowly soften. After a while, my wife pushed him away, and Yu Xing finally thought to
move. He straightened up, and with a "pop" sound, he pulled his
penis, covered in white semen and vaginal fluid, out of my wife's vagina.

The atmosphere was a little awkward; none of us knew what to do. Finally, my forgiving little
wife broke the silence.

"Yu Xing, go take a shower first. Let me and my husband be alone for a while." As soon as she finished speaking, Yu Xing
got up and went to the bathroom.

My wife's two pink and full labia were swollen, and they really felt a bit swollen. The color, which should have been pink,
was now a bit dark red, probably because Yu Xing's penis was too big, stretching my wife's vagina wide open
. The entrance to her vagina couldn't close properly due to prolonged intercourse with a huge penis.

Two wet, limp labia majora drooped weakly on either side, contracting and expanding with her breath.
Inside, her pink vulva was mixed with white fluid—the semen Yu Xing had ejaculated inside her
, and the white, foamy love juice left over from their lovemaking.

The room reeked of a fishy stench; I knew it was the smell of semen, along with sweat and urine.
Compared to the combined odors of their bodies, it was more pungent. I moved to lie down beside my wife,
pulling her into my arms.

"Husband…now you've seen everything."

"Yes, it's okay. This is what I wanted, what I desired." My wife was now
lying naked against my chest, except for a pair of flesh-colored lace stockings, her high-heeled sandals still on. Her eyes were slightly closed
, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

"Are you happy?" My wife always cared so much about my feelings.

"I'm so happy, so incredibly happy! I've been imagining this moment for so long!"

"Hehe, as long as you're happy, I'm relieved." My wife said with a satisfied smile,
"Honey, can I ask you something?"

"Yes, my good wife, go ahead and ask."

"You always want to wear stockings and high heels, but I've never let you wear them. Now I'm wearing these lewd
clothes for Yu Xing to see. How does that feel...?"

"Awesome! It's absolutely awesome! Haha..." I answered without hesitation; this was completely the truth.

"Oh dear, you're a masochist...hehe. You men are all so perverted,
you even ejaculated...ejaculated in my shoe just now, really..."

"Hey, I admit it, but look at you now, how sexy and beautiful you are! You used to
refuse to wear them, but now you can feel it, right?"

"No...I just don't feel as uncomfortable as before, and Yu Xing seems to
have become...more vigorous after I put them on..." The last two words were whispered like flies and mosquitoes, and my wife
covered her pretty face with the sheet as she spoke: "Oops, I misspoke..."

"Hehe, if it feels good, just say so. Since you feel so good, how about wearing
stockings ?" I pressed on, hoping my wife would make a promise now, not wanting her
to hesitate after the passion subsided.

"Hmm... let me think... maybe it'll work, I don't know, hehe..."

"You just promised him, you said you'd wear it for him to relieve his itching whenever his eyes itch
... huh? Didn't you? Going back on your word?"

"You! You've been eavesdropping since before! Besides, I only promised to wear it for him,
I never said you were included..."

"Oh, you wear it for your little lover but not for me? Is he your husband or am I your husband
?!" "

..." The wife paused slightly, then thought for a moment: "When he's around, it's him...
" She glanced at me out of the corner of her eye: "Do you like me saying that? Does it feel exciting and comfortable?"

"Comfortable! I like you like this, you're getting better and better. So, from now on, you'll only wear stockings and high heels
for Yu Xing?"

"Hmm... if I like wearing this, I'll probably wear it every day. We'll
see." My wife gave me a playful smile. "Hehe, even if I don't, I'll still wear it for you when Yu Xing isn't around
... When he's not here, you're still my husband." With a wife like this, what more could I ask for? I enjoy
my wife being played with and abused, I have a best buddy who enjoys playing with other men's wives, and I also have a
stunningly beautiful wife who gets pleasure from cheating and loves me and can't live without me. With so much, I feel I deserve:
"I'm the most happy man in the world!"

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