Wife's Destruction

This story is based on a true story, though some embellishment is included. I myself am a character in the story—a male character, not the victim, not Black, not transgender, haha. No spoilers, you can guess for yourselves.

Before I begin, I want to share some thoughts on erotic fiction over the years, especially the recently popular "green" (green) fiction and the more popular "dominance" (BDS) fiction of previous years.

Every different art form or medium has its own vitality. Beyond the realm of erotic fiction, this applies to society as a whole. When the camera first appeared, people thought painting would lose its vitality, but today, what photographic work is more valuable than a work by Leonardo da Vinci? Because painting allows the artist to express everything—their emotions, skills, and insights—while a photographer can only capture what others have depicted. The same applies to literature compared to film. Film is undoubtedly more direct and relaxing, less strenuous, but its expressive power is less rich than literature. For example, in literature, beautiful women always evoke vivid imagery; we can't visualize their appearance, so we can't surpass them—they are the most beautiful in our hearts. In film, however, even a good casting can be bad, raising questions about the fidelity of the plot to the source material. Of course, photography has the advantage of capturing fleeting moments and perfect expression, and film has its advantages of being direct and concrete. But I won't elaborate further, since we're on the bottom right. Returning to the topic of adult content, I didn't mean I don't watch adult videos; I just like many of you who enjoy reading novels, I like to have room for imagination. We can imagine the beauty and aloofness of the women in the book. Or we can describe the size of a man's penis, which is rarely seen in adult videos. Furthermore, there's the psychological description. While AV sometimes includes such descriptions, they're rare. As an experienced erotic enthusiast, 20+ minutes of repetitive thrusting is quite boring. I, for one, crave more stimulating plots. From uncensored to censored to cartoonish, the pursuit is always about the story, and novels can effectively satisfy this need. I'll pay tribute to some of the masters of erotic fiction later.

Okay, back to erotic fiction. Generally speaking, excellent erotic fiction pays great attention to psychological description. How a woman transforms from innocence to debauchery—this process of depravity must be portrayed, and psychological description is paramount. Otherwise, it becomes like some erotic novels where the heroine is initially described beautifully and in detail—cold, strong, and fiercely resisting penetration. But as soon as I pull down my pants, the heroine starts moaning and groaning, "Big dick brother, fuck me to death!" I immediately pull up my pants and move on to another story, sometimes repeatedly. This doesn't feel like a woman's fall from grace, but rather like a man soliciting a prostitute. So, the key to a good story lies in the psychological details.

Another point is logic. Logic determines whether a work is realistic, and realism determines whether the reader can empathize. This is especially important for BL (Boys' Love) stories. Some stories are written like science fiction or fantasy novels, where the male protagonist can have sex with whomever he wants, and once he's done, the female protagonist is basically trapped. If once isn't enough, he'll do it twice or three times, and then the female protagonist is "slept with." Is that logical? I spent an entire night playing Sekiro: Shadows Die Twice. Does that mean the female protagonist will fall for it again after being "slept with" once? And a woman's orgasm isn't something that can be achieved simply by having a big penis and a lot of penetration, and it doesn't immediately become addictive, ending the "training" process. So, the sincerity of a story is judged by its logic. Don't treat readers like elementary school students who can masturbate at the sight of an ellipsis.

Of course, there's also scene description, but I'm not very good at that, so I won't comment on others.

Finally, I want to talk about originality. Actually, I've found training stories very exciting since the "Detective Sisters" by a famous author over ten years ago. Ni Yu's "The Sorrowful Shame of a Beautiful Young Woman" is basically an encyclopedia of training. So, I think I'll try to innovate in training methods, but I'm not confident I can surpass my predecessors. I can only say I'll do my best.

The psychological portrayal, logic, and plot of "The Wife's Desire" by Feng is truly impressive.

However, it's unlikely I can surpass the innovations of other masters in psychological description. This time, I plan to use a lot of indirect description to express the female protagonist's psychological changes, which might give more room for imagination. I don't know if everyone will like it. This is just a starting point.

Chapter One

: I lit a cigarette, inhaled deeply, and exhaled slowly, letting the harmful substances in the smoke linger in my lungs longer. Smoke is captivating because it's both poison and addiction; it brings pleasure while also destroying you, just like many things in this world, like sex.

Two minutes ago, amidst Xiaoyue's screams, I ejaculated into the condom between my penis and her vaginal wall. Then, I numbly listened to Xiaoyue's praise.

"Big brother, you're so strong! You always penetrate right to the inside of my pussy..."

I didn't answer, only smiled in response. Xiaoyue is beautiful; at least I felt that such a beautiful girl shouldn't be a prostitute. But beautiful things sadly possess the quality of attracting certain forces, so beautiful things are always the first to be conquered and destroyed. The beautiful Xiaoyue has undoubtedly been conquered, though not by me, of course. Having been in the business world for many years, I can easily tell that her screams just now weren't because I gave her an orgasm, but rather her professional behavior as a prostitute after receiving my money. What truly conquered Xiaoyue? Perhaps it was the pressure of life, perhaps it was the collapse of morality, perhaps it was… but I don't think it was sexual pleasure itself. Because after being married to my wife for so long, her indifference towards sex makes me truly disbelieve that a woman can change her personality, behavior, or even her character because of sex. But Xiaoyue can now smile and lick any part of any stranger's body, her expression one of ecstasy. Or, when being penetrated by a stranger's penis, even if it's rushed and there's no foreplay, and she might not even feel pleasure, she still makes moans that could deceive most men and utters obscene words that would make many men blush.

"Brother, seeing how often you come, why don't you find a girlfriend? Don't you want to be stuck with one person and like to change things up?"

I must say, Xiaoyue is quite professional. I only used less than half of the 45 minutes. She didn't get up and leave. After getting dressed, she started chatting with me.

"Isn't it good that I'm here to patronize your business?" I said dismissively.

"Hehe, brother, that's not what I meant. I just wanted to talk to you a bit more because we're familiar with each other," she said truthfully. In this most pragmatic industry, time is money. She had already finished her work and could have simply said goodbye and left. There was no need for her to waste time talking to me. It was precisely because of this that I wondered if I should confide in this woman with whom I had a relationship but with whom I had absolutely no connection in real life.

I slowly took out my cigarette case, opened it, and inside was a picture of my wife. I turned it over and handed it to Xiaoyue. Xiaoyue took the cigarette case, glanced at it, and immediately widened her eyes.

"Brother, who is this? She's so beautiful."

Yes, my wife, an absolute beauty. Xiaoyue could also be considered beautiful, but compared to my wife, she was like a star compared to the moon. In the photo, my wife was wearing a short skirt, revealing her long, beautiful legs. The proportions of my wife's legs were not like those of Asians, where the calves are shorter than the thighs, but rather like those of Europeans, where the calves are longer than the thighs. Coupled with the black high-heeled sandals, I believe many men would be unable to resist ejaculating just looking at her legs.

"This is my wife," I replied.

"Brother, you're too ungrateful. You have such a beautiful wife at home and you still go out to play. If I were you, I'd be so happy to have such a beautiful wife every day."

She's right, and I feel the same way. But who can understand my predicament? It's certainly enviable for a man to have a beautiful wife. But when a man can't conquer his woman, he feels ashamed. The so-called conquest is simply satisfying her in bed. My wife received a very traditional upbringing and always considered matters between men and women to be somewhat improper. Even after marriage, she only had sex with her husband to continue the family line. We went to the same school. She had boyfriends back then, but they all broke up, mainly because she wouldn't let boys get close. She even said that before marriage, kissing was forbidden, at most holding hands. One guy who thought he understood women well thought she was playing hard to get, so he tried to hug her tightly and kiss her, but she dislocated his wrist. After all, my wife, the city's number one amateur female freestyle fighter, is not someone an ordinary man can beat. It was precisely because of my practice of free fighting that my wife had a very well-proportioned figure, without an ounce of excess fat, and certainly without the unsightly muscle mass of a football or weightlifter. Her rounded chest and firm buttocks gave her a youthful glow.

The reason I was able to marry her was actually by learning from the experiences of others and strictly adhering to abstinence. This finally convinced her that I was a respectable person, free from base desires, and worthy of her lifelong commitment. What I never expected was that before marriage, I thought my wife was just conservative, influenced by her family's traditional education, and that she would be less bound by feudal traditions after marriage. However, after marriage, I found that although she was more feminine than when she was in school, and liked to dress up and even wear some fashionable clothes, she always found sex boring. She wouldn't allow me to do too much foreplay, and licking with my tongue was absolutely forbidden. I couldn't touch her with my hands either, especially her genitals, which she thought were dirty. Of course, she thought my hands were dirty. I could touch her breasts, but only if I held them like I was hugging her; I couldn't rub or knead them. She thought that was improper. I never understood why couples had to be so proper, but I couldn't argue with her. My wife, whose fighting skills were equivalent to a professional athlete, was no joke. A few times, I tried to get her to lick my genitals, and she just said lightly, "Aren't you afraid I'll bite your thing off?" My mind and my genitals immediately went limp. Another time, I joked that if she wouldn't lick me, I would, and I put my head towards her genitals. She used a twist from a contortionist move, and I immediately slapped the mattress to signal defeat. Most importantly, in all the years we've been married, I've always needed lubricant to penetrate her during sex. My wife's vagina is very tight; I haven't measured it with my fingers, but I estimate it's difficult to insert even one finger, and it severely lacks lubrication, with almost no vaginal lubrication. After penetration, she shows no expression, at most hugging me and kissing my cheek a few times. Afterwards, she gets up and goes to the bathroom to wash herself, acting as if nothing happened. She always says things like, "The word 'sex' is inappropriate. Look at you, it's clearly more tiring than working, yet you still enjoy it. I really don't understand you male animals." Even with this quality of sex, we only have it once a week, and only on public holidays, statutory holidays, and during menstruation… Back to reality, should I talk to Xiaoyue about these issues? Maybe as a sex worker, she can offer some help. Maybe she can teach me a few tricks. Okay. So, I described the key points to Xiaoyue, though I didn't reveal my inferiority complex. After listening, Xiaoyue smiled and said,

"Brother, how about this? I'll do you a favor, and also earn some extra money for myself. How about I 'train' your sister-in-law?"

I really dislike the word "train." Although I'm not as conservative as my wife, I still find it repulsive to use the verb "train" on her. But what could I ask of a prostitute who probably didn't even finish junior high school? Actually, I wasn't really against this, because Xiaoyue is a woman, and even if a woman touched my wife's body, I wouldn't feel like I was being cuckolded. But... "Brother, think about it, I'm a woman. Even if I touch your wife's breasts and vagina, you won't lose out. And no matter how good you men are at it, can you understand women better than us women? You know which parts of a woman's body are sensitive, what each expression means, which areas need continuous stimulation in which state, and when they're too sensitive to stimulate. But it's different if it's an experienced woman like us. I guarantee that every time I touch her, she'll feel pleasure to the core, and she'll truly experience how complex and intense orgasms a woman can enjoy. After that, she'll definitely be obedient to you, and she'll definitely let you lick her vagina, lick her breasts, and use your hands to explore her hole. She'll even moan loudly during orgasm like I do. Isn't that great? You only need to give me two thousand yuan for one night."

"I only pay one thousand yuan for the whole night. Why two thousand now?" I felt like I was being ripped off.

"Hehe, brother, listen to me, touching with two hands is definitely not as satisfying as touching with four hands, and licking with one tongue is definitely not as satisfying as two, right? That's why so many men like to have threesomes. I'm planning to let my wife experience the feeling of a threesome, so I'm thinking of finding another girl to go with."

"Absolutely not, you're the only one who needs to know about this. I don't want a third person to know." I suddenly realized that by saying this, I had implicitly agreed to let her go and train my wife.

Xiaoyue, however, didn't seem to understand that I had already tacitly agreed to let her go, and continued, "It's okay, brother, this is only a one-time thing, but the most important thing is that we have to do it effectively. Two people should be able to make my wife feel like she's in heaven. She'll attack from above, and I'll do the bottom; she'll lick the left side, and I'll touch the right side. I have a few girls here who are very compatible with this kind of cooperation. When customers want a threesome, I recommend them. Of course, they also take care of me when they have business. And you can choose the second girl yourself. She's in our shop. You can find another girl you've already hired to come with me."

To be honest, I really don't care about the money, but... sigh, what she said makes some sense. "Then let's go with Xiaoying. She's good at both oral and manual skills."

"Brother, let's do it this way. What time do you want?"

"Tonight. But how do we do it? My wife will definitely object if she finds out. Even if I had to use force, I couldn't subdue her with three men, let alone two women like you."

“Brother, how about this? You drug your wife, preferably on the street. We’ll pretend to be passersby and help her up. Once she’s asleep, we’ll find a hotel nearby so she won’t know it’s you. Then, when she’s satisfied, we’ll tell her it was a prank by her female friend. But at first, we’ll blindfold her and gag her so you can supervise us without her seeing you. Plus, she can’t scream, which makes us safer.” As she spoke, Xiaoyue took out a capsule from her bag, indicating it was a drug commonly used in nightclubs.

“Damn, have you guys done this before? You’re so experienced.”

I was checking in downstairs. The owner looked at me strangely. To avoid trouble, I pointed to my wife, who was already asleep in the middle, and said that her friend had drunk too much. I asked the other two friends to help her upstairs. The owner didn’t say anything since all three were women and continued checking in. Xiaoyue and Xiaoying took the keys and went up the elevator first.

Xiaoying was also a beauty, and as I mentioned before, she was incredibly skilled in bed. I hoped my wife would enjoy the services of these two professional erotic masseuses.

In the elevator, Xiaoying asked, "Hey, why are you bringing this up?"

Xiaoyue's eyes suddenly flashed with a jealousy and malice she hadn't shown before. "Damn. Do you think she's pretty?"

Xiaoying: "Pretty. I've never seen such a beautiful woman except on TV, and she hasn't had plastic surgery. She looks so pure, like a virgin. Look at her flesh, so elastic. We've been fucked too much; we're no match for her in any way."

Xiaoyue: "Yeah, damn, I used to be pure and pretty too. Now, with these men fucking me all day, I'm aging so fast. Why is she so pure? Why can't she be fucked? I'm going to turn her into a wasted flower. I got angry the moment her husband showed me her photos. I heard she's trained in kung fu and has a high education. I'm going to turn her into a slut, someone anyone can sleep with. I heard she's not very wet. I'm going to make her wet at the sight of a man, addicted to orgasms."

Xiaoying: "Do you have that ability?"

Xiaoyue: "Damn, if I had that ability, I wouldn't need to be fucked every day. This is something I should ask him."

Xiaoying's eyes flashed with fear. "Damn, you're so mean! She's a decent person, she didn't do anything to you, why are you so upset? Just because you're jealous of her purity and her good fortune, you're ruining her life? You know what he's capable of!"

Xiaoyue replied, "Of course I know. When I first came from the countryside, I was pure too. In our area, prostitutes were looked down upon, but I was subdued by him in no time. He's not human, he's practically a god. I felt like I was flying to heaven and never wanted to come down, but he only used one finger... Later..." "So many people have slept with me, but I've never felt that way again. Now, even if I call him to do it for free, he doesn't have time. But then again, I don't think it's bad that I've become like this. I have food, clothes, and money to spend. How do you know she won't like it if she becomes like us in the future?"

Xiaoying: "Sigh, whatever you want. I'm not a noble person, I just feel a little sorry for her."

Xiaoyue: "Stop talking nonsense. If you're going to do it, do as I say and help me deceive her. If you're not going to do it, leave now. You won't get a share of the money she earns later."
Xiaoying didn't say anything, and together with Xiaoyue, they helped his wife into the room.

Chapter Two:

After completing the formalities and going upstairs, I opened the door to the room. The scene inside was enough to make my blood boil. Xiaoyue and Xiaoying had stripped off all their clothes. Xiaoyue was only wearing a black thong, black sheer stockings, and black high-heeled sandals. Xiaoying was only wearing a purple thong and purple stockings, her shoes already on the floor. Her small feet, encased in purple stockings, were gently rubbing against my wife's calves. My wife, however, was completely naked, her entire body exposed to everyone. Her hands were tied to the headboard, and her legs were spread apart and tied to the foot of the bed.

To be honest, I had never seen my wife's naked body so closely in all the years we had been married. My wife would never be naked like this in broad daylight. Only when the room was dimly lit would she occasionally turn her back to me and take off her bathrobe, revealing her naked body, but she would immediately change into pajamas. She didn't like me looking at her genitals, saying it made her embarrassed. But now, his wife's legs were spread apart, exposing her entire genitals. Her pubic hair was sparse and short, just a neat tuft of inverted triangles adorning her white mons pubis, the dark, glossy hair contrasting sharply with her snow-white skin.

Her labia were still tightly closed, but the pinkish vulva was still visible. Her breasts stood proudly erect, unlike many women whose breasts would spread loosely when lying down; instead, they remained hemispherical, resting against her white body. The areolas were too light to see, only two small, pale pink nipples nestled within her disproportionately large breasts.

Because my wife was still asleep, her white, jade-like legs remained slightly bent in a relaxed, natural way, making their already perfect curves even more alluring. Even though I have no artistic talent, this scene gradually made me understand why great artists were so obsessed with the beauty of the human body. It's just that the aesthetic standards of Michelangelo's era might have differed from modern ones; that's why the Venus de Milo's breasts aren't very large, and David's penis isn't depicted very prominently. If he could sculpt my wife here, I believe this perfect body, laid out in such a pose, would surely create the most arousing work of art for men in the world.

Sigh, but is it really what I want for every man in the world to look at my wife's nude sculpture and masturbate? Strange, my thoughts today are all absurd…

Xiaoyue and Xiaoying, one lying on her left and the other on her right, were smiling at me.

"Brother, how about we have a go at it before your wife wakes up? No extra charge," Xiaoyue said first, seeing me standing there dumbfounded.

"Just kidding. My wife is lying here so alluringly, how could I possibly touch those two cheap women? If my wife could behave like a normal woman during sex, I believe I would never touch another woman in my life. Going to prostitutes is just to satisfy my vanity as a man, a desire for masculine power. Besides, I'm genuinely nervous right now, worried that my wife might wake up at any moment. But strangely, I'm not worried that she'll see me and cause a crisis in our marriage. It's something else, something I can't quite put my finger on, something that makes me lose my dignity, or perhaps it's this bizarre behavior of mine that she doesn't understand, or even that I don't understand myself. Forget about that for now.

" "Stop joking, brother. You must be worried that sister-in-law will wake up. Why don't we put on blindfolds and gag her? That way we can start anytime." Xiaoying is so understanding.

Actually, there's another crucial reason why I don't want to touch them. As a man, if I have sex with them first, I'll lose my libido and stop this absurd act, thus failing to arouse my wife's desire.

So, seeing three white, fleshy bodies in front of me in this erotic scene, I have to restrain myself." So I said, "Xiaoying is right, let's get the preparations done properly, so it won't look bad later."

The two of them started putting a blindfold on my wife and stuffing a prepared handkerchief into her mouth. Throughout the whole process, they were carefully observing my wife's body, which made me feel a little uncomfortable. Although they were both women, and it was like being in a public women's restroom where other women might see my wife's body, this posture still made me feel very unnatural. In addition, the envy and greed in their eyes, especially Xiaoyue's, made me feel very uncomfortable.

After doing all this, they looked at me again. Xiaoyue said, "Brother, when do we start? There's not much time tonight."

I asked her, "When will my wife wake up?"

"That's hard to say. Some people take another hour to wake up, while those with good constitutions might wake up immediately. If you want to start right away, wiping her face will help her wake up faster."

"Okay, let's do it that way. Let's get it over with quickly. Be careful. First, don't make her uncomfortable. Second, don't let her know that I paid you to come. Third, keep this a secret."

A faint smile appeared on Xiaoyue's lips. She didn't say anything and went to get a towel.

Soon, Xiaoyue brought back a wet towel and wiped her wife's forehead and cheeks. Slowly, her wife's head moved slightly. Xiaoyue suddenly pressed the wet towel against her wife's genitals. The cold towel stimulated her, and she woke up. This made her realize that her lower body was naked, so she began to struggle. Soon, she realized that her hands and feet were tied and she could only make muffled groans. She slowly stopped struggling. This is the quality of a combat athlete; in a bad situation, one shouldn't waste energy. I think my wife is probably assessing her current situation and how to escape the crisis.

Xiaoyue glanced at me. I was frowning at her for suddenly applying a cold towel to my wife's genitals, but she winked playfully, no longer speaking but simply using her expression to indicate, "How are you? Awake?" I couldn't scold her anymore, so I nodded to signal that we could begin.

Then the two professional prostitutes started moving—not just by hand, but with their entire bodies, stimulating my wife's body from every possible point of movement. Xiaoying, having already removed her shoes, began to rub her bare feet, clad in purple stockings, against her wife's soles and insteps. One hand slowly roamed along the inside of her wife's thigh, from the knee towards her genitals, stopping at the hip and not proceeding further. The other hand cupped her wife's breast, gently stroking and kneading it in circles, sometimes squeezing it slightly, but never touching her nipples. Her tongue lightly tapped her wife's earlobe, sometimes licking the earlobe, sometimes lightly sweeping down her wife's neck, then down to the collarbone, and then down to the armpit.

Meanwhile, Xiaoying's own breasts intentionally or unintentionally pressed against her wife's body, sometimes dragging her breasts to rub against her wife's skin. Xiaoyue did almost the same thing, except she was wearing high-heeled sandals, so she used the smooth toes of her sandals to stimulate her wife's feet and calves, gently biting and scraping with her teeth instead of licking with her tongue like Xiaoying.

At this point, I could hardly control my erection, and I also regretted not having tried a threesome in the past. Based on my experience with prostitutes, such stimulation would definitely give me several times more pleasure than usual.

Now, I not only felt excited and that the massage from the two prostitutes was worthwhile, but I also felt a sense of security. The two women were indeed very professional and clever. They started by giving my wife a breast massage, which to some extent lessened her resistance. After all, this let my wife know that they were women. Although their purpose was unclear, it was still better than having men see her naked or even touch her, something her own husband would absolutely forbid.

However, despite this, my wife's body still reacted instinctively. The areas touched by the women started to get goosebumps, especially her breasts. Her face flushed with embarrassment, and her movable parts began to slightly try to avoid the women's advances. But the attempts to avoid them were futile, because my wife's entire body was now covered by the two women's advances, except for her most sensitive nipples and genitals.

The women gradually changed their movements, shifting from breast thrusts to a more roaming motion. Xiaoying started from the cheek, moving down to the earlobe, neck, and then pausing briefly at the thigh before continuing down the calf. She then licked the wife's delicate feet, attacking every corner, first taking each of her beautiful toes into her mouth and licking them, then the spaces between the toes, and finally the soles.

Seeing the wife's beautiful toes curled up, the rose-colored nail polish shimmering on them with Xiaoying's saliva, I knew the wife must be very itchy. But Xiaoying gently pried the curled toes open again and continued licking along the ligament on the sole of the foot. Xiaoyue did the same, but from bottom to top, though they still avoided touching the wife's most sensitive areas, such as the nipples and genitals.

I learned in physiology class that the human nervous system is strange; if you stimulate one area, the unstimulated areas become more sensitive. So I knew the two prostitutes were teasing my wife, bringing her genitals and breasts to their peak sensitivity. A woman's sexual arousal doesn't fully develop until about twenty minutes after the teasing begins, so they were patiently working on it, hoping for a quick and easy result.

Xiaoyue turned and smiled at me, cupping her hand in a tube and making a few up-and-down stroking motions, implying that I could masturbate if I couldn't resist. Honestly, if it weren't for my pride, I would have already put my hand to my crotch, but in front of the two prostitutes and in this situation… sigh, wait.

The human body is truly a strange thing; sometimes physiological changes are beyond the control of the brain. So, after about twenty minutes, a drop of fluid dripped from my wife's genitals. This single drop of fluid was something I had never managed to achieve with my wife in all our years of marriage. Seeing this, I didn't know whether to be happy about the progress or saddened by my own incompetence.

The two women, of course, noticed the changes in my wife's body much earlier than I did. They exchanged a knowing smile, as if to say that even the purest woman couldn't escape our stimulation, and that no one could remain forever resistant to sex. Then they began the next steps.

Xiaoyue's hand slowly moved to my wife's genitals, gently caressing the vulva before finally pressing on that magical button on a woman's body—the clitoris. Xiaoying's hand, meanwhile, reached towards my wife's still-closed vagina, while both women simultaneously took my wife's already erect nipples into their mouths, sometimes gently biting them with their teeth, sometimes lightly brushing them with their tongues.

The instant Xiaoying's fingertip touched my wife's vulva, my wife's body began to writhe violently. After all, even for a woman as conservative as my wife, having fingers inserted into her vagina was absolutely unbearable. But Xiaoying and Xiaoyue, as if anticipating my wife's resistance, each used their stockinged legs to forcefully clamp my wife's white, jade-like feet. Xiaoying seized this opportunity and slowly inserted her slender middle finger little by little into my wife's vagina.

My wife let out a muffled groan and stopped moving. Although she must have felt resentful and humiliated by having a strange woman's fingers inserted into her vagina, she knew that continuing to resist would only irritate the perpetrator's desires. She understood this; it was better to remain still than to resist, letting the perpetrator lose interest and end it sooner. Once she was released, she could easily beat two men, let alone two women, and take them to the police station.

But I couldn't hold back any longer. Watching a stranger's fingers penetrate my vagina, a place I had never even touched myself, while Xiaoyue was parting the clitoral hood to show me my wife's private parts, which I had never seen before, coupled with her two perfectly curved legs in purple stockings and two sexy legs in black stockings wrapped around her white thighs, the visual stimulation made me pull down my pants without thinking, grab my erect penis, and start masturbating wildly.

Xiaoyue smiled and gave me a look of disdain I'd never seen on her face before, as if to say,

"Damn, you're just a fucking jerk who watches others play with your wife while you masturbate on the sidelines."

But I couldn't care less. I saw Xiaoying's fingers curving upwards, scraping against the upper wall of my wife's vagina, while Xiaoyue was pinching my wife's clitoris with two fingers of her left hand and lightly stimulating it with her right. I felt every movement they made was stimulating my pleasure nerves, and combined with my own masturbation, this unprecedented stimulation made me ejaculate on the floor in just a few seconds.

This time, even Xiaoying couldn't hide her contempt, her big eyes wide with surprise as she stared at the now-softened penis still clutched in my hand.

Writing this, the foreplay of the training is almost over, and so is my foreplay with you, dear readers. Actually, reading erotica is like having sex; foreplay is very important. If I let everyone start masturbating right away, that wouldn't be so bad, but I feel it's lacking. I think you should prepare some toilet paper for the next chapter. I apologize for the slow pacing, as I'm very busy with work and don't have much time. I can't elaborate on the non-H scenes like the more experienced writers, so please forgive me. However, I will compensate you with H scenes. But since this is a training/domination story, there will definitely be some exaggerated scenes later on, so please understand if it deviates a bit from reality. As for the NTR route, I plan to have both the victim and the female lead being trained simultaneously. Of course, I'm not writing a gay story, so the victim will be trained mentally, gradually accepting the escalating humiliation inflicted on the female lead – that's one storyline. Hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 3

: Ejaculation is a very mysterious physiological activity. Whether a man is filled with desire determines his current way of thinking. If a man is full of desire, then releasing that desire is his only goal. Once that desire is gone, a man will think about ethics, morality, reality, family, and even feel very empty. And the switch for desire is ejaculation. Therefore, a man may be vulgar, beastly, or even perverted before ejaculation, but become very rational and logical after the brief few seconds of ejaculation.

Looking at the semen on the ground, the two prostitutes' mocking expressions, and my wife sandwiched between them, feeling utterly humiliated, I couldn't understand what the hell I was doing. It's just a matter between husband and wife; if my wife doesn't like it, I should just listen to her. Why put her through this humiliation? Sigh, stop it. I looked up, ready to signal them to stop; the prank should end here.

Just then, Xiaoying tiptoed over, spread her legs, and squatted between my legs. She skillfully lifted my limp penis and licked away the remaining semen. After cleaning it, Xiaoying's tongue began to deftly circle around the glans, then suddenly she took my now shrunken penis into her mouth, her tongue now probing the urethral opening. I felt a warm embrace envelop me. Slowly, Xiaoying stood up, gently cupped my testicles in her hand, and rubbed them. She brought her mouth close to my earlobe, breathing softly as she said in a barely audible voice, "Brother, you won't be jealous of us two women massaging your sister-in-law like this, will you? But I'm really surprised by your strong reaction. We haven't even really started yet."

Sigh, God designed a switch for desire in men, but a man's refractory period is so short, just a few minutes. Plus, Xiaoying's oral sex is showing signs of recovery, and more importantly, her few words were incredibly meaningful. She said massaging a wife meant the wife wasn't being insulted, but rather receiving a massage. She said being jealous of other women put my mind at ease, and her last sentence hinted at something even more exciting to come. How could I not hear the words of these cunning women? But honestly, everything she said was true. Let's see how things develop. After all, this can't happen again, and ending it like this wouldn't fully achieve our goal. If they can truly stimulate a wife's erogenous zones and help her overcome her sexual apathy, frankly, that's exactly what I want to see.

Before the internal struggle could even last a few seconds, Xiaoying had already returned to bed and joined the fray. Since Xiaoying had come over to talk to me earlier, Xiaoyue hadn't made any more vigorous moves. Seeing Xiaoying return to bed and nod to signal her to continue, Xiaoyue changed her position and slowly moved her body between her wife's legs, her head also slowly moving closer to her wife's crotch. I remember the last time I tried to do this, my wife clamped my head between her legs and I almost passed out. But I knew that with her legs tied, she couldn't do it this time. So I thought to myself, "Can I do this? I've never given my wife oral sex before, or rather, she's never tried it." Just

as I was thinking this, my wife probably felt the breath near her genitals. She, who utterly loathed oral sex, suddenly lifted her hips, which slammed her pubic bone into Xiaoyue's nose. I don't need to elaborate on my wife's strength; the blood flowing from Xiaoyue's nose speaks volumes. After the successful blow, my wife remained still, but Xiaoyue's face was covered in tears, blood, and snot. She rushed to the toilet and rinsed herself with cold water. Xiaoying was also stunned, unsure whether to continue or wait and see how Xiaoyue was doing.

I went into the bathroom and whispered to Xiaoyue, "How about we call it quits? It's just a game. You got hurt, but I'll still pay for it, plus an extra hour's fee. Go home early tonight and get some rest. Don't work anymore."

Xiaoyue forced a bitter smile. "It's okay, brother. I told you we'd handle it. Don't worry. My wife doesn't know what's going on. She thinks we're bad guys, so it's normal for her to resist. It also shows how faithful she is to you, right? But I tested her earlier, and her libido is really low. I don't know if she's just not sensitive or if she's deliberately holding back. Normally, after all that touching and licking, most people would be wet, but she only produced a little bit. Brother, honestly, this is going to be difficult."

"Then let's call it quits for now. Look at you, you're injured. Xiaoying might get hurt too. You know my wife's skills. She looks like a woman among women, but she's stronger than most men."

"It's okay, brother, my injury is nothing. I'll ask my older sister to come help. She's more experienced. Actually, it was my job, but look at me... it's my fault. How about I give my sister half of the money you gave me? I'll just act as a middleman."

"Is your sister reliable?"

"Brother, you can absolutely trust her."

Okay then, I went out with Xiaoyue to make a phone call. I couldn't hear what they were saying on the other end, only vaguely hearing a muffled, unpleasant voice.

Back in the room, Xiaoying was still standing there dumbfounded, waiting for us. When she saw us return, she quietly came over, her eyes wide, wanting to ask what happened.

Xiaoyue whispered, "Brother, my sister won't be here for another half hour. How about we two sisters give you a big service? You were standing there with your eyes practically blazing with desire, let's cool you down. If you feel good, you can add some more for us, or not."

I thought to myself, "Damn, you girls should all be marketing managers. Your sales skills are so strong, it's a waste for you to be prostitutes. When you're pushing services, you're all like psychologists, adding this and that, making us feel really bad if we don't add more. You really know how to talk, you know I have some self-respect. If you were a scoundrel, you wouldn't say that." That's what I was thinking, but I really wanted to try their double full-body massage. I'd been sitting there for half an hour anyway, so I might as well enjoy it.

"But it's definitely not possible here, my wife will definitely suspect something if she hears us. Let's get another room nearby,"

I said cautiously.

“Okay, bro, don’t move. I’ll go get a room, but you’ll pay for it.” Xiaoyue said, holding out her hand.

The room was right next door. The two girls didn’t waste any time and quickly stripped off all their clothes, leaving only stockings and thongs. Xiaoying opened her small bag and asked, “Bro, do you prefer red or black rope when you’re being tied up?”

“Why would I need to be tied up? I won’t struggle. Forget it.”

Xiaoyue laughed and said, “Bro, you don’t understand. You see, that’s why bondage is so popular in those European and American porn movies. There’s a reason for it. After being tied up, a person’s mentality is different. There’s a sense of oppression and helplessness, which makes your pleasure more intense, and…”

Xiaoying continued, “How do you know you won’t move around later?”

Xiaoying’s words deeply tempted me. Moving around was also because the stimulation was too intense, which meant that I might really be about to fly to the clouds.

"Do whatever you want. Who notices the color of the rope when they're having fun? You guys are really funny. Hurry up, your sister will be here soon. I need to go home early tonight. After I leave, untie my wife and tell her it was her colleague who asked you to play a prank, just like we agreed. But be careful, untie the rope and run away while my wife is getting dressed. If she catches you, the consequences will be severe."

The two women exchanged a smile and began skillfully tying my limbs.

A moment later, Xiaoyue received a phone call. This time I heard it clearly because I was closer. The person on the other end said,

"I'm almost there. Put her clothes on." But it was definitely a man's voice. Xiaoyue agreed and hung up.

"Didn't you say you were bringing women for a massage?" I started to feel confused.

"I never said I was bringing a woman to 'discipline' your wife." Xiaoyue blinked her eyes innocently, but her words were different.

"You mean your sister?" I was getting angry.

"Oh, haha, I accidentally touched the voice changer when I called him just now. It's a new app I downloaded, it's pretty fun. As for 'sister,' well, everyone in our circle calls him 'sister.'"

"No way, we can't let a man come. I'm not doing this anymore, stop right now. How about this, I'll consider it a breach of contract and give you double the payment. That's it for today. I'll still invite you for a massage after you're healed." I was completely tied up, and in my desperation, I said everything I could to ease the situation and appease them.

"You should know, I usually can't get this 'sister' to come. If he makes a wasted trip today, I won't be able to make a living in the future." Xiaoyue replied calmly.

"It's okay, I'll pay him too, just consider it making a friend. Besides, if this continues, you'll be in legal trouble. And if my wife finds out where you are, you'll be in trouble too." I started to use both soft and hard tactics. "Brother

, if things have come to this point, then we'll just have to wait and see." Xiaoyue said, standing up.

"Brother, my sister's almost here. I need to do some preparatory work as she instructed. Xiaoying will stay with you, but please don't shout. We're all carrying drugs; you'll pass out in seconds, and then you won't even know how your wife will be 'trained' by my sister. Can you really trust us then?" With that, Xiaoyue turned and left. Hearing

her say that, I really didn't dare shout. After all, I had to stay conscious in this situation. If they did anything too outrageous, I would risk everything to protect my wife's virginity. If I were drugged, my wife would be in danger.

A short while later, Xiaoyue returned with a high-definition LCD screen. Turning it on, I discovered the camera was installed in my wife's room. She wanted to be able to watch the other woman harass my wife the whole time, which was pure torture for me. What man wants his wife to be violated by someone else?

After installing the camera, Xiaoyue went out again and appeared on the screen. Through the screen, I saw her cover my wife's face with a handkerchief, then untie the ropes binding her. But my wife still didn't move; I guessed she had used the drug she mentioned earlier to knock her unconscious again. I was wondering why she was doing this when Xiaoyue started dressing my wife, taking some clothes from her own bag. Because Xiaoyue's body was in the way, I could only see that after she was dressed, my wife was wearing black sheer stockings, and the skirt and top were still my wife's. Then Xiaoyue tied my wife up again, just like before.

A knock came at the door. Xiaoyue opened it, and a man entered. He wasn't tall, and his appearance wasn't as sleazy as I'd imagined, though his face was very thin. Most striking was his gaze. After entering, his eyes swept over his wife lying on the bed, but his gaze wasn't as if he were looking at a living person, but at an inanimate object. His eyes were devoid of any emotion. He stared at his wife for a full five minutes.

Xiaoying, who was beside me, suddenly said, "Brother, you know what? My sister never looks at a woman for more than a minute. Staring at your wife for so long... with all her experience with women, your wife is the one that has ever moved her the most." But there was a hint of sadness in Xiaoying's words.

The older sister spoke: "Are you tying her up like this to sleep with her or to train her?"

The usually eloquent Xiaoyue didn't answer. It was clear that Xiaoyue and Xiaoying were afraid of this older sister.

The older sister continued, "You've been in this business for so long, shouldn't you know what's most important to make a woman submit?"

Xiaoyue still didn't speak, only shook her head.

My sister sighed, "Sigh, when will you two ever amount to anything? But today's client is the best I've ever seen in my life. You and Xiaoying won't have to give me any commission for the next three years; consider it my reward."

Xiaoyue simply said, "Thank you, sister."

But Xiaoying was so happy she almost jumped for joy, "Brother, do you know how much this is for me and Xiaoyue? I'm so glad you married such a beautiful wife."

I just thought to myself, "Fuck you!"

Xiaoyue asked, "Sister, when are we starting?"

"Starting? Are you kidding me? If she were so easy to handle, would I need to do it? Didn't you just finish her off?"

This barrage of questions silenced Xiaoyue.

"I asked you a question earlier that you couldn't answer, so I'll teach you now. To conquer a woman like this, you must first destroy her will."

My sister lit a cigarette and continued, "When I came over earlier, I saw two beggars not far downstairs. Call them over here."

Honestly, really, really sorry, I'm sure some of you brothers are asking about the promised masturbation spot.

Having written this far, I guarantee it'll be finished by tomorrow.

Chapter Four:

Before Xiaoyue even approached the beggars, she could already smell the nauseating stench emanating from them. Normally, when Xiaoyue saw beggars lying on the ground like this on the street, her reaction was the same as any other woman: she'd walk right away.

She tossed a few coins into their bowl, and the beggars, before even opening their eyes, began to professionally say thank you. When they finally opened their eyes, the two beggars stood there motionless, completely stunned. They couldn't even remember when they'd last slept with their wives in the countryside. Staring at Xiaoyue, they forgot to continue their hundreds of "thank yous" they repeated daily. They were only staring intently at Xiaoyue's legs peeking out from under her miniskirt, at the pale flesh showing through the thin black stockings, and one of them staring without blinking at the deep cleavage revealed by her low-cut shirt.

Xiaoyue was both angry and amused. After all, being able to arouse men's desire was something prostitutes were proud of, and they would often boast about it to their girlfriends. But Xiaoyue wouldn't take these two beggars no matter how much money they offered. Some rich men were of low quality, but at least they were clean and not as ugly as them. If she had to sleep with these two, Xiaoyue would rather never be a prostitute again. But despite

her words, she had to do what her sister had told her to do.

"Want to fuck?" Xiaoyue practically choked out the words.

Before one of the beggars could react, the other chimed in, "Girl, don't tease us. We're already grateful for the few dollars you gave us; we'll have pancakes for lunch. A girl like you, even just seeing you every day would be a dream come true."

The beggar opened his mouth, revealing a mouthful of yellow and black filthy teeth. Xiaoyue could smell the stench of a public toilet even from a distance.

The other beggar, regaining his senses, also started teasing Xiaoyue. After all, they knew they could never touch a beauty like Xiaoyue in their lives. Even if they knew she was a prostitute, the cost of one visit would be roughly equivalent to a month and a half of their food expenses. So, they seized the opportunity to verbally harass her. "Hey girl, we two old buddies don't have the guts to mess with a girl like you, hehe. How about you strike a pose like those city folks do, so we can see if we can think of you when we masturbate before bed?"

Xiaoyue, a woman who frequented the brothels, had heard all sorts of things, but these words, coming from this beggar with a face full of pustules, made her feel particularly disgusted. She didn't want to waste any more words on him. "Fuck me? No way! But you two are lucky. I'll let you have your fun today. Hurry up and come with me."

The two beggars exchanged glances. Seeing that Xiaoyue wasn't joking, and since there was nothing to lose, they decided to go .

However, the guy with the pus-filled face still cautiously asked, "Girl, it's free, right? We two brothers don't have any money. There are security guards and thugs in many places in the city..."

"Damn it, I wouldn't even hire you two to solicit customers," Xiaoyue said casually.

While saying this, she took the guy with the pus-filled face and the guy with the big black teeth into the elevator when the receptionist wasn't looking. Once

inside the elevator, Xiaoyue began to regret it. Being in such a confined space with these two beggars, she estimated that she wouldn't be able to get rid of their lingering smell for a month.

The door opened, and strangely, her sister didn't show any disgust at the smell of the beggars. She didn't say anything, but simply stepped aside to let the beggars in.

The two beggars, however, didn't move at this moment, their expressions even more exaggerated than when they saw Xiaoyue earlier, their eyes fixed on their wife on the bed.

"Damn it, hurry up and get in, don't just stand there," Xiaoyue said, but she didn't want to push them away.

The two beggars themselves didn't even know how they stepped in, but their eyes never left their wives for a moment.

The wife had been retied by her sister. Her upper body was still bound to the headboard, but her legs, clad in stockings, were now spread wide and raised high, secured with ropes. Even through the stockings, her smooth, white legs still shone alluringly. She wore shapely high-heeled sandals, making her already perfect small feet appear even more alluring with their arches raised.

The sister, guessing the wife was awake but silent, went over and whispered in her ear, "Beautiful lady, tonight I'm going to turn you into a slut. And I can guarantee that no matter how much you resist, it's useless. The more you resist, the more challenging it is for me. The more you kneel there like a bitch, begging me to fuck you, the more accomplished I feel. Also, no woman I train can escape. I just hope you don't surrender so quickly." His words were concise, devoid of superfluous description or emotion, as if he were speaking to a wall, but one could hear the unwavering confidence in his voice.

The wife suddenly writhed upon hearing a man's voice. Even if she felt she was dressed again, having her legs spread wide in front of a man was unacceptable to her. She absolutely would not allow a man to touch her body, not even with a single, defiling glance .

Suddenly, her sister removed the blindfold.

As the light adjusted, the wife's eyes widened, staring intently at her sister. Her gaze conveyed a message—I'm going to kill you.

Her sister, however, seemed oblivious, slowly turning away. When the wife saw the large, black teeth and pus-filled face behind her sister, her eyes widened as if about to burst, a complex expression of disgust and panic crossing her face, and she began to gag.

Watching the screen, I stared wide-eyed, afraid to utter a sound. Xiaoying had already prepared the drug; if I made a sound, she could anesthetize me within seconds. I gritted my teeth and said to Xiaoying, "Xiaoying, I give up. Name your price, I'll pay anything, just don't let those two beggars touch my wife, okay?"

Xiaoying said calmly, "Brother, actually, this wasn't my arrangement, it was Xiaoyue's. I didn't approve of Xiaoyue bringing your sister to play with your wife anyway. Women who've been with her are bound to have problems. The more you resist, the more you suffer. And you said you'd pay, do you know how much your wife is worth? To your sister, your wife's qualities are priceless, so you should save your breath. To be honest, brother, your thing down there is really useless. It's so small and doesn't last long. My girlfriends and I talk about you behind your back. We love customers like you, sitting for an hour like it's nothing, and you're so generous with your money..."

"Fuck you, you're telling me this now? Are you even human?"

"Brother, if you ask me, you should look at things from a different perspective. Your wife is so beautiful, with such a perfect figure. You simply can't satisfy her. If she continues like this, she'll never experience pleasure between men and women in her life. That's not a perfect life for her."

"I fucking know that. Otherwise, why would I have invited you two bastards here today?"

"Brother, you invited us here so that your wife could get pleasure and become more open through external help. But think about it, as long as your wife is happy, does it really matter whether the external help is male or female?"

"Yes, of course it does. A woman won't cheat on me, but a man won't."

"Then this illiterate man is going to teach this intellectual a lesson. These days, those fake dildos in sex shops are neither male nor female, so you probably think that women using them don't harm men, meaning there's no moral burden, right?"

Although I didn't say anything, I agreed with her statement in my heart.

Xiaoying continued, "But brother, have you ever thought about what a woman's infidelity truly hurts a man about? Is it his family? That's just the result of the affair, not the cause. The reason an affair damages a marriage is because men can't view it correctly. What's truly hurting a man's pride and confidence in conquering women is the feeling that he can't satisfy his wife, but other men can. But brother, by coming to us today, you've already admitted you can't satisfy your wife. You're only one step away from a correct understanding of extramarital sex. Many men now engage in wife-swapping and selfies. Why? Because those men have learned to view extramarital sex correctly, and they've started enjoying the pleasure, watching their wives, whom they can't usually conquer, moaning under other men, orgasming while they can't bring themselves to orgasm." They find a sense of identification, fantasizing that they are the ones making their wives scream, and at the same time, they feel a sense of vengeful pleasure. I can't say what the root of this hatred is, but if a man can't satisfy his wife, he will definitely suppress this inner pain for a long time, and over time, it may lead to hatred and a desire for revenge. Seeing your wife, who is usually aloof and cold in your bed, being teased by someone else and begging for sex, don't you feel a sense of relief? Don't you think to your sister-in-law: "You slut, you've finally shown some slutness?" Your sister-in-law in your bed is cold and indifferent to sex, but imagine her being penetrated by someone else, her juices flowing and her whole body trembling, don't you feel a different kind of pleasure?

I was speechless. The only thing that could contend with Xiaoying's words was traditional morality. But for some reason, Xiaoying's words made my lower body slightly aroused. My body and mind seemed to feel a chill. But in the next room, the atmosphere began to heat up.

The older sister turned to face the two seemingly dazed beggars. "Have you two ever seen such a beautiful woman?"

The two men didn't blink, their heads bobbing like rattles.

"Then come closer. How can you see clearly from so far away? Besides, let our beauty have a good look at you."

The two beggars darted to the bedside like lightning.

At this moment, the wife could see the beggars' faces more clearly, and their stench was more intensely permeating her nostrils, stimulating her olfactory nerves. If her mouth hadn't been gagged, she probably would have vomited. The visual stimulation made her doubt whether she was in reality or a nightmare; could such ugly, filthy people really exist in the world?

The older sister seemed to understand her wife's thoughts. She slowly leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Aren't they disgusting? Ugly and filthy, they're probably the most despicable people you could find in the world. Maybe some people's dogs are more noble than them. But I want you to know that they're about to fuck you, to insert their filthy, stinking cocks into your perfect body. You're a very strong woman, but I, a weak person, can render you powerless with just a few ropes, leaving you unable to move and only able to be played with. Your body is probably never violated by your husband because he has to consider your feelings, and you are proud of your chastity and purity. But today, these two filthy and ugly cocks in the world are going to ravage your vagina, which even your husband wouldn't give you. I like to see the most beautiful things in the world possessed and destroyed by the ugliest things."

As she said this, the older sister's eyes lost their previous indifference and suddenly flashed with excitement, her body even trembling slightly.

The older sister turned to face the beggars again. "You two scumbags, you definitely don't know how to appreciate women. You're incredibly lucky today; I'll be your guide."

The two beggars immediately nodded vigorously, echoing, "Yes, incredibly lucky, absolutely incredibly lucky!"

The older sister continued, "Now, I have three requirements for you. First, from now on, you absolutely cannot touch her unless I tell you to; second, when you're having sex with her, you can only use your penises, not your hands—your hands are too damn dirty; third, wear a condom. You know what a condom is, right?"

The two beggars continued to nod. "Brother, whatever you say, we'll do it." "Yes, we'll listen to you. You can even let us die afterward."

"Let's begin."

“You guys just said you’ve never seen such a beautiful woman in your lives, so do you think it looks good or not when I spread this stunning beauty’s legs wide apart and stick them up high?”

Big Black Teeth said, “Damn, bro, it looks good! You know, when we’re cursing women, we say this bitch is really slutty, and when we’re fucking her, her legs are sticking up really high.”

Pussy Face chimed in, “Yeah, bro, with her legs spread this wide, when we lift her skirt, we can see everything, and with them sticking up this high, we can definitely see her ass.”

The wife almost fainted when she heard this. You see, given her family background and education, she probably had never heard such disgusting words in her life. So the wife started twisting her body violently, desperately trying to break free of the restraints and then, like in the ring, frantically punching the three men in front of her with a combination of punches, because what they said was enough to sentence her to death, or at least permanently disabled.

Seeing the wife twisting, Big Yellow Teeth said, “Girl, stop twisting, if you twist, I can see all your black panties.”

Pussyface nudged Big Yellow Teeth with his elbow and continued, "Hey? I just glanced at it, and the black panties inside seemed to be transparent. You could see the pubic hair inside. You know, city people are weird. Either they don't wear panties at all, or if they do, they wear transparent ones. What's the point?"

Hearing this, the wife really didn't dare to move. First, twisting her body earlier hadn't had any effect, and second, her movement had only given the two beggars a better view. Fortunately, they only saw it for a moment, but even that was enough to make her blush.

The older sister continued, "What do you guys think of this pretty girl's clothes today?"

Big Yellow Teeth: "They look good, quite tight. I bet she has big breasts."

The older sister: "Oh? Yeah, from the outside it certainly looks like that. Looks like you two have been looking at a lot of girls on the street!"

Big Yellow Teeth: "Brother, we've got nothing to do on the street, so we just look. But the girls always give us a wide berth, so we just look from a distance."

The older sister: "What do you see on the street?"

Pussy Face: "Hehe, sometimes the girls wear low necklines, so we see their cleavage."

The older sister: "Do you want to see her cleavage?"

Big Yellow Teeth blurted out: "Yes! Brother, yes! We're satisfied just looking at a pretty girl's round breasts from outside her clothes, let alone cleavage."

The older sister: "Okay, I'll pull her neckline down a bit." Saying this, she slowly pulled her wife's neckline down to her chest.

I was watching from the next room, my eyes practically spitting fire. My wife sometimes likes fashionable clothes, but she's usually quite conservative and would never wear clothes that show cleavage. So she must be feeling incredibly ashamed and angry right now.

The two beggars held their breath as the wife slowly revealed her deep cleavage.

Seeing their utter lack of sophistication, the older sister shook her head and turned to Xiaoyue, saying, "Lift up your clothes."

Xiaoyue was reluctant to undress in front of these two lowly beggars, but every word from her sister was an order. So she slowly lifted her clothes, revealing her breasts clad in a black silk bra.

The two beggars glanced back at her before turning back to their wife.

The older sister asked, "If you had to choose between two girls, this girl named Xiaoyue is undoubtedly beautiful. Now, if you had to have sex with her for a month, or have sex with this beauty once as mentioned earlier, which would you choose?"

Xiaoyue's eyes reddened with anxiety. Just as she was about to speak, Big Yellow Teeth interrupted, "This beauty, I want her! I'd rather eat one perfect peach than a basket of rotten apricots!"

Pussy Face chimed in, "Right, I want her! I'd die if I had sex with this woman once!"

Before Xiaoyue could even feel happy, anger welled up inside her. She thought, "Fuck your mother! Am I a rotten apricot? Have you forgotten how you lost your dicks when you saw me outside?" Sister: "

Oh? Well then, let's continue admiring this beauty's legs. Don't you think her legs are incredibly long?"

Big Yellow Teeth: "Yes, absolutely! I've seen plenty of women in miniskirts outside, but none of them have legs as beautiful as hers. This guy's legs are straight, like they were carved with a knife."

Pussy Face: "Look at those calves, so long, you can't see any muscle at all. And those thighs, so full, they must have some muscle."

The wife had stopped moving and had no further reaction. She simply closed her eyes to avoid seeing this disgusting garbage, wishing she could close her ears and nose.

Sister: "Did you see her feet?"

Pussy Face: "Yes, they're so beautiful. Look at the shape of her soles. Didn't they say 'three-inch golden lotuses' in ancient times? Her feet are so small and beautiful, I really want to lick them. A beautiful woman's feet must smell sweet, but..."

Sister: "But I won't allow it, is that right?"

Pussy Face didn't dare to continue.

Sister: "Alright, that's enough for now. I'm starting to take her clothes off."

The two of them exclaimed in unison, "Great! Good! Hurry, hurry!"

Hearing this, the wife started writhing again. She didn't care anymore; even if she accidentally exposed herself, she couldn't let that perverted sister undress her in front of two disgusting beggars.

Suddenly, the sister said to the wife, "Actually, I advise you not to resist in vain. You're tied up with ropes, and if the three of us restrain you, your resistance will be completely ineffective. But I'm asking you to cooperate now. I really don't want these two sluts' dirty hands touching your clean body; it will only make you feel worse. Also, I advise you to cherish your precious energy. There's still a long night ahead, and there's a lot of hard work to do later."

The wife slowly stopped. Yes, such resistance was definitely ineffective; it would only give those two beggars' dirty hands a chance to ravage her body. And she really needed to conserve her energy. After all, the room wasn't big, and if a fight broke out, she couldn't afford to get entangled; she had to save her strength to defeat them in one blow.

The older sister continued, slowly pushing her wife's top up from the bottom, revealing her lower abdomen to the two beggars.

Big Yellow Teeth exclaimed, "Damn it! Look at that belly, so flat, not a bit of fat, such a slim waist!"

Pussy Face added, "Don't let her slim waist fool you, her belly is quite firm. A woman like that could straddle you and twist you to death, you'd be out in a few seconds. Look at that pretty belly button, so clean, unlike ours, which are all stuffed with mud."

As the older sister pushed the top almost to her chest, the two beggars fell silent, their eyes fixed on the long-awaited white breasts, drool unconsciously dripping down their faces.

Since the wife's breasts were large, the top was still a bit tight at this point, and with her body pressed down beneath it, the older sister gave it a firm tug.

The elastic potential energy accumulated in the wife's chest came into play, and her two breasts, clad in black bras, practically popped out, exposed to the two beggars.

Seeing the two men fall silent, the older sister spoke up: "Aren't her breasts beautiful?"

Big Yellow Teeth: "Beautiful...beautiful...they were just bouncing out and they're still flapping. They're round like half a ball, really perky!"

Pussy Face: "The bras in the city are so strange, they only cover half, unlike ours, which cover the whole breast. Look at that cleavage, you can see it clearly now."

The older sister found a pair of scissors and slowly began to cut open her wife's bra.

When the last cut finally ripped it open, her breasts, stretched taut within, were finally released, two large, fleshy mounds flapping open in front of the two beggars.

I couldn't bear to watch any longer; from that moment on, my wife was officially being ogled by the beggars.

At the same time, my wife's small legs straightened forward; I could feel that she was also enduring, enduring this humiliation she had never imagined before. I

originally wanted to divide the story into chapters according to the plot, but it seems impossible, because my time is too tight, so I can only write as I go.

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