My wife was unaware of what happened during those years.

My wife still doesn't know about this. I have a cuckold fetish and have always wanted her to cheat on me, but she has a strict upbringing and a respectable profession, making her extremely resistant to the idea. Every time I mention it to her, she gets very angry, so for the sake of family harmony, I've stopped bringing it up. But over time, my inner lust has become unbearable, and I keep thinking about having some fun with her before we get married.

A few years ago, I met a netizen online. After chatting, we found we had similar interests, so I told her about my troubles. She said my wife is proud, highly educated, and rejects all men except me; she's a truly virtuous woman, and seducing her would be too difficult and time-consuming. I told her I dream of seeing her being played with, of being fucked, touched, and having her mouth filled with semen. She said, "If you want to see her eat other men's semen, I can satisfy that, and she won't even know. I can secretly ejaculate my semen into her food bowl or cup, so she'll eat my semen without knowing, and it will satisfy your desires." I said it was a good idea, but I had to cooperate. He said, "Of course! I have to be there when she eats my semen. I want to see what a virtuous woman looks like eating my semen, and hehe, my semen needs to be fresh to be nutritious!" Seeing the lewd smile on his face, I was instantly filled with the feeling of being cuckolded. I immediately agreed and we arranged to meet at KFC one afternoon this week.

That afternoon, the guy met me at KFC early. I said I had already arranged to meet my wife, who would be here soon. "What should we do?" he asked. He said, "Go buy a sundae with a bean paste filling. I'll go to the bathroom and masturbate, then ejaculate into the sundae for your wife to eat. I'll sit behind you and secretly watch her eat my semen." He laughed as he made the arrangements. A while later, my wife called and said she would be there soon. She asked me to order first. I said I had ordered her a sundae, which she liked. My wife happily agreed. At this moment, the netizen took the sundae to the restroom and came out a short while later, leering at me, "Sorry, I ejaculated a bit too much. Just tell your wife the waiter knew your beautiful wife was coming and specially added extra stuff, hehe." I took the sundae from him, looking at the thick layer of semen on it, thinking that my wife was about to eat someone else's semen. My wife had never eaten semen before; she always wouldn't let me ejaculate in her mouth when I gave her oral sex, but now she was going to eat another man's semen. Just then, I noticed my wife had arrived. I gave the netizen a wink, and he immediately pretended to be a passerby and sat down in a seat behind me. I quickly gestured for my wife to sit down as well, since the netizen could see my wife's face clearly from his position.

My wife said she was a little late, and I said it was okay, the sundae was just a bit melted. My wife saw the sundae and picked up a small spoon to dip it in, saying, "Why is it a bit runny?" I said, "This is a bean sundae. This runny white stuff isn't a sundae, it's bean paste, it's very sweet." I was a little nervous at this point. I watched as my wife used a small spoon to scoop up the semen and started eating it, saying, "Mmm, it's so sweet. It looks thin, but it tastes so rich." My wife chatted with me happily while eating the semen, but I wasn't paying attention. Excited, I watched her eat my online friend's semen and thought, "Poor wife, do you even know you're eating another man's semen? You refused to agree before, but now I've got you!" Just then, my online friend called, saying, "I knew your wife was beautiful, but she's even sexier in person, especially now, eating my semen. You must be very excited, right?" My wife was eating another man's semen. Excited, I could only reply with "uh-huh" on the other end of the phone. My penis was throbbing, but I was afraid my wife would hear, so I could only give that perfunctory answer. My online friend said, "Look, there's my semen on your wife's lips. Tell her to lick it off!" I looked and sure enough, there was a trace of semen on the corner of my wife's mouth. I pointed to her mouth with the phone, and she understood. She stuck out her sexy little tongue and licked the semen off her lips, then scooped up a spoonful and put it in her mouth. But the spoonful was a bit too big and too runny, and when she ate it, a little semen spilled out of her mouth. Before she could wipe it away, she instinctively sucked the little bit of semen back into her mouth. This scene made the netizen on the other end of the phone pant and say to me, "Damn! Look at your wife's slutty behavior! You still say she's dignified and faithful? Look at what she did just now, she didn't even bother to wipe it with a tissue, she just sucked it back in with her mouth! Hurry up! Make your wife eat all my semen!" I said okay and hung up. My wife ate while asking who it was. I casually said it was an annoying client. I looked at the few sundaes left in the cup and asked my wife if it was good. My wife said it was good, but it was a bit sticky. I thought to myself, "Semen is always sticky." I pointed to the remaining sundae and said, "Did you finish it?" My wife stirred the rest of the sundae with a small spoon, drank it all in one gulp, and then licked the remaining semen off the spoon. Excited, I spent the entire afternoon focused on this scene of my wife eating the sundae with semen. That

evening, I immediately went online to contact a friend. He joked, "The plan was a success, wasn't it? Did your wife find out afterwards?" I said my wife is honest and not very observant; she didn't notice at all. He then said, "Your wife is really something; even the way she eats semen is so seductive. You just haven't developed her enough." I said, "She doesn't know. If she did, she'd definitely break up with me." He leered and said, "Your wife is naive. Let's use that weakness to play with her. I guarantee she won't know after I've done it." I asked, "What other methods do you have?" He said, "I have plenty. As long as you cooperate, I guarantee you'll see me every time I do it, satisfying your desires without her knowing. How about that?" I was completely swayed by the online friend's words and plans. A burning lust had engulfed me; I was incapable of rational thought, devoid of any subjective opinions. That night, as he recounted his schemes for taking advantage of my wife, my penis remained erect all night… A few days later, I met with him again. We talked about the sundae incident, and we were both very excited. He said my wife was indeed pure and dignified, beautiful yet refined, a very positive girl. I said, "Since you're so capable with women, why don't you seduce her?" He said that based on his observation of my wife that day, she was a girl without any impure thoughts. Seduce such a girl; it would be too difficult and time-consuming. If the seduction failed, everything would be for nothing, and most importantly, it would have a negative impact on the future. Listening to his analysis of my wife, I felt he understood her better than I did. I asked him, "Will this constant secret affair be successful?" The netizen said, "You know your wife is upright and kind. We can use that to our advantage. Such a noble girl being betrayed by her beloved husband to someone else—you must find that enjoyable, right? So, as long as you're willing, it's already a success." This completely captured my cuckolded heart. Yes, I went through so much to win my wife's heart, shedding tears and suffering heartbreak. And now, I'm conspiring with someone to sleep with my most beloved wife. This agonizing feeling is exactly what I need now; it's an addiction I don't want to quit.

I asked the netizen how we should play next time. He said, "The weather's getting warmer; next time we should do some outdoor exposure, otherwise it'll be a waste of the weather." I shook my head, saying no way. My wife would never agree to outdoor exposure; it's impossible. The netizen said, "There's a first time for everything, and this kind of exposure isn't what you think. As long as you follow my plan and put in a little effort, I guarantee I can satisfy your cuckolded desires." Curious, I asked him what kind of plan it was. My online friend explained that it wouldn't be appropriate to let her expose herself in the wild so abruptly, but since it was my birthday in a few days, and girls are usually more compliant on their beloved man's birthday, plus my wife is kind and considerate, we shouldn't waste this great opportunity. I said that even on my birthday, my wife wouldn't strip naked in public. My friend countered that he never intended for my wife to do anything like that; it would be unacceptable to her. He suggested she wear a remote-controlled butterfly instead of being naked.

I immediately understood what the netizen meant. I knew about the remote-controlled butterfly; it's an adult toy, sold online. But I doubted my wife would wear it. And shipping takes time; what if it missed the deadline? Just then, the netizen pulled a large box from his bag. I recognized it as the remote-controlled butterfly. It turned out he'd planned this all along—to use it on my wife in the wild. I said, "You even prepared this in advance?" The netizen grinned lewdly and said, "Hehe, this thing is powerful and stable; it's practically a combination of a chastity belt and a vibrator. Your wife won't have to worry about it falling off. And look," he said, turning on the remote. With a buzz, the butterfly began to vibrate. He added that the remote had four settings: light, medium, heavy, and extra-heavy. I held the butterfly at level three. The vibration was so intense I could barely hold it. Looking at the vibrating dildo in the center of the butterfly, I wondered if my wife could handle such an intense thing inserted into her tender vagina. The netizen said, "How about it? Not bad, right?" I said the stuff is good, but I'm afraid my wife won't agree. The netizen grinned lewdly and said, "This first step depends on you. It's going to be quite difficult this time, but the bigger the challenge, the more fun it will be, right? I can't wait to see how sexy your wife looks with the butterfly on, hehehe~." Looking at the netizen's meaningful lewd smile, I felt that if this succeeded, it would be incredibly satisfying!

Finally, my birthday arrived. To celebrate, my wife specially wore a bodycon mini-dress with black stockings and red high heels. This outfit was an extra touch from her; she usually doesn't wear black stockings, only doing this for my birthday. Knowing my wife is thoughtful, she bought me a cake and a gift early in the morning, and came home early to clean and cook. Looking at my wife's virtuous and beautiful back, thinking about my wicked plan, my penis slowly began to rise. After dinner, it was time for cake. While blowing out the candles, my wife excitedly urged me to make a wish. I closed my eyes and silently wished for the success of our plans for the day. After blowing out the candles, my wife smiled and asked what I wished for. I said I made a wish, but whether it came true depended on her. My wife asked curiously what it was. I deliberately changed the subject, saying the weather was nice today, and we should go for a walk in the park later. My wife happily agreed, but then asked me the same question again. I pretended to be helpless and said nothing. My kind-hearted wife looked at my silence and slowly approached me, whispering, "Do you want to have sex?" Looking at my innocent wife, I thought to myself, "I fucking want you to be fucked by someone else!" But I deliberately stammered, "Actually, I bought something, but I'm afraid you won't like it. This thing... oh well." My wife became even more curious after seeing me hesitate and say a bunch of things she didn't understand, so she asked what it was. Seeing that I had piqued her curiosity, I said, "Actually, I bought something for you to wear," and then took out a butterfly.

My naive wife had never seen anything like this before. But after glancing at the picture of the naked woman on the packaging, she seemed to understand immediately. She exclaimed in surprise, "What does this mean?" After I explained it to her, she immediately objected. I knew she would object at first, so I feigned disappointment and said, "Sigh~ I know you won't agree. I was just thinking about it." Seeing my utter disappointment, she said, "Why are you so lewd?" I said, "Being lewd isn't a bad thing. It's just that I like you so much. I just envy other couples who can have sex freely. But actually, we're pretty good, just a little monotonous. I won't force you. I just want to have a beautiful memory on this special day. Hehe, I know I'm just daydreaming. It's okay."

Saying this, I put the butterfly back in the box. Seeing my disappointment, my wife hesitated for a moment and said, "Sigh~ I really can't do anything with you, you little lewd devil." Then she took the butterfly and asked curiously, "How do you play with this?" Then I turned on the remote, and with a buzz, the butterfly trembled in my wife's hand. Seeing her shy expression, she called me a pervert, and I just chuckled foolishly. My wife complained, "Why are all you men so lecherous?" Seeing her lower her guard, I said, "Honey, let me be lecherous just this once." Looking at my longing eyes, she finally agreed reluctantly. My heart immediately surged with excitement; I thought, "Finally, I succeeded! This idea from the netizen is brilliant!" Then I asked my wife to try it on with the butterfly. My innocent wife had never seen such things before, let alone had to wear them herself, so she was inevitably a little nervous. After she put it on, I deliberately turned on the remote. My wife let out a soft moan, "Oh, it's so tingly!" I said, "This is only level 1." I asked her with a lecherous grin, "Does it feel good?" My wife asked, "Won't people notice when we go out?" I said, "No, this butterfly is like your underwear. Just think of it as wearing a sanitary napkin on your period." My wife examined herself in the mirror for a while, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong, she emphasized to me with a big smile that it was only for today. I smiled and nodded, thanking her with kisses and hugs. My wife said this was a special birthday gift from her. Hehe, honey, you have no idea how special this gift is! Later, before leaving, I sent an "OK" message to my online friend, asking them to wait for a good shady spot at the park.

On the way, my wife seemed a little awkward at first, afraid that passersby would notice her. But every time I turned on the remote and saw her embarrassed and shy face and her slightly trembling body, I found it incredibly amusing, and gradually she got used to it.

After arriving at the park, my wife said she wanted to take some pictures and enjoy the scenery, asking if she could stop playing around for a bit. I agreed verbally, but in my heart I was thinking, "Hehe, my dear, I won't play with you anymore, but you'd never guess that someone else will be playing with you soon." Just then, a message came from an online friend saying he was following us. I turned around and saw that he had already spotted us and had been tailing us. This guy really knows a lot! The friend replied, "Proceed according to plan." Afterwards, my wife and I went to a less crowded area, found a bench, and sat down to chat. I asked if she had felt anything wrong or uncomfortable along the way. My wife said she was fine, as long as I didn't turn on the remote. I chatted with her with a smile. Then, seeing that the time was right, I suddenly pretended to have a stomachache and needed to go to the toilet. My wife, seeing my anxious expression, believed me and asked if I wanted to go with her. I quickly said no, but my wife said, "Then hurry up and go, but we haven't seen any toilets along the way." I said, "If I really can't, I'll just find a secluded spot to relieve myself." My wife laughed and said, "Don't joke around, let me go quickly." I got up and pretended that my phone was about to die, telling my wife to stay here and not wander around, as the park was big and there were many paths, and she was afraid her phone would die and she wouldn't be able to reach me. My wife agreed, telling me to hurry back, and that she would play on her phone and look at photos. After I left, I found my online friend at the corner. I handed him the remote control and said, "Now it's your turn." Unexpectedly, he pulled a large pair of binoculars from his bag, grinning lewdly, and said, "Hehe, you can use this to clearly enjoy watching me play with your wife." He then handed me the binoculars, saying it was his go-to spying tool, and told me to go to the pavilion on the nearby hill to watch. He said it was sparsely populated there, and the high-powered binoculars would give me a clear view of the surroundings. After saying this, he took out a DSLR camera and, pretending to be a regular tourist, walked towards my wife's location. I looked at the pavilion with the binoculars, admiring the guy's cunning; it seemed my wife was destined to be his. I

quickly reached the pavilion on the hill, and seeing that there weren't many tourists, I hurriedly grabbed the high-powered binoculars and peered out. Sure enough, I could see my wife clearly in the distance. Watching his wife sit quietly in her chair, looking at her phone, he thought to himself, "Wife, do you know that a lecherous wolf is slowly approaching you, and that lecherous wolf is none other than your husband, whom I have sent to devour you?"

Just then, I saw my online friend slowly approach my wife with a remote control. She was sitting in a chair, looking down at her phone. The friend pointed the remote at her legs and pressed a button. My wife's body trembled slightly, she squeezed her legs together a little, and while pulling at her skirt, she looked around. Not seeing me, she picked up her phone. I knew she was going to call me. When I answered, she asked if I was sneaking around nearby. I pretended not to and asked her what was wrong. She said she didn't know why the butterfly was fluttering. I asked if the butterfly was malfunctioning or if some frequency was interfering. She then asked if it was fluttering badly. My wife said it was probably a minor issue, nothing serious. I chuckled and said, "My phone's about to die. I'll be back as soon as I'm done. You can just enjoy yourself here..." Before I could finish, I deliberately hung up, pretending my phone was dead. Then I immediately switched my phone to airplane mode. I saw my wife about to call again. She listened to the phone to make sure it was off, then nervously looked around, covering her legs with her bag, sitting rather awkwardly.

At that moment, I called my online friend and said I'd taken care of things here, and it was up to him now. He said no rush, he wanted to play with my wife slowly. He said, "Look at how uncomfortable your wife is, hehe~ Now, just get ready to see how I get her excited!" As the netizen spoke, he pointed the remote at my wife and switched it to level 2. My wife had never experienced level 2 before; I had only used level 1 before, afraid she wouldn't be able to handle it. With the netizen switching to level 2, my wife really couldn't take it anymore. I could imagine the sensation of that butterfly vibrating and stirring inside her. I watched as my wife squeezed her black-stockinged legs even tighter, her expression extremely unnatural, her face slowly turning red. She opened her lips to take a few breaths, glanced around at the passersby, then lowered her head, her pert buttocks swaying slightly and unnaturally on the chair. I could feel my wife trembling all over. At that moment, the netizen said to me on the other end of the phone, "Look! Look! She's horny, she's horny, hehe~ look at how horny her ass is, she definitely wants to be fucked hard right now!" Hahaha~ Hearing my friend's incredibly perverted laughter on the other end of the phone, my penis immediately became rock hard. I was at a loss for words, just replying with a vague "yes." Looking at my wife, I saw she was now fidgeting, sometimes covering her stomach with her hands, sometimes pressing her legs down. Her two beautiful legs in black stockings were sometimes raised, sometimes crossed, sometimes slightly spread. My friend excitedly said that my wife's sexy legs in black stockings would be his sex toy sooner or later. I blushed, and my uncooperative penis had already broken through the foreskin. Just then, I saw my wife stand up, compose herself, pull her bodycon dress down her legs, tidy herself up a bit, and pick up her bag as if she was about to leave.

My friend on the other end of the phone said, "Oh no, your wife probably wants to find a restroom to take off her 'Dancing Butterfly' dress." As he spoke, he pretended to be a passerby and slowly walked towards my wife. My wife glanced around at the few passersby, then noticed the online friend casually walking towards her and went to meet him. I watched in surprise as my wife actually approached the friend. Her voice came clearly from the other end of the phone: "Hello, is there a restroom nearby?" The friend, feigning nonchalance, replied, "Oh, this park is big and there aren't many restrooms. I don't think I've seen any around here." My wife asked again, "Where?" The friend said, "The nearest restroom is over at Songyuan, but there are many intersections and it's hard to find. Even if I told you, I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to find it." My wife, sounding a little anxious, asked, "Do you know how to get there?" The friend pretended to answer that he often came to this park for photography, but it was too big and he wasn't familiar with some of the paths, though he knew the way to Songyuan. My wife hesitated for a moment on the other end of the phone and said, "Excuse me, could you please take me there?" The friend, still trying to sound sophisticated, said, "Okay, if you're in a hurry, I'll lead the way. I think I remember there's a shortcut nearby."

My naive wife readily believed this lecherous man in sheep's clothing, expressing her gratitude profusely. Watching her trembling, black-stockinged legs walk alongside the man, I felt a pang of conflict. I thought to myself, "My dear wife, little do you know that this kind person beside you is remotely controlling your sexy, black-stockinged legs." I continued watching them. Then, on the other end of the phone, I heard the man ask, "Beautiful lady, why are you alone in the park?" My wife, concerned about her appearance, mumbled, "I came with my boyfriend, but he wasn't feeling well and went to the restroom. His phone died, and he told me to wait here, but he hasn't come back." The man said, "He's probably lost. The roads here are a bit hard to find. There's only one restroom nearby. Let's hurry over; maybe we'll run into him. But then again, your boyfriend is so irresponsible, leaving such a pretty girl here alone. He probably just graduated from college, right?" Hearing my online friend still taking a jab at me at this point, I felt incredibly pathetic. But wasn't this all part of our plan?

I glanced at him again as he led my wife down a deserted path not far from where we were. I carefully observed the path through my binoculars and confirmed it was indeed a perfect, secluded spot. No one ever passed by; probably not many people even knew about it. It seemed my friend had arranged everything beforehand. Then I listened to his rambling on the phone: "This park is beautiful. The sun is shining today, and it'll be even better in summer. I'm a professional photographer, and it's a pleasure to meet you today. To be honest, I wouldn't say you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, but you certainly have the most elegant air. If it's convenient later, could I take some photos of you with this beautiful scenery?" Looking at my wife, I had no interest in listening to his nonsense. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and her legs, clad in black stockings, trembled as she walked, barely able to move. She simply gave him perfunctory answers, not even giving him a proper look. After the online friend complimented my wife a few more times, he noticed she wasn't paying him any attention. He deliberately slowed his pace, walked to a flowerbed behind her, picked up his camera, and said, "The lighting here is unusually good. Wait a moment, I'll take these few shots and then we'll leave." I was watching my wife, completely oblivious to the online friend taking pictures. Helpless, she walked towards a nearby stream, turned around, hugged her waist, and slightly raised one heel to look at the stream for comfort. Looking at the online friend behind my wife now, it wasn't about taking pictures of flowers at all. Seeing my wife's back to him, he quickly grabbed his camera, squatted down behind her, and snapped a few photos of her trembling buttocks. He stood up, looked at the camera, and grinned wickedly. Then he picked up the phone, chuckling lewdly, and whispered to me, "Your wife is soaking wet, hehehe~" I was speechless on the other end of the line, managing to squeeze out, "W-what do you mean?" Then a netizen said, "Thank goodness for today's sunny weather and my high-powered DSLR camera! I took a picture of your wife's legs in black stockings! After zooming in, I saw her thighs and her sexy buttocks... haha!! They're already soaking wet!! Hehehe~" I took a deep breath on the other end of the phone, thinking that usually when I made love to my wife, her arousal was only superficial. This butterfly effect was so powerful! It actually made her wet from her buttocks all the way down to her thighs! Hearing the netizen's smug, lewd laughter, I couldn't help but feel jealous.

I objected, saying, "I heard you trying to flirt with my wife for a while, and she barely paid any attention to you. That means she still maintains her composure and dignity even in this situation." The netizen retorted on the other end of the phone, "Your wife is composure? Your wife is dignified? Humph, I'll teach her to pretend!" After saying that, he got up and walked to my wife's side. On the other end of the phone, the netizen gave my wife a fake apology, saying that he had kept her waiting and that we should go now.

After the netizen finished speaking, I noticed my wife seemed a bit dazed from the intense butterfly dance. Her face flushed, she frowned, took a deep breath, and while secretly crossing one leg forward, she slowly replied, "It's okay." I guess she really was about to collapse. Seeing my wife's sluggish reaction, the netizen deliberately said, "Miss, you seem a little unwell. You don't look well. Are you sick? Should we go to the infirmary around here? I know it well." My wife quickly said no, she just wanted to get to the restroom. The netizen immediately apologized, "Yes, yes, it's all my fault for delaying you. Let's hurry." He then quickened his pace. Hearing this from the netizen on the phone, I couldn't help but feel annoyed. This path was already difficult to walk on, and with my wife wearing high heels and being tormented by the butterfly dance, how could she possibly walk fast? I looked at my wife with pity, noticing her body seemed contorted, her plump, round buttocks swaying occasionally. Her legs, clad in black stockings, followed behind my online friend with small, high-heeled steps. Watching her determined figure, I even felt a sudden urge to encourage her to hold on.

But then, I suddenly saw her squat down, followed by a soft "Ah!" from the other end of the phone. In a panic, I quickly picked up the phone and asked my online friend what was wrong. He said slowly and softly, "Nothing, I just switched the remote to level four. Hehe, I didn't expect your wife to react so strongly!" I was stunned and speechless. Level four? You didn't even turn on level three before jumping straight to the highest level? Watching my wife squat there, curled up in a ball, her body trembling violently, I heard my online friend pretend to be anxious and ask what was wrong. But then I saw him deliberately slow his pace, swaying as he walked towards my wife. I knew the netizen was deliberately slowing down, wanting to savor his wife's sexy embarrassment. He walked up to her, bent down to help her up, but she lost her balance from shaking so violently. Her delicate hands instinctively grabbed his pants. Instead of helping her up, he deliberately pushed his legs back, causing her to squat on the ground, clinging to his trousers for support. Instead of squatting, she ended up kneeling before him. This scene left me, watching from a distance, completely stunned. It was blatant groveling! A posture that would never happen in our daily lives! Then, the netizen turned to me in the pavilion, making a mocking face! His expression seemed to say, "Didn't you say your wife was reserved? Didn't you say your wife was dignified?" Hehehe~~ I was completely stunned. Looking at the smug expression on my online friend's face, and then at my poor wife kneeling at his feet, my heart raced, and I felt my penis throbbing uncontrollably.

At that moment, my wife, kneeling before him, trembled even more violently, her plump buttocks twisting exaggeratedly in all directions! And then, from the other end of the phone came a voice that filled me with both worry and longing. Yes, my wife began to moan, though not loudly, I heard it clearly. I couldn't believe that my usually well-mannered and pure wife could have such a lewd side! An indescribable sense of contradiction welled up inside me; I was worried about my wife's safety, yet also eager to see what would happen next.

This time, my wife was completely defeated by the four-level force of the butterfly massage. Her hands gripped the corners of my online friend's trousers, and her head was almost touching his feet. Then, my online friend reached out and grabbed one of my wife's hands, lifting her up. I thought he was afraid of going too far and was helping her up. Unexpectedly, the netizen only grabbed his wife's hand and pulled her up, rubbing her against his thigh. His wife, already shaken by the butterfly vibrator at its maximum setting, was experiencing uncontrollable trembling of her buttocks, making her lower body uncontrollable. She couldn't even muster the strength to stand up. The wicked netizen, holding only her hand, pulled her lower body forcefully, causing her upper body and face to involuntarily press against his leg. When he had brought her to his crotch, he deliberately didn't lift her further. His wife tried to squat down, but because her buttocks were still uncontrollable from the butterfly vibrator, she couldn't squat completely. Furthermore, the netizen's deliberate pulling brought her face tightly against his penis, which was only separated by a thin pair of pants.

Damn! Now she was truly groveling!

At this moment, I was reaching the peak of excitement, one hand involuntarily covering my penis, which was about to explode. Looking at the grinning face of the netizen, I guessed his penis was bigger than mine right now. While watching him deliberately toy with my wife, I listened to the voice on the other end of the phone. He said, "Beautiful lady, what's wrong with you? Are you sick? Why can't I pull you up?" He pretended to be strong, but actually rubbed his penis, through his pants, against my wife's face. My wife was now completely out of control, and I heard her cry out, "No~ no~ don't do this~ you can't get up~ let me~ let me squat down first."

Hearing my wife's panting, I felt both heartache and arousal. Then I heard the netizen pretend to say, "Oh, okay, okay! Slow down, slow down," but his movements didn't slow down at all. He just pretended to increase the amplitude of his movements to make my wife think he was slowing down. He then swung his hands downwards, causing my wife's entire body to sink down and squat back to her original position. Then I heard the netizen say, "Okay, this time I'll go along with you." My wife, already speechless from his advances, could only nod slightly in agreement. Just then, I suddenly noticed the netizen shift his stance, his right foot sneakily moving between my wife's legs while she wasn't looking. As he deliberately tried to pull my wife up from her squatting position, he simultaneously jerked his right foot up, presumably hitting her crotch with his toe. I heard my wife scream on the other end of the phone, "Ahhhhhh!" as she landed on the netizen's foot. The scream startled him, and he hurriedly said to his wife, "Ah, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I was just trying to pull you up and didn't notice where I kicked you!" He then quickly looked around to see if anyone was watching. My wife's scream was quite loud, attracting the attention of some other passengers who turned to look in the direction of the sound.

This time, my wife was completely exhausted. She was slumped on the right foot of my online friend like a lump of mud, her trembling body leaning against his leg, panting softly. Her long, black-stockinged legs were exposed before him, one high heel dangling to the side. I felt genuinely sorry for her. I quickly hung up and called back. The online friend took the phone, turned his head, and whispered, "What's wrong?" I said, "That's enough! You can't play like this! Do you really want to ruin my wife?" The online friend chuckled lewdly and whispered, "Feeling sorry? Hehehe~ Can you see my stinky feet pressing against your wife's genitals right now? Damn! Your wife is a complete slut. My shoes are soaking wet."

I saw the online friend rubbing his right foot against my wife's crotch as he spoke, and I could hear her moaning through the phone again. I started pleading with the online friend, "If you're going to play, at least be gentle. Please turn off the shutter button." The online friend replied, "You idiot!" "What do you know! I'm helping you train your wife, and this is the crucial moment to awaken her potential. Don't you dare mess things up." I was genuinely worried this time, and I begged my online friend to go easy on her. Seeing me so pathetically pleading for my wife, the friend said, "Okay, I'll switch the butterfly back to level 1." He then turned back to look at my wife.

At this moment, my wife was in a brief semi-convulsive state due to the hard kick from my friend, clinging tightly to his right leg and trembling. In her current predicament, she probably didn't realize that my friend had been on the phone with me. But the cunning friend deliberately raised his voice, trying to make her think he was talking to someone else. He then said, "I have a bit of an emergency, I'll leave it at that for now and contact you another day." After saying that, he leaned down and shook my wife, saying, "Are you alright, beautiful? Wake up... Can you hear me?" At this moment, probably because the butterfly had been switched back to level 1, my wife regained some of her senses, slightly raised her head, looked at my friend, and nodded.

The netizen said again, "I think you're really sick. I'll call 120." Seeing the netizen pick up the phone, my wife stretched out her weak hand to stop him. I heard her weakly say on the phone, "I'm just a little tired, but I feel better now. Let me rest a little longer, I'll be fine in a bit." Then I heard the netizen say, "No way, beautiful! You must have some kind of illness! Look how much you're sweating! Oh dear, look how much you're shaking. You're sitting on my feet, I can feel my feet shaking so much!"

Hearing this, I thought to myself, "This bastard is really a jerk. Isn't he deliberately insulting my wife in front of her?" But at the same time, I was excited to hear what my wife had to say.

I saw my wife's face turn bright red after hearing the netizen's words, and she struggled to stand up. But the netizen deliberately rubbed his foot against her crotch, causing her to sit back down. At the same time, I heard the netizen deliberately say on the phone, "Slow down, slow down, see, see, still not working, right?" The wife, her face flushed, said to the netizen, "Could you please put your foot down?" Seeing that his wife might be a little angry, the netizen didn't dare say anything more. He helped her squat down and then slowly pulled out her right foot, which was probably soaking wet.

Perhaps sensing the awkward atmosphere, the netizen quickly glanced at the red high heel lying to the side and said insincerely, "Oh! I just noticed your shoe fell off." The wife then noticed that her high heel had been thrown aside during the series of violent movements. She squatted down and said, "Could you please pick up my shoe for me?" Actually, the netizen had been waiting for this. He went over, picked up the high heel, and then, when his wife wasn't looking, secretly smelled the inside of the heel before handing it back to her with a smug look. Seeing that

it was difficult for his wife to put on her shoe while squatting, the netizen said to her, "Miss, let me help you up before you put on your shoe, otherwise you might twist your ankle." My wife tried to put on her heels a few times, but before she could finish, she took them off and said, "I wasn't feeling well earlier, but I should be able to stand up by myself now." Then I heard my online friend say, "My posture when I helped you was wrong. I shouldn't have pulled you from the front; your center of gravity is all down there, making it difficult to help you up. I should have helped you up from the side. You've been squatting for too long; if you force yourself to stand up, your legs will go numb and you might fall." Hearing this on the phone, I knew he was up to something again. I glanced at my wife, seeing her innocent expression and hearing her voice on the phone, and thought, "Okay, then try helping me up from the side." I thought to myself, "Sigh~ silly wife, you're going to get tricked by him again."

Sure enough, I saw my online friend secretly take the remote control out of his pocket and hold it in his hand. Then, without batting an eye, he walked over and began to help my wife up from the side. On the phone, I heard my online friend pretend to be concerned and tell my wife, "This time, take it slow. Lean forward a little so I can get a better grip." My naive wife actually believed him and leaned slightly forward as he helped her up. Just as she was about to stand, he suddenly pressed the remote control hard. I heard my wife scream again on the other end of the line, and then I saw her about to fall forward. Seeing his chance, he immediately reached behind her and grabbed her waist, quickly moving behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist in a back hug. Then I heard him deliberately say on the phone, "Hey, beautiful, why are you doing this again? Don't lean forward anymore, watch your head!" But what about my wife? I looked on anxiously and saw her body begin to tremble again. She was being held between his arms, her front almost touching the ground, forming a near 70-degree angle.

All I could hear on the other end of the phone was my wife's incoherent moans, "Ah~ no~ I~ uh I don't know~ ah~~." I understood immediately; my online friend had probably switched the dance mode back to level 4. Hearing her moans, my penis involuntarily hardened again. I looked at my friend; he was gripping my wife's slender waist tightly, swinging her body like a pendulum, and pressing his genitals hard against her trembling buttocks, making it impossible for her to resist leaning forward.

At the same time, I could hear him talking to her on the phone, "Don't shake! I can't lift you like this. Don't put your hands on the ground, or you'll bump your head!" My wife was trembling, her hands reaching for the ground; it seemed he was trying to create a sense of weightlessness in her, and her body was now completely under his control. Then I watched as my online friend, swaying my wife, led her towards a large rock by the roadside. I noticed the rock was large but not very high. I heard him say over the phone, "Hold onto this rock first, steady yourself." Surprisingly, my wife obediently leaned against the rock. Then, my friend took out the remote and pressed a button. I heard my wife let out a soft "uh-uh" and was about to fall onto the rock. At that moment, I realized that he had only set the remote to level 3, so that my wife, who was still somewhat conscious, could be swayed to the rock and secured. Then he would switch to level 4, completely paralyzing her and leaving her at his mercy. Excited, I stared, mouth agape, at my wife leaning against the rock, her legs in black stockings pressed together unnaturally, her buttocks swaying lewdly towards my friend. Then, I heard him tentatively ask, "Beautiful lady, how are you feeling now?" His wife, ravaged by the butterfly-shaped incense burner, had lost consciousness, only panting softly. The netizen, realizing she was completely disoriented, asked her a few more questions and tried to release her. But as soon as he let go, she involuntarily tried to squat down. He had to lift her up, but she would try to squat down again. This repeated a couple of times until he grew angry.

Suddenly, he thrust his genitals hard into the butterfly-shaped incense

burner in his wife's buttocks, muttering, "You better crawl properly!" This thrust was even harder than the previous kick! His wife felt as if she'd been electrocuted; she didn't even make a sound, only taking a deep breath through her nose, her black-stockinged legs immediately stiffening. Then, taking advantage of her dazed state, the netizen swiftly and forcefully spread her legs apart, widening them to an obtuse angle, fixing her body firmly to the rock like a cannon pylon.

Watching my wife stand there frozen, as if under a spell cast by the online friend, I felt a surge of madness. I had fantasized many times about having sex with her in the wild, but she was proud and upright by nature, always rejecting me. Now, she probably never imagined that her pure and innocent self would be so easily taken advantage of in the open. My wife, you have no idea that this was all part of my plan with someone else. The more I thought about it, the more excited I became, anticipating what the online friend would do next. I saw the online friend shake my wife's body, confirming she was securely restrained, before slowly releasing her hands.

Then, on the other end of the phone, the online friend pretended to be concerned and said to my wife, "Beautiful lady! Tell me the truth, are you sick? Do you have any medicine in your bag? Let me check." "Huh? Okay?" he said, pretending to casually rummage through my wife's bag before adding, "No medicine? What are we going to do? You do this! Hold on here for a bit, I'll go find someone to help." After speaking, the netizen took a few steps back. Unexpectedly, my wife's voice came from the other end of the phone, "No~~". Hearing this, I couldn't help but feel moved. I understood what my wife meant; she didn't want more people to see her in this embarrassing state.

My wife is a girl with extremely strong self-esteem, but today her self-esteem had been repeatedly crushed by this wicked netizen. My wife was now completely ravaged, yet she still refused the netizen with that last bit of self-respect. But then the netizen said, "Don't worry, I won't abandon you! I'll come back immediately if I see no one nearby. Just give me one minute."

Saying this, the netizen took a few more steps back behind my wife, looked up at me, and then picked up his phone, saying, "Your wife's self-control is truly impressive; she's still conscious." Looking at my wife's figure, which resembled a cannonball, I was instantly aroused. Excitedly, I stammered to the netizen, "So, next, how...how do you want to play?" The netizen chuckled lewdly and said, "Hehe, don't be impatient, I'll show you a good show first." Curious, I asked, "What is it?" The netizen continued with a laugh, "Have you ever played with remote-controlled race cars or remote-controlled airplanes?"

Hearing this from a netizen, I was so excited I didn't dare think any further. Then, the netizen picked up the remote and grinned at me, saying, "Hehehe~ Let me show you how I remotely control your wife!!" He held the remote and pressed a button on his wife's protruding, plump buttocks, saying, "Let you relax a bit, level 2." His wife's previously stiff, silk-stockinged legs slowly relaxed, her previously trembling buttocks began to sway up and down, and her bare, black-stockinged foot slowly lowered. But before that sexy black-stockinged heel could even touch the ground, the wicked netizen pressed the remote again, saying, "Level 3! Go!" His wife's body, which had relaxed, suddenly tensed up again! The poor little black-stockinged heel was forced to lift up again with the intense vibrations of the butterfly.

"Hehe~ Level 1," the lecherous netizen said, pressing the remote to level 1 again. Without any hesitation, his wife's knees buckled immediately. Just as she was about to squat down, the netizen pressed the remote harder, laughing, "Haha~ Want to squat down and rest? Not so easy, level 3! Get up!" This time, the netizen's level 3 push caused his wife's plump buttocks, which were about to bend, to bounce back up, her silk-clad legs trembling.

The netizen continued to manipulate the remote, controlling his wife's body, and lewdly said to me, "Hehehe~~ Look at your wife's slutty appearance, and you still say your wife is pure? Noble? Look at the way her legs are swaying, look at the way her buttocks are twisting, and look at how that slutty foot is hooked, ahahaha~ Doesn't she look like she's doing a pole dance?" Then I saw my wife completely let loose this time. Her legs, which had been angled at an acute angle, transformed into an M-shape. Her slender waist writhed up and down, her plump buttocks swaying along with it. And from the other end of the phone came moans I'd never heard before, like a prostitute spreading her legs wide in a striptease. "

I knew it! What woman doesn't moan?" my online friend said smugly. I stared at this scene in shock. I never imagined my wife could

be so wanton. Was this really my wife? I heard my friend excitedly using the remote control, repeatedly saying, "3, 1, 3, 2, 3." My wife was being manipulated by him, her body contorting in exaggerated ways, almost like a monster.

Suddenly, I heard him say fiercely, "One last 4! Go! Go!! Go!!!" Hahaha~~ My wife's writhing body suddenly arched upwards, then, like a robot, returned to its original position, her body trembling rapidly as if numb. Just then, I heard an even more perverted laugh from the other end of the phone: "Hahaha~~~ Your wife came, hahaha~~ This slut actually came from me!!"

Stunned, I quickly used high-powered binoculars to carefully observe between my wife's legs. Suddenly, I noticed streams of liquid continuously shooting out from between her thighs. Could this be the legendary "squirt"? Impossible! My wife was wearing a butterfly mask, panties, and black stockings—how could she still ejaculate from so many layers?! Excitedly, I asked my friend on the other end of the phone, "Did she pee?" My friend laughed and said, "Haha, whether she peed or ejaculated, your wife came from me anyway."

Then, deliberately, my friend asked, "Have you ever made your wife come?" Embarrassed, I didn't know how to answer. I could only stammer that I knew little about this and asked for guidance in the future. My friend laughed and said, "We're practically family! Your wife is my wife! Haha~." At this moment, I looked at my wife again. She was so shaken by the sudden, maximum force that her whole body felt like it was cramping. Her body was so exhausted that she collapsed onto the large rock. Her two black legs, which had been bent at an obtuse angle, were still stiff and trembling slightly in place. She was almost entirely supported by the toe of her bare, black-stockinged foot, but her big ass was still wiggling. The netizen looked at my wife's fat ass wriggling towards him, picked up the phone and said to me, "Look, your wife's sexy ass is calling me. I'm going to go and fuck her hard!"

I was already at my peak of excitement, but then I suddenly remembered that my wife was ovulating these past few days, so I said to the netizen, "Did you...did you use a condom?" The netizen was stunned for a moment and said, "I never use condoms when I fuck women. What's wrong?" I said, "Today is her fertile period. Can you not ejaculate inside her?" Unexpectedly, the netizen said, "Fuck! Are you stupid? How can I get satisfaction if I don't ejaculate inside her? Your wife's sex toy is all set up. I'm going to go and fuck her right now!"

After saying that, the netizen excitedly unzipped his pants, revealing a huge, erect penis that sprang out like a tiger unleashed from its cage! I carefully examined the netizen's ridiculously large penis through binoculars, then touched my own penis and suddenly realized that it was shrinking back in fear. The difference was too great, and another wave of shame rushed to my head. Watching the netizen, with a lewd

look on his face, slowly walk towards my wife's plump buttocks with his huge penis erect, I quickly begged him, "Brother! What if she gets pregnant?" But the netizen laughed and said, "If she gets pregnant with my child, just give birth to it for me. You're getting married anyway, so isn't it good to give your son to you for free? You like being cuckolded, right? I'll make sure you wear this cuckold for life, hahaha~" Hearing the netizen's words, I was completely defeated and could only plead with him, saying that I would let him fuck me next time I had a better plan, and that today was really her fertile period. The netizen had already walked up behind his wife, his large penis erect and aimed at her buttocks. He whispered to me, "Okay," and then said to his wife, "Beautiful lady, I searched for ages and there wasn't a soul around. I was worried you might be in danger alone here, so I rushed over. How are you feeling now?" As he spoke, he subtly pressed his penis against his wife's plump buttocks.

His wife, completely absorbed in the intense, high-intensity massage, didn't even notice his large penis pressed against her buttocks. She simply mumbled, "It's okay~ I'll rest for a bit~ uh~ I'll be fine in a bit~ You can go now~ ah~." The netizen then pretended to say, "How can I? You're a weak woman, and you're already this sick. If I abandon you, am I even a man?" Although he said this, his hand secretly lifted his wife's tight-fitting short skirt from behind, revealing her shapely, swaying black buttocks completely to him. Staring at the trembling black-stockinged buttocks, he continued, "Beautiful lady, are you having epilepsy?" Why have you been trembling ever since I met you? I heard that for epilepsy, you need to hold the patient down to stop the trembling. Let me help you treat it.

Saying this, he grabbed his wife's slender waist with one hand and used his other hand to tease her black-stockinged buttocks. His wife was currently in the throes of orgasm, oblivious to what was happening behind her. With the online friend's teasing, her contorted body trembled even more violently. Seeing this, the online friend deliberately said, "You're really trembling, I can't hold you down anymore. I need to try a different position. Don't move, don't move! How about this? How about this?" As he spoke, he made the movements, inserting both hands into his wife's waist, his large penis pushing and thrusting against her buttocks, presenting a scene resembling an old man pushing a cart.

At this point, I couldn't feel anything anymore, only hearing my wife's almost frantic moans on the other end of the phone, followed by the shameful sounds of flesh colliding. I then saw the netizen's hands slowly move from my wife's waist to her plump, silk-clad buttocks, gripping them firmly while saying, "Beautiful lady, just hang in there a little longer, I think it'll be over soon. Oh dear, you're sweating so much, your clothes are soaked. Let me wipe you clean." As he spoke, the netizen used both hands to spread my wife's buttocks apart, and then inserted his engorged, purplish-red penis between her thighs, as if preparing for anal sex. He then said to my wife, "You're really sweating a lot, let me wipe you clean so you don't catch a cold from the wind." My wife seemed to be completely dazed from the four-speed butterfly massage; she just nodded at everything the netizen said.

Seeing his wife completely dazed, the netizen became bolder, kneading her silk-clad buttocks and engaging in anal sex. His large penis deeply penetrated between her silk-clad buttocks, stroking up and down. Her buttocks, already wet with her juices, were naturally slippery and wet. His hands weren't idle either, sometimes caressing her buttocks, sometimes reaching towards her thighs. Then, he turned his face towards me, deliberately making a very enjoyable expression. Watching him enjoy my wife's smooth, plump buttocks, I couldn't help but feel jealous. My wife usually dresses formally and rarely wears stockings, especially black ones. Every time I wanted her to wear stockings during sex, she would deliberately refuse. And now, my wife, do you even know you're being anally sexed by a stranger? Just then, I heard my friend's breathing quicken. I looked over and saw him thrusting violently, his hips pounding against my wife's silk-clad buttocks. His large penis, deeply embedded between her buttocks, was throbbing with veins. Suddenly, he thrust forward, twisting her buttocks and making her tremble. Then, his penis, at its maximum, ejaculated thick streams of semen onto her buttocks. He exhaled, then used his penis to smear the semen evenly on her buttocks. He picked up the remote and pressed a button, and my wife slowly slumped onto the large rock.

He shook her and said, "Are you alright, beautiful? Still feeling unwell? I see you're not trembling as much anymore, beautiful, beautiful?" He looked at her face, then grinned lewdly and picked up the phone, saying to me, "Heh~ heh~ heh~ your wife rolled her eyes. I didn't expect you could get so exhausted like this. Looks like your wife is pretty horny!" Further development is needed. It was only then that I realized my wife had reached her limit during a prolonged orgasm, her entire nervous system had completely collapsed, and she had finally been brought to a state of convulsions by the online friend.

Looking at my poor wife, I felt a pang of heartache. I picked up the phone and asked the online friend, "How's my wife? Did she get hurt?" The online friend replied, "She's fine~ Your wife is resilient, she won't break." I looked at my wife with concern and said, "I don't see her getting up. Why hasn't she moved for so long? Has she fainted?" The online friend calmly said, "Don't worry, she's just exhausted from prolonged exertion. She's not exactly unconscious, at most she's just passed out."

I thought to myself, what the hell is the difference? I asked again, "So what do we do now?" The online friend said, "Well, let's find a place for her to rest. You come down from the hill first and follow us. We're going to Songyuan now." Saying this, he pulled my wife up, carried her on his back, and headed towards the main road. I saw my online friend carry his wife off the side path and onto the main road, so I hurried down the mountain too. On the main road, I saw him carrying his wife and followed them a short distance behind. But soon I realized why he wanted me to follow him.

It turned out he wanted me to see him playing with my wife up close again. He bounced my wife on his back to make sure she was still unconscious, then stretched his arms back and used his hands to support her buttocks, spreading his fingers to firmly cup her plump bottom. I watched intently as he scratched and played with her buttocks, feeling a surge of arousal, and my penis began to rise again. Just then, a group of students who had just finished playing ball appeared in the distance. I saw him immediately lift my wife's skirt and slowly move his hands from her buttocks to her buttocks, holding her two black-stockinged feet and playing with them as he walked towards the group of students.

As he approached the group of students, the netizen bounced his wife on his back, deliberately making her exposed black-stockinged buttocks stick out, and then deliberately slowed his pace. The students in front of him all turned their heads, staring dumbfounded at his wife's exposed buttocks. A few bolder students quickly took out their phones and secretly snapped a few pictures of his wife's buttocks. He walked closer and listened to the students talking about his wife. "

Hey, look at that woman's butt, it's so nice! Why does it look a little wet?" "Hehe, it's been fucked!" "Yeah! Those two must have just gone out for some fun. Is this slut a prostitute?" "Haha! Even if she's not a prostitute, this bitch must be a public bus, she's been fucked by men countless times, yeah!" "Exactly! Damn! I really want to go over and fuck her hard!" "Hehe, then you go~" "Hey? Why aren't you going?" "Haha, if I went, you guys wouldn't have anything to do~" "Hey, did you take any pictures?" "Yes!" "Got it! Huh? What's that thing stuck in her ass? Hmm? Wow! Is it a vibrator? You idiot! It must be an anal plug! Haha, what a slut! I'll post this online when I get back! Yeah, yeah! Hahaha~ Listening to these students shamelessly discussing their wives, I felt both angry and aroused, my penis throbbing. I continued walking with my online friend, and soon we arrived at Songyuan. He found a bench by the roadside and put my wife down, letting her lie on the bench while she was still unconscious. He took off his coat and covered her with it, then picked up her bag and let her rest her head on it. He glanced at her sexy high heels and played with them for a bit. He looked back at me and pointed to the convenience store next door, signaling me to go there.

When we got there, he lit a cigarette and leisurely commented on my wife, 'Your wife is really great! Big and bouncy ass, it's a pity you really don't know how to develop it.'" I said, "Yes, otherwise why would I ask for your help?" The netizen said, "Haha~ Let's not be so polite, you know? Based on my feelings today, I dare say your wife is actually a complete slut! Not only physically, but also mentally!" Hearing this, I was skeptical and said, "Really? I've been with her for so many years, I know her well. She's usually very well-behaved and upright. Her behavior today was just a special breakthrough. I don't really believe she's mentally promiscuous."

The netizen gave me a disdainful look and said, "Sigh~~ Young man, you're still too green. You haven't met enough women. I've seen all kinds of women. Women come in all shapes and sizes, but remember this! Every woman has a promiscuous side; it just depends on whether the man has the ability to uncover it. It's just that it's a bit difficult to cultivate a woman like your wife." Still skeptical, I said, "I know what you're saying, but changing a person is easier said than done." "How could a woman like my wife possibly be successfully 'developed'? We don't know how to brainwash women."

Seeing my continued disbelief, the netizen added, "Developing a woman, in a way, is actually a form of brainwashing. It's all about technique and skill." I then asked, "So, according to you, you're trying to seduce my wife?" The netizen looked at me for a moment and said, "Originally, I just wanted to have some casual fun, but now I feel your wife is truly exceptional. It would be a shame not to develop such a slut. Besides, your wife is extremely proud and upright. Developing a woman like that is a truly challenging and exciting experience!" Seeing the netizen's passionate words, I said, "So, can't we still sneak around and have some fun in the future?" The netizen said, "Sneak around! I didn't say we wouldn't sneak around! Seduction and sneaking around can go hand in hand. The fun of sneaking around is quite interesting too~~hehe."

Seeing the netizen's confident words, I thought to myself, "This guy's got a big mouth. He thinks he can just seduce a woman like my wife?" Seeing my continued disbelief, the netizen persisted, saying, "If you don't believe me, I'll demonstrate right here and now." I replied, "Okay, I'd really like to see how you seduce my wife." Seeing my skepticism, the netizen said nothing, just smiled and went into the convenience store. A moment later, he came out and said to me, "Call my phone, and you'll see how I seduce your wife." He then walked towards my wife. Watching his confident figure, I couldn't help but feel worried. After dialing the number, I hid nearby and spied on him. I saw him reach the bench, and seeing my wife was still asleep, he picked up the phone and deliberately raised his voice. The noise woke my wife, who was lying on the bench.

The wife rubbed her eyes, staring blankly for a moment, before realizing she was lying on a bench, a men's jacket draped over her shoulders. Looking around at the unfamiliar surroundings and noticing her online friend making a phone call nearby, she suddenly froze, as if realizing something. She abruptly sat up, quickly brushing her long hair aside and patting herself thoroughly, finding herself completely soaked. She then reached under the jacket to her legs, rubbing and examining them with her fingers, before suddenly noticing something. Her face flushed crimson. Just then, her online friend, seeing she was awake, put down his phone and came over, asking softly, "You're awake? Feeling better now?" The wife turned her blushing face away, asking, "Where am I? How did I get here?" At that

moment, a middle-aged woman appeared out of nowhere, saw the wife, and exclaimed loudly, "Oh my! This girl's awake? Is she alright? Oh dear, you know how dangerous that was!" Looking at the woman, not only was my wife stunned, but I was dumbfounded too. Who was this? Curious, I continued watching and said, "Oh dear, thank goodness for this young man! He carried you such a long way. What if something had happened to you?" My wife stared blankly at the woman and replied, "...Huh?" The woman continued, "What 'huh'? What? You don't know? You had an epileptic seizure! This young man saved your life! He carried you for so long—I saw it all! What a good person! Hehe. Eh? You two are a couple, right?" Hearing this woman's rambling, I couldn't help but get angry. What the hell was she talking about? Who the hell are you? Saying my wife had an epileptic seizure? You're the one with epilepsy! Where did this crazy woman come from? At this moment, the netizen stepped in and said, "Auntie, didn't I just tell you? I'm not her husband, I'm her friend." Then the older woman said, "Oh, you two are friends? I thought you two were dating. Alright, alright, it's good that you're okay, girl. Keep it up!" With that, the woman turned to leave.

My naive wife, seemingly understanding something from the woman's words, thanked her several times and looked at the online friend with gratitude in her eyes. The woman, walking towards the convenience store, muttered to my wife, "Sigh, I've been in this park for so many years, what haven't I seen? Just recently, a young man committed suicide here. Young people these days, they should know how to cherish what they have!" She then went into the convenience store.

Then, I secretly peeked inside and it dawned on me: this was a setup hired by the online friend! The woman was the store owner; the online friend must have bribed her when he entered, and the two of them had deliberately staged this charade to deceive my wife. How could my naive wife see through this? I quickly looked towards my wife again, and heard her blushing as she said to the online friend, "Um, I'm sorry, thank you for earlier."

Then I saw the online friend pretending to be extremely calm and say, "Hey~ don't talk nonsense, that auntie. She just happened to see me carrying you and running here. But I was really startled on the path just now. I didn't know what was wrong with you. There was no one there, and you were shaking so badly that I was really afraid you were in danger. So I took it upon myself to carry you and think about finding the clinic in the park. But when we got here, you stopped shaking. We just happened to run into this auntie, and after I explained the situation to her, she suggested that I put you down to rest and see how things went. What? You don't remember anything at all?" Hearing the online friend's explanation, my wife frowned and rubbed her head, saying, "Oh, I see. I only remember that I turned to the side and fell to the ground. I can't remember anything else."

Seeing his confused wife struggling to recall what had just happened, the netizen's lewd smile slowly crept up his lips. He then deliberately said, "Your phone's on silent, isn't it? Your husband probably just called. I heard it vibrating the whole time I was carrying you on my back. It was probably him." Hearing this, the wife's expression

turned extremely embarrassed. Her face flushed crimson, and she quickly covered her lower body with her hands, remaining silent for a long time. Seeing his wife's awkwardness, the netizen changed the subject. "Oh, by the way, didn't you want to go to the bathroom? It's right here." The wife glanced at the bathroom, immediately got up, grabbed her bag, and headed towards it.

Seeing her about to go to the bathroom, the netizen said, "Wait a minute," and took a towel from his bag, saying, "I know you've been sweating a lot, you might need to freshen up. This is one I just bought, take it. There's hot water in the bathroom, you can use this to freshen up." He handed the towel to his wife, who blushed as she took it, whispered a thank you, and went into the bathroom.

The netizen, looking at me with a smug expression, picked up his phone and leered, saying, "Hehe, your wife went into the bathroom to remove the 'butterfly' from her cunt. I bet her cunt fluid stuck it all up, hahaha." I said, "You can't play like that! You're even using a shill!" But the netizen replied, "You don't know anything. This is called strategy." I asked, "What about later? When can I show up?" The netizen said, "Don't worry, you'll find out soon enough." He then went into the convenience store, smiled, thanked the woman inside, exchanged a few words, and came out with a hot drink.

Not long after, I saw my wife emerge from the restroom. She looked exhausted, her dress was wrinkled after some adjusting, and her black stockings were off, revealing a pair of alluring, fair legs. She slipped on her heels, her bare feet lightly touching her slightly disheveled hair, and walked over. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew through the garden, causing my wife to shiver. Seeing her legs trembling in the wind, my online friend grabbed a coat and went to her, saying, "Put this on, you'll catch a cold." My wife, maintaining her composure, said, "It's okay, I'm much better now." But my friend insisted, "Put it on, put it on! What if you catch a cold or fever when you get home? Then all my efforts today will have been for nothing!" He then personally draped the coat over her shoulders. At that moment, I thought to myself, "You really didn't work for nothing today!" Then, the netizen handed his wife a hot drink with both hands, saying, "You've used up a lot of energy. Here's some hot orange juice. Drink some to replenish your energy, so you don't feel unwell again." Seeing the netizen's feigned sincerity, his wife was actually touched. She took the hot drink, said thank you shyly, and the two sat down to chat. At this moment, I couldn't help but admire the netizen's incredible acting skills! His wife, who usually had a haughty attitude and never looked down on the men who showed interest in her, was now so readily accepted by the netizen's flattery.

The netizen then said, "You should rest here for a while. Your husband should be here soon." His wife asked curiously, "How did you know?" The netizen continued, "I just called the park's customer service to find someone. Your husband should be here after the announcement. Oh, by the way, I'm sorry, when you had your episode on the path, I was in a hurry to find your medicine and accidentally saw your ID in your bag. I know your name... um... I'm so sorry." Seeing the netizen's thoughtfulness, the wife's gratitude deepened. She immediately said, "Oh dear, I'm so sorry, you've gone to so much trouble." The netizen replied that it was no problem and then started chatting with her, saying, "You have such a serious illness, doesn't your husband know? Why did he leave you there alone?" The wife remained silent, looking extremely awkward. Seeing

her hesitation, the netizen didn't press further, picked up his DSLR camera, fiddled with it repeatedly, and then muttered to himself, "Oh, it's broken." Hearing this, the wife asked with concern, "What's wrong? Is the camera broken?" The netizen looked at his wife and said, "It's nothing, you probably fell when I helped you. It's okay, I'll get it fixed when I get back." At this point, I immediately understood the netizen's intention and continued watching. The wife's attitude immediately became apologetic, saying, "Oh dear, I'm so sorry, I didn't expect to cause you so much trouble. Was the fall serious? How much did this camera cost?" The netizen said, "Oh, it's nothing, just a minor problem. I'll fix it when I get back. Don't worry." But the kind-hearted wife, never one to feel indebted, insisted, "How can I? This is my responsibility. I have to take charge. What's your phone number?" Then the netizen deliberately said, "Oh, don't worry about such a small thing. We're lucky to have met today. Why do you need my phone number? Don't take it to heart." But the more the netizen said this, the more guilty the wife felt, so she eagerly picked up her phone and said, "I'll call you."

Just then, I heard my wife say she was about to call an online friend, so I was about to hang up my phone.

But then I heard her say, "Oh dear, I can't help you. Don't bother calling. Just say it, I'll remember it." My wife tilted her head and asked, "Do you have a pen?" She replied, "Go ahead, I can remember it without a pen." My wife looked at him and said her phone number, then asked, "Did you remember it?" She said yes. My wife said, "Then say it again." At that moment, she heard her husband quickly read her phone number backwards. My wife was stunned for

a moment, then burst out laughing, "Hehe, you remembered it backwards!" Then, with a touch of humor, he read the number forwards and then backwards, repeating it several times like a rhyme. This made my wife laugh happily, saying, "Hehe, I didn't expect you to have such a good memory!" Then, the husband, probably feigning a smug expression, said, "Hmm~ I even remember what the midwife looked like when I was born!" This made my wife laugh again. And so, the initially awkward atmosphere was lightened by the shameless comments of netizens.

Watching this scene from the shadows, the person secretly gave the netizen a thumbs up. "This guy's really something," they thought, "how did he get his wife to give him the phone?" They then recalled how their wife had taken the initiative to...

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