My wife was raped

My wife and I have been married for eight years. Before we got married, I knew she had several boyfriends. Back then, I had a hard time winning her over because she was beautiful, so I didn't care about her having sex with other men before marriage. Last year, my wife lost her job.
After that, our finances became tight, and my wife and I discussed whether she should find another job. But my wife said that finding a job was very easy, and the pay wouldn't be bad, but she just didn't want to go.
I asked her why she didn't want to go. My wife said that her ex-boyfriend now owns a large company and still thinks about her, so of course he wants her to work for him. I thought to myself, eight years have passed since my wife's affair, so there shouldn't be any problems. So I suggested that my wife try it out; if he still wanted to molest her, she could come back! My wife looked at me tenderly and said, "I haven't had any contact with anyone else since we got married.
Our family is a bit poor, but I feel quite happy living together as a family of three." I was moved and hugged my wife, saying, "It's okay. You can go to work and add some income to the family. We live in such a small room now, and for the sake of the child, we should move to a bigger one so the child can have their own space."
My wife didn't say anything. I looked at my wife trustingly: "Why don't you try it out? If you don't feel comfortable, we can move to another place!" Because I knew that my wife's ex-boyfriend worked for the largest company in our county. I heard that their department manager earns more than ten thousand yuan a month, and all the middle-level managers have domestically produced cars. Even many relatives of the county leaders work there. My wife reluctantly said, "Then I'll give it a try."
Actually, I wasn't unconcerned that guy might try to take advantage of my wife again, but then I thought, she's not young anymore. Aside from her figure not changing, she's not as pretty as she used to be. My wife is 167cm tall, which is the only thing I'm proud of now. After she took off her clothes, I thought she was absolutely stunning.
However, there are plenty of pretty girls at that company now; no matter what he tries, he can't get his hands on my wife! A few days later, when I returned home as usual, I suddenly found that there were many more dishes than usual, and the children were overjoyed. I looked at my wife, who was busy in the kitchen, puzzled. She turned around and told me that there was good news at home that day. I wanted to ask her more, but she said she wouldn't tell me yet. During dinner, my wife finally told me: she could go to work at Datong Company, and it would be an office job.
Upon hearing this, while I was happy, a strange feeling also washed over me. My wife, perhaps noticing the change in my expression, asked with concern, "What's wrong? Are you regretting it? You can always stay home!" I quickly replied, "It's nothing, nothing. It's
not a good thing for your wife to work for her ex-boyfriend; it's all my fault for being so incompetent." Hearing this, my wife quickly covered my mouth and said, "Don't worry, I know what I should do." That night, my wife and I lay in bed, my mind still racing.
My wife gently stroked me, and under her sensitive and gentle touch, I climbed on top of her and soon penetrated her. But instead of thrusting as usual, I remained still after entering her vagina. My wife still gently asked, "Are you a little reluctant to leave? I'm going to work, not to do anything bad!" I told my wife, "Of course I trust you, but I can't trust him." My wife smiled and lightly tapped me on the back.
Suddenly, I asked my wife, "Do you still remember what it was like when you were with him?" My wife seemed a little uncomfortable under me. "Why are you asking such a question?" I said, "I want to know now." My wife was silent for a long time before saying, "Didn't you ask me this many times when we first got married? Why are you interested again now?" I thrust my penis into my wife for a while, then stopped, making my wife writhe uncomfortably beneath me.
"I want to hear you tell me more!" I said. My wife said shyly, "I've almost forgotten everything." I asked my wife, "Did he do everything we did?" My wife nodded and hugged me even tighter. "But I never used my mouth on his penis," my wife explained.
"So, do you still feel anything when you see him now?" I continued to ask. My wife said, "Seeing him just makes me a little embarrassed, after all, we've been intimate, but I don't have any thoughts about that kind of thing." And so, as my wife and I talked, I ejaculated inside her.
My wife seemed to have experienced a second climax during her recollection, and she was unusually wet. The next day, she went to work without dressing up. When she came home that evening, she seemed no different than usual, talking about her exciting first day at the company. She mentioned that her salary was second only to middle-level managers, and the HR department said she earned around 8,000 yuan a month.
I was shocked! 8,000 yuan? That's more than four months' salary for me! Seeing my confusion, she explained, "I'm in charge of customer management now. The person who used to hold that position has gone to another city to become a project manager, and their salary is higher than mine!" Her explanation reassured me.
I asked if she had run into her classmate that day. She said she rarely saw him; he was always incredibly busy and basically didn't manage the company. Unless I went to his workplace, he usually wouldn't handle personnel matters for positions like his. My wife went to work, and six months passed. From her, I learned that during those six months, although she frequently ran into her classmates, they only nodded hurriedly, barely exchanging a word. Gradually, I calmed down, almost forgetting that my wife was working for her ex-boyfriend.
This continued until just before the Spring Festival this year. My wife called me at work, saying she had something to do that evening—dinner with clients—and would be home late. This was the first time she'd had a social engagement since starting work, which I thought was quite normal, but I told her to come home early. That evening, my wife came home before 9:30. Looking at her face, I knew she must have been drinking.
My wife usually can't hold her liquor; even a little bit makes her face turn red. After she got home, she smiled at me and went to the bathroom; from the sound, it seemed like she was taking a shower. When she came out a while later, apart from her still slightly flushed face, nothing else seemed wrong.
I asked her, "Why did you go to entertain the clients?" My wife said, "I didn't want to go, but then I thought about how the year-end bonuses are coming up soon, and everyone at work is being very proactive. The vice president asked me to go today, saying that Xiao Li wasn't home, and it wouldn't be lively without a female colleague, so I went." "So, was he there?" I asked. "Who?" My wife asked, seemingly knowing the answer already.
I said, "Your boss." A blush seemed to cross my face. "He came later too. He had two tables of guests tonight, and he was busy taking care of them." "He went home right after dinner? He didn't go to any events?" I continued, a hint of sarcasm in my voice. My wife hesitated for a moment, then snuggled into the bed and murmured, "He went dancing with the guests after dinner. I only danced for a little while before going home. They're still having fun!" At this point, I felt uneasy, but I couldn't just speculate about my wife. My wife, lying on my chest, continued, "He just brought me home."
As soon as she finished speaking, I sat up abruptly and asked, "He didn't do anything to you, did he?" My wife was startled by my sudden movement and hesitated for a moment before saying, "No...nothing." Looking at her hesitant tone, I became suspicious. My wife leaned against me again and whispered, "At the dance hall, he asked me to dance, but I refused."
"Oh!" I replied. "But on the way home, while he was driving, I don't know if he intentionally or unintentionally touched my thigh." Hearing my wife's words, I became a little nervous. My wife, however, reassured me, saying, "Maybe he had too much to drink. He's been very respectful to me for the past six months; it should be fine." 'I hope it's nothing,' I thought to myself.
Three days later, one afternoon, my wife called excitedly to tell me that she had received her year-end bonus of over 30,000 yuan for the past six months, and that she heard there would be an extra red envelope! I was very happy to hear that too. But then my wife said that she would go to the bank to deposit it first, because she might have to entertain guests again that night.
Although I wasn't entirely comfortable with it, the thought of so much money made me too excited to think much of it. That night, I waited for my wife at home until almost midnight before she came home. She didn't go straight to the bedroom; she fussed around outside for a while before coming in.
I asked her why she was so late, and she said it was nothing. She showed me the money she had deposited that day and told me she was tired and was going to sleep. I asked her, "Was your boss home today? Did he take you home?" My wife hummed in response and turned her head away. I reached behind her, through her pajamas, and hugged her, naturally fondling her breasts, which were neither too big nor too small.
"Stop it! I'm tired." But I didn't relax. Under my stimulation, my wife seemed to feel something again, so I tried to turn her over, but she wouldn't let me. So I groped around from behind and inserted myself. Wow, so wet! As I thrust, I asked her, "Why are you so wet down there today?" She still didn't answer.
At that moment, I seemed to understand something, but I didn't want to speculate about my wife, so I imagined myself ejaculating inside her. 'My wife is usually quite proactive during sex, what's wrong with her today?' I thought to myself. After ejaculating, I drifted off to sleep. When the light came on again, I noticed my wife was still awake and wiping away tears. I immediately woke up and asked her, "What's wrong?" Her red eyes told me she must have been wronged tonight.
With my touch, she gradually calmed down. I told my wife, "No matter what happens, I won't blame you." I even joked, "Even if he bullied you today, as long as you can accept it, it's not the first time for me." Hearing this, my wife pinched me hard.
"Did he bully you tonight?" I asked nervously, my wife who had just calmed down. My wife wiped her eyes and said, "After having dinner with the guests tonight, we didn't have any plans, so the vice president took the guests back to the provincial capital overnight and then brought me home."
She paused, then continued, "On the way home, didn't we pass a multi-purpose entertainment venue with tea, karaoke, and massage services?" I nodded. She continued, "In the car, he saw it was still early and suggested we go for some tea, since we'd drunk too much tonight
, to sober up. I saw it was only a little after 8 pm, and since it was a public place, I agreed. So we went there. When we got there, we found it had changed a lot. The tea, karaoke, and massage services were all concentrated in small rooms, with many women waiting outside. Since we were already there, I couldn't immediately say we were going home, so we sat down in one of the rooms and chatted for a while. Later, he said he'd hire two people to give us massages. I refused, but he insisted it would be very comfortable." It was a kind of earthly pleasure.
Without waiting for my consent, he called a waiter in, saying he'd arrange for a gentleman and a lady to come in for a massage. I was quite grateful for his understanding, arranging for a lady to massage me. So, I followed him, led by the waiter, to another changing room next door.
In the women's changing room, you have to take off your clothes and change into their bathrobes. I thought, since I'd already come to this, I might as well enjoy it and not let others laugh at me. But when I entered the massage room, I found that there were two beds in the small room, and a man and a woman were already waiting inside.
I didn't expect that I would be getting a massage with him, but by then, I couldn't leave. Helpless, I had to lie down under their guidance. What I didn't expect was that my massager would be a man. I wanted to switch with him, but he laughed at me for not knowing the rules, saying that female customers were massaged by men, and then he ignored me. I was very nervous lying there, but fortunately, the man was quite gentle during the massage, and gradually I relaxed.
"Did the waiter touch any of your sensitive spots?" My wife glanced at me and said, "He tried to touch them, but I refused every time he was about to. It was mostly from behind; he touched my buttocks, and then he tried to go further, but I didn't let him. But…" I quickly asked, "But what?" My wife said, "Because our massage beds are side-by-side, very close, I saw that girl touch the boss's...thing." "Ah!" I sat up in surprise.
My wife continued, "That girl even took out the boss's things and started touching them with her hands and mouth. I watched several times and said I wanted to leave, but he kept saying he wanted to massage a little longer. He seemed to completely ignore my presence. The guy seemed very used to this kind of scene. I was so embarrassed that I wanted to hide somewhere. Not long after, he let them both leave and signed what looked like an 800 yuan tip on the receipt. After they left, he... he came to my side, and I was so nervous that I didn't know what to do.
He tried to kiss me, but I didn't let him, but... but... but... his hand went inside my clothes and started kneading my breasts." My wife fell silent. At that moment, I felt like I had finally waited for what was going to happen. "Go on, I want to know what happened next." I don't know why my voice sounded so calm.

My wife glanced at me, then timidly continued, "Because I was only wearing a bathrobe with nothing underneath, as soon as he untied it, I was completely naked. At that moment, I felt like I had no strength left to resist. At first, he buried his head under me, forcefully spreading my legs and sucking on my genitals. I felt so uncomfortable from his sucking. Then... later, I don't even know how he put his thing inside me.
Then I cried. I didn't even know what I was feeling anymore..."
That night, I seemed to sleep very soundly. I say soundly because my wife had finally been penetrated by her ex-boyfriend again, just as I had expected. Of course, I didn't crave this to happen sooner; rather, I felt so helpless, so helpless that I didn't even know how to resist.
The next day, I went to work early in the morning, ignoring my wife. I think she knew I was going to work. At noon, I forgot to take some documents I had left at home in the morning, because I was emotionally confused. When I got home, my wife's mother told me she seemed sick and hadn't gotten out of bed all morning. I rushed to the bedroom.
My wife was still lying in bed, her back to me. I gently moved her over and asked her what was wrong, but she didn't respond. I saw her eyes were red, and I knew it was all because of what happened last night. Although I felt a lot of blame towards her, I hadn't said anything to her! I had supported her going to work! If anyone was responsible, it was me. If I were capable, I wouldn't have let my wife be bullied by her ex-boyfriend.
So I silently stayed by her bedside for a long time, forgetting that I had to go to work that afternoon. Suddenly, my wife got up and went to the bathroom. Looking at her expression, I felt a chill; I wondered what she was thinking. Just as I was wondering, my eyes lit up—my wife was standing in front of me.
"If you want a divorce, I'll agree, but no matter what happens between us, I'll always love you!" My wife said this to me out of the blue, catching me completely off guard. "I still have to go to work this afternoon. I've already given my all, and I can't leave without getting a result,"
she continued firmly, her eyes red. I didn't understand what she meant by "result," but one thing I was very clear about was that while my wife usually listened to me at home, once she made up her mind, she wouldn't easily change it. After saying that, she turned and walked out of the house without looking back.
I sat on the bed, my mind a bit blank. My wife didn't come home for dinner that night, but she did come home relatively early, before 8 pm. Everything seemed normal; I couldn't see anything wrong with her. After her mother took the children to bed, when it was just the two of us in the room, my wife finally said to me, "What are your thoughts on last night?" I said, "I haven't thought about it seriously yet, I just don't want you to get hurt again because of this."
"I've already been hurt!" my wife continued. "If you're planning to divorce me, let's talk about it after I've dealt with everything. That's my only request of you." My wife added. I said, "But I haven't considered divorcing you! Besides, I already knew about you and him when we got married. As long as this doesn't happen again, I can manage my own feelings and won't say anything to you." My wife looked at me and tears welled up in her eyes again.
From then on, to avoid upsetting my wife, and because it was almost Chinese New Year, I never mentioned it to her again, even though she still sometimes came home very late, even once not until the early hours of the morning. The next morning, I couldn't help but ask, "Why are you coming home later and later?" "Soon, it won't be like this anymore," my wife said.
Then she said something even more surprising: she was going on a business trip with her classmate (who is also the boss at her company) to the provincial capital to visit relatives for the New Year early the next morning. I ignored her because, during these days, I felt that even normal communication between us was becoming difficult, and our sex life had almost ceased. But I knew perfectly well that my wife was going out with her ex-boyfriend, and that she was definitely going to be played by him again. At that moment, I felt really uncomfortable. After my wife finished speaking, she packed her luggage and left. It wasn't
until the evening of the 28th of the lunar year that my wife came home very late. The children were very affectionate towards their mother. After the night had completely quieted down, my wife and I lay in bed, and she finally said to me, "Starting tomorrow, I'm not going to work anymore, and I won't go after the Spring Festival either." I didn't react and didn't say anything.
"Don't you want to ask what I've been doing all this time? Don't you really care that I'm with him? Are you really planning to divorce me?... " My wife lay beside me, bombarding me with questions one after another. I couldn't answer, and just mumbled, "I never thought about divorcing you."
As soon as I finished speaking, my wife suddenly pounced on me and passionately kissed my lips. The loneliness of these past few days was forgotten under my wife's fierce onslaught, so I hugged her back and began to explore her body. Suddenly
, I felt a strange sensation in my body. Usually, when I made love with my wife, she was more passive before I penetrated her, but today, she wasn't in a hurry for me to penetrate her immediately. Instead, she used her delicate hands to caress my glans, gently and repeatedly stimulating me with varying pressure, and she even parted the slit at the tip of my glans and licked inside with her tongue.
Since we got married, my wife has never stimulated me so "professionally." Even when I forced her to kiss that area, she did it very unwillingly. But today… in no time, under my wife's double stimulation, before I could even react, "thump, thump, thump, thump…" I ejaculated. My wife quickly took it all in her mouth, as if swallowing it whole. I was so excited I didn't even know what was happening. After
a while, seeing that I was gradually going soft, my wife lowered her head and kissed that area again. Under my wife's new "skills," I soon got hard again. This time, my wife climbed on top of me and inserted my penis into her vagina. She moved for a while and then stopped. "Now you can ask me any questions, and I'll answer them all,"
my wife said, sitting on top of me with my penis inside her vagina. To be honest, at this point, my wife had me completely confused. I didn't know what I should ask, what I should ask, and what I shouldn't ask. My wife unconsciously hovered over me for a while, as if she could read my mind, and said, "After the New Year, let's open our own restaurant, specializing in spicy and flavorful dishes. Business will definitely be good."
I looked down at her blankly and asked, "Where will we get so much money?" My wife smiled and said, "Money is no longer a problem. We have over 300,000 yuan now." "Ah!" I exclaimed in surprise.
At that moment, my wife seemed to squeeze my penis tightly with her vagina and continued, "If you want a divorce, you can take all this money, and I'll go back to work!" "No, don't go back to work," I said, while thrusting my penis hard against my wife, making her let out a soft "Ouch!" She immediately collapsed onto me. "Did he give you this money?" I asked.
"Well, but it shouldn't be said that way. More accurately, it's compensation for his indecent assault. He wanted to give me more, but I refused and only took 300,000." "How could this be?" I said, somewhat uncomfortable. If it weren't for the money, I could understand my wife's accidental loss of virginity, but now that someone offered money, I couldn't accept it.
My wife seemed to sense my thoughts and continued, "Actually, I didn't want the money either, but unexpectedly, he told me that he's thought about me almost every night for years, and that what happened that day was revenge. He said that I used to look down on him and that's why I was with you, but now that he has money, I still look down on him.
For my sake, he separated from his wife after the child was born, and he's been doing it ever since. If I divorce him, he'll marry me immediately..." I was a little confused listening to this. My wife looked at me and continued, "Don't worry, I won't marry him. Even if you want me to divorce him, I won't be with him." "
Why?" I asked. "Don't let his current success fool you; he's incredibly petty. I left him because I couldn't stand his constant suspicion. He doesn't have your magnanimity at all. Being with him felt like being just a decorative vase."
The wife paused, then continued, "These past few days, he's questioned everything between us. At first, I thought he was just curious, but then I realized he's a bit twisted. I'll never be with him again. Honestly, I despise this kind of man from the bottom of my heart. This has nothing to do with money; he's giving me money in the form of red envelopes.
I think, since we got married, the only other man I've been with has been him, and he's the one who damaged my self-esteem. Of course, he has to compensate me. What can I do besides money? Sue him? But I can't let it go, because he genuinely loves me. Aside from having sex with me, he hasn't done anything else to hurt me." I remained silent.
At that moment, I didn't know how to describe my feelings, but at least I had repeatedly comforted myself that even if my wife slept with him again, as long as she didn't change her mind, I had already been cuckolded before we got married, it was just that it was greener now. After a while, I felt that my penis had gone soft under her, so I asked my wife, "So, besides last time, have you slept with him again?" My wife was on top of me, tilted her head and said softly, "Yes."
I tensed up again when I heard that, and hurriedly asked, "How many times?" My wife turned around and said to me, "Does it matter how many times you've slept now? At least, there can't be a next time, except for you~" At this moment, my penis was so hard that it hurt a little from my wife's stimulation, so I adjusted my position and thrust into my wife again. My wife groaned from my rough movements. "Tell me quickly, how many times have you slept with him in total?" I asked my wife with a mixture of sourness and excitement.
My wife gently stroked my face and said softly, "I'm telling you, you can't be angry anymore!" I said impatiently, "Tell me already!" "After that, we...we did it a few more times, but I really don't remember the exact number," my wife said, sounding a little aggrieved. "So...did you do it in the provincial capital during your business trip?" I asked. My wife said, "There were two other women with me in the provincial capital this time. I stayed with one of them, a guy named Xiao Li. Even if he wanted to do it with me, there was nothing I could do. Besides, I've been consciously avoiding him in this regard."
"But..." I was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when my wife's next "but" made me tense again: "But what? Tell me!" "But... this afternoon when we were all getting ready to go home, he asked me to go with him to another place and let them go first." "Tell me, I want to know everything," I said.
By this time, my penis was so hard I couldn't stop, so I gently thrust into my wife while letting her continue. "After they went home in the afternoon, he didn't actually check out of the room. He said he wanted me to go upstairs with him to get something. I knew he was up to something, but I thought I was going to take care of something soon, so I went upstairs with him.
But as soon as we got to the room, he hugged me tightly from behind and wouldn't let go, saying that this might be the last time he would be alone with me in his life. As he talked, my heart softened..." My wife hesitated, looked at me, gritted her teeth, and continued, "Then he just put his hands inside my clothes and started rubbing my breasts.
He was different from you; he squeezed them so hard it hurt." "Is it here?" I asked, pointing to a few purple bruises on my wife's breasts. My wife nodded. "Go on, I want to know all the details," I said. The wife murmured, "After he pinched me so hard it hurt, I cried out, and then... then he took off my clothes. I knew I couldn't escape this time, so I let him take my clothes off." "You just stood there and let him take them off?" The wife said, "He wouldn't let me sit down, and... and after he undressed me, he looked me over carefully for a long time. I was so embarrassed." "
Did he kiss your breasts?" The wife hummed in agreement. "And did he insert his hand into your vagina?" The wife said somewhat embarrassedly, "Is that how you ask? Isn't that how all men do it?" At this moment, I lay beneath my wife, thinking: Just a short while ago, the place I'm currently penetrating was also penetrated by someone else's penis. How exciting! "Anything else? Tell me!" I said to my wife.
"Anything else? It's just like you!" "So, did you touch him there?" The wife turned her face away somewhat embarrassedly, "He took my hand and led me to touch it, and... and he told me how to touch to make a man feel good." Oh! Only then did I realize that my wife had just learned this trick from me and was now using it on the spot.
"So... is his penis thick?" I hesitated, unable to bring myself to ask. My wife seemed to sigh and said, "Let me tell you, his is longer than yours, didn't I tell you before? But I've noticed that, except for the first time, his doesn't seem as hard as yours."
"Oh! Did he ejaculate inside you?" My wife burst out laughing after hearing my question. "You're such a pervert! How could he let me go if he didn't ejaculate? And when he ejaculated, it wasn't as rapid and rhythmic as yours, and there wasn't much of it. It felt like it was just flowing out inside me; I didn't feel that instantaneous spray at all."
After saying that, my wife smiled and asked me, "Ask me anything else!" She seemed completely relaxed at this point. "Did you kiss him?" My wife laughed and said, "Yes, it's the same as when we have sex." "So how many times did you do it this afternoon?" My wife seemed a little impatient now; she hadn't expected me to become increasingly excited.
"He ejaculated inside me once in the afternoon. Another time, when you called to ask when I was coming home, he was penetrating me for the second time. After I answered your call, I pushed him aside, but he wouldn't let go. He kept rubbing inside me with one hand and even put my hand on his penis to masturbate.
You can't imagine how embarrassed I was. I was on the phone with my husband, my lower body was uncomfortable from his hand, and my hand was masturbating his penis. But unexpectedly, he got excited very quickly this time. After I hung up the phone, I was going to let him penetrate me again, but unexpectedly, his penis leaked out from my hand, getting all over the sheets." After hearing this, I couldn't help but ejaculate inside my wife.
That night, my wife and I made love three times. I believe my wife will never do this with anyone else again. When my wife saw me the next morning, she blushed like a bride. During the few nights of the Spring Festival, my wife gradually told me the details of her several sexual encounters with him, including one in his office.

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