pimp and slave wife being trained 1

Chapter 1:

My name is Liu Wutian. I've been married to my wife, Rou Rou, for a year, and our life has always been ordinary. My wife and I
met in high school, but we only really started dating three years ago, and after three years of love, we got married. For the first
three months after our marriage, I was practically indulging in my wife's company. Seeing my decadence and lack of ambition, my wife
resolutely pushed me to focus on my career and support the family. So I went out to work.

After a while, I saved up some money and started my own internet company. Thanks to my excellent
skills and the several patented technologies I developed, coupled with the seamless cooperation of our team, the company grew
from nothing to a thriving enterprise. My wife always silently encouraged me from behind; her gentle voice was
like a lifeline, helping me escape danger during my most difficult times.

My company is now basically on track. My employees are all
people who started from scratch with me, and they've always been loyal. Now that the company is running smoothly, there aren't any major issues for me
to worry about. My capable subordinates are efficient and efficient, requiring no effort from me. I treat them like brothers and sisters
, and I've finally found some peace and quiet.

My beautiful wife is a stunning beauty. In school, she rivaled the school beauty queen, you could even say she
was the school beauty queen. After we married, whenever I tasted her round, firm C-cup breasts, her small, cute pink nipples
, I couldn't resist sucking them. Her long, beautiful legs always made me want to spread them open and explore
.

Unfortunately, my wife is a very conservative woman. She usually wears a lot of clothing, and her full breasts and beautiful
legs are always covered by thick fabric. During sex, she's even more reserved,
only using the most basic missionary position, where I simply thrust in and out of her vagina. Although I've tried
different positions during sex, my wife always refuses out of shyness. This frustrates me greatly.

With such a beautiful woman in front of me every day, how can I, as a man, not want to have my way with her? I often think
how wonderful it would be if my wife were a repressedly sexy woman,
the kind who gets aroused with just a little teasing, and then I could do whatever I wanted with her. I even occasionally have
fleeting thoughts of turning her into my sex slave, but I know these are just fantasies; maybe I could get a
few seconds of pleasure in my dreams.

I started using pornographic websites in middle school and have been addicted ever since.
Although I've been obsessed for a long time, I've never shown my face on any major forums, and I read a wide variety of things. But even with erotic
pictures and videos, there are times when I get tired of them. Only with certain specific erotic stories has my interest remained constant,
never diminishing in the slightest. For example, stories about stockings and high heels, especially those about married women having affairs
and wife-swapping that are incredibly exciting—these are what I crave.

This is also one of my bad habits—I like cuckolding.

When I was desperately pursuing my wife, I was surrounded by competitors; every corner of the school campus seemed to have one
. Even my best friend tried to steal her from me, and I never imagined that
years after losing to me, he would become my "rival" again—but that's another story.

As the saying goes, with enough effort, even an iron rod can be ground into a needle. After a semester of relentless pursuit, I finally
won her over. For her, I broke ties with the whole world, or rather, the entire school; I practically became
the enemy of all the men on campus… Fortunately, when my wife and I made love for the first time, she was still a virgin, which made me feel that all my previous
efforts hadn't been in vain.

At least I lost her virginity. All the fierce battles were for a smile from the beauty; at least, the school beauty is mine!

Before we got married, my wife never allowed me to be promiscuous; she was that conservative. Our intimate actions were always
limited to holding hands, kissing, and hugging, until our wedding night, when she finally took my virginity. However,
I got tired of seeing erotic pictures and text, and I got tired of seeing real people too.

Although two or three years isn't a long time,
the convenience of having sex anytime after marriage quickly eroded my initial desire. While our relationship
deepened with time, the novelty wore off.

Even sex became less exciting and more mundane. Plus, my wife is conservative; she only does missionary sex, and
what I find most unbearable is that she never lets me have sex with the lights on, too ashamed
to let me see clearly. She also never lets me lick her vagina, let alone do it during the day. She knows I like
stockings and high heels, but she prefers to wear pants. Ugh, it's such a killjoy.

Maybe all men are like this. As I gradually lost my arousal, I was forced
back to porn sites.

Returning to porn sites was simply a return to my old ways. I'd read those stories about humiliating and disciplining my wife,
imagining the women in them as my wife, and then masturbating, picturing Rou Rou moaning and
groaning under other men. Every time I thought about this, my penis would get harder, and I'd always wish my wife Rou Rou were a slut
.

The longer I spent on porn sites, the less passion I felt for my wife. I even felt that having
sex with her wasn't as satisfying as masturbating while reading porn. At least the women in the pictures were wearing sexy lingerie, stockings, and high heels,
and the accompanying text was much more engaging than my wife lying there like a dead fish…

But these were just lewd thoughts in my mind. Although my wife knew I had these
bad habits, I dared not tell her. However, after a while, things took
a turn for the better.

A high school classmate of mine, now overseas, called and said he was coming back to China.

A seemingly ordinary phone call filled me with immense joy. This classmate, surnamed Liang, named Yuxing, was about
half a year older than me. He was my wife's and my classmate in high school; back then, we were
inseparable, like brothers. We were never apart—fighting, drinking, skipping classes—and the other was always there for us
.

This person was the same super-good friend and rival I mentioned earlier. Although we had a rivalry in love
, in other aspects, we were remarkably good brothers.

Unfortunately, he went abroad to study later, which is why he lost to me in the competition for Rou Rou.

From then on, we only kept in touch by phone occasionally. Later, we each had our own careers and
were busy with our own things, so our contact became less and less frequent. After I married Xiao Rou
, I had my own family and couldn't pay much attention to him anymore. But it seems he's still single now.

Another thing is that my wife only told me long after we got married that she and
Yu Xing had a very deep mutual affection in high school. She had very good feelings for Yu Xing, and Yu Xing also had some feelings for her
. However, after Yu Xing went abroad, he gradually drifted away. And because of my persistent and unwavering pursuit,
Xiao Rou finally married me. So, Xing Yu's return to China this time wasn't just a reunion of the three of us old classmates, but also
a reunion of the two former lovers.

And coincidentally, we have completely opposite sexual interests, yet we understand each other well. Because I
've read a lot of cuckoldry stories, I enjoy seeing my wife being "trained" by other men. However, due to pride and the
fact that she's still my wife, I'm reluctant to let others play with her. Yu Xing, on the other hand, is just a liar. He, however, enjoys training
other men's wives.

After we married, my wife, Rou Rou, and I often discussed her, and the content was always very erotic
. In our conversations, he insulted my wife, who was also his ex-lover, and I joined in by insulting my own wife
. We were both immersed in our fantasies, ejaculating again and again.

But we remained only in words and fantasies, afraid to put it into practice. Although we're brothers, my wife
is still my wife. If he saw her and their old flame rekindled, where would I stand? So
, the reason I allowed him to come to my house this time was because I had a scheme… and the protagonist, my wife, was completely
unaware.

When fellow villagers meet, tears well up in their eyes. My wife and I, having been separated for so long, were incredibly excited to reunite. We
immediately arranged to meet on October 15th at my house. My wife and I both
put aside all our work that day to prepare for this small but very meaningful get-together.

We went out in the morning to buy a lot of groceries, and then spent the whole day cooking.
It was all worth it to prepare a delicious meal for this long-lost friend! Around 5 pm, Yuxing arrived as promised. A "ding-dong" sounded
at the door , but this time, such an ordinary ringtone felt like
winning the lottery to my wife and me.

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