My Wife Pearl Became Someone Else's Wife (Full Series)

A sharp pain shot through my head, and I slowly opened my eyes with a cry of "Ah!" Everything was white. I steadied myself and realized I was in a hospital. I looked at myself; thankfully, aside from the bandage on my head, I wasn't injured.
"You're awake! We've already notified your partner; she'll be here soon. Are you dizzy?" a gentle voice said in my ear. I turned my head and saw a nurse standing by the bed, looking down at me.
I felt around; aside from a slight headache, I felt fine. I said, "It's okay, I'm not dizzy, just a little sore." The nurse chuckled and said, "That's because you had an incision in your head and needed stitches; of course it'll hurt a little. It's good that you're not dizzy. If you feel dizzy or nauseous, please let us know immediately." "Okay," I replied, then closed my eyes. Although the nurse was pretty, my introverted personality prevented me from having any flirtatious impulses.
"What bad luck," I sighed. I was walking peacefully to work when, as I passed a row of apartment buildings, a flowerpot fell from the sky and hit me on the head. Luckily, the flowerpot wasn't big, and it probably wasn't very high, otherwise, I probably wouldn't have woken up.
Other people get lucky, but I got a flowerpot fall from the sky, and it landed right on my head. I chuckled self-deprecatingly. I've never been one to aim too high, and my life has been rather uneventful: I went to a mediocre university, found a mediocre job after graduation, and bought a mediocre house in the city. But I'm lucky to have found a wonderful wife: beautiful, gentle, and thrifty. After having a son, my wife became a full-time housewife, and I never have to worry about anything at home. Our small house is clean and cozy, and our son is healthy and obedient.
I heard the door open, opened my eyes, and saw a woman walk in. My eyes lit up – what a stunning woman! She looked to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight, about the same age as my wife, but taller, probably over 1.7 meters. She had a very curvaceous figure, wearing a one-piece dress that looked like it was about to burst. Her features were exquisite; her lips were full and sexy, and she had large, almond-shaped eyes above her pert nose.
She quickly went to my bedside, grabbed my hand, and I instinctively flinched, but she held on tightly, saying repeatedly, "Honey, are you alright? You scared me to death!" She then reached out to touch my head. I was completely stunned. Who was this? I didn't recognize her, yet she called me "honey." I instinctively turned my head away. The nurse behind me spoke up: "Your husband is fine, he just had a cut on his head, it's been stitched up, he just needs to be observed for a day or two and he can be discharged." "Oh, oh, that's good, thank you, doctor." The woman didn't care whether the person was a nurse or a doctor, and then turned to me, saying, "I've already fired those workers, they're really lawless, daring to lay a hand on me. I've already called the police and had the one who hit me arrested. You take good care of your injury, and when you get out, you'll teach them a lesson." I was certain she had mistaken me for someone else; I'd been hit on the head by a flowerpot, not assaulted. But the nervous look in her eyes didn't seem fake. I composed myself and said, "Ma'am, are you sure you haven't mistaken me for someone else?" The woman's eyes widened instantly. She froze for a few seconds, looking terrified. She gripped my hand tighter, her voice trembling with tears, "Honey, what's wrong? I'm your wife! What do you mean, 'Ma'am'? Don't scare me!" She turned to the nurse, "Doctor, what happened? My husband doesn't recognize me!" The nurse seemed startled as well. She said, "Don't worry, I'll go get the doctor right away." She turned and quickly left.
From the moment the woman entered until the nurse left, I was a little dizzy from the series of unexpected events. What was all this? I was hit on the head, and when I woke up, the world had changed completely. I could tell the woman wasn't faking it, but I genuinely didn't recognize her.
A short while later, the nurse returned with a doctor. The doctor immediately asked, "Do you feel unwell, like dizziness, nausea, or anything else?" I was actually a little scared; I thought I was dreaming! I just secretly pinched my thigh; it hurts so much. It shouldn't be a dream, but what's going on? Hearing the doctor's question, I was stunned and could only say, "I just have a bit of a headache, nothing else." The doctor asked again, "Does it hurt inside your head or just your scalp?" I thought for a moment, and apart from the wound on my head, there really wasn't anything else, so I said, "It doesn't hurt inside." The doctor was silent for a moment, then said, "Okay, go get an X-ray first, and then we'll talk, okay?" What could I say? The woman nodded quickly. The nurse helped me up. Actually, I felt I could walk by myself, but it felt good to be taken care of. The doctor took us to get an X-ray. I didn't dare say anything, afraid people would think I was a monster, so I just let them do as they pleased.
After a series of tests, I was back in my hospital bed. Now, I was half-lying on the bed, and the woman was feeding me spoonful by spoonful of a bowl of congee with preserved egg and lean pork. I said I could do it myself, but the woman insisted on feeding me, so I could only remain silent.
After finishing my porridge, the woman kept asking me questions, like if I remembered who she was, how many people were in my family… I didn't dare answer, so I just shook my head. Annoyed by her questions, I said I was sleepy and needed to sleep, and then I lay down.
With my eyes closed, my mind was a mess. I racked my brain for a long time, trying to figure out what was going on, but to no avail. Suddenly, I thought, could it be some kind of time-travel or reincarnation story I'd seen online when I was bored? But I checked earlier, and the timeline seemed about right! The physical age was about right too!
I thought for a long time, but still couldn't figure it out. Then I felt the urge to urinate, so I got out of bed. The woman saw me get out and quickly helped me, asking what I was doing. I said I needed to use the restroom. Seeing that I was alright, she didn't follow me
. After urinating, I looked in the mirror while washing my hands, and I froze. I saw a strange face. It wasn't that it was ugly or that it had become handsome, it was similar, but definitely not my old face.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Thankfully, my mental fortitude isn't the strongest, but it's not too bad either; I didn't faint from fright. I stared at it for a good ten minutes, then pinched my thigh several times, grimaced, and realized it wasn't a dream. Maybe I'd been reading too many online novels about soul transfer; honestly, my imagination had gotten a lot wilder.
I washed my face with water, feeling a little calmer. I thought, besides soul transfer, I couldn't think of any other reason. But I hadn't figured out what to do yet; I definitely couldn't tell anyone, or scientists might dissect me and study me.
I mentally cheered myself on, calmed myself down, and went back to my hospital bed. I saw the doctor holding an X-ray image, talking to the woman. I went in, and the doctor said to me, "Mr. Zhang, I've looked at your X-ray, and it seems fine. But the human brain is amazing, and we haven't fully understood it yet. I suspect something is pressing on your memory nerves, causing temporary amnesia." He then turned to the woman and said, "Your husband's physical condition is fine, but he's temporarily lost his memory. You'll need to talk to him more; hopefully, it will help him recover his memory sooner. We don't have a particularly good method for this; you need to be patient and guide him slowly." Seeing that the doctor couldn't explain the cause, I actually understood a bit; I must have encountered something as absurd as soul transference. I don't know if this is a blessing or a curse, but whatever it is, I just want to be discharged. I miss my wife and my lovely son terribly. I wonder how they are; they must be very worried.
The woman (the wife of the man in this body) is named Wu Shuang, and I saw my current name in the medical record: Zhang Wei.
At my insistence, I was discharged. Shuang'er accompanied me to the hospital entrance (she said I always call her Shuang'er) and told me to wait a moment. A moment later, a BMW pulled up in front of me. It turned out that the owner of my body was a wealthy man. To be honest, I wasn't happy. I didn't know if this was really mine, or if I'd be exposed. But right now, I didn't know what to do; I could only take it one step at a time.
I sat on the sofa, lost in thought. I'd been discharged from the hospital for several days now, and my head wound had healed considerably. Shuang'er had gone to the factory. I'd figured out my current identity: my name was Zhang Wei, I was 32 years old, a rich second-generation heir. My parents were in a car accident, and as their only son, I naturally inherited the family fortune. However, the original owner of my body was basically an incompetent good-for-nothing. Spoiled by his parents, he didn't like studying and had no business acumen. After inheriting the company, he barely managed it, and within a few years, it was bankrupt. He had no choice but to sell some parts and close others (I suspect someone saw the current owner's incompetence and deliberately took over his company). Now, only the garment factory remained. My wife, Shuang'er, seeing the situation was dire, came to help at the factory, and now she's basically in charge. I spend my days in a drunken stupor. But Shuang'er is a good woman; under her management, the factory has managed to stay afloat. She's remained loyal to me, but judging from her expression, she's probably also angry at my lack of ambition! My injury happened when I went to the factory. A foreman asked me for a raise, and I yelled at him, not very nicely. It escalated into a pushing and shoving, and he pushed me so hard I hit my head and fainted. I learned all this from Shuang'er.
We don't have children yet, for some reason, so now I'm all alone at home except for a nanny. I miss my wife and son more and more, but I wonder if they'd recognize me looking like this. They'd probably be shocked!
But I can't suppress my longing. Since my wife and I got married, we've never been apart for more than 24 hours. I'm so used to her being around; without her, I feel like something's missing. My wife, Shuang'er, is beautiful and doesn't shy away from me, often changing clothes, but being conservative by nature, I've never touched her, using the excuse of physical intimacy. I feel like that's betrayal.
I went out and looked at my home—a European-style villa nestled in a villa district with mountains and water. In this city, it must be incredibly expensive for me! This place is mine now, but I don't feel anything. Partly because I'm still a bit lost and don't feel a sense of belonging, and partly because I miss my beloved wife and son.
These past few days I've learned that this place is in the same city as my old one, thank goodness, I don't have to travel so far. Although we have a car at home, and I actually got my driver's license in college, I haven't driven because I didn't own a car before and my driving skills are too poor to drive on the road. So, I chose to take a taxi.
When I got in the taxi, I told the driver the name of my old neighborhood, but he didn't quite recognize it—maybe it was too small! I told him a more well-known place nearby, and then he understood.
The closer I got to home, the more nervous I became. I wondered if my wife would recognize me.
When we reached the vicinity of the neighborhood, I got out of the car and slowly walked to the gate. I hesitated, wondering whether to go in, how to go in, and what to say.
"Mrs. Cheng, why did you buy so many groceries today?" I saw Old Li, the security guard at the gatehouse, call out to me as he walked to the entrance. "Yes, my husband was injured these past few days, so I bought some groceries to help him recover." Hearing the voice behind me, I felt a surge of excitement. The voice was so familiar; it was my wife, Zhu'er, whom I had been longing for these past few days.
I quickly turned around and, sure enough, saw my beloved wife carrying several supermarket bags filled with groceries, walking towards the gate of the residential complex. She was wearing a simple white short-sleeved shirt and denim shorts, radiating youthful energy. Although she was a mother of a three-year-old, her fair skin and petite figure made it hard to believe she was married. If you didn't know her, you would definitely think she was a young woman in her early twenties.
I was thrilled and wanted to go up and greet her, but then I realized I didn't know what to say. Would she believe me if I said I was her husband, just a different person? So I lowered my outstretched hand and watched her walk into the neighborhood. Old Li noticed my strange behavior and asked, "Sir, is there anything I can help you with?" He really didn't recognize me. We used to be quite familiar, but now his eyes were full of unfamiliarity.
"No, I was just passing by." My wife was no longer in sight. I turned back, disoriented, and suddenly remembered what she had just said. I shuddered. These vegetables were for her husband to nourish his body. I was here; where did she get a husband? Could it be…? A possibility occurred to me: could my body have encountered the same situation as mine? I trembled with fear. If that were the case, what would become of Zhang Wei and me? Would we be considered dead or alive? I hadn't thought about these things a few days ago, but now, these questions were popping into my head. I frantically turned around, ran to the community's gatehouse, and quickly said, "I'm looking for someone, Building C, Room 305, I have an emergency." Old Li was startled, his eyes full of suspicion: "Who was that person who just went upstairs? Do you know her?" I knew what Old Li suspected, so I could only say, "Yes, she should be Zhu'er, her husband is called Chengcheng. I'm Chengcheng's friend, but I don't know his wife well. I've seen her picture, I'm not lying to you, I have an emergency with Chengcheng." I knew my story was full of holes, but I really couldn't think of anything else at the time, so
I just made it up. Old Li saw that my clothes were all designer brands, probably thinking I wasn't a bad person, and actually believed me. He just asked me to register my name, and I immediately wrote down Zhang Wei, and he let me in.
I quickly went inside, walked familiarly to the front door of my old home, took a deep breath, and no matter what I had to face, for my dear wife and child, I had to face it. I rang the doorbell. After a while, the door opened. Zhu'er opened the door. She saw me and asked curiously, "Who are you looking for?" Looking at her, I couldn't speak. I just felt a deep sadness in my heart. My dear wife actually asked me who I was looking for. My wife of five or six years didn't even recognize me.
Seeing that I was stunned and didn't answer, and perhaps because my expression wasn't good, Zhu'er was a little scared. She turned around and called out, "Honey, is someone looking for you?" I heard a man's voice from inside: "Who is it?" Then a head peeked out from next to my wife—a head that made me jump back in fright, even though I had already guessed it—my head! Yes, I saw myself standing in front of me!
I saw myself (I'm a little dizzy, let me think about how to phrase this) and I also jumped, but immediately dragged me inside, saying, "It's my friend, an old friend." As I walked from the door to the room, I saw my three-year-old son sitting there watching cartoons.
As soon as we entered the room, he locked the door, grabbed my shoulders, and excitedly said, "I am you, and you are me, right?" Although his words were incoherent, I still understood him. Yes, we had not only transferred our souls, but we had actually swapped souls. We stared at each other, not knowing what to say or what to do. After a moment of silence, I asked him,
"How did you know this?" He gave a bitter smile, "I saw a movie about this before, who knew it would actually happen to us." Another silence followed, then he looked up and asked me, "What should we do?" I looked at him; his eyes were filled with fear and helplessness. I knew he didn't dare to say it either. In this kind of situation, either people would call you crazy, or they would take you for research. Although his current body was my former one, the essence of a person is still their soul. So, in fact, we had swapped souls, but we couldn't switch back because our bodies hadn't been swapped. Fate was playing tricks on us.
Actually, after learning about Zhang Wei from Shuang'er, I looked down on him. From childhood to adulthood, he had never tried, was lazy and incompetent, so of course he didn't know what to do now. Although I was scared at first, I have now calmed myself down and know that I have to find a solution myself.
I asked him, "Are you feeling better now?" He touched his head and said, "I am. We'll switch back in a few days. Your family is so poor; I've lost out big time." I was speechless. Even a starved camel is bigger than a horse; no matter how much he squandered his wealth, it was still far greater than mine. But how could I justify switching wives? I could only say, "We definitely have to switch, but don't rush it; we have to take it slow." Although he wasn't ambitious, he wasn't stupid. Hearing me say that, he knew that switching back like that would be too shocking, so he could only nod. After a while, I suddenly thought of a problem, a very serious problem. My heart tightened, but I thought, maybe it wasn't just my imagination. I told myself, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, don't scare yourself. I calmed myself down and asked him, "Have you touched my wife?" I tried to remain calm, but my trembling voice betrayed me.
He heard my question, glanced at me, then immediately looked away, and looked up, saying, "Haven't you touched my wife?" A surge of anger welled up inside me. I lunged at him, grabbed him, and gritted my teeth, cursing, "You scum, how dare you..." I clenched my fists, wanting to punch him, but when I saw the person in front of me—it was me, this face that had been with me for over thirty years—looking at him so weakly, I couldn't bring myself to hit him.
He weakly said, "She took the initiative, how could I resist..." I was speechless. Fate was playing such a cruel joke on me. I closed my eyes, and the image of them embracing floated before me. I was speechless, because they looked exactly like the couple in the wedding photo by the bedside... I heard Zhu'er's voice outside: "Dinner's ready. What are you two doing?" I looked up at him, and saw that he was looking at me too.
We stepped out of the room and saw four dishes and a soup already laid out on the dining table. Zhu'er said to Zhang Wei (in spirit form), "Honey, why don't you invite your friends over for dinner? I'll feed our son." My first instinct was to respond, but seeing her gaze—she was looking directly at Zhang Wei—my heart ached. I knew I shouldn't blame her, but I couldn't help myself; tears welled up and streamed down my face.
I turned away, rushed to the front door, opened it, and ran out. Ignoring their reactions, I hurried down the stairs and out of the complex. Seeing Zhu'er looking so tenderly at someone else, how could I possibly eat? The painful thing was, I couldn't object.
I walked aimlessly down the street, not knowing where to go. I wandered for a long time until I felt hungry, which brought me back to my senses. I hailed a taxi and returned home. As I entered, the housekeeper asked if I had eaten. I shook my head. A moment later, a sumptuous meal was laid out before me. I thought to myself with a touch of self-deprecation, "At least I'm living the life of the wealthy."
In a daze, the sun set, and my current wife, Shuang'er, returned. She came into the room, saw me lying on the bed in a daze, sighed, and perhaps already used to it, said nothing. She put down her bag and started changing clothes in front of me. I glanced at her, then couldn't look away.
Shuang'er was wearing a short-sleeved white shirt and a black pencil skirt. She was now facing away from me, unbuttoning her shirt. Shuang'er's bust was so full that with each button unbuttoned, a piece of the shirt popped open. In the past few days, Shuang'er had never been guarded in front of me, but because I hadn't gotten over my own psychological barrier, I never dared to look openly. But now, perhaps because I had been lying in bed in a daze for too long, my reactions were slow, or perhaps for some other reason, but in any case, I couldn't take my eyes off her for a moment. The buttons on her shirt were all undone, and Shuang'er took off her shirt, leaving only a black bra covering her full breasts. She then unzipped her skirt, brought her legs together, and the skirt slowly fell down, revealing small black panties. The panties were tiny, barely covering half of her buttocks.
Shuang'er picked up the skirt and hung it up, then reached behind her and unhooked her bra. A pair of perfect breasts sprang out fiercely. My eyes lit up—what a pair of huge breasts! And although they were large, they were very firm, defying gravity. Two pink nipples stood up slightly upon contact with the air, particularly conspicuous in the center of her rounded breasts. Almost instantly, I became hard.
Shuang'er ignored my presence, picked up a loose loungewear dress, put it on, and walked out of the room. Although the whole process only lasted a minute or two, because it was the first time I had seriously looked at her, Shuang'er's perfect figure was still very tempting.
I glanced at my erection and almost wanted to pounce on her, but I still lacked the courage. Although it's said that men are animals who think with their lower bodies, for me, besides my wife Zhu'er, I have never had another woman. I had never been in a relationship before, even in college. Okay, I admit I'm a bit slow on the uptake, but Zhu'er is truly my only woman right now.
I still don't dare do anything to this sexy but still unfamiliar "wife." Thinking of Zhu'er brings another pang of pain. Zhu'er's figure isn't as voluptuous as Shuang'er's; her breasts are a little smaller. She was breastfed, but after weaning, Zhu'er massaged her breasts every night and often asked me to massage them for her, so even now, her breasts are still perky. And while Zhu'er's buttocks aren't as big as Shuang'er's, they're still very perky—that used to be my favorite spot. I used to often fall asleep holding her, one hand touching her buttocks.
Now, it's not me touching Zhu'er's buttocks anymore. Seeing Zhang Wei's reaction, I knew he had already slept with my wife. I was so angry I wanted to kill him, but seeing my own face, I couldn't bring myself to do it.
Fate is cruel; my wife was taken by someone else, and I couldn't do anything to stop it. Although I now live in a villa and have a sexy woman there, who is also my wife, to be honest, I can't say I've lost out. Thinking about this, I paused. My wife was sleeping with "someone else" now. What was the point of me being so obedient here? Would Zhu'er care? And Shuang'er probably wouldn't care either. I took a deep breath and finally made up my mind.
We had dinner. The nanny came every morning and left at night, so now it was just the two of us in the house. Now that I had made up my mind and let down my guard, I felt incredibly excited, as if I had returned to the first night I made love with Zhu'er. My heart was racing, and my face was burning.
I saw Shuang'er sitting on the sofa watching TV. I suppressed my excitement and slowly walked over, sat down beside her, and reached out to pull her close. Shuang'er glanced at me but didn't struggle, obediently leaning in. I lifted her chin and kissed her. Shuang'er didn't have time to react, only letting out a soft "hmm," before losing herself in my tongue. Our tongues intertwined, tasting each other's saliva.
We kissed for about ten minutes before slowly separating. Shuang'er opened her eyes and asked, "Is your injury healed?" I nodded and looked at her. She must have seen the intense desire in my eyes.
I kissed Shuang'er's lips again, and my hand slipped up from under her skirt to touch her full, perky breasts. They were so soft, I thought to myself. It took at least two hands to cup one of her breasts. As I kneaded them, her breasts changed shape under her skirt, and Shuang'er's breathing gradually became heavier. After
rubbing her breasts back and forth for a while, my hand slowly moved down, gliding over her stomach, past her lower abdomen, and through her panties, I placed my hand between her thighs. Shuang'er trembled slightly, her breathing becoming even heavier. Her tongue seemed to have forgotten to react; she simply parted her lips slightly, letting me do as I pleased.
The spot my fingers pressed against was soft and hot. I gently rubbed it, and after a while, my fingers felt wet. I squatted down, grabbed the edge of her panties with both hands, and slowly pulled them down. Shuang'er obediently raised her hips, allowing me to easily remove her panties. All I could see was darkness. Shuang'er's pubic hair was very thick, unlike Zhu'er's, which only had a small patch above her clitoris, but each had its own beauty.
I stood up, quickly stripped naked, and then pressed myself against her. I pulled Shuang'er's skirt over her head and kissed her breasts. I kneaded her breasts with both hands, sucking on her nipples, my hard penis sliding between her thighs. Shuang'er's eyes were glazed, her hands gripping the sofa, her mouth slightly open, making "mmmmm" sounds, her body twisting slightly.
I reached down with one hand, finding her crotch already wet. I couldn't resist any longer and touched Shuang'er's vulva, which was already soaking wet. I grasped my penis, aligned it with her opening, and thrust forward. With the lubrication of her vaginal fluid, it slid all the way in. Shuang'er couldn't help but let out a soft "ah."
I spread Shuang'er's legs apart to allow for deeper penetration. I pressed down on her thighs with both hands and began thrusting. I started very fast, almost savagely. Shuang'er writhed more violently with my intense thrusting, her moans growing louder, from "mmmmmmm" to "ahhh," until finally, like a cat in heat, screaming desperately.
Shuang'er's moans were far more frenzied than Zhu'er's. When Zhu'er and I made love, she always suppressed her cries, afraid to make a sound. Sometimes when I called her to moan, she would say she was embarrassed, only managing "mmmmmmm" at most. Shuang'er's frenzied cries stimulated me, and my movements became increasingly vigorous. I thrust in and out with wide, sweeping strokes, all the way in. Her hands kneaded her breasts forcefully.
After about seven or eight minutes, Shuang'er seemed to be suffocating; her eyes rolled back, her body convulsed, and I felt a surge of heat at the head of my penis, followed by a heat at the base of her thighs. Shuang'er had climaxed. Under such stimulation, I could no longer hold back. With a low growl, I thrust my hips forward and ejaculated deep into Shuang'er's fleshy hole, a feeling of unbridled pleasure I had never experienced before.
After a quick cleanup, I sat back on the sofa, and the two of us nestled together naked. I gently said to her, "Wife, starting tomorrow, I won't go out to work anymore. Let's run the factory together!" Upon hearing my words, Shuang'er turned to look at me in surprise. I saw her eyes gradually brighten, and her face radiant with a captivating glow. She hugged me tightly and whispered on my shoulder, "I've been waiting for you to say that for so many years..." This was a decision I had considered for a long time. Since fate had arranged things this way for me, I could only adapt to it. Although Shuang'er managed to establish herself at the garment factory, it felt like being forced into a difficult situation for a woman like her. She was struggling to keep going, and from our conversation a few days ago, I knew it was beyond her capabilities. As a man, since fate had placed me in this position, even though I lacked experience, I felt it was my duty to shoulder the responsibility.
After I shared this idea, Shuang'er was visibly delighted. We took a shower together, and she gently washed me thoroughly. After drying each other off, we lay down on the bed. Shuang'er nestled in my arms, happily talking about things at the factory. My hand rubbed her buttocks, which were larger than my ex-wife's, and as I listened to her whispers in my ear, I slowly began to feel aroused again. Shuang'er, being in my arms, naturally sensed this change. She gave me a flirtatious look, slowly lowered herself, and kissed my nipple. Soon, I felt myself enveloped by a very warm and moist place.
Shuang'er's tongue was incredibly agile and omnipresent; it left its mark on my glans, shaft, and even scrotum. In no time, my penis was rock hard, the purplish-red glans menacingly facing Shuang'er's face, but she wasn't afraid at all and swallowed it whole.
Shuang'er's oral sex skills were truly amazing; she could swallow my entire hard penis, something Zhu'er could never do. She would also have me lie on my stomach and lick my anus, her tongue even pushing in—this extraordinary stimulation was indescribably pleasurable.
I couldn't resist any longer and rolled over to mount her, but Shuang'er pressed me down with her hand, gently saying, "Lie down, let me do it." Then she sat on top of me. She lifted her hips, straightened my hard penis, aligned it with her own vagina, and then slowly sat down. It turned out that she was already very wet while she was servicing me; she was truly a superb woman.
After she swallowed my entire penis, she began to sway against me, her large breasts bobbing up and down, her alluring almond-shaped eyes becoming hazy, and she began to moan again. At that moment, I had completely forgotten about my former wife and children; I felt that with such a woman, what more could a husband ask for?
As she swayed, my hands squeezed her breasts, which swayed with her movements, and I felt so comfortable that I lost all sense of direction. After five or six minutes, Shuang'er climbed off me and lay down beside me, her buttocks raised and swaying slowly. Seeing her obvious invitation, I immediately got up and knelt behind her, ready to thrust inside.
Shuang'er reached back and grasped my penis, pointing the glans at her anus.
I was stunned. What did she mean? Did she want me to penetrate her? Although I knew what anal sex was, I had never tried it before, and I was afraid of hurting Zhu'er.
Seeing me in a daze, Shuang'er turned around and smiled, "What's wrong? Isn't this your favorite?" I knew then; Zhang Wei had already "exploited" Shuang'er's anus a long time ago. Now that the arrow was on the bowstring, how could I not release it? I smeared her vaginal fluid on her anus and slowly inserted it.
Shuang'er's back was already quite well-developed. Although my penis felt tight, it went in smoothly all the way in. I calmed myself and began to slowly thrust in and out. Although her anus wasn't as wet as her vagina, it had a different kind of stimulation. The surrounding flesh tightly protected my penis, and each thrust required a little effort.
As I thrust in and out of Shuang'er's anus, Shuang'er rubbed her vagina with one hand. Before long, she climaxed again. Although I had already ejaculated once, under such fresh and intense stimulation, I felt myself reaching my peak. I turned her over so she was lying face up, lifted her legs and pressed them against my waist. I inserted my penis into her anus again, then rubbed her clitoris with my hand, and began to thrust violently.
Under my double stimulation, Shuang'er quickly reached her third climax of the night, and I ejaculated for the second time, this time inside Shuang'er's anus. Watching Shuang'er fall into a deep sleep beside me, I secretly made a resolution: I must try my best to adapt to this new role, and I must also support two families. Zhu'er, wait for me… From the next day onwards, with Shuang'er's help, I began to study diligently, learning how to manage and handle many business dealings. I try my best not to think about my previous family. I know I had some savings before, and as long as I don't waste them too much, I can live on them for a long time. Relying on Zhang Wei, I estimate, is useless.
These days, I am busy and fulfilled. During the day, I can barely handle the role of a new boss; at night, I try to avoid going out for social events as much as possible, because Shuang'er's body is too attractive to me. I spent almost every night exploring Shuang'er's three holes, but sometimes Shuang'er's gaze towards me seemed strange—a mixture of relief, longing, and resentment, a complex mix I couldn't quite decipher. I could only think: hadn't I been rough enough?
About half a month later, I was sitting in my boss's office when my phone rang. I answered, and Zhang Wei's voice came through, direct and blunt: "Out of money? Bring some." I was startled and instinctively asked, "How do you know my phone number?" He was also taken aback, but quickly replied, "How could I not know my own number?" I laughed self-deprecatingly. I was truly bewildered; we were practically indistinguishable now.
I asked him, "What do you do now? How come you're so poor?" His voice softened slightly, "What could I do? I quit your job a long time ago. I'm just staying home now!" Honestly, I couldn't bring myself to be angry. Asking him to make money was simply unrealistic.
I asked him again, "What about Zhu'er?" Zhang Wei said, "Zhu'er is looking for work now." Hearing this, my heart ached again. My Zhu'er has truly suffered, having such a husband.
To be honest, I know that my current assets actually belong to Zhang Wei. But I don't want to return them to him. Firstly, I don't know how, and secondly, even if we regain our status, Zhang Wei can't support this family.
Although with Shuang'er's efforts, it's impossible for them to squander everything at once, their fortunes will inevitably decline sooner or later. It's better for me to support them for him; at worst, I'll support two families.
I know my thoughts are a bit selfish or unethical, but so what? Who can tell me a better way?
Besides, "Every man for himself." This isn't my saying; it's an ancient proverb.
Seeing that I didn't speak, Zhang Wei probably got a little anxious and said, "Boss, don't go too far! Otherwise, I'll tell you everything, and then we'll see what you do." I sneered and said, "Fine, go ahead and tell me. Let's see who believes you. They can't even find anything wrong with the DNA test." "Now, I know pretty much everything about your past. Even if Shuang'er is half-believing, half-doubting, you're such a bastard, what do you think Shuang'er will choose? As for Zhu'er, I don't acknowledge it, what can you do about it?" Zhang Wei, hearing what I said, didn't know how to refute me. After a moment of silence, he actually said, "Okay, I admit I can't do anything to you right now, but you should know that your wife and son are in my hands. If I'm not happy, will they have a good life?" Upon hearing this, I immediately flew into a rage and retorted, "Your wife is in my hands too." Zhang Wei chuckled and said, "Go home first. In the bottom drawer of your bedside table, there's a USB drive. Take it out and take a look, then we'll talk. One last thing, your wife has a lot of potential!" He hung up after saying that. I was stunned, not knowing what he meant.
After he said that, I couldn't sit still anymore. Shuang'er left the workshop, and I called her to say I had something to do and had to go out for a bit. Then I drove home. When I got home, I ran to my room, found the USB drive as Zhang Wei had said, turned on the computer, and plugged it in. The video was filmed in this room. In the video, I only saw a naked woman, her buttocks facing me, kneeling at the doorway. Her buttocks looked quite large. The door was ajar.
After a while, the door opened, and I saw myself walk in. I was startled, but quickly realized it was Zhang Wei. Zhang Wei entered the room, saw the woman, nodded in satisfaction, then bent down, picked up a rope from the floor, and walked into the room. The woman was pulled around and crawled along with Zhang Wei. I saw clearly that the other end of the rope was connected to a collar around the woman's neck, and the woman was Shuang'er.
I saw Zhang Wei leading Shuang'er around the room a few times, like walking a dog, before sitting down on the edge of the bed. Shuang'er immediately crawled over and tried to unzip Zhang Wei's pants, but Zhang Wei kicked her, making her sit on the floor. He seemed angry and said, "Who told you to do this on your own? Did I give you permission?" Shuang'er wasn't angry at all; instead, she quickly knelt down, bowed her head, and said, "I'm sorry! Master, I know I was wrong. May I lick Master's penis?" I was stunned by their behavior. Master, slave—was this the legendary SM? The problem was, I remembered what Zhang Wei had said at the end: he said Zhu'er also had potential. The video of "What Potential?"
continued. I heard Zhang Wei say, "Since you made a mistake, you have to accept the punishment. You know what to do, right?" Shuang'er obediently got up, lay on Zhang Wei's lap, and whispered, "Please punish me, Master." Zhang Wei chuckled and swung his hand, slapping Shuang'er's plump, white buttocks with a "smack." Shuang'er couldn't help but let out a soft "Ah!" but she didn't move, letting Zhang Wei slap her buttocks again and again. As
I watched the video, a surge of heat seemed to rise to my head, and then I felt a "boom" as a thought I had never imagined before took root in my mind. My penis had never been harder than ever before, and the excitement in my heart made my whole body tremble. I had only one thought: I want to be those hands, I want to be those hands.
I immediately shut down the computer, unplugged the USB drive, put it back in its place, picked up my phone, and dialed my old number. Zhang Wei's chuckle rang out: "How was it? Exciting, right?" I interrupted him abruptly, saying, "Let's talk in person. I'll book a room and call you later." I rushed out, drove to a hotel near my old neighborhood, booked a room, and then called him. A while later, Zhang Wei arrived. He sat down opposite me and said casually, "So, do
you have any money?" I pulled out a stack of ten thousand yuan I had prepared, threw it at him, and said, "What's going on?" Zhang Wei put the money away and said, "Actually, Shuang'er is a masochist. She was trained very well before me. I bought her from a master masochist for a lot of money, but I'm incompetent. My company is about to go bankrupt, and I have no choice but to let Shuang'er hold on. This makes me feel like I have no dignity in front of her. Although she still obeys me completely, I'm embarrassed and don't have the confidence to humiliate her anymore, so I haven't played with her for a long time.
But now I'm staying at your..." "It seems you were wasting your time at home. Zhu'er has quite a lot of potential!" Hearing Zhang Wei's words, and thinking of my beloved wife being insulted by someone I looked down upon, I stood up angrily and slapped him, yelling, "You scum! You think you're so great because you're in front of Zhu'er? What right do you have to insult her?" Zhang Wei, after being slapped, didn't dare retaliate, only covering his face and muttering, "Her subservience is no less than Shuang'er's. It would be a waste not to train her." I was puzzled by Zhang Wei's reaction. What kind of man was he? So cowardly himself, yet he liked to train women—truly a freak. Suddenly, an idea occurred to me. I didn't know if it was feasible, but I wanted to try it.
I said to Zhang Wei, "I can give you money, and I can let you train Zhu'er, but I want to be your master. You must obey me completely." I emphasized the last four words; I knew he understood.
He looked at me, his face showing difficulty, perhaps unable to accept it. Seeing this, I slowly and deliberately said, "You don't have to accept it, but I won't give you any more money. If Zhu'er goes out to work, I'll find a way to bring her back to me. Although I haven't thought of a way right now, I have money, and I'm sure I'll find a way, right?" Zhang Wei's face changed upon hearing my words. He knew his limitations and that he didn't have a good solution, so he began to waver. Looking at Zhang Wei's expression, I added, "I'll support you for the rest of your life." Finally, Zhang Wei succumbed to my relentless pressure. A lazy, good-for-nothing person like him was already feeling lost and helpless in this situation, and perhaps deep down he was intersex, both a sadist and a masochist. Seeing Zhang Wei nod in humiliation, I felt a surge of satisfaction. The pain I felt a few days ago because he and my wife Zhu'er had sex lessened somewhat.
I took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Since you've agreed, you should know how to greet me, right?" I knew that at this point, before he had a clear idea, I had to settle things, so I pressed on while the iron was hot.
Zhang Wei lowered his head, his expression clearly showing struggle and uncertainty, but in the end, he knelt down in humiliation, trembling as he called out, "Master." For the first time, I didn't want to continue pressuring him, so I just let him kneel there. We discussed some details, mostly me giving him instructions, but he was an expert in this area, so I needed his reminders on many things. Our final agreement was: Zhu'er had the potential to be a sex slave, and Zhang Wei would be responsible for training her. Zhang Wei could be Zhu'er's master, but when I was present, I was Zhang Wei's master.
I was very satisfied with the final result. With this method, I could have Zhu'er again, a Zhu'er different from before. Although I still loved her, the thought of Zhu'er kneeling before me excited me.
From now on, I will love her in a different way. Since Zhang Wei said Zhu'er has potential in this area, then Zhu'er should be happy in it.
The thought that I will be the master of three people from now on fills me with unparalleled excitement. From now on, my life will be very exciting. As for the physical contact between Zhang Wei and Zhu'er, I no longer care much, because in my heart, Zhang Wei is just a tool. Who would be jealous of a tool?
It was already afternoon when I got home, and I rested for a while. Before long, Shuang'er also came back. We ate dinner together, and the housekeeper finished cleaning and went home.
I sat on the bed early. Shuang'er came in after a while. She glanced at me and then wanted to go into the bathroom to take a shower. I shouted at Shuang'er, "Stop!" Shuang'er paused and looked at me strangely. I raised my voice and said, "Kneel down!" Shuang'er visibly trembled when she heard my shout. She turned to look at me, her eyes gradually brightening, and then she simply knelt down in front of me with a "thump."
Seeing Shuang'er's obedience, I felt a surge of heat. I asked her, "Why didn't you greet me like this the other day?" Shuang'er lowered her head and said, "I thought my husband had injured his head and forgotten what happened before, and didn't like me anymore!" Upon hearing this, I sneered, "Husband, have you forgotten your place?" Shuang'er lowered her head again and quickly said, "I'm sorry! Master, this servant knows her mistake, please punish me." Hearing Shuang'er's answer, I smiled inwardly. Well-trained is different; I don't even have to put in any effort.
I said, "Since you know your mistake, you should know what to do." Shuang'er stood up shakily, knelt on my lap, pulled her skirt up to her waist, and then pulled her panties down below her knees. Then she said obediently, "Please...please punish me, Master." Shuang'er lay there, her hair covering her face, so I couldn't see her expression, but the scene before me made me forget everything else. Looking at her white buttocks lying on my lap, I subconsciously raised my hand and slapped her. With a "smack," Shuang'er's buttocks trembled under my slap, and she let out a soft "ah," but remained lying there motionless.
My heart was burning, and my head was also hot. My hand involuntarily continued to slap Shuang'er's buttocks. I don't know how long I slapped her, until Shuang'er's "ah ah" cries turned into soft sobs. Only then did I come to my senses. When I looked closely, I saw that Shuang'er's buttocks were red and swollen from my slaps. Seeing her buttocks like red steamed buns, I felt both excited and a little guilty. My hand changed from slapping to touching, but as soon as I touched Shuang'er's red and swollen buttocks, Shuang'er's sobs immediately stopped and quickly turned into moans.
I touched Shuang'er's buttock cleft and felt that it was very wet. I peeked and saw that Shuang'er's buttock cleft and thighs were soaked, and her vaginal fluid was flowing down her thighs. Shuang'er was surprisingly excited by my slapping. I laughed and scolded, "You little slut, you really deserve a beating, and the more I hit you, the more horny you get." As I spoke, I brushed Shuang'er's hair aside. I saw her face was flushed, radiating lust, and the tear tracks on her cheeks only fueled my desire. I turned her around, lifted her head, and kissed her. Shuang'er's eyes were glazed, her tongue darting out under my assault, letting me do as I pleased. After kissing her
for a while, I positioned her on all fours, pulled out my hard penis, and thrust it into her overflowing, wet vagina… Shuang'er was especially wanton today, experiencing multiple orgasms. The more vulgar and humiliating my insults, the more excited she became. I don't know how many orgasms she had, but by the time I was inside her anus, she was in a semi-conscious state. After ejaculating for the third time tonight, I held Shuang'er's body and fell into a deep sleep… Now that I had awakened my sadistic tendencies, I wasn't going to waste them. Now, business at the factory is gradually getting back on track, and Shuang'er no longer focuses on it. She comes to the factory every day just for my amusement. My office has become my dog-walking spot; no one dares to come in without my permission, so I can do whatever I want. Shuang'er is now dressed far less often than she's naked. She often spends the whole day naked in the office, often tied up. Sometimes I'll put the naked Shuang'er under my desk and call people in to discuss work. At this time, Shuang'er doesn't dare move under the desk. I even deliberately step on her, and she doesn't dare make a sound. Often, after the others leave, her genitals are soaking wet.
My favorite thing to do is call in lunch, make the naked Shuang'er kneel in front of me and suck my penis, then put several still-hot plates on her back. I eat while slowly thrusting into her mouth. Shuang'er's food is often mixed with my semen, but she eats it with relish.
Shuang'er obeyed my every request, but amidst my excitement, I always felt something was missing. What was missing? I thought about it for a long time before I realized it was because Shuang'er had been over-trained. Under her master's demands, she had lost all sense of shame. Perhaps, the most pleasurable thing was the process of training.
Every few days, I would call Zhang Wei out to a hotel room, where I would strip him naked. I wasn't actually very interested in men, but to better control him, I would force him to lick my penis, not for lust, but just to humiliate him more thoroughly. Sometimes, I would make him wash his own buttocks clean, then make him lie there, and I would penetrate his anus while making him sing, "Chrysanthemum withered, buttocks injured..." My wife, Zhu'er, was an absolute gem, wanton yet shy, with excellent submissiveness, yet still maintaining a sense of shame.
I couldn't wait to have Zhu'er, so I asked Zhang Wei to put our son in a prestigious full-time daycare. That day, while Zhu'er was out buying groceries, I went back to our old house. Before she returned, I hid in my room, cracked the door open, and peeked out. I saw Zhu'er carrying a small shopping basket as she walked in. I noticed her face was flushed, whether from walking or something else, and she looked incredibly cute. She was wearing a cream-colored short-sleeved shirt and a very short skirt, barely seven or eight centimeters below her buttocks, revealing her long, white, and straight legs—youthful and sexy. Looking at that familiar face, my heart filled with love.
After Zhu'er entered, she closed the door behind her and was about to go into the kitchen when Zhang Wei shouted, "Stop! Let me see if you've been obedient. Lift your skirt." Zhang Wei was obsequious to me, but in front of Zhu'er, he became a completely different person, his voice carrying an unyielding tone.
Upon hearing Zhang Wei's words, Zhu'er blushed even more, saying, "You're making me do something so embarrassing! I'm even afraid to bend over when I'm buying groceries." But she obediently stopped, put down her basket, and pulled up the hem of her miniskirt.
My eyes immediately lit up. When Zhu'er lifted the hem of her skirt, her lower body was completely bare. Not only was she not wearing underwear, but even her sparse pubic hair was gone, making her look both sexy and clean. Zhang Wei actually made Zhu'er go out to buy groceries wearing a miniskirt with her lower body completely exposed! And Zhu'er agreed? Wasn't she afraid of being exposed?
Seeing Zhu'er standing there obediently, Zhang Wei nodded in satisfaction, walked up to her, and reached between her legs, groping her. Although I knew they were together every day, and Zhang Wei must have done this to Zhu'er many times, seeing him touch her in front of me still made me furious. But I still tried my best to suppress my anger, keeping my eyes fixed on them.
Zhang Wei touched between Zhu'er's legs, then raised his hand. I saw that Zhang Wei's hand was shiny. I heard Zhang Wei chuckle and hold his hand up to Zhu'er's face, saying, "Little slut, what's with the shyness?
I think you're just hoping someone will see your cunt. What's this 'hehe,' getting excited about others seeing your cunt?" Zhu'er blushed even more upon hearing Zhang Wei's words. She lowered her skirt, not daring to look at Zhang Wei's hand, and shook her head, saying, "What? You've really gone too far. How can you say that about your own wife? I would never like others to see me like that. I was terrified just now. It was just..." She hesitated for a long time, unable to finish her sentence. Seeing my beloved wife's shy appearance under Zhang Wei's humiliation, my heart ached terribly, but a strange pleasure still kept me standing motionless in the room.
Seeing Zhu'er lower her skirt, Zhang Wei's face darkened, and he cursed, "Who told you to lower it? Did I agree to let you lower it?" Zhu'er, hearing this, was on the verge of tears, but dared not resist. She pulled her skirt up again, exposing her lower body, standing there motionless, apologizing, "I'm sorry!" Zhang Wei, of course, wouldn't let Zhu'er off the hook. He said, "If you've made a mistake, saying sorry is enough. Kneel down!" Hearing Zhang Wei's words, Zhu'er finally couldn't hold back her tears, but slowly bent over and knelt down.
Zhang Wei bent down and pulled off Zhu'er's skirt, making her kneel. Then he took a stalk of celery from the basket, bent down, and inserted the stalk into Zhu'er's anus. After inserting it, he commanded, "Crawl around the living room a few times." Zhu'er's tears fell to the ground, but she dared not resist, and slowly crawled around the living room.
I watched with a mixture of heartache and excitement, but I had to admit that letting Zhang Wei discipline Zhu'er was the right thing to do. Firstly, Zhang Wei had more methods than I did, and secondly, I might not have been willing to do it myself.
Pearl crawled slowly on the ground, the celery inserted into her anus swaying with her movements. Zhang Wei followed behind her and said, "Don't you think you look like a little bitch?" Pearl shook her head when she heard this, but she kept crawling forward.
Zhang Wei's voice grew louder: "Speak up! You're a slutty little bitch, are you going to talk or not?" He pulled out a whip from somewhere and lashed it across Zhu'er's small, shapely buttocks with a "crack!" A red welt appeared on her backside.
Zhu'er couldn't help but cry out in pain, crawling a few steps quickly. Under Zhang Wei's lewd power, she finally submitted. Zhu'er's face flushed red, and she said in a low voice, "I'm a little bitch..." Upon hearing this, Zhang Wei lashed her again, saying, "Louder, I can't hear you." After uttering the first sound, the rest was easier to say. Tears streamed down Zhu'er's face, but her voice grew louder: "I'm a little bitch, I'm a slutty little bitch." Zhang Wei chuckled and continued, "Since you're a little bitch, then let me hear you bark a few times." Zhu'er, so humiliated, felt her mind go blank, shaking her head like a rattle-drum. Then, another "smack!" A sharp pain shot through her buttocks, and Pearl could only crawl forward, barking, "Woof!
Woof! Woof!" Seeing Pearl so humiliated, I still felt heartache, but an overwhelming pleasure had taken over. In my eyes, Pearl had truly become a slutty bitch, deserving of such brutal humiliation.
My eyes were fixed on Pearl. Suddenly, I noticed the ground where Pearl had crawled was a little wet. Looking closer, I realized that as Pearl crawled through the immense humiliation, she was leaking vaginal fluid. Zhang Wei whipped her a few more times, until she couldn't hold back her urination, but she dared not stop, crawling while urinating, making the entire living room wet.
Zhang Wei was getting tired of following behind. He sat down on the sofa and said to Pearl, "Little bitch, crawl over here and lick your favorite sausage." Upon hearing this, Pearl immediately crawled over, took out Zhang Wei's penis, and began licking it. During the training, Zhang Wei's penis had long been hard, and under Zhu'er's sucking and licking, the purplish-red glans looked even more menacing.
I couldn't resist any longer, so I walked out of the room, gave Zhang Wei a look, and then went behind Zhu'er.
Zhu'er heard the sound behind her and was terrified. She tried to stand up, but Zhang Wei held her down firmly. Zhu'er struggled incessantly, so I squatted down behind her. Seeing her struggling, I pressed one hand against her buttocks and used the other to slap her already welt-covered bottom hard.
I didn't say anything, just kept slapping Zhu'er's shapely bottom. Zhu'er stopped licking Zhang Wei's penis, but her head was firmly pressed into his chest. Zhu'er cried and struggled, but she was helpless against the two of us men. As
I slapped her bottom, my eyes were fixed on Zhu'er's bare genitals. I saw that although Zhu'er was crying out in pain, her vaginal fluids were constantly flowing out. "She really is a slut," I thought to myself with a smirk. I pulled down my pants, told Zhang Wei to hold Zhu'er still, and thrust my long-erect penis into her wet opening.
Zhu'er let out a long cry. She knew she had been penetrated by a man other than her husband, and in her husband's arms no less. She felt both ashamed and humiliated. But the pleasure in her body couldn't lie. She was already very excited from Zhang Wei's humiliation, and now a penis was standing right in front of her, and another one was thrusting into her from behind. The strange experience drove Zhu'er to climax amidst her shame. I had only been thrusting for three or four minutes when I felt Zhu'er's body tremble. I knew she was about to climax. I knew her body's reactions too well, so I increased the speed of my thrusts. At first, Zhu'er suppressed her moans, but as the pleasure intensified, her groans grew louder. Finally, with a scream, Zhu'er reached her climax. My thighs were soaked with her gushing fluids.
After reaching her climax, Zhu'er lay weakly in Zhang Wei's arms, letting me penetrate her without resistance. I slowed down my thrusting. I noticed that the celery inside Zhu'er's anus had wilted from my impact, so I pulled it out. I saw that Zhu'er's anus was different from before. Before, it was tightly closed, but now it was noticeably looser.
I pointed to Zhu'er's anus and looked at Zhang Wei. Zhang Wei nodded. I cursed inwardly; Zhang Wei had stolen my wife's virginity. But now wasn't the time to argue. I pulled out my penis, told Zhang Wei to lie down on the floor, and then told him to lift Zhu'er onto him. Zhu'er was limp and let us do as we pleased.
I told Zhang Wei to straighten his penis, then lifted Zhu'er's buttocks and slowly lowered her to his penis, allowing it to slide in completely. Zhang Wei thrust upwards, and Zhu'er began to moan softly again.
I spread my legs, standing outside Zhang Wei's legs, and smeared some of their vaginal fluid on Zhu'er's anus. Zhu'er seemed to realize something and started struggling again, repeatedly saying,
"No, no!" I wasn't about to let her have her way. I firmly held Zhu'er's buttocks in place, positioned my penis against her anus, aimed, and with a forceful thrust, the head of my penis went in. Zhu'er couldn't help but scream "Ah!" as she struggled, but it was futile against our combined efforts.
I slowly pushed in, clearly feeling a hard rod slowly moving through her skin. Soon, I reached the hilt, and Zhu'er was firmly held between us by our two rods. Zhang Wei and I rhythmically thrust into Zhu'er, one in front and one behind. Zhu'er moaned continuously amidst unprecedented shame and stimulation, experiencing two orgasms within ten minutes. During her second orgasm, her whole body convulsed, her lower body contracting, making my thrusting extremely difficult. As she contracted, I couldn't help but ejaculate inside Zhu'er's anus.
Exhausted from our ministrations, Zhu'er lay sprawled on Zhang Wei like a noodle, letting him thrust rapidly into her from below. I glanced at them, went into the bathroom, took a shower, and came out to find Zhang Wei, who had also likely ejaculated, sitting naked on the sofa. Zhu'er, however, was nestled in his arms, sobbing softly. Perhaps it was her first time experiencing something like this, and she wasn't quite accepting it yet.
Seeing this scene, I felt a pang of heartache and guilt, but to ensure I could have Zhu'er in the future, I had to harden my heart.
I walked up to them, stopped, and coldly said, "What's wrong? Why didn't you react when you saw me?
Kneel down!" Hearing my shout, Zhu'er stopped crying, turned around, looked at me in surprise, then turned to Zhang Wei, perhaps pleading for his help. But something unbelievable happened: Zhang Wei, at my shout, put Zhu'er down and knelt before me.
Pearl's mouth gaped open, unable to believe her eyes, staring at Zhang Wei in astonishment. Seeing that Pearl still wouldn't kneel, I turned around, picked up the whip, and lashed it heavily in the air. The whip cracked with a "snap," and Pearl trembled, glancing at me fearfully before obediently kneeling down beside Zhang Wei.
I said to the two of them, "From now on, I am your master, and you are my slaves, understand?" Zhang Wei had long been trained to be very obedient, and although he might have felt a little embarrassed in front of Pearl, he still obediently answered. Although Pearl's submissive nature had also been cultivated by Zhang Wei, she was still quite resistant in front of someone she didn't know well. However, under the combined pressure from Zhang Wei and me, she finally reluctantly agreed. And after the two of them called me "master" for the first time, the subsequent training became very easy.
Looking at the two people kneeling before me, I couldn't help but sigh deeply amidst the immense pleasure: "My own wife, yet I have to resort to such methods to regain her."

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