My wife was reposted in a group purchase because she lost more than she gained.

My Wife Was Purchased by a Group Buyer Due to a Small Gain
Published: 2014-01-03 Author: Daidai de Xue Popularity: 1683
I joined 69 two years ago, but I've been lurking for a while. My wife is a bit resistant, so I haven't posted on the forum, just read. Recently, this happened, and it's left me feeling very conflicted. I guess most men would feel conflicted in this bizarre situation—feeling sorry for her, but also excited. This actually happened; I've exaggerated a bit and added some literary embellishment. I don't know why I wanted to write it in such detail; I just couldn't stop once I started. After writing a short section, I started to regret writing this and fell into confusion again. If you don't believe me, just treat it as a novel and laugh it off. Comments are welcome; I hope you can give us more support and encouragement. Even fantasizing is fine, but please be mindful of the limits. Thank you.
Just to clarify, my wife and I are both civil servants, 29 and 28 years old respectively, and we have a happy and fulfilling family life. We're not planning on having children yet after getting married. My wife weighs 97 pounds and has a good figure at 168cm. Her breasts have grown significantly in recent years; they used to be a bit too big for a B cup, now they're almost too big for a C cup. She's also quite pretty, not a stunning beauty, but certainly attractive.
In 2013, group-buying websites were incredibly popular, offering discounts on many items, and occasionally even super low-priced limited-time deals—very exciting! A few days ago, out of boredom, I browsed a group-buying website and suddenly found a super low-priced, limited-time deal: a package at a famous hot spring hotel in the new city, originally priced at 1680 yuan, was only 268 yuan! Such a low price was indeed tempting. And this hot spring hotel is very famous and never offers discounts. I was secretly delighted, thinking I'd gotten a great deal, so I didn't hesitate to buy two tickets and go show off to my wife.
One weekend, my wife and I drove to this hot spring hotel. It's a very famous hotel; everyone says it has government backing and always escapes crackdowns unscathed. Naturally, the people who patronize it are all wealthy individuals or high-ranking government officials. I'd been here once before for a company conference. If I had to pay out of my own pocket, I definitely wouldn't come to a place like this—it's too extravagant.
Just inside the gate, we saw a row of BMW 7 Series cars. They didn't look like government offices; my wife said they were probably from some private company or some nouveau riche. Just as we were marveling at this, a black GMC pulled up, and five or six young men, around 20 years old, got out. They were dressed and had trendy hairstyles—I guess these are the legendary rich kids.
After lunch, we rested briefly. We originally wanted to have some fun in our room, but my wife firmly refused, worried that fatigue would affect our evening activities. So we decided to relax and have some fun tonight, and start our "battle" back in the room later.
After dinner, we went back to our room to change into our swimsuits, ready to go to the spa and soak in the hot springs. My wife was shy and refused to wear a two-piece swimsuit, so she only brought a backless one-piece swimsuit. Although it wasn't very revealing, her C-cup breasts were still quite a sight. After all, my wife is a beauty, very alluring, and even though it's been seven years since our first time, I still got an erection when I saw her dressed like that. After changing into our swimsuits and bathrobes, my wife and I went to the entertainment area.
When we got to the spa area, we were stunned. The 1680 yuan package seemed expensive, but the service items were even more so. Besides the 1200 yuan room fee, the remaining money was only enough for two services. This made my wife very unhappy, saying I was wasting money by buying a group deal without asking questions. She said it was a limited-time offer, and if I didn't book in time, I wouldn't get a spot. Besides, it's a five-star hotel; 268 yuan for a night is a great deal! I was furious.
Because I was angry, I left my wife and went straight for a massage. After the massage, we played some ball and then soaked in the free hot spring pool. It was called a hot spring, but it looked more like a swimming pool to me. There was a large pool with varying depths, and the most ridiculous thing was that people were actually swimming in it – pretty funny, right? My wife, seeing that I wasn't going to the fish spa, went alone. The fish spa was expensive, 480 yuan for 45 minutes. After she finished, she and I sat in the same pool, staring at each other.
"I'm leaving, you can play by yourself," my wife said, not very happy, and got up to leave.
"What are you going back for?"
"To watch TV," my wife said.
I was furious, but worried about not being able to "fire" with her that night, I went along with her and went back.
On the way back, I was bored, so I checked the prices of various services and realized this hotel was really expensive. Being short of money, I kept trying to please my wife, knowing she liked the fish spa, I said I'd be a fish that night, biting her all over. But she was oblivious and ignored me. I guess I said too much to annoy her, because she pointed to a sign for a service and said, "I want to do this."
I glanced at the package: a group hot spring surfing session plus steam massage and fish spa, and the price was 4800! My god, that's highway robbery! It's almost my monthly performance bonus! I was speechless and embarrassed. I knew my wife was joking, so I tried again with sweet talk and a smile.
Suddenly, a waiter spoke up: "Ladies can participate for free. 4800 is for a group of ten, but this place is already booked, and we can't get ten people right away."
I was overjoyed and quickly urged my wife to go in. My wife, being a lady from a well-to-do family, wasn't interested in this kind of "charity." I said, "I still want to soak in the hot spring. I'll wait for you over there for a while, and you can come find me when you're done." In the end, I used sweet talk to lure my wife into the tiger's den.
Not long after my wife went in, a man dressed in a suit, looking like a manager, came over with two girls in bikinis and asked them to go in. The waiter told him that a lady had just gone in, and he thought for a moment and said, "No, we're still one short."
I had already turned to leave when I heard this, but he grabbed me. "Young man, do me a favor, there's one person we need, it's almost midnight, if we don't start soon we'll be late." I looked and it was indeed almost midnight, the entertainment area was getting sparser. Thinking of my wife, thinking of the bikini-clad beauties, and the free fun, I readily agreed and excitedly ran inside.
It was a ten-person attraction. The waiter said there was a small dock inside with a small boat. I walked in along the passageway, which was dimly lit. It was only about 50 meters long, with three turns and two steps down, and it seemed to have reached the basement.
When I got to the dock, I saw a boat, but it wasn't a boat, it was an inflatable boat. 4800 for this? I was a little disappointed. The staff urged me to get on the boat quickly. Once on board, I found there were ten people, including myself. Everyone was in a circle, one man and one woman, with two other people of the opposite sex beside each person.
There were three young men who seemed to know each other, chatting and laughing, quite lively. My wife was sitting among them. Two bikini-clad girls sat on either side of me, seemingly shy and silent. Upon closer inspection, I was a bit disappointed. They had nice, curvaceous figures, but their looks couldn't compare to my wife's. Plus, they were wearing heavy makeup while soaking in the hot spring; they would have looked even worse without it. There was also a tall, muscular man in his thirties chatting with a woman next to him, but due to the noise, I couldn't hear what they were saying.
My wife looked at me, seemingly gesturing for me to change seats and sit with her. Before I could react, the staff announced that the boat was about to depart and asked everyone to prepare. I shook my head, indicating to my wife that we should stay where we were. The staff untied the ropes and turned on some machine, and the water below us started flowing. I touched it with my hand; it was indeed warm.
The boat floated forward with the current, and after 10 seconds, the current suddenly accelerated, and the boat went faster and faster. Then the water surface became undulating, the rubber raft bobbing up and down, making my heart race, with large waves crashing against both sides, soaking us. A few minutes later, there was a dark opening in front of our raft; I didn't know what was inside. Some girls started screaming, but the sounds were fake—after all, it was a hotel; what danger could there be? After the boat entered the opening, there were no lights. The boat rapidly slid down, then turned several corners, and finally, it suddenly plunged into the air. Luckily, it wasn't very high, or the rickety boat would have capsized. To my excitement, the bikini-clad girl next to me suddenly hugged me, probably out of fear. My wife was there too, so out of politeness I pushed her away. She seemed quite unhappy and snorted.
There was no light in the cave; we could only see with the faint reflected light. But I could still clearly see my wife being held in someone's arms. It was that guy. There was another guy next to her touching my wife inappropriately. I really wanted to go and pull them apart, but my wife acted first. She pushed them away and glared at them. The three boys grinned and said my wife had a bad temper. I didn't say anything, feeling a little excited, wondering what would happen next. Maybe she was embarrassed, because my wife didn't look at me.
Soon, the boat reached the shore. On the shore was a steam massage area, a large open space with several rooms. When we arrived, a group of female staff came out from behind the counter, separated the men and women, and led them away to choose their services. The so-called steam massage was basically a massage in a sauna; it was the first time I'd ever seen a massage like that. The three guys went to get foot massages, and I decided on a back massage. The tall man also went for a back massage with me.
Getting a massage in the sauna wasn't pleasant. After a while, the man and I agreed to turn off the steam. He wasn't very talkative, and after a couple of exchanges, he didn't respond much, so I ignored him. I only knew he was out with friends.
I wonder if anyone else has experienced this – you tend to get sleepy when you're lying down. I fell asleep during the massage. I even had a dream where my wife was being bullied, but the thought of men and women being separated made me feel a little more at ease.
Suddenly, I heard the guys in the next room laughing loudly, then a woman said, "Hurry up and choose!" followed by more laughter. Then it quieted down. Half-awake, I looked around. The muscular man next to me was resting with his eyes closed; I wasn't sure if he was asleep. The masseuse placed many hot stones on me, which felt quite comfortable, and I drifted off to sleep again.
When I woke up again, the attendant called me. The attendant said, "Sir, it's time for the next treatment." I rubbed my sleepy eyes to wake myself up and realized the man next to me was gone. Thinking that the next activity would be my wife's favorite—fish spa—and then suddenly remembering how she had been hugged earlier, I quickly got out of bed, put on my bathrobe, and ran out.
When I got outside, they were gone. I searched for a while but couldn't find them, so I asked a staff member where to get to the fish spa. I quickly followed the staff member's directions to the fish spa area. When I arrived, I found the woman who had been chatting with the tall man when I boarded the boat. The lighting wasn't very good then, so I didn't see her closely, but now I could tell she was a bit older; her face was noticeably sagging after the water treatment. She and the man, who looked to be around 35, were a good match, but I could vaguely see a certain beauty about her; she must have been quite alluring in her youth. When
the woman saw me running over, she was very enthusiastic, saying, "Boss, you must be doing big business, what are you so busy with? Everyone else has finished choosing, hurry up and go over there, someone is waiting for you inside."
"What? Where's my wife?" I said.
"What wife?" She was startled, then pretended to be nonchalant and said, "That girl is your wife?" "Looks like she got tired of playing and went home."
Went home? "Why are you leaving? I'm leaving too," I said.
Seeing that I was about to leave, the woman said, "You're a grown man, why don't you play a little longer? Go over there, there are several girls waiting for you."
I fell for her trap. Hearing the girl, I started moving in the direction she pointed, but my heart told me I should go back to my wife. But I had already walked away, should I turn back? I looked at her, and she was looking at me with a smug and slightly contemptuous expression, as if if I turned back, I wouldn't be a real man. So, with a conflicted heart, I thought: I'd better go to the fish spa. The
fish spa pools weren't big, and they were separate. If the pool was too big, the fish would swim around and wouldn't find anyone to bite. When I got to the fish spa pool, that man, Fa X1an, was there getting a fish spa. I thought: Why is this guy always with me? I guess he's too old to play with the kids over there. Looking around, I saw two average-looking but incredibly fit bikini-clad girls, and another girl who had been with us but whom I hadn't paid much attention to. She was embracing the man, doing something I couldn't tell. I wondered, "Could something be going on here? Is it not as simple as I think?" Where were those three rascals?
When the two bikini-clad girls saw me go into the water, they swarmed around me, pressing their large breasts against me, hugging and cuddling. It suddenly dawned on me, as if I understood something. Were they all prostitutes? Before I could think any further, the bikini-clad girls started touching my genitals. I got an erection, but I really didn't want to do this. I was afraid my wife would come looking for me and catch me cheating, and I'd be finished. But my body's instincts were strong. As I hesitated, I saw the woman next to me start giving the man oral sex.
I thought: "No, I should go back to my wife. This isn't a place to stay. If my wife comes looking for me, the consequences will be unimaginable." Seeing that I was actually leaving, the woman said, "Hey, bro, not done yet? We haven't had our fun yet, why don't you rest a bit and come back later?" I insisted on leaving. The 35-year-old man suddenly spoke up: "Is your room still open? Let's go there, I think this guy's pretty hot, let's have a contest with him." I wasn't sure if he meant a contest or a demonstration, and I was stunned, thinking, "Oh my god, I've run into an old gay guy." I was determined to leave.
"It's open, right up ahead, those are our top girls, they're extra," a bikini-clad girl said.
Hearing there were girls, I felt a little more at ease; so he wasn't going to sleep with me after all.
"Come on, bro, I'll sit on the side, let you have a good time," he said.
This guy was obviously a seasoned pro, probably a regular at places like this. At this point, I started to have second thoughts.
I followed him until we reached a magnificent, opulent hall, more beautifully decorated than the rest of the hotel. I remembered seeing a picture of this hall in the hotel room's service manual; there should have been a maid under each marble pillar. Perhaps we arrived too late; the maids had all gone back to sleep. Only two waiters remained, chatting as they kept watch.
One of them, seeing us, suddenly became formal, greeting us in a coquettish, affected voice, "Good evening, esteemed guests. What can I do for you?"
"Romance," the man replied. This guy was clearly a seasoned pro, a regular here; he even knew the names of the top courtesans.
"They just returned and are now resting."
"Never mind then, no secondhand ones. Call out the girls on duty and let's take a look."
A moment later, five girls came out, their figures even better than the bikini-clad girls, probably all F-cup. And their heights were almost identical, differing by less than a centimeter.
"Brother, choose one," the man said.
"You go first," I politely declined.
Seeing I didn't move, he said, "Keep them all. No one else will come this late."
So the five girls went into the VIP room with us. The room was very nicely decorated, high-class, and the girls were all beautiful. I used my fingers to make one of the girls squirt, but didn't penetrate her, then switched to another one to give me a butt massage.
After an hour, he wanted to book the whole night, but I really had no desire to continue and kept refusing, saying I had to go home. Seeing my insistence on leaving, they let me go.
I returned to my hotel room, and when I saw my wife wasn't there, I panicked. Where was she? What was she doing? My wife had changed into her swimsuit before leaving, without her phone, so I couldn't find her. I called the front desk, and the receptionist said she shouldn't have returned, and promised to look in the entertainment area again. After hanging up the phone, I spent half an hour in anxious anticipation. The image of my wife being hugged by someone kept replaying in my mind. Could my wife be with them? Where were they? What were they doing together? I didn't dare to think any further. Looking back, I felt like a complete idiot. Then I thought about the woman standing at the entrance of the fish spa area. Why did she say my wife had gone home? Why did she smile so contemptuously? And that man's behavior seemed to be stalling me. Could it be that he...?
I seemed to understand something, but I told myself it was just a hypothetical scenario because I was afraid it might be true. I've been in the 69 community for several years and have read many other people's experiences, but all of them were based on mutual consent. This... I didn't dare to think about it anymore, repeatedly telling myself that I was just imagining things. So I picked up the phone again and yelled at the front desk, demanding that the manager be called. The receptionist said the manager was on break, and I yelled at her again.
About twenty minutes later, or maybe half an hour, the doorbell rang briefly, followed by a knock on the door. I thought it was my wife returning, but when I opened the door, it was a man who said he was the manager and had something to discuss with her. I briefly explained the situation, and he told me that their people were calling each entertainment area to see if there were any customers left. He told me to be patient and that they would definitely find her. Seeing that the manager was very helpful and spoke with a firm tone, I trusted him and continued to wait.
After the manager left, I called the front desk every twenty minutes. After two or three calls, another hour passed, and I gradually became impatient. At one point, I picked up the phone and yelled at the front desk, saying to wait another ten minutes, and if they couldn't find her, I would call the police. They probably got scared, because ten minutes later they brought my wife back.
My wife was being carried back by two staff members. She looked very disheveled; she was wearing a bathrobe, and her slippers were gone. The manager said he found her in a corner of the fish spa area, and that she must have fallen and fainted.
After dismissing the staff, I helped my wife onto the bed. Opening the bathrobe, I found nothing underneath, only my wife's frail body. Her vulva was swollen and red, and her legs were covered in bruises. Upon closer inspection, two rows of bruises on her left breast looked like teeth marks. I understand. A long time later, my wife woke up, only saying that her lower body hurt. I gently touched it with my finger, and she winced in pain; it was obvious that it was torn inside. I
should probably stop here. To be honest, I don't know the details of my wife's sexual intercourse; she won't say. But I roughly know from our conversations. I'm hesitating whether to continue writing. I want to, but if I continue, it won't be based on my own experience; it will only be based on my imagination. I feel like if I continue, it will turn into an erotic novel.
The above is the main storyline, all based on what I saw and heard. Actually, the story ends here. I've tried to elaborate on my wife's experience, continuing to write a little more based on her account and our speculations.
The following narrative is based on what my wife said. Due to sadness and anger, she spoke very little to me, and what she said was very disorganized. I grasped most of the details through a long conversation. It also includes my own speculations, assumptions, or perhaps wishful thinking. I hope everyone won't just laugh it off; I hope you will leave your comments, your sympathy, and your encouragement to support us through this difficult time.
Their Story:
During our massages, men and women were separated. My wife went to a room with four other women, all getting full-body massages. Later, because my wife didn't like saunas, she went to a next room with another woman (the one I hadn't noticed at first).
Then, the older woman, who was actually the madam, came in and spoke to the other women. She implied that she would have him serve us (me and the strong man) while she and my wife went to entertain three young men (later confirmed to be very influential; the strong man was their driver and bodyguard, and they were the group we saw getting off the GMC).
After the older woman finished speaking, they left together. A little while later, the older woman came back to find my wife, asking which district she was from and when she arrived. (In fact, these guys were there for fun. They booked the whole place, but since it was late and there were no girls left, they asked the manager to find some. Later, the two bikini-clad girls turned out to be prostitutes, and my wife, who went in before them, was also mistaken for one. Tragic.)
My wife didn't understand what she meant, and the older woman seemed a bit bewildered. She probably realized the woman in front of her was just an ordinary tourist, but she couldn't afford to offend the young men, so she went along with it. Later, when I was checking out, I heard that someone had asked about our room, and it must have been this older woman. She saw the room key in my wife's bathrobe pocket, asked if we had a group deal, and then knew we were poor, which is why she dared to take advantage of my wife. It was truly despicable.
After the massage, the staff gave my wife a drink, saying it was to replenish minerals or something. My wife, not being suspicious, drank it down. When we got to the fish spa area, her body started to heat up. Is there really such a thing as an aphrodisiac? That despicable older woman, it must have been her idea again. I remembered her contemptuous smile. In the fish
spa area, three young men, an older woman, and my wife were soaking together. Soon, my wife's body couldn't take it anymore and she started to feel hot. The young men began groping and taking advantage of her. My wife said she had warned them and even begged for help, but it was no use. Yes, how could it be of any use? They had her figured out, poor wife.
My wife's will was very strong; I know she's a loyal and good wife. It was precisely based on this trust between husband and wife that I had the excited and wicked idea of swapping. I think if a couple is suspicious of each other and has no feelings for each other, they wouldn't dare participate in swapping at all. Even if they did, it would only hasten the demise of their marriage because their marriage has no foundation.
Getting back to the point, my wife overcame the effects of the aphrodisiac and, seeing that their actions were becoming increasingly extreme (reportedly, they had lifted her swimsuit, exposing her breasts, and a hand was reaching down), she tried to break free and escape their clutches. Later, the three young men couldn't hold her down any longer and brought in the older woman, who then took advantage of her again. They started to become violent, holding my wife down and covering her mouth. The last thing my wife remembered was the sound of her swimsuit being torn open at the bottom, followed by her legs being spread apart. She desperately kicked away the hand that was grabbing her right foot, but they held her down again. They then found the medicine, covered her mouth and nose with a towel, and she immediately lost consciousness.
My wife doesn't know what happened after that. Her body was being abused at will. The three guys definitely penetrated her, because it's unlikely there were condoms in the fish spa area, and besides, they knew she was a respectable woman and unlikely to have any diseases. They certainly didn't use condoms; she was being sexually assaulted. My wife felt like fish were being put inside her—it was disgusting.
Later, my wife said another man came, very strong, wrapped her in several bathrobes, and carried her to another place. I'm sure it was that strong man; they were definitely in cahoots. What was supposed to be a feast for a few thugs and prostitutes turned into a tragedy because of our involvement—a tragedy for us.
Later, they carried my wife to a GMC van, a large van that could easily seat several people. My wife said there was a sex chair in the van, and many vibrators and SM equipment. She said they tied her up and hung her in mid-air, also strapped to the sex chair. Besides penetration, it seems her anus was also invaded. My wife remembers the guys discussing whether to penetrate her anus; someone said it might cause a death, so they gave up. Later, someone (probably their leader or the oldest) said, "We paid 4800, let the brothers have some fun." Ten minutes later, several more boys around 20 years old arrived. With so many people, things got messy. My wife said something definitely went into her anus; she didn't know if it was a person or a vibrator.
Finally, the older woman came to report that someone was looking for my wife. They replied, "Let's play a little longer." After a while, the older woman came again; they still wouldn't let my wife go. The older woman came three or four times in total; I guess she was afraid something bad would happen.
Finally, the strong man couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Alright, alright, let her go back. Be careful things don't escalate." When my wife told me this, I asked her if the strong man had harassed her. My wife was very angry, glared at me, and said, "With so many people, how would I know?" From the fish spa area to the car, I calculated that my wife had been harassed by them for about three hours.
After we got home, my wife mentioned the GMC incident. I specifically drove to that hotel to try and remember the license plate number, but when I got there, the car was already gone. My wife's vagina was cleaned by them, but there should still be some residue. We didn't dare go to the hospital to retrieve it; we just kept a little bit, thinking we'd have evidence in case the police were called. We've been hesitant about calling the police. My wife wants to protect herself and punish them through the law. My wife comes from a respectable family; her uncle has considerable influence and could easily handle a few rich kids. But I'm afraid. I'm afraid everyone will know I've been cuckolded, afraid I won't be able to face my relatives and friends, and afraid my future will be hindered. Besides, I was in the hotel at the time; I failed to protect my wife. What I fear most is losing our marriage, losing my wife. I love her, I still love her, I can forgive her, and I can forget this damned thing.
Afterwards, my wife apologized, but I know it's me who wronged her. I know she also blames me, blames me for being greedy, blames me for not protecting her. But she didn't say that; I know she's also trying to maintain our marriage. She has always loved me, and I still love her. I firmly believe this love will accompany us further. (The End)

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