Wife's Travel and Big Hybrid

Chapter 1 Becoming an Official (Part 1)

Sleeping at night, I held my wife in my left arm and her best friend Yuanyuan in my right.
Yuanyuan and my wife met at a tutoring class; they shared similar interests and both enjoyed having casual sex with men.

Yuanyuan's hometown wasn't in the city, and she didn't own a house there, so she lived with us, which gave me the perfect opportunity.

Early morning.

Xiaohui was making breakfast in the kitchen.

Yuanyuan was beneath me, licking my penis, giving me a "morning wake-up call.

" "Brother Xiong, I'm going back to my hometown in a couple of days."

"Great, go back to see your parents, but I'll miss you."

"What's there to miss? It's not like I'm not coming back."

"Hey, I'll miss your little mouth, giving me a morning wake-up call every day."
"Then I'll serve you well today." Yuanyuan's tongue skillfully circled my glans, the tip lightly teasing the urethral opening, making me moan with pleasure.

"You little slut, your skills are getting better and better."

"My skills aren't as good as yours, sister. She licks men more often."
"You mean my wife?"

"Who else could it be?" My heart skipped a beat. I imagined my wife sluttyly lying between other men's legs, sucking their dicks. I was so excited that I couldn't contain myself. I raised my penis and thrust it deep into Yuanyuan's throat.

"Yuanyuan, how many days are you going back to your hometown this time?"

"A few months, I guess.

" "What are you going to do?

" "I'm going to help my mom run for village committee secretary."

"That's great!" "What's so great about it

? I'll have to offer myself up again."

"What do you mean?" Yuanyuan sighed. "Every time my mom gets promoted, it's because we exchanged our bodies for it. I remember last time, we were almost raped by all the men in the village, and we almost got fucked by the village dogs too."

"Your village is so chaotic! Why does your mom still want to be an official?"
"For fame, that's her fetish. She likes to save face, to be a high-ranking official."

"What face is there if she gets fucked by the whole village?"

"She doesn't care. When she's being fucked, she gets excited, screaming like a sow in heat."

"And what about your dad? Doesn't he do anything about it?"

"He divorced my mom when I was very young. My mom said that men in the world don't know how to cherish someone. Before marriage, they treat you like a treasure, but after a while, they treat you like dirt. So she started an affair with the village chief, initially wanting to spite my dad, but she didn't expect him to divorce her directly." I thought to myself, this woman is so foolish. Even if she's angry, she shouldn't act recklessly.

Yuanyuan: "After my mom got involved with the village chief, she became obsessed with becoming an official and had relationships with more and more men in the village. She didn't care, saying that it didn't matter who slept with her, as long as she could get promoted. In the morning, she was a rich lady, famous and wealthy; at night, she was a prostitute, experiencing orgasms repeatedly. Others would love to have this kind of life." I thought to myself, Yuanyuan's mom is really open-minded. But then again, Yuanyuan's mom's thinking is quite similar to my wife's.

Me: "Yuanyuan, when we go back this time, do you want Xiaohui and me to help you?" Yuanyuan's eyes lit up, and she said, "Sure, if Brother Xiong agrees, I want Sister Xiaohui to join me and Mom."

"You mean... you also want my wife to be messed with by your whole village?"
"Yes, let Sister Xiaohui, my mom, and me be prostitutes together, Brother Xiong, are you willing?" Yuanyuan winked at me, wiggled her buttocks, climbed on top of me, and sat on my hard penis with her open pussy. Her

wet, tight, plump pussy enveloped my shaft, and her juices moistened our joined parts. I squeezed Yuanyuan's two plump buttocks with both hands, and like riding a horse, I moved my buttocks up and down in sync with her movements.

"Ah...ah...ah, Xiong-ge, is it comfortable?"

"Comfortable! Comfortable."

"Promise me, let Sister Xiaohui come back with me. I want you to watch her get gang-raped." I said excitedly, "Promise, promise, I love watching you two sluts get played to death."

"Hey, husband, who are you saying is going to get played to death?" I turned around and saw my wife standing by the bed, her face alluring. She lifted her leg, straddled the bed, jumped over my head, and squatted on my face with her buttocks. "Husband, breakfast is ready." My wife's two plump labia slowly parted in front of me, and a white, tender egg squeezed out of her vagina. It fell into my open mouth along with her vaginal fluid. I gently bit into it. The taste was both slutty and fragrant, intoxicating.

My wife laughed lasciviously, "Is it good?"

"Slutty enough! Flavorful enough!" A few days later.

My wife and I took a long leave and went back to our hometown with Yuanyuan.

On the way, we passed by a small shop.

Yuanyuan specially picked out several pairs of stockings, some lace, some fishnet, and some open-crotch pantyhose. She said that the men there liked women dressed provocatively.

I said, men are all the same everywhere.

We'll take the train first, then transfer to a long-distance bus.

The long-distance bus takes eight hours.

My wife, Yuanyuan, and I sat in the last row of the bus.

It was late at night.

Most people in the carriage were asleep.

Yuanyuan couldn't sleep, so she put her hand on my crotch and stroked it back and forth. "Ah, Xiong-ge, I get so excited just thinking about getting home soon."

"I'm excited too, I want to see you and Xiaohui being violated soon."
"Ah, Xiong-ge, I want you."

"Do it on the bus?"

"Come on." Yuanyuan took off her panties, lifted her skirt, climbed onto my seat, and straddled me.

I let out a long breath and said, "You're really brave."
"What's so special about that? There are even braver ones in the village." Yuanyuan's plump buttocks swayed up and down, her tight vagina sucking on my penis.

I peeled off Yuanyuan's top and sucked on her breasts, asking, "Aren't you afraid of being seen?" She gently shook her head, thrusting out her chest and putting her nipples into my mouth.

"Honey, I want some too." It was my wife's voice. She seemed aroused by our lovemaking.

Yuanyuan wiggled her hips and hugged me tightly, saying, "We're full." My wife looked at me seductively and said in a coquettish voice, "I want some." Yuanyuan wiggled her hips, her pussy gurgling as it sucked on my penis, moaning, "There's more than just Brother Xiong in the carriage." My wife took my hand and called to me softly and affectionately, her bright eyes full of spring, like a female dog in heat.

I pretended not to see her.

"Honey, shall I go find someone else?" My wife bit her lip and murmured.

I nodded.

My wife was stunned for a moment, as if she didn't believe I would agree, but then she blushed and turned around. There was a man dressed in a decent way next to her.

Yuanyuan looked at my wife with a mischievous smile.

I said, "Let's keep it quiet. I want to see what Xiaohui does." My wife gently pushed the man, and he opened his eyes, seeing my wife smiling at him in a daze.

"What are you doing?" His wife gestured for him to whisper, then slowly reached down from his thigh to his crotch.

The man flinched. "Are you a prostitute?" His wife, startled, glanced at me furtively, her expression suggesting she was being mistaken for one. Then, blushing, she nodded to the man.

The man stroked his chin, scrutinizing her carefully before a satisfied expression appeared on his face. He then nudged a young man next door with his elbow.

The young man woke up and saw his wife rubbing his partner's penis.
The man said to the young man, "Want to play together?" The young man rubbed his eyes, glanced at his wife, and his eyes lit up with lust. He said, "Come on." His wife seemed surprised that there were two people and panicked a little. She said, "I only want one." The man said, "You're being picky as a prostitute. I'll give you extra money later." His wife said, "Keep your voice down." The man and the young man chuckled lewdly and pulled his wife into their arms.

The man pressed his wife's head between his legs and took out his penis, stuffing it into her mouth.

"Ugh..." The young man lifted his wife's long skirt from behind and pulled her panties down to her ankles.

"You're so slutty, your panties are so small."

"Look at your delicate skin, you're from the city, right?" His wife said, "Yes." "

How did you come to the countryside to become a prostitute?" His wife thought for a moment and said, "I like it." The man chuckled lewdly and said to his companion, "Take off all her clothes."

"Ugh, no, someone will see us." His wife resisted.
"You like it, don't you?" The two men stripped his wife naked.

My wife covered her chest with one hand and her genitals with the other, seemingly both nervous and shy, leaning against the two men, clinging tightly to them.

Yuanyuan: "Sister Xiaohui, you're so bold, so shameless." I watched the men ravage my wife while excitedly fucking Yuanyuan.

The two men were so engrossed in playing with my wife that they didn't notice Yuanyuan and me watching.

One of them made my wife perform oral sex, while the other penetrated her from behind.
"Ugh..." The car bumped along the way.

My wife was sandwiched between the two men, her round, fleshy buttocks rising and falling between their hips. Her face was flushed, her expression a mixture of shame and extreme excitement, trembling as she was fucked.

The men changed positions; one continued to thrust into my wife's juicy pussy, while the other shoved into her anus through the gap.

"Ugh! Wow!" My wife almost screamed, quickly covering her mouth with her hands.

She sat half-upright on the ground, her muscles clenched, her buttocks trembling violently as if they couldn't withstand the two men's fierce assault. Like a building about to collapse in an earthquake, her large breasts bounced up and down in front of her, like two fleeing rabbits.

Her body trembled more and more violently, and she instinctively reached out to grab the back of the chair in front of her, her palms slick with sweat. Her buttocks were raised high, and her juices flowed like a small river from between her and the men's joined flesh.

Yuanyuan: "Sister is so horny."

"Are you horny or is she horny?"

"Of course, Sister Hui." Watching my wife's lewd act made my blood boil, and I thrust my penis forcefully into Yuanyuan's plump hole.

"Oh! I'm going to cum, twist your ass harder." The man growled as he slapped his wife's plump buttocks.

My wife, like a mare, responded to her master's call, twisting her slender waist and lifting her plump buttocks. Her vulva, with a "plop, plop," swallowed and released the man's penis, her labia opening and closing, fluttering in the air like butterflies.

"Ugh!" Suddenly, my wife leaned down and hugged the man's neck, her beautiful face contorted, her teeth biting her lip, trying her best to suppress her moans. Her vulva and anus tightly gripped the two penises, sucking out their semen...

The sky gradually brightened.

The bus arrived at the station.

I gently nudged Yuan Yuan, who was sleeping in my arms, awake. "We're here." Yuan Yuan slowly opened her eyes, stretching like a lazy cat.

I wanted to wake my wife again, but I found that the two men had woken her before me.
My wife had put her skirt back on and sat between the two men, looking like they were their wives.

I felt a little jealous.

Yuan Yuan: "Let's get off first." I hesitated for a while, then finally got off the bus with Yuan Yuan.

Passengers gradually disembarked, mostly simply dressed farmers, with only a few couples who seemed to be tourists.

The driver squatted by the roadside smoking, waiting for everyone to get off.

Yuanyuan and I stood outside the bus, waiting for about 10 minutes.

Me: "Why isn't Xiaohui coming down yet?" Yuanyuan: "Let's get our luggage."
"Getting luggage doesn't take that long." Yuanyuan walked to the back window, near where we had been sitting, patted the window, and called out, "Sister Xiaohui, Sister Xiaohui." The window slowly opened, and my wife stuck her head out. I noticed her expression was strange; her hands were gripping the window railing, and her body seemed to be being jolted forward from behind.

My wife bit her lip, and said in a groan, "You...you guys go ahead, I'll come find you later." Yuanyuan gave me a mischievous look, then smiled at my wife and said, "Then we'll wait for you at the pavilion over there." My wife blushed and nodded in agreement.

Of course, I could see my wife's strangeness; she must have been fucked by those two men in the bus again.

I smoothed my crotch, pushed my erect penis aside, and followed Yuanyuan to the pavilion…

My wife didn’t return until the car drove away.

She came back, her posture a little awkward, her legs slightly parted.
Yuanyuan: “Finished?”

“Bullshit, it’s all your fault.” I: “You’re a slut, don’t blame others. Honey, what happened to your legs?” The flush that had just faded from my wife’s face returned, and she said with a hint of embarrassment, “Why are you asking so many questions?”

“Just because I care about you.” My wife glared at me and said, “Why are you so concerned? Why don’t you care how much money I’ve made for you?”

“Money? What money?”

“Your wife worked as a prostitute all night, didn’t you get any income?” Xiaohui said, lifting her skirt. She was naked from the waist down. Between her parted labia were several old ten-yuan bills, with white semen on them.

"It's filthy, get it out for me right away."

"Wife, where are your underwear? Did they take it as a souvenir?" My wife scolded, "Who wanted it as a souvenir? Underwear... they stuffed my underwear up their ass." I slapped my wife's butt hard and said, "Wife, you're born to be a prostitute."

"You'd like me being a prostitute?"

"Yes, I'd love it to death!" We entered the village and walked through several small stone streets.
Yuanyuan pointed to a small villa in front of us and said, "Look, this is my home." I exclaimed, "It's so big! Does the whole house belong to you?"

"It's a country house. If you like, I'll have my mom build one for you too."

"Great! Great!" My wife said, "Honey, what nonsense are you talking about? Aren't you shameless?" I grinned and said, "Yuanyuan's family." My wife rolled her eyes at me and said, "Who said you're family? You're just trying to take advantage of others." Yuanyuan said, "Sister Xiaohui, what are you saying? Brother Xiong is family. I'll go back and tell my mom." My wife said, "Oh, Yuanyuan, he's crazy, why are you going crazy with him?" I laughed heartily.

"Mom, we're here." Yuanyuan pressed the doorbell.
A stunningly beautiful young woman opened the door.

Yuanyuan: "This is my legendary mother." I carefully looked at the young woman in front of me and exclaimed, "Auntie, I didn't expect you to be so beautiful." The woman's voice was charming, "Is this girl saying behind my back that I look like an ugly monster?" I quickly waved my hand and said, "No, no, Auntie is even more beautiful than I imagined." She smiled slightly and said, "Don't be so polite, just call me Meiqing, that's what everyone in the village calls me. Calling me Auntie makes me sound old."

"Okay, okay, then I'll call you Meiqing, Meiqing is a perfect name for Auntie." Meiqing smiled and made a gesture of invitation, "Come in." The living room was spacious and bright, with a simple and stylish decoration; you really couldn't tell that this was a rural place.

Meiqing: "You've been traveling all day, have you all eaten anything?" Yuanyuan: "No, we didn't have time to eat while traveling."

"I'll go get you something." Xiaohui: "Auntie, don't bother."
"No trouble at all, just some simple dishes." Yuanyuan: "Mom, I want honey salad." Meiqing said: "When did I learn to make this dish?"

"Hehe, didn't you make it for our village chief last year?" Meiqing paused, as if suddenly remembering something. She glared at Yuanyuan shyly and said, "Nonsense."

"Mom, stop pretending. Ah Xiong and Xiaohui both know about you." Meiqing exclaimed: "You told them all?" "

Yes, they told them all."

"Oh, you silly girl." Meiqing scolded, her face flushed. Yuanyuan
: "Mom, hurry up and make one, I want to eat." Meiqing: "Make it yourself if you want to eat."

"Then go and prepare the vegetables for me, I'll cook." Yuanyuan patted her bottom and stood up.

Meiqing: "Are you really going to do this?"

"To entertain VIPs." Meiqing brought a dish of vegetables from the kitchen, including cucumbers, cherry tomatoes, lettuce, etc...

Yuanyuan climbed onto the table with her buttocks sticking out. She lifted her skirt and took off her underwear.
Meiqing secretly glanced at me and Xiaohui, then turned to Yuanyuan and said, "How could I have raised such a shameless daughter?" Yuanyuan grinned and said, "It's all thanks to Mom's good teaching." She picked up the vegetables from the dish and stuffed them into her vagina, then put the vegetables, now covered in her vaginal fluid, back onto the dish.

The vegetables became glistening and transparent after passing through Yuanyuan's vagina.

After Yuanyuan pushed all the vegetables back into the dish, she said, "Mom, I forgot what to do next." Meiqing flicked her daughter's head with her finger, took off her slippers, stepped onto the chair next to her, and stood on the table. She lifted her apron, slowly squatted down, and spread her long, beautiful legs, which were clad in flesh-colored pantyhose. The pantyhose was open-crotch, and there were no panties underneath. Her full mons pubis looked smooth and tender, without a single pubic hair.

She picked up a small tomato, pressed it against her clitoris, and slowly rubbed it.
Meiqing's expression became alluring and wanton, her captivating eyes narrowed, and she moaned softly. Her fingers gradually increased the pressure, and tomato juice mixed with Meiqing's vaginal fluid dripped slowly. Meiqing brought her buttocks closer to the plate, raised her two small feet clad in pantyhose, and pushed her fingers against the tomato into her vagina...

Meiqing continued to stir her labia, her fingers going in and out of her vagina. Suddenly, there were a few muffled "plop" sounds. Meiqing seemed to be stimulated by something, her buttocks trembled and lifted, and her vagina spurted out crystal-clear nectar, which spilled into the plate.

Wife: "She's so sensitive." Me: "More sensitive than you?"
"I didn't know." Yuanyuan: "The food is served." The honey salad was refreshing and delicious, with a woman's unique flavor, truly a feast for both the eyes and the palate.

My wife and I stayed at Yuanyuan's house.

This time I was really enjoying myself, being served by three top-notch beauties at the same time every night, living like an emperor.

Yuanyuan: "Brother Xiong, does it feel good when I lick you like this?" Me: "Yes, it feels good. Your oral skills are the best."

"Better than mine?" Meiqing spread her legs, sat on my face, and pressed her plump vulva against my lips.

I stuck out my tongue and licked it to my heart's content.

Meiqing moaned, "Is my vulva tasty?" I swallowed my saliva, along with the lustful fluid that flowed into my mouth.

Meiqing's vulva was plump and tender, full and swollen. My mouth and nose were immersed in her wet hole, and I felt like I was suffocating.

"Husband, I want some too." Xiaohui grabbed my hand, and I felt my fingers enter a wet, sticky hole. The inner walls of the hole writhed and gripped my fingers.

"Husband, dig into me, dig into me hard." Xiaohui grabbed my arm, wanting me to dig into her wet hole like a vibrator.

Three lewd women tormented me for half the night.

I suddenly realized that this wasn't the life of an emperor after all. If things continued like this, I might be completely drained.

These past few days, I've been sleeping until noon because I'm too tired from the night before.
Yuanyuan: "Awake?" I grunted in response, realizing my legs were a little weak because last night's activity was too intense.

"Where are they?" Yuanyuan: "Sister Xiaohui asked my mom to take her sightseeing."
"Where to?"

"In the village, I guess."

"How's Auntie's election going? I haven't heard her mention it these past few days."
"There's been some trouble with the election."

"What kind of trouble?"

"There's a widow in the village, surnamed Zhang. Her husband died in an accident last year, and somehow she got together with the village chief. Now she's trying to compete with my mom for the position of village secretary." "

Your mom took several years to get to this position. How can this widow Zhang rise to the top so quickly?"

"To become an official in the village, the village chief first reports to the county, and then the county approves it. But usually, approval is granted, it's just that getting reported is difficult because there are limited spots, and everyone wants to get one. So, it means that everyone who wants to be an official has to please the village chief. I heard that widow Zhang is a college graduate, more educated and experienced than my mom, and she's very pretty. She's especially popular with the village chief."

"But I think Auntie is just as good."

“My mom isn’t bad, but I’m afraid the village chief has been playing around for so many years, he might get tired of it and want to find a college student to change things up.” I thought to myself, that would be a problem.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, followed by a doorbell.
Yuanyuan ran to open the door.

“Uncle Wang, what brings you here?”

“You…your mom…hurry…hurry…” “

Uncle Wang, slow down, what happened to my mom?”

“Zhang the widow is fighting with your mom for the position of village secretary, saying…saying she wants your mom to be fucked by a dog!” Yuanyuan exclaimed in shock: “Take me there!” Uncle Wang led us away at breakneck speed .

The three of us arrived at a large courtyard, surrounded by a crowd of onlookers.

“Go for it, Meiqing, we support you.”

“To be our village secretary, you have to get past this.” Several thugs in the village were jeering.

Yuanyuan: “Make way! Make way!” We squeezed to the center of the crowd.
Meiqing was looking at a dog, seemingly hesitant, while her wife held Meiqing’s hand, as if to stop her from going.

Beside them stood a pretty, delicate-looking woman. The woman glanced sideways at Meiqing and said, "So, are you going to take the position or not? If you become this yellow dog's wife today, I'll give you the village secretary's position." I thought to myself, this woman must be the widow Zhang that Yuanyuan mentioned.

Yuanyuan glared angrily at the widow Zhang and shouted, "Zhang, what do you mean? You haven't even become secretary yet, and you're already offering to give up the position? Is your name even on the deed?"

"Oh, look who it is, it's this slut's daughter. Sorry, I'm not surnamed Zhang anymore. From now on, I'll take the village chief's surname, Liu. Please call me Liu Lingling."

"Pah, you shameless thing."

"Who's shameless? Is it you? Or your mother?"

"I said it's you!"

"Oh...it's you." Lingling said, laughing loudly to the side.

This caused the surrounding people to join in the laughter.

Yuanyuan trembled with anger, her eyes blazing with fury, as if she wanted to slap the woman.

Meiqing: "Yuanyuan, don't worry about me. Once your mother becomes the Party Secretary, she'll teach this woman a lesson." She broke free from her wife's hand, walked to the dog, and was about to take off her skirt.

However, the yellow dog seemed frightened by Mei Qing's approaching aura and hurriedly ran back a few steps.

Lingling: "Oh dear, I didn't expect even a dog wouldn't even look at you, you slut." Yuanyuan: "Fuck your mother, I'll slap you to death!" Just then, a loud male voice suddenly rang out from behind the crowd, "What's all the noise about? Everyone disperse!" The crowd quickly parted to both sides, creating a long path. At the end of the path, a middle-aged man walked over with his hands behind his back.

Lingling: "Village Chief." The middle-aged man nodded.

Yuanyuan: "Village Chief!" The middle-aged man: "Little brat, you're back? Why didn't you say hello?" Yuanyuan said sweetly, "I didn't have time yet." The village chief pointed at Lingling: "I'll settle accounts with you

later." He then asked Meiqing, "What's going on here?" Meiqing lowered her head and said, "Nothing... nothing's wrong." "Nothing's wrong? Why are so many people gathered around?" Lingling went over and hugged the village chief's arm. "We're just watching a show."

"Watching a show?" Lingling smiled mischievously without speaking.

The village chief waved his hand around. "Alright, alright, everyone disperse." The crowd scattered.

Yuanyuan and Meiqing were ordered by the village chief to go to his office.

My wife and I were worried, so we followed them to the village chief's office from a distance, then hid at the office door, peeking through the window to see what was happening inside.

Lingling was hugging the village chief, sitting on the armrest of his office chair, watching Meiqing and Yuanyuan with a mocking expression.

Meiqing, on the other hand, stood in front of the village chief like a child who had done something wrong.
Village Chief: "Meiqing, is this how you run for village secretary? You'll have to deal with this yourself." Meiqing, tears welling in her eyes, said aggrievedly, "Village Chief, about this..." But the village chief raised his hand to interrupt Meiqing, "Alright, don't explain anything. You decide how you'll be punished." Meiqing was stunned for a long time, finally swallowing back the words she was about to say. She let go of her daughter's hand, walked tremblingly to the village chief, slowly knelt on the ground, stuck out her buttocks, and pulled her skirt up to her waist.

Meiqing's buttocks were big and round, shaped like a ripe peach. She wore a pair of dark flesh-colored pantyhose, the thin silk faintly revealing her smooth skin. Underneath the pantyhose was a thong, deeply embedded between her two sexy buttocks.

Lingling: "You're dressed really provocatively." The village chief stood up, looked at Meiqing's high, round buttocks, shook his crotch, and then took out a long black whip from the drawer under the table, pressing it against Meiqing's round buttocks. "How many?" Meiqing trembled and said, "10...10."

"Count yourself." Before the village chief finished speaking, he swung the black whip.
The whip turned into a black shadow, striking Meiqing's fleshy buttocks heavily, making a crisp sound like a firecracker.

Meiqing dared not disobey the village chief's order, maintaining the position of her high, round buttocks, her plump, snowy buttocks undulating with the black whip.

The village chief lashed out five times, his fat belly protruding, panting heavily.
Lingling: "Village chief, you're tired, let me take your place." The village chief hesitated for a moment, then handed the whip to Lingling.

Meiqing lay on the ground, watching Lingling take the whip from the village chief's hand, her expression a mixture of shame, anger, and pain.

Yuanyuan gritted her teeth, but out of respect for the village chief, she dared not retaliate.

Lingling looked triumphantly at Meiqing on the ground, placing one foot on Meiqing's buttocks. The heel of her high heel pierced through Meiqing's pantyhose, pressing against her short underwear, and she stepped into Meiqing's anus.

"Waaah..." Humiliated tears slid down Meiqing's cheeks.
Lingling, however, maintained her triumphant smile. She swung the whip, unleashing a torrent of abuse. The whip struck Meiqing's buttocks like thunder, making a loud "crack."

"Ouch! Ah... 6..." Meiqing howled in pain.
Finally, counting from 6 to 10, Meiqing's stockings were torn by the whip, leaving red welts on her fair buttocks.

My wife gripped my hand, her palms sweaty.

I looked at my wife, reassuring her with my eyes not to be nervous.

Yuanyuan glared fiercely at Lingling, as if vowing revenge.

We returned to Yuanyuan's home.

Yuanyuan: "I'm so angry!" She kicked off her shoes in a fit of rage and took her anger out on the sofa cushions.

My wife and I helped Meiqing lie down on the bed and applied ointment to her wounds.
Yuanyuan: "I want revenge! I want revenge!" Xiaohui: "We really need to plan this carefully. That Lingling is not easy to deal with." Yuanyuan: "Just looking at her face makes me want to slap her to death." Me: "I'll rape that slut and get revenge for you." Yuanyuan: "Okay! Brother Xiong, let's go now." Xiaohui: "What time is it for Brother Xiong? Stop fooling around and talk about serious matters." She then asked Yuanyuan: "What does the village chief like the most?"

"He likes women the most, of course." "

But he seems to really like that Lingling now. That woman is very shrewd, and it's not easy for us to get involved. So I want to know, besides women, are there any other ways to get close to the village chief?"

"Let me think about that." Yuanyuan fell into deep thought.

After a long while, Yuanyuan suddenly raised her hand and said, "I think I've got it." My wife excitedly asked, "What is it? Tell me quickly!"

"I heard the village chief has two sons who have been studying away from home, but it seems they've come back now." My wife's eyes lit up, and she said, "Great idea! Let's seduce his two sons and cut off their supply lines!" With that decided, they began their operation.

The next day, Yuanyuan found out the village chief was away.

This was a golden opportunity for us.

But when we saw the village chief's two sons, our hearts sank. They were only high school students.

What could those little kids possibly do?

We couldn't help but feel discouraged.

"Hey, it's you." A man pointed at my wife.

I thought the man looked familiar, but I couldn't quite place him.

My wife saw the man, and her face suddenly flushed.

The man said, "You're a prostitute coming to my door?" Then I remembered—it was the man my wife and I had flirted with in the car that night.

Xiao Hui: "I...I'm here to see the village chief."

"That kid went to Widow Zhang's house." Yuan Yuan: "May I ask who you are?"
"I'm his older brother."

"Older brother? Our village chief's older brother?" The man straightened up and said, "What? Can't you tell?"

"But I've never heard of him..."

"It's not surprising you haven't heard of him. My brother hangs out in the village every day. I went to the city a long time ago, and now I'm taking care of his two precious sons, who are studying there." Wife: "You're a teacher?" The man smiled: "I can tell?"

"You have a kind of pride that comes with being a teacher." The wife gave the man a fawning smile, then murmured, "Then...what about the other person the other day?"

"He's my student, and also the teacher of your village chief's two precious sons." Yuan Yuan: "You're amazing, both our village chief's older brother and the teacher of our village chief's sons' teacher." The man laughed heartily.

Wife: "Teacher Liu, could you please do us a favor?"
"What favor?" Yuanyuan: "My mom is running for village secretary, and we'd like you to put in a good word for her with the village chief. You're the village chief's older brother, so your words will definitely carry the most weight." Man: "Who's your mom?"

"My mom's name is Meiqing."

"Oh! I know, I know."

"You know?"

“Your mom’s ass is notoriously horny, just like…” He suddenly reached out and pinched his wife’s pert buttocks, then continued, “Just as horny as her ass.” His wife cried out, “Teacher Liu, you’re so naughty.” Yuanyuan said coquettishly, “Teacher Liu, will you agree to help us?”

“My foolish brother is completely infatuated with that widow Zhang. He's even openly refusing to marry his wife. His wife came crying to the city begging me for help. That rascal shouldn't be with that widow Zhang.” Yuanyuan: “That's right, women who make men divorce are the most hateful.” Wife: “They're worse than prostitutes.” Teacher Liu said to his wife: “Yes, yes, that widow Zhang is definitely inferior to you in every way.” His wife understood Teacher Liu's implication and said shyly: “Oh dear, who said I'm a prostitute?” She pulled me in front of Teacher Liu and said to him: “Teacher Liu, let me formally introduce you, this is my husband, Xiong.” Teacher Liu was stunned, seemingly finding it unbelievable, “Then you…you…that night…” His wife stuck out her tongue, smiled mischievously at Teacher Liu, and said: “That was a game my husband and I played.” Me: “Teacher Liu, I'm sorry, you misunderstood.”

"Nonsense, nonsense." He turned around somewhat awkwardly, then said, "Why are you all standing at the door? Come inside, let's talk inside." Thanks to Teacher Liu's connection, my wife and I successfully infiltrated the village chief's inner circle.

Teacher Liu even gave us a suggestion:

have my wife pretend to be his student, teaching the village chief's son English.
I, in turn, would pretend to be another of Teacher Liu's students, acting as his assistant.
Of course, Teacher Liu's motives weren't pure. Every night, he and his male student would take turns making love to my wife on her bed. Sometimes the three of them would squeeze into one large bed, sandwiching my wife between them.

I slept in the next room, listening to the creaking of the bed every night while my wife and I made our wanton moans and masturbated.

Days passed, but the village chief didn't return.

We learned that he and that widow Zhang had gone on a trip abroad.
Taking advantage of this time, my wife and I tried our best to build relationships with the village chief's family.
Chapter 2:

Becoming an Official (Part 2) Thanks to Teacher Liu's connection, my wife and I successfully infiltrated the village chief's inner circle.

Teacher Liu gave us an idea.

He had my wife pretend to be his student, teaching the village chief's son English.
I, in turn, would pretend to be another of Teacher Liu's students, acting as his assistant.
Of course, Teacher Liu's motives weren't entirely pure. Every night, he and his male student would take turns making love to my wife on her bed. Sometimes, the three of them would squeeze into one large bed, sandwiching my wife between them.

I would sleep in the next room, listening to the creaking of the bed while my wife and I made our wanton moans and masturbated.

Days passed, but the village chief didn't return.

We found out that he and that widow Zhang had gone on a trip abroad.
During this time, my wife and I tried our best to build relationships with the village chief's family.
One day, passing by the study of the village chief's two sons, I saw my wife teaching the two little brats.

Curiosity struck me, and I wanted to see what my wife looked like as a teacher. She had always said she wanted to be a teacher, and this was the perfect opportunity.

I walked to the door, gently pushed it open, and peeked through the crack.
Two boys stood with their backs to the door in front of the desk, intently watching their wife squatting on the wooden table.

Why was she squatting on the table? I peeked inside and almost had a nosebleed.

Her skirt was hanging at her waist, her buttocks bare, her legs spread wide, offering her vulva to the two boys for them to feast their eyes on. The two boys held pencils, using the tips to tease her plump labia, occasionally shoving the pencil shafts into her vagina, stirring them around inside. The tender flesh inside gripped the pencil shafts, and glistening vaginal fluid dripped down them.

"Okay, okay, are you done playing?" my wife asked shyly, her face flushed.
"Teacher, it's not time yet, we agreed to play for one minute," one of the boys said.

"Teacher, could you spread your legs a little wider?" the other boy said.
"Oh dear, you two little rascals, you've made...you've made the teacher all wet." My wife complained, but her legs obediently spread wider. She wore stockings, and her plump feet were propped up on either side of the table. She lifted herself up on her tiptoes, bringing her buttocks closer to the two boys.

"Teacher, you're so lewd, your pussy is all wet."

"It's all...it's all your fault, um...be gentle...you're going in too deep." My wife's erect clitoris, like a sprouting bean, bulged out from under her foreskin. The two boys held pencils, clamping her clitoris like chopsticks. My wife let out a soft cry, her legs trembling with stimulation. The pencils clamped her clitoris, sometimes squeezing it flat, sometimes kneading it, the pink bud struggling and trembling between the pencil tips.

“…No…I can’t take it anymore…”

“Teacher, your legs are shaking so badly, is it stimulating?”
“It’s too stimulating, don’t keep squeezing here, I…I can’t take it…”

“But the teacher promised us that as long as we get the questions right, we can play with you however we want.”

“But…but there…it’s really…too sensitive…sob…” The wife bit her lip, her eyes narrowed, her expression a mixture of pain and excitement, her legs trembling as if they were about to give out, her buttocks bobbing up and down, her honey hole opening and closing, releasing streams of lustful fluid. The two boys were in high spirits, each time they thrust their pencils in even harder.

"Ugh! I can't take it anymore!" Suddenly, my wife's buttocks jerked back violently, her body trembling as if collapsing. In the spasms, her buttocks thrust forward again, and two pencils slid into her open vagina. "Plop, plop!" A glistening liquid gushed from her vagina, splashing everywhere…

"Wow! Teacher peed!"

"So much! It's all over my face!" the two boys shouted excitedly.

"Don't shout, don't shout, someone will hear you," my wife gasped.
After her orgasm, my wife slumped onto the table, seeing her own fluids splattered on the boys' faces. She felt a mixture of amusement and shame, and took some tissues to wipe them clean.

The two boys chuckled foolishly, bringing their clothes, which were sticky with semen, to their noses and sniffing. "Teacher's pee smells good!" they exclaimed.

"It's not pee."

"Huh? Then what is it?"

"It's...it's Teacher's semen!" My wife said shyly, "Alright, let me rest for a bit. You two review the questions you just learned; we'll teach new material later."

"Okay, okay!" The two boys excitedly agreed, twirling their pencils.
My wife slowly climbed down from the desk, pulled her skirt down to her knees, and saw me at the door.

"Honey, what are you doing here?"

"Watching your show."

"Get lost! You...you saw everything?" I smiled and hummed in agreement. "You're a very good teacher."

"Go away, I'm not talking to you anymore." My wife swayed her slender waist and went to the bathroom. There were people inside—Old Zheng, the village chief's servant, cleaning.

His wife, unaware of his presence, opened the door and went inside. She saw Old Zheng holding a pair of women's panties, sniffing them. Startled, she realized the purple, lace-trimmed panties were hers.

Old Zheng, smelling the panties, his pants open, his right hand gripping his erect penis, was ecstatically stroking it. Suddenly, his wife burst in, appearing before him. Old Zheng panicked, not even having time to drop the panties.

"Ah! Ah! I...I'm...sorry..." Old Zheng was overwhelmed with shame and nervously stammered.

Xiao Hui blushed, gave Old Zheng an awkward smile, and pointed to the underwear in his hand, saying, "This...looks like mine..."

"Yes...yes...yes...I...I accidentally found it in the toilet, so...so I wanted to give it back to you..." He said, handing the underwear to his wife while shoving his engorged penis into his pants and zipping it up, looking quite embarrassed.

His wife looked at Old Zheng and couldn't help but chuckle. She hesitated for a moment and said, "If you like it, you can have it."

"Really!" Old Zheng was overjoyed.

"Yes, you can have it." Overjoyed, Old Zheng didn't know what to say and scratched his head with the hand that had just taken out his penis.

Wife: "Excuse me, may I use the toilet?"
"Sure, sure, go ahead..." Looking down, he noticed the stockings on his wife's legs. "Oh, your stockings seem wet. Take them off, I'll wash them for you."

"No need."

"It's alright, it's alright, I'll wash them for you." Old Zheng stared at his wife's beautiful legs in stockings, as if he were looking at a priceless treasure. His mouth watered. The sheer flesh-colored stockings showed signs of wetness, a long, dark line running down her crotch. His

wife couldn't resist Old Zheng's "kindness" and took off her wet stockings for him. Old Zheng brought the stockings to his nose, took a deep breath, his expression one of ecstasy, as if he were tasting nectar...

After lunch, his wife continued teaching the village chief's two brats.
In the study, my wife, naked from the waist down and only wearing her top, squatted at the desk. The hair on her mons pubis had been shaved clean by the two boys with razors. She held a ballpoint pen between her legs, swaying her hips as she corrected their practice problems.

"This is wrong," she said, her hands on the table, her ample buttocks thrusting forward. She pressed the pen between her legs, pointed at the wrong question, and circled it.

"Teacher's so amazing," one boy said.

"Are you saying the teacher's vagina is amazing, or her teaching is amazing?" another boy asked.

My wife said, "Stop fooling around, look at the question."

"Teacher, you've dripped water on the book!"

"Oh dear, it's all your fault, move the book away a little."

"Teacher, hold the pen tighter, it looks like it's going to slip out."
"Mind yourselves, look at the question!" I stood outside the door, watching my wife's lewd behavior, and couldn't resist pulling out my penis and masturbating.

The two boys, like me, were also secretly masturbating under the table.

After grading the test, the wife got down from her desk and sat naked on the chair. The two children diligently corrected all the wrong answers and handed them to her for her to review carefully.

After reviewing them, the wife closed the notebook. "Hmm, all correct now, you've learned well."

"It's all thanks to the teacher!"

"Hey, you're good at flattering." "

We don't know how to flatter, we only know how to flatter the teacher's butt."
"Go away, you're so frivolous. I just praised you, and now you're saying something weird again." One of the boys took out a game console, saying he wanted to relax. The wife thought for a moment and agreed to play a game with them. It

was a racing game. The wife picked up the controller, ready to start, but the boy ran over and twisted her hands behind her back, tying them up with a rope.

The wife: "What are you doing? Can't I play?"
"Of course, but the teacher is going to play it a special way." The two boys tied up the wife, made her spread her legs, stick out her bare, plump buttocks, and the boy aimed the long handle at the wife's open vulva, slowly inserting it into her vagina.

"Oh..." The wife was both surprised and ashamed.

The boy said, "We'll play with our hands, teacher, you play with your butt."
"This...how am I supposed to play like this?"

"Look like this." The boy flicked the controller, following the race car on TV. The village chief's other son, seeing his wife still unsure how to operate the controls, slapped her buttocks, urging her to hurry. The wife cried out, "Ouch!" and began to sway her hips. On TV, the race car driven by the wife moved forward, but it wobbled and occasionally crashed into the wall, causing the controller to vibrate wildly, making the wife involuntarily squeeze her legs together and moan softly.

"Teacher, you're so useless." The boy's race car had almost left the wife half a lap behind.

The wife's pretty face flushed red. "You try it! You know how hard this is!" But the wife seemed unwilling to be told she was useless by a few kids, and she vigorously swayed her buttocks, her eyes fixed on the TV screen.

Boy: "Come chase me!"

"Fine, I'll chase you!" The wife adjusted her breathing, learning to control the handle by swaying her hips. Her movements seemed to become increasingly skillful. She took off her slippers, her bare feet on the ground, her delicate feet sometimes rising and straightening, sometimes retreating. Her body sometimes arched, sometimes straightened, her smooth, slender waist like a water snake, rhythmically circling and twisting, only occasionally suddenly jerking, her fleshy buttocks swaying to one side. The race car on the screen spun and turned sharply, without touching the side railing at all.

"Almost...almost catching up with you, right?" the wife gasped.

The boy hummed and intensified his control.

The wife's race car gradually caught up from behind, closely following the boy's race car. The village chief's other son couldn't help but cheer for his wife.

At that moment, I was also captivated by the race, completely absorbed in it.
The wife, her expression grave and drenched in sweat, endured the stimulation within her body while simultaneously controlling the race car, daring not to relax for a moment. The handle inserted into her vagina, lubricated by her vaginal fluids, slipped down several times, but she managed to push it back up with the corner of the table. She arched her back, pressing her vulva against the edge of the table to prevent the handle from slipping out. This posture, resembling being fucked, was both seductive and lewd. The village chief's other son couldn't resist touching his wife's buttocks, his fingers probing her anus.

"What are you doing?" The wife was startled by the sudden stimulation, her body trembling involuntarily, almost causing her race car to slide off the track.

"Teacher, don't look at me, keep playing."

"You...you two are cheating." The boy operating the race car said, "Heh, you can't win, so you say we're cheating."

"Who...who said I can't win?" The wife clenched her anus tightly, preventing the boy's fingers from easily entering, while simultaneously gripping the handle inside her vagina, twisting her waist to control the race car.

At this moment, the two race cars were almost side by side, but the wife's car was slightly behind. Just as the boy's car was about to cross the finish line, the wife suddenly relaxed her anus, and the boy's finger instantly slid into her anus. "Ugh!" The wife endured the stimulation, concentrated all her strength in her vagina, squeezed the handle tightly, supported herself with her feet on the ground , and swung her buttocks sharply to the side.

The wife's car grazed the boy's car and rushed out of bounds!

The wife's hands were tied behind her back with rope, and she could not maintain her balance. Her tilted body almost lost its footing, and the handle fell to the ground with a "thud ." A stream of fluid gushed out from her tender, everted vagina. The wife couldn't help but tremble violently, her legs went weak, and she knelt on the ground

. "Damn it!" The boy angrily slammed the handle to the ground.
"Beautiful! Beautiful!" the other boy exclaimed.

The wife was panting heavily, wiping the saliva from the corner of her mouth and the sweat from her face with her shoulder.

"One more round!" the boy picked up the handle from the ground, unconvinced.
"Come on, come on." Two weeks later, the village chief finally returned.

That annoying Lingling arrived too. She was dressed head-to-toe in designer brands, with the village chief's secretary carrying large bags of gifts she'd bought from abroad. Once inside, Lingling kicked off her heels and waited for Lao Zheng to offer her slippers. Her demeanor was that of a true mistress of the house. Lao Zheng, however, stared blankly at her silk-stockinged feet. Lingling's expression changed, a mixture of disgust and disdain. She berated Lao Zheng, threatening to fire him.

"Lao Zheng, you're not feeling well today, let me do it," I said, helping Lao Zheng out of the predicament. I took a pair of slippers and offered them to Lingling.

Lingling snorted, put on the slippers, and glared fiercely at Lao Zheng.

The two children, seeing their father return, excitedly ran out of the house. The village chief beamed, wanting to share the gifts with them, but the two children couldn't wait. They plunged into the pile of luggage and began rummaging through it themselves.

Lingling: "Hey! Stop it! This is my luggage, don't mess it up!" She shoved the two children away.

The two kids stumbled and nearly fell, but his wife rushed forward to protect them.

Village Chief: "Lingling, what are you doing?"

"I... I told them not to rummage around."

"Why did you push them? What if they fell!" The two children, feeling emboldened by their father's support, immediately retaliated, pointing at Lingling and cursing, "You bitch, you're going to die!" Lingling retorted angrily, "You... you dare to curse me!" Village Chief: "How dare you talk to your aunt like that? Apologize right now."

"No way! It's because this bitch pushed us!" They hid behind their wife, burying their heads in the crook of her arm.

The village chief made a move to hit her, but his wife stopped him, "Village Chief, the children are just being naughty, a few words will do." His wife's tone softened, her voice gentle and charming. The village chief was taken aback, looking his wife up and down, his eyes suddenly lighting up.

Lingling glanced at her wife, a hint of displeasure flashing across her face.

The village chief asked, "Who are you?" Teacher Liu smiled and said, "She's my student. I asked her to help teach your two precious sons English." The two boys hugged their wife, saying, "Sister is the best!" The village chief nodded, "Very good, very good, extremely good." His eyes darted around, seemingly focused on my wife's chest, though it was unclear which part he meant by "good."

These past few days,

the village chief had stayed home, ignoring both official and personal matters. When Lingling called him, he wouldn't answer, instead accompanying his wife as she taught their two sons in the study.

His wife wore a fitted blouse, the front seemingly unbuttoned, revealing half her breasts and cleavage. Her short skirt clung tightly to her buttocks, and her silk-stockinged legs peeked out from under the skirt, crossed, with a small slipper dangling from her delicate feet, swaying gently.

My wife, holding her textbooks, would occasionally bend down to help the two boys with difficult problems. Her ample breasts were positioned directly in front of the village chief, swaying precariously, making him drool. He inquired about my wife's background from Teacher Liu and learned that she had already married me. He sighed and became sullen. My

wife, however, treated the village chief like air, neither flattering nor caring, focusing solely on teaching his two sons. Of course, this was all part of her scheme, designed to lure the old lecher willingly.

That night, my wife and I made love in the guest room, deliberately leaving the door ajar. My wife moaned loudly, as if wanting the whole building to hear.

I thrust into her cunt, making a "smacking" sound.

Wife: "Husband...fuck me...fuck me to death...I love your big cock..."

"Do you like it?"

"Mmm! Mmm!" My wife lay on the bed, her buttocks raised high, her hands spreading her plump buttocks apart, and she said lasciviously, "Husband...husband...put it in my asshole, I want it in my asshole too!"

"Slut." But those two words weren't spoken by me; the voice came from the doorway.

I pushed my penis into my wife's asshole, and after exchanging a knowing glance, we smiled and whispered, "They're here." The person peeping from behind the door was the village chief. He didn't know that I had placed a mirror on the lintel; anyone who came would know at a glance.

Me: "You slut, these past few days, I've seen you and that village chief exchanging glances. Do you want him to fuck you?" My wife cooed, "No...no...I didn't..."

"Still trying to deny it? You clearly did! Confess now!"
"Waaah...husband, you're going in so deep! It feels so good to be fucked like this!"
"Imagine the village chief is fucking you right now!" My wife paused, then moaned, "Mmm...village chief...village chief...you're fucking so hard, it feels so good...so good...ahhh..."

"I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum!"

"Cum inside, cum inside! I want to eat...I want to eat the village chief's semen!" Hearing our lewd moans, the village chief's eyes rippled with desire, and he couldn't help but ejaculate a thick stream of semen by the door...

The next day.

The wife was wearing a bodysuit of stockings and open-crotch lingerie, over which sheer, semi-transparent short-sleeved top revealed the lace trim of her bra and most of her breasts. She wore a tight skirt that clung to her buttocks; as she bent over, the skirt rode up, revealing her shapely buttocks encased in black stockings.

The village chief was practically mesmerized, his eyes burning with lust. The wife, however, seemed oblivious to her attire, her legs constantly shifting, her vulva occasionally glimpsed.

Just then, Old Zheng entered, carrying drinks and tea. He walked to the wife's side but accidentally spilled the tea all over her.

Old Zheng: "Oh dear! I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!"

"What have you done?!" the village chief roared in fury.

Wife: "It's alright, it's alright, I'll just dry it off." Old Zheng: "I'll go get a rag!" Wife: "No need, I'll just change my clothes." Village Chief: "Go change in my room. Oh, I mean, there are some of my wife's clothes in the room; they should fit you." Wife blushed and said, "Thank you, Village Chief." The Village Chief led his wife upstairs.

Watching their backs, Old Zheng and I smiled, stuffed a wad of stockings into his hand, and whispered, "My wife changed out of them yesterday; they haven't been washed yet." Old Zheng's face lit up with joy, and he said repeatedly, "I'll wash them for her, I'll wash them for you." He brought the wad of stockings to his nose, smelling them again and again, as if he wanted to eat them.

The wife went to the village chief's room. The village chief picked out several high-end dresses from the kitchen, letting his wife choose one. She chose one and went to the bathroom to change. As she entered the bathroom, she deliberately let her clothes get caught in the door crack, preventing the door from closing properly. The village chief thought it was a golden opportunity and quickly squatted down to peek through the crack. He saw his wife remove her wet coat one by one, revealing a revealing lingerie set with open crotch and stockings. Her breasts were full and firm, with light-colored nipples faintly visible under the black stockings. Her buttocks were round and perky, and her crotch revealed an alluring deep valley. It was enough to make one's blood boil. The village chief could no longer restrain himself, burst through the door, and pulled his wife into his arms.

"Village chief! What are you doing!" his wife exclaimed.

"I want you! I want you!" The village chief grabbed his wife, his hands gripping her breasts. Through her stockings, they bounced and struggled in his rough hands. His wife wasn't wearing underwear; her bare genitals were wide open. The village chief's fingers easily slipped into her vagina, swirling inside, making a "gurgling" sound. His wife was already wet.

Wife: "Village chief...village chief, no! My husband's still down there!"
"Stop pretending, you slut. I know you've been waiting for me. I heard you and your husband making love yesterday. Your husband's begging me to cuckold him! Hurry up, lick me first." The village chief pressed his wife between his legs, his pungent penis shoving into her mouth.

"Mmm..."

"Do you like my big cock? Have you been wanting to taste it for a while?"
"Mmm..." The village chief's penis moved in and out of his wife's red lips. His wife's eyes were closed, a trickle of saliva sliding from the corner of her mouth. The village chief unbuckled his belt, looped it around his wife's jade-like neck, and dragged her out of the toilet like a female dog. His wife crawled on all fours, her buttocks swaying as she reached the village chief, her eyes glistening with desire, making him want to ravage her. The

village chief pulled down his pants, flipped his wife onto the bed, and tightened the belt around her neck. His hand gripped the reins like a horse's, and he thrust forward, violently pounding into his wife's cunt, as if to release all his energy onto her body.

"Ahhh! So strong! You're fucking me to death!"

"So good, so good! This cunt is so wet and slippery, it feels so good!" His wife collapsed onto the bed, legs spread wide, her body like a small boat in a stormy sea, constantly being assaulted by the waves. Her cunt slapped loudly, accompanied by the creaking of the wooden bed.

The village chief pinched one of his wife's breasts, kneading it like dough, rolling and flattening it. He casually pulled a row of thin needles from the bedside table, the ends of which were connected by red thread.

"You... what are you going to do!" his wife exclaimed in shock.

"I'm going to give you some 'spice'." The village chief was a sadist, something my wife and I had already mentally prepared ourselves for. I had downloaded a lot of SM articles and pictures on my phone for my wife to read. After reading them, she joked with me that one day she might be trained into a sex slave.

Before my wife could struggle, the village chief stretched out one of her erect nipples and stabbed it hard with the thin needle. "Ah!" my wife screamed in agony as the needle pierced through her nipple. The village chief then grabbed her other swollen nipple, stretched it out, pierced it with the needle, removed the needle, put it back in the cabinet, and then grabbed the thin thread left in my wife's nipple with both hands, crossing and binding them together, effectively tying the two nipples together.

The village chief pulled his penis from between his wife's legs and placed it between her breasts, enjoying the sensation.

His wife's breasts heaved as she was fucked; her face contorted, her expression a mixture of pain and excitement. She cried out in pain, yet her vagina contracted and opened, as if yearning for the man's entry. She had never been played with like this before; this almost sadistic sexual intercourse was a first for her, a mixture of pain and fear with novelty and excitement.

The village chief tied his wife's hands behind her back with rope, tore her stockings, and used the strips to gag her. He took a clothespin and clipped it to his wife's nipples, which had just been threaded. He moved another clothespin to her lower body, peeled back her pink clitoris from its foreskin, and grabbed it.

"Ugh!" His wife reacted as if electrocuted, almost jumping off the bed, but the village chief immediately pushed her back down, his penis still inside her, thrusting in and out violently.

The village chief grabbed his wife's long hair and shouted, "Do you like me playing with you like this?!" His wife's pretty face flushed red, as if she were burning up. She tilted her head back, her tongue swirling around the stocking in her mouth, and mumbled, "So...so exciting..."

"Then make it even more exciting!" The village chief raised his hand and slapped his wife across the face. With a crisp "smack," his wife's pretty face was turned to one side.

"Waaah! I like it so much...hit me again!"

"I knew you liked it." The village chief raised his hand and slapped his wife's breasts twice. Suddenly, his wife arched her back, her whole body trembling violently, numb from head to toe. Her eyes stared blankly at the sky, her tongue lolling out, as if she were about to be strangled. Saliva uncontrollably dripped from the corners of her mouth. She had actually been brought to orgasm by the

village chief... The village chief comfortably sat back in his chair. He inserted a dildo with a dog's tail attached into his wife's anus. His wife knelt in front of him, sucking on his dildo. The leather strap around her neck had been replaced with a dog collar.

Village Chief: "Was that comfortable?"

"Yes, it hurt a lot, but it was also very stimulating."

"I've disinfected your wound. I've replaced the thread with a wooden stick and threaded it through your nipples, just like putting on earrings. Next time, you won't need to prick them with needles; you can just thread them directly. Don't forget to show your turtle husband later; he loves it." Xiao Hui pouted, "Go away! If my husband sees this, he'll definitely leave me."

"That's even better. I was just thinking of getting a new wife."

"Ah, I don't want to be your wife." The village chief asked in surprise, "Why not?"

"You're such a womanizer, you fall in love with every girl you see. Why don't you go see Lingling anymore?" The village chief laughed loudly, saying, "Haha, after seeing you, I have no desire to find anyone else. I only want you to be my little darling."

"Go away! I don't want to be your darling."

"Then what do you want to be?"

"I... I want to be your bitch..." The village chief suddenly straddled his wife, his penis thrusting into Xiao Hui's cunt, and lewdly laughed, "Slut!"

"Ahhh..." Lingling had been calling the village chief for days, but he never answered. Finally, she couldn't hold back and went to his door, only to see him coming downstairs with his wife. Enraged, she gritted her teeth and stormed out.

The village chief: "You slut, still throwing a tantrum?" He slammed his hand, telling Old Zheng to close the door.

I chased after Lingling, running out of the house.

Lingling: "Why are you following me?"

"I saw you crying so sadly, I wanted to tell you to stop."

"What business is it of yours whether I cry or not?"

"Yes, it's none of my business. I didn't like you anyway. You bullied Yuanyuan, and then you bullied Meiqing. Now that I see you crying, I should be happy." Lingling paused, then asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm Yuanyuan's friend."

"Yuanyuan...'s friend." She thought for a moment, then said, "Oh, I see. So you planned this all along, having that woman seduce the village chief?"

"We just wanted Meiqing to become the secretary."

"Despicable."

"Don't say that. We just wanted to help a friend."

"Very good, very good. Congratulations on your success."

"However, we never intended to hurt you," Lingling said coldly. "I followed that old pervert so desperately, just to earn more money and go back to the city. My husband was a scientist, and we were doing well in the city. But then he offended someone and was sent to this godforsaken place to do research. They even changed my household registration to a rural one. Now he's dead, and I have no one to rely on. I, a woman who's never even touched a hoe, have to go to the fields to farm. Hmph..." She seemed to be at her lowest point, her voice choked with sobs.

"You want to go back to the city?"

"I don't want to now..."

"If you really want to go back, then come with me." Lingling suddenly stiffened and said, "You can take me with you?"

"Yes, I can help you get a residence permit in the city. You don't have a job, so you can stay at my place first, and then we'll talk about it when you find a job."

"You're really willing to help me?"

"Yes." The day of the village secretary election was approaching.

One day, Yuanyuan came to visit Xiaohui at the village chief's house. The two women sat in the living room chatting, telling each other about the things that had happened recently.

Yuanyuan: "Sister Xiaohui, I'll show you something." Wife: "What is it?"

"Don't be surprised when you see it."

"What could possibly scare me?"

"Then take a good look." Yuanyuan smiled and unbuttoned her clothes. Underneath her outer garment, she was wearing nothing, her delicate body naked. Her body was wrapped in hemp rope, and on her light-colored nipples, two golden bells were tied with silk thread. On her fair breasts, the words "Toilet" were written in red ink on the left and right sides. Yuanyuan stood up, and a bell jingled as it fell from her vagina, dangling between her legs. The thin string on the bell hung from her clitoris, which protruded from her foreskin.

Yuanyuan, seemingly both ashamed and proud, asked, "Sister, isn't my outfit exciting?" Her wife didn't answer, but slowly stood up. Her coat slipped off, and Yuanyuan's eyes widened instantly. Underneath the coat, her wife's body was completely exposed. She wore a dog collar, a dog tail tucked into her anus, and instead of rope, several thin threads ran through her body, connecting her nipples, navel, labia, and clitoris in a triangular shape. Her wife wore stockings with garters attached, clips on the garters holding her labia open, her vulva constantly exposed, drops of vaginal fluid dripping from her clitoris…

The two women were stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter simultaneously.

I promised to take Lingling back to the city, so naturally no one competed with Meiqing for the secretary position, and Meiqing smoothly became the secretary.

Finally, it was time to go home, but Yuanyuan said she didn't want to go back. She seemed reluctant to leave the experience of working as a public toilet worker.

My wife hesitated for a long time, but she also said she didn't want to go back. She wanted to stay in the village a few more days. Her body trembled slightly as she spoke, and she bit her lip. Her expression seemed bittersweet. I looked closely and saw that there were several thin threads hanging under my wife's coat. They were being held by the village chief, Old Zheng, Teacher Liu, and Teacher Liu's apprentice, two little brats. They were very reluctant to let my wife go...

(The End)

Chapter 3: The Official's Tale (Part 1)

After returning from the countryside, Lingling stayed at my house. Although she had a college degree, most jobs in the city now require a skill. Lingling had been looking for a few days but couldn't find anything suitable. I told her not to worry. My salary was good, and it wouldn't be a problem to support her. I would even buy her some new clothes occasionally to make her happy.

Lingling felt I treated her very well. Here, I was her only friend. Lingling's family wasn't in the city we lived in, and she had no intention of going back; she wanted to try her luck in the big city.

At night, a lone man and woman alone in a room, neither of them being virtuous, naturally many things happened. Lingling became my girlfriend.

I confessed to Lingling that I was already married, and my wife was the woman who seduced the village chief. Lingling was initially surprised, then smiled faintly, saying that all men are equally perverted. She hadn't expected her husband to be like her, with a cuckold fetish. It was her husband who facilitated Lingling's first encounter with the village chief. After her husband died, Lingling naturally went with the village chief, but she wasn't willing to stay in the village forever and wanted to return to the city.

However, my wife didn't seem to share Lingling's sentiments; she seemed to have forgotten all about home. Time flew by, and more than a month passed without any news from Xiaohui, not even a phone call home. She was probably having too much fun.

Lingling told me that the village chief was a pervert who liked to play SM and train women. He said that when he took her to Europe, he tormented her a lot, and they even went to an SM club where he was a member, having spent a lot of money on registration fees.

I asked, "Will he take my wife there?" Lingling replied, "That's hard to say. Maybe she already has." My heart skipped a beat. I thought, this won't do. My wife slept with the village chief to help Meiqing; I never intended for her to spend her life with him. My wife has a high sex drive; if she gets addicted to being trained by him, that would be terrible.

I asked, "How did you guys play at the club?" Lingling took a small cloth bag from her purse. Two small silver rings shimmered under the light, and upon closer inspection, I saw a row of English letters engraved on them.

Lingling: "These are nipple piercings. The foreigners at the club helped me get them."

"Were you trained there?"

"No, they said I wasn't good enough, not submissive enough, and not suitable to be a sub. Do you know what a sub is?" I nodded.

Lingling continued, "The village chief wanted me to be a sex slave at the club, but I didn't pass the test."

"What test?"

"It wasn't really a test. They just asked me some questions about my sexual desires, and then gave me a score, saying I wasn't qualified and didn't have the potential to be a sex slave. I was shocked. Before they asked the questions, I had no idea it was a test to see if I was qualified to be a sex slave." Lingling paused, then continued, "If you pass the test, you have to participate in a season of club training, then take a break for a while, and then go back to the club for training again, another season, and so on for three rounds, almost two years. It's insane, like going to school. Luckily, I don't have that kind of potential, or I really don't know what I would have done. I was desperate, that's why I didn't go with the village chief. He didn't treat me well, he took me to that kind of hellish place, and he even wanted to sell me. I really hate him." The more I listened, the more worried I became. I tried to call my wife's cell phone, but it was off. I comforted myself, thinking it was probably out of battery. Lingling told me the village chief's house number, and I immediately called it.

"Hello, who is it?"

"Yuanyuan?"

"Is this Brother Xiong?"

"It's me."

"Hehe, I knew it was you! Did you miss me?"

"Yes, I did! I think about you every day! Where's Xiaohui? Is she there?" Yuanyuan gave a light "humph" and said, "Saying you miss me is a lie. Actually, I only have Xiaohui in my heart. She's not here now, she's already left." I was startled and quickly asked, "Where did she go?" "

She went for a walk with the village chief." Oh, she went for a walk. I breathed a sigh of relief.

I said, "If she comes back, tell her to give me a call."
"Okay." After hanging up, I didn't leave. I stayed by the phone, afraid of missing my wife's call, wanting to tell her to come home soon.

About two hours later, I finally heard my wife's voice on the phone. She was panting, as if she had just come back from a run.

"Honey, where have you been? You look so tired."

"Nothing, the village chief took me for a walk."

"Have you missed me these past few days?"

"Yes, I've been thinking about you every day."

"Liar! That village chief must have been fucking you a lot, right? You've probably forgotten all about your husband because you're enjoying yourself so much!" His wife retorted, "Go away, no way."

"Then swear."

"Swear... swear my foot!"

"Hmph, I knew it. Honey, when are you coming back? Your company called, they came to the house looking for you, but they couldn't reach you on your cell phone." "

My phone's dead. I'll call them back later. It's all trivial stuff, things I could easily solve, but they still want to consult me. It's so annoying. I already said I wanted to quit, but they won't let me go. They're giving me three months of leave, keeping my job open, telling me to think it over." "

That's because you're important. Honey, when are you coming back? I miss you so much, I'm going crazy."

"You have Lingling with you, aren't you?"

"But I still miss you! Tell me quickly, when are you coming back?"
"About half a month."

"That long?"

"I have something to do."

"What is it?"

"It's complicated, hard to say." I said anxiously, "Tell me quickly, is the village chief going to take you abroad to that SM club?"

"You know that club too?"

"Lingling told me."

"Oh, but it's not me going to the club. Meiqing suggested that the whole village recommend a woman to go to the club for training, and then she'll come back and be used by the villagers. We don't know who will be chosen yet, but it'll either be Meiqing herself or Yuanyuan."

"What about you, wife?"

"You want me to join too?"

"No! No!" My wife laughed, "I thought you wanted me to go to the club for fun, but I'm actually a little curious."

"No! Wife, you absolutely mustn't join, you hear me?"
"Okay, I understand." Early the next morning, I handed the house keys to Lingling, grabbed my luggage, and rushed to the train station, heading straight for Yuanyuan's hometown. I wanted to personally bring my wife home.

After a long journey, I arrived at the village. I didn't go directly to my wife; I figured she didn't want to see me so soon. She's a playful girl, so I told her I'd give her another two weeks, not wanting to disappoint her.

During those two weeks, I paid a local resident to stay at his house. He was a bachelor, surnamed Tian, around 40 years old and still unmarried.

Me: "I heard the Party Secretary in your village is a beauty."

"Hehe, in our village, that's about it. Lots of bachelors, few women. The Party Secretary is like everyone's wife."

"So, have you all slept with her?"

"Hehe, plenty of people have, but after her daughter came back, we preferred playing with her daughter."

"I heard her daughter has a friend from the city, who's also pretty."

"You mean that pretty woman who walks with the village chief every day? That woman belongs to the village chief; we can't play with her without his permission."

"Walks with the village chief every day?" "

Yes, right there in the village. Lots of people watch every day."
"What's so interesting about walking? "

"Hehe, you're from out of town, you wouldn't know. Come on, I'll take you to see." We left the house of the man surnamed Tian and arrived at the village chief's house. A circle of villagers was gathered, whispering and gossiping, as if waiting for a good show to begin.

The door opened, and the villagers immediately fell silent. The village chief, a smile on his face, walked out of the house with his hands behind his back and his back straight. Behind him followed a completely naked woman, crawling on all fours. A dog collar was around her neck, the rope of which was held by the village chief. A furry dog tail trailed between her buttocks as she crawled forward, her large breasts swaying in the air.

The woman looked exactly like a female dog. Who was she? I looked closely, and it was my Xiao Hui!

"Isn't that interesting?" the man surnamed Tian laughed at me.

I stood there dumbfounded. A few days ago, my wife had called me, panting, saying she was coming back from a walk. So this was what a walk was. I felt a throbbing pain in my groin.

My wife followed behind the village chief, seemingly both ashamed and excited. She dared not look at the mocking and teasing expressions of the people around her, her head bowed forward, her protruding buttocks glistening in the sunlight, her vulva growing increasingly wet, as if dripping urine.

A large crowd of villagers, including children, followed behind the wife, some touching her shapely buttocks and pinching her breasts. They even tried to insert wooden sticks into her wet, juicy vulva, shouting, "The bitch is in heat! The bitch is in heat!" A yellow dog was urinating by the roadside, its leg raised. The village chief patted the wife's head and pointed in that direction. The wife, her face flushed, seemed to be in pain yet also pleasure. Imitating the dog, she trembled and raised one leg, sprinkling her own "holy water" where the dog had urinated.

"Village chief, when can we fuck this woman?" a burly man shouted.

"You want to fuck the bitch too?" a village girl chimed in, drawing laughter.

Hearing the villagers' laughter, the wife's urine trembled in the air, splashing around her.

The village chief, leading his wife, walked halfway around the village. Passing a large tree, they found Yuanyuan, naked, her legs bent in an M-shape, suspended from the tree by rough hemp rope. The words "Public Toilet" were written in large characters on the trunk. Yuanyuan clung to the trunk with her hands behind her back, her legs spread apart, her knees bound by rope, dangling in mid-air. Her crotch was sticky and wet with undried semen, her vulva exposed, and a wooden stick, resembling a boy's toy , was inserted into her anus.

The village chief pointed to Yuanyuan's crotch. The wife, ashamed and resentful, crawled to Yuanyuan's buttocks, sticking out her tongue to lick the thick, yellowish-white semen. She licked the semen into her mouth, pressing her fingers against her clitoris and rubbing it back and forth. Her eyes were closed, seemingly imagining men ejaculating inside her. Her expression was a mixture of bitterness and pleasure, savoring the pungent taste of semen while simultaneously reaching a climax.

Yuanyuan moaned comfortably under her wife's sweet tongue, her vulva contracting and releasing more fluid. With a "plop," the wooden stick inserted into her anus fell to the ground, and a lot of white fluid splattered from her anus.

Yuanyuan: "Sister, do you like it?" Her wife, her face flushed and eyes hazy, stuck out her tongue in a daze and said, "Mmm, I like it so much..."

"All...all for you to eat..."

"Mmm..." Later, we passed by Meiqing's house. Her door was open, and a large table was set up in the yard. The table was full, and several villagers were busy serving everyone bowls and chopsticks. When they saw the village chief walking by, they hurriedly greeted him, "Village chief, come and sit down. The secretary is treating." The village chief: "Oh, what good dishes has she made to entertain everyone?"

"Village chief, come on in, sit down with us." Several people stood up and made room for him.
The village chief led his wife into the yard, and we stood outside to watch the fun.
"The food's served!" With a shout, four men carried a huge, square wooden plank, swaying as they walked out of the house. On the plank lay the naked Mei Qing, bound like a rice dumpling, her left leg and arm tied together, her right leg and arm tied together, her legs spread wide open. Her vagina and anus were stuffed full, stretching her labia and folds outwards. Two blobs of cream adorned her nipples, and from her breasts to her lower abdomen, various dishes were displayed. Her body seemed to be coated with butter, resembling a tender, boiled, golden chicken. At that moment, the setting sun cast its golden rays upon Mei Qing, making her shimmer and shine.

"Village Chief, you eat first," a villager said, handing the village chief chopsticks.
The four burly men carried Mei Qing to the table.

The village chief smiled and used chopsticks to pick up a piece of meat from between Mei Qing's open vulva. I looked closely and saw it was a piece of skinless, tender chicken. The village chief ate the meat with obvious enjoyment, making everyone around him swallow hard.

A villager asked, "How does it taste?" The village chief nodded and praised, "It's pungent and flavorful!" Mei Qing blushed and said, "I killed this chicken this morning and marinated it all day."

"How did you marinate it?" Mei Qing paused, then said shyly, "I put it inside her vulva and soaked it in her juices. Then, when everyone arrived, I cooked it."

"Good! Very good! Don't you think this village chief is a good leader?" Everyone said in unison, "Good!" The wife squatted at the village chief's feet, her hands in front of her chest, her back straight, her buttocks slightly raised, her legs open, and her toes slightly pointed. This posture resembled that of a female dog sitting on the ground.

The village chief pointed at Mei Qing and said to his wife, "You should learn from her." The wife obediently nodded, looking at Mei Qing on the table with a mixture of shame and envy.

My wife was completely absorbed in the village chief's training, oblivious to everything else. I watched silently from the sidelines, protecting her without interfering. I planned to take her away in two weeks; it would be my turn to enjoy this bitch wife who had been trained for so many days. Now, I'd let this slut learn a little more.

Two weeks were almost up. One day, a black sedan drove into the village. Two tall Europeans got out, and the village chief led them into the village's reception room, giving them a warm welcome.

Teacher Liu took out a banner and asked his apprentice to help hang it on the village bulletin board. The banner read, "Sex Slave Election Conference, to be held on April 17th. Please vote enthusiastically." I thought to myself, this is probably the conference my wife told me about, electing Meiqing or Yuanyuan to go to Europe to learn how to be a sex slave.

A man surnamed Tian asked, "I wonder if that woman will participate?"

"Who?"

"The little bitch the village chief has always forbidden us from having sex with." Tian was referring to my wife. I said, "She won't participate."

"How did you know?" I was taken aback by his question. Of course, the person surnamed Tian didn't know. The "little bitch" he was referring to was actually my wife, and she had already told me she wouldn't participate in the sex slave election. So I casually replied, "Just guessing."

"Heh heh, I don't think so." I shook my head, secretly certain that my wife wouldn't lie to me.

On April 17th, many people got up early and gathered in the village hall, which was newly decorated.

The village chief stood on the stage, and behind a long table sat two foreigners in suits, like examiners.

The village chief introduced the two foreigners: one named John, and the other named Bobby, both well-known BDSM instructors from SM clubs.

After everyone was seated, the village chief announced the official start of the "sex slave election."
Meiqing was dressed only in black open-crotch pantyhose, the stockings encasing her rounded buttocks, revealing her curves. Her legs were straight and shapely, and her small, fleshy feet were bare, the soles pressed against the floor, her toes peeking out from beneath the dark stockings—incredibly alluring. Two nipple bells hung from her chest, jingling crisply as she walked. A collar around her neck was attached to a long rope, held by Teacher Liu. Meiqing followed behind Teacher Liu onto the stage, eliciting whistles from the audience.

Teacher Liu went behind the long table and sat with the two foreigners, leaving Meiqing alone on the stage.

The village chief announced, "Next." At that moment, my heart skipped a beat, fearing that my wife would be the one to appear.

Yuanyuan walked onto the stage from backstage, wearing revealing lingerie that resembled a form-fitting cheongsam. The cheongsam's unique design exposed Yuanyuan's alluring private parts to the audience. A strap wrapped around her neck, constricting her breasts and connecting to the waistband at the back. She wore flesh-colored stockings with lace trim, and like Meiqing, she was barefoot, her small feet encased in the stockings, appearing even more delicate and tempting.

Xiaohui followed Yuanyuan onto the stage, wearing a high-class dress, a straight-cut skirt that completely covered her body, making her look like a sophisticated white-collar worker. She was a stark contrast to the wanton bitch she had been seen roaming the village a few days earlier.

Tian stared at his wife on the stage, his expression one of disbelief. He said, "Damn, who would believe that this woman, dressed like this, used to walk around the village naked?" Seeing my wife's attire, my heart, which had been in my throat, finally settled. Xiao Hui hadn't lied to me; she had no intention of participating in the sex slave election.

My wife smiled and patted Yuan Yuan's buttocks, as if to encourage her, then walked behind the long table and sat next to Teacher Liu.

Chapter 4: The Official's Tale (Part 2)

The village chief said to Mei Qing and Yuan Yuan, "You can start campaigning for votes now." Mei Qing took a step forward, slowly squatted down, and faced the crowd below the stage. She spread her legs, lifted her buttocks, and parted her labia. Between the plump labia was an open flower core, dripping with love juice.

The men below the stage clamored, their crotches hardening.

Mei Qing: "Do you want to see me even more lewd?"

"Yes!" the crowd shouted.

"Auntie, I want it!" The child waved his Nanbangguo (a type of Chinese liquor) like a flag.

"What does the little brat want? Sit down!" a parent scolded, drawing laughter from the crowd.

Meiqing parted her labia wider, her vulva opening and closing, revealing tender flesh. She inserted her fingers into her plump vulva, moaning as she stirred inside, then slowly withdrew them, pulling out a thong, soaked with her own fluids. Meiqing hooked a

corner of the thong with her little finger, holding it up to the men below, and said with a seductive smile, "Who... wants it?"

"I want it! I want it!" the men cried, raising their hands.

Meiqing placed the thong on her ballot box, smiling seductively, "The first person to vote for me gets this thong." Before she finished speaking, the men scrambled onto the stage, throwing their ballots into Meiqing's box and grabbing the thong.

"I got it! It's mine!" one man shouted, grabbing the thong and shoving aside the crowd. It was Old Zheng.

"You stinking men, have you forgotten about me?" Yuan Yuan's voice was seductive and alluring, not loud, but it went straight to the men's hearts.

She sat on the ballot box, her legs spread wide in a wanton manner, her hand slowly sliding from her lower abdomen to her genitals, and softly said, "Who will put their ballot here?" The "here" she referred to was her vulva.

The crowd hesitated for a moment, then surged towards Yuan Yuan without stopping, instantly surrounding her. In the crowd, only Yuan Yuan's wanton cries and moans could be heard.

Mother and daughter, neither willing to give way, each displaying their seductive charms, enticing men to vote for them.

Yuan Yuan's tender vulva and anus were stuffed full of paper ballots, stretching her two fleshy orifices until they were swollen and full. Yuan Yuan's cheeks were flushed, and she lay panting on the election platform, seemingly unable to move her body, afraid that the ballots in her orifices would fall to the ground.

Miharu's vulva was red and swollen, her anus stretched wide and unable to close. Although no foreign objects were inserted into her vagina, it had endured countless assaults. The men frantically tore Miharu's pantyhose to pieces, snatched the nipple bells from her breasts, or stuffed stolen women's ornaments into her vagina, smearing them with her bodily fluids, and keeping them as voting souvenirs.

Miharu gasped for breath amidst the men's scrambling, large beads of sweat rolling down her forehead, her body drenched in fragrant perspiration. Her breasts, grasped until they were white and red, looked as if they had been boiled. With only two hands, she couldn't resist the claws of so many wolves and tigers, and could only helplessly endure their ravaging and ravaging.

Bobby and John watched everything on the stage with great interest, smiling and whispering to each other, but their eyes would occasionally glance towards their wives, as if watching their every move.

The wife sat upright in the wooden chair, her slender waist perfectly straight, her back always an inch away from the chair back. Her hands were under the table, her arms seemingly motionless—a posture that appeared to be trained.

Bobby stood up and walked over to Meiqing and Yuanyuan. The crowd on the stage gradually dispersed, and people returned to their seats.

"Ladies, thank you for your performance." Bobby could surprisingly speak Mandarin, though somewhat haltingly, it was understandable. Bobby looked at Meiqing and smiled, "Tell me, do you know anything about SM?" Meiqing thought for a moment and said, "SM is a game between a master and a sex slave." Bobby: "Do you think it's a game?" Meiqing licked her lips and said, "Yes, and it's very fun." Bobby didn't object. He walked over to Yuanyuan and asked, "Do you know what SM is?" Yuanyuan lewdly said, "SM is a whore's paradise." She winked at the crowd below and said, "Am I lewd?" The crowd cheered in unison, "Whore!" Yuanyuan laughed lewdly.

Bobby grabbed Yuanyuan's nipple, twisting it in mid-air, and said, "You're really horny." The village chief asked, "So, which of the two is more suitable?" Bobby didn't answer, but John said, "Let's see the vote results first." His Mandarin, though accented, was more fluent than Bobby's.

The result was that Yuanyuan received two more votes than Meiqing.

Yuanyuan happily said, "Mom, it seems I'm luckier than you." Meiqing said, "Go have fun there, Mom will wait for you in the village." The village chief said, "So, today's election..."

"Wait!" John interrupted the village chief, saying, "There's another beauty here, I want to ask her answer." The village chief asked, "Who is it?" Bobby pointed to one side and said, "Her." The entire village's attention instantly fell on that person—it was my beloved wife! My

wife said, "You've got it wrong, I'm not participating." John said, "I didn't ask if you could, I just need to hear your answer." His tone was stern and aggressive, like a teacher disciplining a student.

My wife hesitated for a moment, then blushed and nodded.

John: "Do you know about SM?" Wife: "Yes, I've read some magazines like that." Before she was "trained" by the village chief, I had downloaded many SM magazines for her to read in order to prepare her.

"Then tell me, what is your understanding of SM?" My wife thought for a moment and said, "Obedience." Bobby's eyes widened suddenly upon hearing his wife's answer, a look of surprise flashing in them.

Bobby: "We need you! You're the one we're taking away today." My wife quickly waved her hands, saying, "You've got the wrong person." John: "Get up from your chair and stand in front." His tone was like an order. My

wife trembled. John's fierce gaze seemed to force her to look directly at him. Without waiting for John to give a second command, she stood up shakily and walked to the front of the stage.

Instantly, the crowd below gasped in surprise.

His wife's lower body was completely naked, except for a pair of flesh-colored pantyhose. Her skirt was nowhere to be seen, and her high heels, which had been on her feet, were now encased in the pantyhose, wedged between her legs, the toes of the shoes sticking straight into her vagina, as if someone had stepped on them.

John: "Who asked you to do this?" His wife blushed, glanced sideways at Teacher Liu, and said, "No one." John smiled knowingly, not exposing her, and said, "Just now, did you masturbate?"

"No...no..." Although his wife had been paraded naked through the village by the village chief, she was still extremely ashamed to answer this embarrassing question in front of everyone.

"Why didn't you masturbate? You're clearly so lewd. Look at that high heel in your vagina, it's already soaked."

"I really didn't masturbate." Bobby interjected, "Is it because it's not allowed?" His wife fell silent.

"Tell me, how were you sitting just now?" John moved a chair in front of his wife.

The wife glanced at the audience, then turned away in shame. She didn't refuse John's command, slowly spreading her legs and sitting on the wooden chair. Her high heels, pressed against her pantyhose, were deeply embedded in her vagina, almost completely hidden, with only the heels hanging outside. She took a deep breath, straightened her back, not touching the chair, and then stood on tiptoe, placing her hands respectfully at her sides.

Many men in the audience couldn't resist reaching into their pants and masturbating.
John: "Does this position feel good to you?" The wife pursed her lips and shook her head.

"Then why are you doing this?"

"It's...it's because..." John: "Because of someone else's orders, isn't it?" The wife didn't answer, but her eyes gave the affirmative answer.

Bobby, holding a black leather whip, walked up to his wife and asked, "Have you ever been trained?" His wife stammered, "...Yes..."

"How did they treat you?" she murmured. "The village chief...the village chief used to make me walk around the village like a dog, and...and he locked me in a dog cage...

" "Do you think this kind of game is fun?"

"I don't think it's a game. I just feel excited because I'm following orders."

"I didn't ask how you felt."

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry." Bobby said, "You like following other people's instructions, expecting them to come up with all sorts of ways to play with you. You only think about obeying, and you enjoy the pleasure of that obedience, don't you?"

"It seems...it seems so..."

“Bitch, your drool is dripping.” The wife stuck out her tongue and groaned, “I…I’m sorry…” Bobby used the whip to pry open his wife’s clothes, and the buttons on the clothes came loose one by one under the whip, exposing his wife’s breasts. She was not wearing a bra, and her breasts were large and round. A thin red rope passed through her two nipples and lay across her chest. Bobby pulled up the rope and ordered his wife to put it in her mouth to make her look even more lewd.

Bobby asked, "Have you ever had a master?" His wife, biting the red rope, mumbled, "Yes..."

"Who?" She looked at the village chief, then at Teacher Liu, and then at the villagers below the stage, saying, "They all are. I obey their orders." Bobby shook his head and said to the village chief, "Old Liu, you're not a good S." The proud village chief, surprisingly, didn't deny his mistake in front of Bobby. He shrugged and said modestly, "I still need to learn." John pointed at his wife and said, "She's good material for learning." Bobby: "Would you like to come to the SM club and be trained? If I order you, I believe you will agree, but this requires your consent." His wife remained noncommittal, saying, "I don't know." Bobby: "What do you mean you don't know?"

"I...I have a husband..." The people below gasped in unison.

But Bobby wasn't particularly surprised, saying, "Does your husband know everything about you?" His wife: "He...he knows about my relationship with the village chief." John: "Does your husband like you being possessed?" His wife nodded in agreement.

John smiled and said to Bobby in English, "In that respect, it seems like you're the same." Bobby shrugged, seemingly unconcerned, and said to John, "If her husband were like me, I believe that man would definitely agree."

"I don't understand!" I understood English, and immediately stepped onto the stage from the crowd, saying, "I'm taking my wife away from here." When my wife saw me, she convulsed violently, her hand instinctively trying to raise to cover herself, but Bobby blocked it with his whip. A glistening stream of fluid, squeezing the high heel inserted into Xiaohui's vagina, gushed out—whether it was incontinence or intensely aroused fluid, I couldn't tell—and her pantyhose instantly became soaked.

The village chief and Teacher Liu were both startled, clearly not expecting me to be there.

Bobby, however, seemed unsurprised by my appearance. He maintained his composed smile and said to me, "Your wife seems quite excited to see you." I replied, "I need to take my wife away, immediately!" John said gentlemanly, "That's your right, but could you please wait a moment?" I said rudely, "No." John softened his tone, "Please don't be so hasty. We're not taking your wife to do anything bad. Countless women have come to our club for training, but many lack the potential and are disappointed and turned away." Bobby asked, "Would you like to calm down and think it over?" I glanced at my wife, who was also watching me. Seeing my bulging crotch, she gave me a wicked look and, as if deliberately teasing me, spread her legs wider. Her high heels were pushed inward by her pantyhose, penetrating deep into her vagina and burying themselves in the heels. My wife's eyebrows furrowed, her pantyhose-clad legs taut with stimulation, all the way to her curled toes beneath the dark stockings. I felt a surge of pleasure in my penis and almost ejaculated.

The villagers below shouted, "Hey, buddy, don't take the beauty away! Let your wife go abroad, have some fun, and when she comes back, we'll all have a good time too!"

"We really like your wife," the village chief said, afraid I might take her away in anger. He quickly shouted at the crowd, "Shut up!" The villagers immediately quieted down.

I asked my wife, "Do you want to come back with me?" She didn't answer, seemingly thinking about it. After a while, she said to me, "Honey, do you want me to go back?" I was taken aback, not expecting my wife to ask such a question. Of course, I wanted to take her back as soon as possible, but now I thought that once we went back, this exciting scene would definitely be gone, and I hesitated.

"I'll answer for you!" I followed the voice and saw the person who came. I was surprised and said, "Lingling, what brings you here?" "

Brother Xiong, I tidied up the house before I came." Then, he turned to his wife and said, "I didn't believe that there were really women in the world who were willing to be sex slaves. Now, I finally have to admit it." He walked to his wife's side, took his small foot out of the high heel, raised it between his wife's legs, pulled down her pantyhose, bent his toes, hooked the end of the high heel that was inserted into his wife's vagina, and slowly pulled the high heel out of his wife's vagina. Then, he stretched out his small foot and put the shoe on.

Lingling stomped her shoes on the ground and said, "These shoes fit me perfectly. Sister Xiaohui, don't worry about going there to get disciplined. I'll take care of Xiong Ge. We'll wait for you to come back." Yuanyuan added, "Me too, Sister Xiaohui. I support you. When you go to Europe, I'll help Lingling take care of Xiong Ge. I really want to see what you'll look like after you've been disciplined." Meiqing said, "Xiaohui, those two foreigners seem to really like you. We're not good enough for them. You should go. I know you want to go too, but you're worried about your husband. It's okay, we three women will take care of him." As Meiqing spoke, she reached out and touched my crotch, finding my erect penis. She laughed and said, "Oh, so hard. Which woman are you excited about?" The women giggled and surrounded me.

Seeing that several women were speaking up for her and agreeing to accompany me, my wife seemed relieved and asked me, "Honey, can I go?" Lingling said, "Brother Xiong, Sister Xiaohui has been so frank, what else do you have to say?"

"I..." Bobby suddenly laughed, "He wants to go with his wife, right?" I exclaimed in surprise, "How did you know?" Bobby said like an experienced person, "Same here." Yuanyuan grinned mischievously, "Oh! So that's how it is! After all this time, he wanted to get rid of us!" Lingling said, "Then you accompany Sister Xiaohui, and the house is mine." Meiqing said, "It seems that three heads are not as good as one Zhuge Liang; we've lost face." I scratched my head embarrassedly, letting the women tease me.

John said, "Let's go, friend, we'll train your wife into a real bitch." The crowd cheered. At this moment, Xiaohui felt as if an electric current surged through her body, and she suddenly convulsed, her vagina gushing out pleasurable love juice...

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