The wife of a gym trainer was gang-raped.

My wife is a manager at a large company. She's almost 30, but because she looks so young, she looks like she's in
her mid-twenties. Her skin, though a bit tan, is very clean and clear. Her features are quite standard. At 1.6
meters tall, she's not very tall, and weighing only 82 pounds, she looks very thin, but her figure is quite well-proportioned. Her B-cup breasts and
slightly full hips accentuate the graceful figure unique to a 30-year-old woman. Because she only weighs 82 pounds, her legs are also very long,
a classic golden ratio. Whenever she goes in or out of the neighborhood wearing a dress and stockings,
she gets a lot of attention. Every time I see her off to work, I have a strange feeling. I'm always afraid that some bad man will take
a liking to her, yet I also secretly hope to hear or see some information about her being sexually harassed. Perhaps this is what they call cuckoldry;
it seems like 80% of men have this strange fetish.

As summer drew to a close and autumn approached, my wife suddenly became obsessed with yoga and fitness with her colleagues. Every Tuesday
and Friday, she would go to the gym behind our apartment complex. I'd always heard rumors that the muscular instructors at gyms often
had affairs with the female students, which made me a little nervous. But since she was with her colleagues, I felt reassured.

That day, on my way home from work, I happened to pass by the gym and decided to check it out. My wife
was doing yoga with a large group of people, mostly young women like my wife. There were also two men awkwardly
performing the poses, which made me chuckle a little.

Everyone seemed to be working out properly, but what was interesting was that the instructor was a man, quite muscular,
about 180cm tall, who could easily perform many difficult yoga poses. He would even occasionally help the students
with their form. Although there was some physical contact, it was always subtle and professional. I didn't think much of it,
figuring my wife should have her own life and space, so I stopped going to check on her.

After practicing for over a month, my wife suddenly told me one day that the coach wanted her to come over on Sunday nights
to practice with a male student. He said they were both very talented and he would teach them a set of very aesthetically pleasing movements, record
a video, and if they did well, they could compete in the city. My wife has always wanted to make a professional breakthrough in yoga
because she has a great figure and good flexibility. The coach also gave my wife a workout outfit, saying she should wear it
to ; nothing else was needed. It was a standard leotard. Actually, it was
a semi-transparent, one-piece swimsuit-like garment. Calling it a "suit" was really just a piece of cloth to cover her private parts; her back was
almost completely exposed. When I saw this outfit, my blood boiled, and a surge of heat rushed to my penis. I thought to myself,
what the hell is this bastard coach trying to do by having my wife dressed like this?

"Honey, this dress is too small to wear underwear."

"Yeah, but..." I was about to encourage my wife to wear it, since I had my own little scheme in mind.

"Honey, I have an idea. I can wear stockings. First, they'll cover me up, and second, the instructor won't be able to touch my private parts
so easily."

I've always been a stocking fetishist, and as soon as my wife suggested stockings, I immediately agreed.

"Honey, great idea! I'll find you a pair right away!" I said, pulling out a pair of my treasured stockings—
2D ultra-thin seamless, with transparent toes and no seams at the crotch; it was all one piece. It was a very skin-toned color,
without any felt incredibly smooth to the touch, like touching a baby's skin! After my wife put it on, my
penis instantly became 200% erect, almost bursting through my pants!

"Honey, look at you, so lecherous!" my wife said coquettishly.

"Hehe, what can I do? You're so beautiful. Remember not to let the instructor take advantage of you."

"Don't worry, I'll protect myself,"

she replied. With that, my wife put on her usual dress and went out, wearing ultra-thin, beautiful stockings with tiny, invisible areola covers
underneath (to prevent her nipples from showing through her workout clothes). She was wearing
the workout outfit the instructor had given her.

I thought to myself, I absolutely cannot trust the instructor in this situation. I must go with her to protect her, just in case…
I can step in immediately!

Arriving at the gym, I found it closed today. Only four instructors were playing cards outside. I walked straight
down the corridor to the yoga studio entrance. The door was ajar. I peered inside and saw my wife, dressed only in a sexy
workout outfit with her back to me. The outfit was flesh-colored, and against the flesh-colored stockings, she looked practically naked.
My wife seemed a little reserved, sitting cross-legged, clearly uncomfortable. The instructor and another man were also
sitting cross-legged, wearing only tight pants that looked like underwear. The fitness instructor's muscles were incredibly defined,
with abs , and impressively muscular biceps. Even I, a man, felt a little intimidated. If this man wanted to
have sex with my wife, he could simply pull down the crotch of her workout clothes, tear open her stockings, and penetrate her easily; I might not even
be able to beat him.

After a brief chat, they started doing yoga. The instructor turned on some music, brought out two yoga
balls, and had my wife and the man lie flat on the balls, supporting themselves with their hands and legs.

Although my wife easily achieved the pose, her entire body resembled a bridge, her shapely
legs in stockings at a 90-degree angle to the ground, her entire genitals clearly visible to the instructor. The workout clothes were already
semi-transparent , and the stockings were ultra-thin, making the dark area between my wife's legs look hazy yet sexy!
Her two B-cup breasts lay flat, as if they were about to slip off the sides of the workout clothes. I noticed the areola stickers had
slipped down to the side of her clothes, and about a third of her breasts were trembling whitely outside. My wife seemed aware of this,
but because she was bracing herself with her hands on the ground, she could

n't stop them from slipping down. The man seemed unsure how to do the pose; the instructor told him to wait and watch how my wife
did it. Two men immediately surrounded my wife, pointing out the correct positions and range of motion for certain key areas, nodding and
commenting intermittently. The instructor even occasionally touched my wife's legs,
which were covered in stockings. I could clearly see that both men's underwear was bulging!

Later I learned that the instructor and this man were both stocking fetishists; seeing my wife
wearing was perfect for them! This was a complete stocking fetish club! They specialized in taking advantage of respectable young women
!

My wife was doing the yoga ball pose with ease, but tragically, her clothes were
slipping down her sides, revealing her breasts. While the instructor was instructing the male student on the correct placement of her stockings, her right
breast suddenly slipped out, and her nipple cover also slipped off, leaving her full, white breast hanging loosely on her right side, pink and delicate.
Her nipples were already hard, exposed to the two men who could no longer resist their desires. The wife let out a
soft moan, attracting their attention. The instructor immediately came over and supported her breasts, his fingers intentionally or
unintentionally touching her nipples as he helped her put her breasts back under her clothes. However, the instructor
secretly tossed the nipple covers aside.

"Are you alright? Are your clothes too big?" the instructor politely inquired.

"Mmm...mmm," the wife stammered, her face flushed crimson, never having felt so embarrassed. She had also forgotten she didn't have nipple
covers; dressed like this, what difference was there between her and not wearing any?

The male trainees remained silent, staring intently at the wife's breasts. The instructor moved to the other side and also helped support the wife's
left breast, which was about to slip out, and casually removed the nipple cover, which the wife also failed to notice. This beautiful young woman
in stockings was now completely naked, her nipples hard and erect, constantly teasing the two
burly men.

After instructing the male student on the lower body exercises, the instructor began guiding him on the upper body exercises, frequently urging him
to touch his wife's breasts and waist. The male student was initially hesitant, but his actions gradually became
more blatant. He would pull on his wife's workout clothes around her waist, causing
her breasts to slip down. Soon, he achieved his goal; both of her breasts were exposed simultaneously. His
wife tensed up, but it was too late. The male student had already grabbed her right breast,
pinching the nipple with two fingers and shaking it incessantly. His wife cried out and fell off the ball, landing on
the yoga mat.

The male student swiftly grabbed her other breast, similarly pinching and manipulating the nipple.
His wife now in a state of sexual harassment. I watched, my blood boiling, wanting to rush in and help, but my inner thoughts held
me back. The wife was startled by the sudden attack and quickly tried to block with her hands. The male trainee skillfully pinned
her hands down, fixing them above her head, and sat down heavily. The wife immediately lost her ability to
resist. The trainee continued to grab and fondle her breasts.

At this moment, the instructor also joined in, grabbing the wife's two silk-stockinged legs and hoisting them onto his shoulders, kissing her legs incessantly
, from toes to insteps, from calves to thighs, from left to right. The wife was rendered
powerless , yet she still struggled, softly crying "No!" But the more the woman resisted,
the more excited the man became. After kissing her legs, the instructor reached between her legs, grabbed the crotch of the gym's top,
and gently tugged—it broke! The top was truly made of paper! The wife's genitals were immediately exposed. Despite wearing silk stockings,
they were completely seamless and ultra-thin, making her a hundred times more sexy than if she weren't wearing anything at all! Her labia were slightly red, and her juices
were already flowing between her thighs; the wife was already aroused!

"Such beautiful legs in stockings! I've never been with such a pretty chick in stockings before! This little slut! I've wanted to fuck you
for so long , today I'll fuck you to my heart's content!" The coach said as he ripped open the stockings. The coach was a stocking fetishist,
and seeing such beautiful stockings, he couldn't bear to damage them too much, so he only tore a small hole, just
wide and then stopped tearing!

Seeing that the coach had already ripped open his pants, the male student immediately pulled his shirt up, and the entire gym outfit
was ripped off smoothly. Instantly, his wife was left only with a pair of extremely beautiful stockings. The male student grabbed
his wife's left breast with one hand and sucked hard on her right nipple! At this moment, the coach hung his wife's left leg on his shoulder, and
her right leg was pressed under his buttocks. One finger was pressed against his wife's clitoris, and the other finger was already inserted into his wife
's vagina, searching for something. His wife was being groped like this, sucking her breasts and poking her clitoris.
Although she was still resisting, she was obviously enjoying it immensely, and occasionally let out soft moans.

Suddenly, the instructor seemed to notice something and began violently pulling his fingers in and out of her vagina! He was also constantly
hooking something with his fingers. I suddenly realized he was stimulating my wife's G-spot! My wife was also being stimulated and moaning repeatedly.
After a few minutes of vigorous thrusting, my wife suddenly screamed "Ahhh!" and trembled all over. Even the male trainee couldn't hold her down. My wife had
actually orgasmed! The coach, incredibly excited, thrust faster and faster. Suddenly, a gush of clear fluid shot from his wife's vagina,
landing entirely on his face. He roared,

"Ah, this slut's almost 30 and she can still get wet! Watch me fuck you to death today!" With that,
he adjusted his position, lifting one leg to his waist and stroking his body with his stockings. He used
his hand to spread her legs wider, revealing her vagina clearly. Her tender labia
were still trembling from the recent orgasm. He immediately inserted three fingers, continuing his vigorous thrusting,
rotating them as he went. His wife cried out again, and within a minute, she climaxed again, another gush of clear fluid
shooting out, this time even more, soaking her stockings and making them cling to her buttocks,
making her look even more sexy!

The coach had brought his wife to orgasm twice in five minutes with his fingers, and was now incredibly excited. He suddenly stood up, threw off
his underwear, and revealed a huge, erect penis, a full 25 centimeters long! Three fingers wide! My wife had never seen anything so big
before , and she was terrified. She broke free from the male student and ran towards the yoga studio entrance. I was in a hurry to get out
of there when the instructor caught up with her from behind, grabbed her breasts with both hands, and kissed
her ear passionately.

"You're not leaving here today unless I fuck you good, little girl!"

Seeing that she couldn't escape, my wife could only struggle desperately. The pleasure from her two orgasms was still fresh in her mind, and her body was still
a little weak. But the instructor became more and more vigorous. He lifted my wife's stockinged buttocks and thrust his thick penis into her
honey hole !

"Ah! You...you..." my wife screamed. The feeling of her vagina being filled with a huge penis was something she had never
experienced before. There was a little pain, but more than that, there was satisfaction and pleasure! The instructor's penis was so long that each time it reached
my wife's cervix, there was still a part that hadn't fully entered. Every time her cervix was violated, my wife would let out a soft moan
. Because she was afraid of disturbing the instructors outside, my wife always suppressed her moans.

"You better scream! Otherwise, I'll fuck you until you scream!" the coach threatened his wife while he was fucking her.
His wife was being rapidly penetrated, and while he was thrusting, he grabbed her breasts with both hands and vigorously
flicked her nipples, while the male trainee pulled out a DV camera and started filming!

His wife panicked and tried to break free again, attempting to grab the DV camera from the trainee's hand—wasn't that just foolish?
"Wife, are you out of your mind from being fucked?" The male trainee, seeing this was perfect, threw down the DV camera, grabbed his wife's waist, pinned her hands down
with one hand, and buried his head in her breasts, kissing her fiercely. The wife, not expecting
to fall into the tiger's den again, was about to struggle when the instructor came up again, forcefully spreading her legs, squatting down,
lifting one of her silk-stockinged legs onto his shoulder, and once again inserting three fingers into her honey hole, beginning to thrust violently. The poor
wife 's G-spot was violated once more. The instructor kissed his wife's silk-stockinged leg as he thrust, thoroughly enjoying himself!

After being vigorously thrust into by the coach about a hundred times, my wife reached another climax, and a gush of clear fluid spurted out again.
Seeing this, the coach thrust even harder into her G-spot. My wife immediately lost all strength,
collapsing into the male student's arms like a jelly. Seeing my wife's incredible pleasure, the coach gave the male student a look, and the student
immediately wrapped his arms around my wife's breasts and lifted her up. The coach then lifted my wife's
two shapely legs, draped them around his waist, and supported her buttocks with his hands. My wife seemed to realize something, struggling and moaning,

"No, no!"

"I'm only just beginning. I won't stop until you call me 'husband,' hahaha," the coach lewdly
laughed , and as he spoke, he thrust his large penis into my wife's still-dripping vagina. My wife was thus
held up by two men, being violently thrust into in mid-air! I watched from outside, thoroughly enjoying myself, watching my wife's shapely legs swinging in the air.
I pulled down my pants and started masturbating!

The coach, holding his wife's stockinged legs, thrust in and out with satisfaction. Each thrust hit her cervix, and
she moaned, her face showing enjoyment, saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth. After about ten minutes
of vigorous thrusting, a wave of pleasure washed over her, her breathing became rapid, and her moans grew louder. Seeing that she was about to climax again
, the coach increased the speed and force of his thrusts. Thud... thud... thud... each thrust went deep inside, each impact
hitting her genitals.

"Ah... ah!" she cried out, unable to hold back any longer, a powerful climax washing over her. Her juices
flowed down her buttocks. The coach, satisfied, thrust for another three minutes. Her climax lasted a full half minute before the coach
grabbed her waist and lifted her from the male student's arms. With her arms around
the coach's neck and his arms around her legs and stockinged buttocks, he held her tightly and
began to fuck her again!

The wife, weighing only 82 pounds, was easily and vigorously fucked by the 180cm tall, muscular coach. In this position,
her breasts were almost pressed against the coach's chest, and each thrust caused her nipples to rub against his.
The coach, incredibly excited by the friction, adjusted the position of his large penis, making it press against her G-spot
like !

"Ah!" the wife gasped, feeling another storm about to break. Sensing her pleasure, the coach
immediately assumed a horse stance, lifting her buttocks and thrusting up and down! The wife's sweet spot, with her G-spot directly pressed
against , was constantly stimulated, causing her to drool with pleasure. Her hands gripped the coach's back tightly, leaving
red marks. The coach, feeling the stinging pain, became even more energetic, pulling her legs closer and thrusting even harder!

After only a few dozen thrusts, the wife ejaculated again, flowing down the large penis!

"Ah, ah, ah, ah!" My wife's cries grew louder with each thrust, this time reaching
a G-spot climax from the massive penis, straight to the peak of excitement. I saw her two silk-stockinged legs twitching uncontrollably,
her toes curled tightly in the sheer stockings! It was clear she was experiencing unprecedented pleasure!

Seeing my wife reach such a climax, the coach began another round of frenzied thrusting, *plop plop plop*! The frequent
, high-speed friction and the overwhelming pleasure made the coach feel a surge of heat rushing towards his penis!

"Ah, ah, ah, I'm going to cum! I'll fuck you to death, you little slut!" The coach couldn't help but roar,

"No! No!"

But just as my wife was screaming, the coach ejaculated a stream of hot, thick semen into her vagina, almost hitting
her cervix . My wife, also reaching the climax of intercourse, clung to the coach's shoulder like a dead crab, unable to move!
The coach, having finished ejaculating, didn't put his wife down, nor did his large penis soften. He
continued her towards the door!

His wife, seeing the coach carrying her towards the gym outside the yoga room, panicked and cried out,

"No! Put me down! You've had your fill! Please put me down!"

"Was it good?" the coach demanded

. "..." His wife remained silent for a moment, then the coach was already in the hallway.

"Good... Is that enough? Please don't go out!"

"Call me husband!" the coach said, continuing to fuck his wife as they walked. His

wife gasped, "How can this be!"

"Then don't blame me!" Just then, the coach carried his wife, who was only wearing stockings, into
the gym , followed by a male student carrying a DV camera!

"Brothers, come help! This little slut is tough and wet, one of us can't satisfy her!
"

"Ah? No! That's enough, really enough!" the wife shouted urgently.

The four coaches who were playing cards had actually been waiting for a while, and were getting impatient. But since the coaches inside
hadn't come out yet, as soon as they saw the wife being carried out, they were all full of energy. They quickly stripped off her clothes,
each holding a huge penis, each 25 centimeters long. The tallest coach was 190
centimeters tall, with a penis over 30 centimeters long and as thick as a fist. When it was erect, it looked like a thick stun baton,
enough to stun every girl she had fucked! This guy was long-limbed and the fastest. He
snatched the wife from the coach's hands, holding her ribs with one hand and the curves of her stockinged legs with the other,
holding her tightly like an eagle snatching a chick, burying his head in her chest and sucking her nipples! Several other coaches came over,
some kissing her lips, some kissing her nipples, some kissing her legs, some grabbing her buttocks! The petite wife was truly being played
with by these giants, and she had no will to resist!

After kissing her nipples for a while, Coach 190 grabbed one of her stockinged legs and turned her upside down,
arranging her in a 69 position while standing. Her entire vulva was exposed to his mouth. This guy was kissing
her clitoris intensely while his hands were frantically grabbing her stockinged thighs. Seeing this, another coach pried open the wife
's mouth and shoved it into Coach 190's large penis. The wife was forced to perform oral sex on Coach 190.
190 seemed particularly sensitive, kissing his wife's clitoris even more intensely, bringing her to another orgasm!
After a while of intense 69, the other instructors couldn't resist and grabbed his wife's legs. Two instructors grabbed her
silky thighs, nibbling and kissing them, while two others grabbed her breasts and kissed them wildly. 190 freed himself and thrust into his wife's
vagina! His penis was so thick; halfway in, it touched her cervix. His wife screamed; the feeling of being kissed
so intensely was indescribable! Even though he could only insert halfway, 190 still felt incredibly good, continuing
to thrust. Perhaps his penis was slightly off-center, because he touched his wife's G-spot again!

"Ah, ah, ah, here we go again."

"I'm going to fuck you until you're wet." 190 grinned lewdly, "Serves you right for being so resilient."

"These legs are really beautiful, even more fucking beautiful in stockings, I really want to fuck them to death." Another coach
said while kissing the legs,

"Yeah, these stockings are still unsewn, so fucking sexy, it's my turn to fuck them later, I have to
fuck them for an hour!" These coaches are all stocking fetishists, my wife has really fallen into a wolf's den this time!

After about ten minutes of vigorous thrusting, his wife experienced another orgasm, spurting out clear fluid that covered
his face . He had never seen this before and assumed she had urinated. Enraged, he yelled, "I'll fuck you to death
! You peed all over my face! I'll fuck you to death!" He snatched his wife from one of the other instructors, grabbed her
silk-stockinged buttocks, and, like holding a chick, began thrusting into her again. His wife continued to ejaculate
, and seeing her repeated orgasms, he became incredibly excited and couldn't resist ejaculating a thick stream of semen into her vagina
!

After ejaculating, he put his wife down, slumped to the ground, and kept shouting, "So good!"
Another instructor immediately took his wife, lifted her silk-stockinged legs, aimed his large penis at her vagina, and continued
thrusting into her. His wife's G-spot was stimulated again, and she ejaculated wildly, further stimulating the instructor to thrust even
harder !

Just then, one of the coaches came over and grabbed the wife's breasts from behind,
kneading them vigorously. With his other hand, he tore her stockings even wider, all the way down to her buttocks, his fingers
rubbing her anus along with her vaginal fluid.

"No, no!" the wife seemed to realize, but it was too late. The coach grabbed his
penis and thrust it into her anus with a "plop!

" "Ah!" This time, the wife screamed in agony, almost fainting.
Something was being taken that very night! Hearing her reaction, the guy became even more enthusiastic, thrusting violently. Because her
anus was very tight, he ejaculated a thick stream of semen into her intestines in less than two minutes!

And so it went, round after round, the wife being held and fucked, lifted and fucked, fucked by five coaches taking turns,
relentlessly fucking her until 2 a.m., a full six hours. She squirted and ejaculated no less than 20 times, with
countless . The wife was almost completely exhausted!

At 4 AM, four coaches had already gone to sleep, but one coach was still slowly
penetrating . My wife was moaning rhythmically, offering no resistance.

At 5 AM, another coach got up and continued penetrating my wife. The only constant was that my wife was still
enjoying herself, her beautiful, sexy legs in stockings raised high in the air. Meanwhile, the male student was filming
the entire process on a DV camera.

That night, my wife didn't go home, and neither did I. I walked
for a long time how I should face this situation. When my wife finally came home at 8 AM, she
made up some excuse and went to bed. But I knew everything that had happened the night before… except that when she came back,
she wasn't wearing those beautiful flesh-colored stockings anymore. I didn't ask anything because I didn't want to put her in a difficult position. I
knew this wasn't her choice. But I don't know if she'll ever go back to the gym.

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