[Wife Incest] Wife vs. SM Dominator

My wife, Yang Yuwei, and I, as criminal investigators, sat behind the interrogation table. Opposite us was the notorious SM dominatrix, Xiao Jing, nicknamed "Forbidden Vine," meaning a vine of confinement.

He abducted young girls, trafficked married women, imprisoned and abused various women—his crimes were countless, enough to condemn him to a life in prison.

Even more infuriating was that my wife's and my best friend, Lin Xinyu, while undercover working for Xiao Jing, was hypnotized and turned into a slave by him, later auctioned off at an underground slave club.

For the past year, my wife and I had been dedicated to bringing this demonic man to justice.

Wife: "Xiao Jing, do you plead guilty?" Xiao Jing: "Plead guilty? What crime have I committed?" Xiao Jing's nonchalant attitude infuriated my wife and me.

Xiao Jing believed that his crimes were merely fulfilling the desires of many women. He said these women were born sex slaves, animals willingly driven by lust. He was training these women to awaken their true nature, to restore their authentic selves, like removing their masks, allowing them to happily see their true faces. His

wife slammed her hand on the table, saying, "Nonsense!" At that moment, there was a knock on the door behind them. My colleague and Xiao Jing's lawyer entered. The lawyer walked to Xiao Jing's side and whispered something to him. Xiao Jing smiled slightly and said, "Officer Wang, Officer Yang, may I leave now?" "What…" My colleague told us that the evidence was insufficient and Xiao Jing had to leave.

My wife exclaimed excitedly, "How can there be insufficient evidence! Isn't Lin Xinyu, whom we rescued from Japan, our witness?" Her colleague said, "Lin Xinyu said she was just traveling in Japan, and Xiao Jing is a good friend of hers." "How can she say that? She was clearly...!" Her colleague continued, "Lin Xinyu said it's her private life, and no one else has the right to interfere." Xiao Jing laughed loudly, a laugh that was both grating and utterly repulsive.

The next day, the bureau chief found my wife and me, telling us that Xiao Jing's case would be temporarily put on hold.

My wife and I didn't know what had happened, so we asked the bureau chief. He shook his head and sighed, only saying it was the order from above, and he couldn't do anything about it.

Back in her office, my wife was furious. She angrily tore down Xiao Jing's photo from the blackboard and ripped it to shreds.

I instructed my colleagues to seal up all information about Xiao Jing and comforted my wife, saying, "We'll settle accounts with Xiao Jing sooner or later." My wife told me she wanted to talk to Xin Yu again; if Xiao Jing was threatening her, she would definitely stand up for Xin Yu. But I advised her against it. Xin Yu's refusal to testify must have its own unspeakable reasons. Being trained as a sex slave is, after all, extremely shameful, and if it gets out, it will undoubtedly have a huge impact on her future. I think that for Lin Xin Yu, perhaps forgetting this past is the best thing she can do.

This weekend, I told my wife not to think about Xiao Jing anymore, to temporarily forget that bastard, forget all the unhappiness, and have some fun.

I arranged everything, and then, with my wife's half-hearted resistance, I went with her to the hotel we had arranged to meet our group of friends.

This is my wife's secret, hidden behind our identities as criminal investigators, our most private life.

I'm a man with a cuckold fetish. I don't dislike other men having wicked thoughts about my wife; on the contrary, I enjoy the lustful and hungry expressions on their faces when they see her. I especially enjoy seeing her in her police uniform, acting like a bitch, letting others take turns playing with her—a wanton and intoxicated state.

In the hotel bed

, several friends from our online group had already eagerly surrounded my wife.

These friends were people I met online, and after getting to know each other for a while, we finally met in person.

At first, we were a little awkward, but after a few experienced group members who had been with other men's wives, my wife and I quickly overcame our reservations and became as familiar with them as we were chatting online. Then, step by step, we pushed Yuwei onto the bed.

My wife was wearing her police uniform, but at that moment, the skirt of her uniform had been lifted up to her waist by the group members, revealing her smooth, round, and tender buttocks, which were being caressed by several men in turn. Only half of the buttons on her uniform were fastened, and her large, white breasts were pulled out of the open neckline, bouncing and exposed to everyone's view, her erect nipples being sucked by the men in front of her in turn.

When the group members first learned that my wife and I were police officers, they couldn't believe it, but I told them that police officers are also human, with emotions and desires, children and grandchildren, so it's nothing special.

Later, after spending more time with my wife and me, the group members suggested that my wife wear her police uniform while they were having sex with her, saying that it would be very exciting.

My wife initially disagreed, feeling it wasn't right, but after I persuaded her and she tried it once, her opinion changed. She said that when she was being gang-raped while wearing her police uniform, it felt like being raped, and her self-esteem was being trampled on, making her feel incredibly depraved. However, this depravity made it particularly easy for her to reach orgasm, and the orgasms were extremely intense.

"Do me... I want you all..." "You slutty bitch in a police uniform." My wife gasped, "I... I'm not..." "Still saying you're not, look at you now!" Experienced members of the group used language to provoke my wife, stirring up her inner self-esteem and trampling on it forcefully. They questioned my wife while forcefully pulling her nipples, squeezing her breasts, spreading her labia with their fingers, and then digging into her already overflowing cunt, smearing the flowing fluid on her anus to facilitate the subsequent insertion of their fingers.

The two holes on my wife's body, which originally belonged only to me, were now being freely entered and defiled by other men, and I was still excited beyond measure.

One of the group members took out a pre-prepared collar from his bag and put it around his wife's neck. Then he took out a police badge, the kind used for police dogs, intending to pin it to his wife's police uniform.

His wife said, "Don't pin it on my uniform." The man paused, then we heard her say, "Don't... don't pin it on my nipple." We were all stunned when we heard her say this, then we were both excited and surprised by her boldness and lewdness.

His wife said, "Punish me, punish this useless cop." Hearing her words, I knew she couldn't let go of Xiao Jing's case. But thinking about it, who could easily let go? I hadn't slept well for days, all because of that bastard Xiao Jing.

But at this moment, I couldn't comfort my wife about the case. So be it, let the group members do it, let my wife vent.

I nodded to the group member who was hesitant to use the badge, letting them go ahead and do it.

One member of the group grabbed my wife's left nipple and stretched it outwards as much as possible. Several other members, as if afraid that Yuwei would struggle, tied her hands behind her back and held them firmly in place. Then, a member of the group took the needle of a police badge pin, aimed it at my wife's nipple, and forcefully stabbed it in.

My wife let out a "woof," her brows furrowed, and her body arched backward in pain. But then, she trembled and straightened her chest again. The police badge pierced through her nipple flashed under the light. The expression on her face seemed to be one of relief from the punishment, but also one of feeling degraded because of it.

One of the group members tried to make lewd remarks about my wife, but all I saw was my wife sticking out her tongue and barking twice like a dog, then saying with a look of debauchery, "Give me your cocks, this bitch wants your big cocks." The group members took turns pulling down their pants, and it was clear that they had been eager to have sex with my wife for a long time, and now they could finally stir-fry my wife's tender pussy.

Three men from the group worked together. One lay down beneath the wife, letting her sit on him, her vagina enveloping his thick, long penis. Another man made her bend over, her light brown, plump anus already wet and sticky, just like her vagina, allowing the man behind her to easily thrust all the way in. The last man stood in front of the wife, his penis twitching as it slid across her red lips. Yuwei opened her mouth, like a hungry bitch, and took a bite of the large sausage in front of her… The clean sheets were quickly soaked with the vaginal fluids she gushed out during her orgasm and the urine she lost control of during her climax, until they looked as if she had been scooped out of water.

The men stripped the wife of her police uniform, leaving her naked and covered in sweat, like a piece of soft dough smeared with oil. She was sandwiched between the three men, being played with in various positions.

My wife moaned and cried out with abandon. In that moment, she seemed to have finally forgotten everything, casting aside all her unhappiness. Her mind was now completely consumed by her cunt and anus. Yuwei was utterly immersed in lust, like a sow only thinking of being fed.

As for me, I was overwhelmed by the hot, pungent smell emanating from my wife as she ravaged the man, stunned by her wanton appearance and the scene of the men wantonly playing with her. My pants were down to my knees, and I was rapidly stroking my penis with one hand. My face was almost touching my wife's crotch as two large penises were thrusting into her simultaneously. I could almost taste the fluids that had splattered from her body during intercourse.

So good, so incredibly good!

Just as we were enjoying ourselves, the doorbell rang.

One of the group members said, "He's my buddy." I said, "Why didn't you tell me beforehand?" He leered, "I thought this would be a surprise for you guys." His words appealed to me. Having a complete stranger join in definitely gave me more of a cuckold's thrill, making me feel like my wife was a prostitute on the street, someone I could let any stranger fuck her. The group member opened the door and let his friend in. When I saw that person, I felt like I had fallen into an ice cave.

Xiao Jing! How could it be him!

When Xiao Jing saw me, he was also stunned, but then when he saw my wife on the bed having sex with two men, an uncontrollable evil smile appeared on his face.

When Xiao Jing came in, my wife was still having sex with the two group members. Her eyes were closed, and her expression was a mixture of enjoyment and satisfaction. Her tongue was outstretched as if she wanted to suck on the men's penises. She was like a piece of cheese that was about to melt, being roasted by the two men from the front and back. Her vulva and anus greedily sucked on the two men's hot iron rods.

Xiao Jing grinned mischievously and brought his head close to his wife's face, giving her a light kiss. His wife, with her eyes closed, had no idea that the person kissing her would be Xiao Jing; she thought it was one of the other group members. Without opening her eyes, she instinctively brought her lips to his, her soft tongue darting out, and they shared a passionate, wet kiss.

"Yuwei!" I couldn't help but call out.

But his wife on the bed suddenly wrapped her arms around Xiao Jing's neck, moaning indistinctly, "Mmm! I...I want...I want more! Come on! Ooh! So good!" As she spoke, his wife twisted her waist wildly, shaking her hips vigorously to meet the thrusts of the two men. One hand cupped her large breasts, as if offering a tribute, bringing her erect nipple to Xiao Jing's lips, her expression one of intense longing for the next climax.

Without hesitation, Xiao Jing bit down on his wife's nipple, pulling it outwards. His wife let out a soft "hmm," seemingly in pain, but she didn't flinch. Instead, her expression suggested she was deriving immense pleasure from the pain. Xiao Jing noticed the police badge pinned to his wife's other nipple. Intrigued and amused, he flicked the badge with his finger. The pin pierced his wife's nipple, and each flick brought her waves of pain. Yet, this pain transformed her moans from soft whimpers into high-pitched cries. I think my wife was about to reach climax.

Watching his wife's completely absorbed state, and seeing her increasingly aroused expression, Xiao Jing slowly lifted his face to her ear and whispered, "Officer Yang, I didn't expect we'd meet again so soon." His wife's body jolted, her eyes snapping open. When she saw that the person before her was Xiao Jing, her expression instantly twisted in shock and shame. She couldn't help but scream, but the sound that came out was a desperate wail, like someone collapsing at the peak of orgasm.

She struggled violently, trying to shake off the two men holding her, trying to escape this humiliating scene. But her body convulsed uncontrollably, trembling and shaking. Her juices gushed from her still-erect vagina, like a burst dam, overflowing everywhere… His wife had orgasmed, reaching a naked climax right before the man she least wanted to see, the man she loathed most… In the hotel, only Xiao Jing, my wife, and I remained.

I told the others to leave first.

Xiao Jing's arrival today was purely coincidental; I can only say this world is too small and too full of coincidences.

Xiao Jing is an SM dominatrix; he knows many netizens like us, and attending group sex parties organized by these netizens is a common occurrence for him.

Xiao Jing said, "I didn't expect you and your wife to be such open-minded people." In his mind, we had always been upright police officers, but he never imagined we had such a lewd side.

I said, "I don't want to hear any nonsense; I just hope you won't tell anyone about what happened today." Xiao Jing said, "Of course." I didn't expect him to agree so readily, but then I thought he must have some ulterior motive.

Sure enough, Xiao Jing immediately stated his conditions: he wanted to discipline my wife as payment for not reporting us.

He said, "Officers, I know you want to bring me to justice, but you haven't found any flaws in me. Now, how about I give you a chance to catch me?" Xiao Jing paused, then looked at his wife and said, "Let Officer Yang undergo three months of my training. If I can't arouse her submissive nature and make her willingly become a sex slave during these three months, then Officer Yang will become the best witness in court, putting me in jail. Do you dare to play this game with me?" I said, "No! Get out of here!" While I was talking to Xiao Jing, my wife sat on the bed without saying a word, like a statue. She didn't have time to put on clothes, only covered herself with a sheet, which was wet, with traces of her vaginal fluid and urine.

At this moment, my wife suddenly said, "Fine, I accept your training, but I'm not playing games with you. I'm betting my life against you to avenge Xinyu and to ensure no more women are harmed. I will definitely send you to prison." Xiao Jing said, "Alright! Let's wait and see." Thus, my wife and Xiao Jing's life-or-death bet was made.

I wanted to ask my wife why she didn't discuss it with me before making the decision, but then I thought, what face did I have to question her? I was the one who took her to that group sex event, and I was the one who chose the online friend. Now, I was the culprit who had put us in this predicament.

Moreover, my wife and I had no choice when facing Xiao Jing. If we didn't agree, he might make even more outrageous demands.

My wife told me that her bet with Xiao Jing might truly be her last chance to send him to prison.

I said, "No matter how difficult the future may be, no matter how cruel the outcome, I will support you wholeheartedly, because you are my everything, and your decision is my decision." My wife said, "Husband, promise me you will never leave me, never despise me, you are the only support in my life." "I promise." Even though my wife and I were prepared, we still panicked when faced with Xiao Jing's "training."

We discovered that Xiao Jing wasn't training my wife alone, but rather a complete and powerful team led by Xiao Jing, systematically and methodically transforming and corrupting her.

The three-bedroom, one-living-room apartment where my wife and I lived after our marriage was almost completely renovated by them.

The once spacious living room was now filled with a triangular rocking horse, ropes, a cross, and other instruments of torture for restraining people.

In the study, Xiao Jing replaced all the books on criminal investigation with erotic magazines, mostly Japanese and German SM magazines.

The bed and sofa in the guest room were moved away and replaced with a dog cage and dog bowl. For the next three months, my wife would no longer share a room with me; she would move into the guest room and live in the dog cage.

The other guest room would be occupied by Xiao Jing and his team of staff on a rotating basis. They would be responsible for disciplining my wife 24 hours a day, without the slightest slackening.

The rest of the house remained unchanged, except for the bedroom, kitchen, and bathroom. On the wall above the bed in the bedroom, there was still a photo of my wife and me taken at our wedding. In the photo, Yuwei looked so pure and lovely, like a stunningly beautiful star playing a fairy on TV.

Thinking back to those days when I finally managed to win over my wife, this rare police beauty, in police academy, how many people envied my good fortune behind my back.

But who would have thought that the once pure and beautiful wife is now naked and wanton, wearing only a pair of black lace stockings, placed on a rocking horse. Her hands are tied behind her back with black leather cuffs, and her long, beautiful hair is tied into a ponytail and tied with a rope to a hook on the ceiling, forcing her to look up at the television in front of her. They do not allow her to close her eyes and she must watch the SM movie playing on the television, forcing her to undergo training in her vision, hearing, touch, and even hallucinations, including every sense of her body.

One hour, two hours… The wife sat on the rocking horse, already drenched in sweat, bending over laboriously from time to time, only to straighten up again as her hair was pulled, repeating this cycle endlessly. It felt as if she were being tortured on a fire, but she had no right to cry out; her mouth was gagged, and she could only utter whimpering moans. Under the light, glistening sweat trickled down her bare back, chest, and forehead, making her entire body look as if coated in butter, like a sow being slowly roasted to a golden, crispy perfection.

Her legs straddled the rocking horse, the triangular tip deeply embedded between her labia. As time passed, the tip of the triangular horse sank deeper and deeper into her crotch, as if cutting her vagina in two.

Before placing his wife on the rocking horse, they carefully pulled Yuwei's clitoris out of her foreskin and tied it securely with fishing line, preventing it from retracting. When his wife sat on the rocking horse, her clitoris was forced to bear the weight of her body, pressed against the top of the horse, and brutally flattened, causing Yuwei to tremble uncontrollably... Yuwei had been sitting on the rocking horse for three whole hours. She seemed to be reaching her limit, occasionally leaning to one side, drool dripping from the corner of her mouth, her eyelids trembling as if she were about to faint.

Stop, please stop, I couldn't bear to see my wife being tortured any longer. I went back to my bedroom, but even though I couldn't see my wife, my mind was filled with the image of her writhing on the rocking horse. My penis was erect, painfully pressing against my crotch. I pulled down my pants and couldn't help but start masturbating.

Just as I was about to ejaculate, my wife's sobs suddenly intensified in the living room outside the door. I went to the door and saw through the crack that two men were whipping my wife's buttocks hard with leather whips.

The whips struck my wife's raised, fleshy buttocks with loud, crisp "smacks," splashing greasy sweat from her buttocks.

They were whipping her hard; with each strike, my wife would involuntarily twitch her buttocks. This physical reaction caused her clitoris to suffer. The tender clitoris was constantly being rubbed by the bodies and the rocking horse, and the waves of stimulation made my wife tremble uncontrollably, the trembling becoming more and more intense until it even turned into spasms. Her small, fleshy feet, encased in black stockings, were bent, her toes curled and stretched straight. Incontinent urine gushed from my wife's vagina, flowing down the triangular rocking horse like a waterfall.

One of them pulled a plastic plug out of my wife's anus, and instantly, a stream of milky white liquid gushed out... They had given my wife an enema while I was in the room.

From 6 PM to 10 PM, a full four hours, my wife was finally taken off the rocking horse. She seemed completely paralyzed, only able to stand with the man's support.

That night, my wife slept in a dog cage. The cage was small, and she could only curl up inside, but exhausted, she didn't care and quickly fell asleep... From the first day my wife was "trained," they replaced her eating bowl with a dog bowl, and ordered her to kneel on the ground and eat like a dog, licking instead of biting. They even inserted a dog tail into her anus, making her look and move like a female dog.

The training lasted a week, but that short week felt like a year to my wife and me.

But despite how unbearable it was, this torment had only just begun.

From the second week onwards, Xiao Jing moved the training ground for his wife from the living room to the rooftop.

Late at night, the rooftop of our apartment complex was deserted except for me, my wife, Xiao Jing, and his team of helpers.

My wife was tied to a triangular wooden horse, just as she had been in the living room at home. But the cool outdoor wind and the shame of being exposed caused her, who had gradually grown accustomed to sitting on the horse, to break down once again.

Her eyes kept glancing at the stairwell door, as if afraid someone would suddenly come up there, afraid of being seen by the neighbors. But the more afraid she was, the more intense her orgasms became, and the more unbearable her shameful appearance became.

Xiao Jing deliberately didn't put a gag on his wife, letting her moans drift everywhere. My wife knew Xiao Jing's malice; she bit her lip, afraid to moan out loud, but in the end, what she got in return was a long-suppressed, silent scream.

The gushing fluids soaked through her stockings, making them stick to her skin. Water droplets from the stockings clung to her toes, dripping down her legs.

The cool outdoor breeze chilled her, making her shiver and reminding her she was outdoors.

"Please don't leave me here, I can't take it anymore! Please... please take me back..." This was the first time she had pleaded with Xiao Jing. Sitting on the rocking horse, her expression suggested she was about to cry; her mental endurance seemed to have reached its limit. Her body swayed precariously, as if she were completely exhausted.

Xiao Jing glanced at his watch and said, "One hour left, Officer Yang. You have to hold on a little longer." "Please, let me go, I really can't take it anymore." As she said this, her body suddenly convulsed. Someone pulled the anal plug from her anus, and white milk gushed from her gaping anus.

"Ugh... Ahhh..." My wife arched her back forward, but because of the forward lean, the tip of the rocking horse penetrated even deeper into her vagina. Her clitoris, bound by fishing line, was subjected to intense pressure between her thighs. The intense stimulation caused her body to tremble violently and she jerked up abruptly. Her urethra twitched and contracted, but she could no longer urinate; only saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth... Xiao Jing pulled out his penis and, in front of me, shoved it into my wife's mouth.

My wife did not resist and obediently began to suckle Xiao Jing's mouth. She licked very diligently, seemingly eager to please him so that he would release her sooner.

Xiao Jing's expression seemed quite satisfied with his wife's service. He turned to me, deliberately humiliating me, saying, "Officer Wang, I didn't expect your wife's oral skills to be so good. Look how happy she is." He then grabbed his wife's hair and asked, "Officer Yang, did you enjoy it?" His wife hesitated for a moment, glancing at me with an expression full of helplessness and shame. But at that moment, she had no choice but to nod to Xiao Jing.

Xiao Jing laughed heartily, a triumphant look on his face... Aside from ensuring his wife got eight hours of sleep each day, Xiao Jing spent almost all his remaining time "training" her, including during our work hours. My

wife and I are both criminal police officers, and we can usually wear civilian clothes to work.

Today, my wife's attire was quite different from usual. She wore a low-cut top, her full, rounded breasts almost spilling out. A strange police badge was pinned to her chest, seemingly the kind used by police dogs. What others didn't know was that the badge's pin was threaded through her top, inside her nipple.

Yuwei wore a short skirt that barely covered her vulva, the hem almost level with her pubic area, barely concealing her pert buttocks. With the slightest movement, her cleavage would be exposed. Underneath the skirt, she wasn't wearing underwear; instead, flesh-colored pantyhose tightly hugged her sexy buttocks and alluring legs.

Her colleagues at the police station were all amazed and puzzled by her appearance. The wife who had always been aloof in their presence was now dressed so seductively, almost like a nightclub hostess.

But my colleagues only dared to watch, none of them dared to ask, because they didn't know if we were carrying out some secret mission. My wife and I were the top officers in the police force; everyone except the chief had to obey our orders.

However, now my wife had Xiao Jing as her new superior. My wife's phone rang; it was a text message. I could tell from her embarrassed yet ashamed expression that the message must have been from Xiao Jing.

My wife clutched her phone, her pretty face flushed, and frowned at me. Then, she glanced shyly at her colleagues in the office. Seeing that no one was paying attention to her, she hesitantly reached under her desk with her phone in her hand, turned on the video, faced her crotch, and slowly lifted her already very short skirt with her other hand, trembling as she parted her legs.

The desks in the police station were like school desks, without a partition in front, allowing a view of the person sitting there. So, at that moment, any colleague could easily see my wife's legs spread apart under the desk, and her vulva, stretched open by a cucumber half-length and three fingers thick, beneath her pantyhose… Xiao Jing had half-eaten the cucumber that morning and inserted it into my wife's vagina before she left. This made me feel like he was using my wife's vagina as a garbage can. Looking at my wife's expression, she seemed to share my sense of humiliation.

Xiao Jing ordered his wife to keep the cucumber in place, not allowing her to remove it. The cucumber, pressed against the crotch of her pantyhose, moved in and out of her vagina with her every movement, like a man's penis fucking Yuwei. My wife

maintained this spread-leg position under the desk for over ten minutes, but even those short ten minutes left her breathless, sweat dripping from her forehead to her chin.

As my wife drew her legs together, I saw her body tremble as if she were reaching orgasm.

At noon, we ate in the cafeteria.

My wife got two bowls of vegetables, half a box of rice, and a long, thick, green cucumber.

Looking at her expression as she held the cucumber, I knew it was Xiao Jing's idea again.

We sat with our colleagues, and halfway through the meal, several male colleagues stopped eating and stole glances at my wife. She wasn't biting the cucumber, but licking it, like licking a man's penis, swallowing and spitting it out, teasing the tip with her tongue.

My colleagues were stunned, but my wife didn't dare lift her eyes, as if afraid that seeing their gazes would break her. Finally, she swallowed half the cucumber whole, as if performing a deep throat for a man, coughing loudly from choking, and couldn't sit still any longer, rushing to the restroom… After work, my wife and I didn't drive home; instead, we took a long detour and took the bus home.

The bus route was chosen by Xiao Jing; it was remote and sparsely populated.

As soon as his wife boarded, she attracted most of the passengers' attention. They stared at her short skirt, which barely covered her vulva but barely concealed her buttocks, her low-cut top that almost exposed her areolas, and the incongruous police badge on her chest. Their expressions varied.

But I think the people on this bus would never have imagined that his wife, dressed so provocatively, like a nightclub hostess, was actually a skilled law enforcement officer.

After the bus left the city, several men boarded. I recognized them; they were members of Xiao Jing's team.

They went to his wife, made her stand up, and then, in front of everyone on the bus, lifted her skirt to her waist, allowing them a clear view of her full buttocks clad only in flesh-colored pantyhose, and the half-eaten cucumber still inserted in her vagina.

Some passengers were surprised, some smirked, some were contemptuous, and some looked at me, seemingly guessing my relationship with his wife, or perhaps waiting for my reaction.

I lowered my head, avoiding their gazes. At that moment, I felt ashamed as my wife.

The man made my wife sit in the front side seat, seemingly intentionally so everyone could see her more clearly.

"Husband, sit next to me," my wife said softly, seemingly unwilling. I knew she didn't want to see me humiliated, and even less did she want others to know she was a married woman who had no shame. But this was an order to discipline her, and my wife had no choice but to obey.

I sat down next to my wife, holding her hand tightly, silently supporting her, and together we prepared to be tortured.

The man made my wife spread her legs, tore open the crotch of her pantyhose, pulled out a cucumber, then took out a razor. After pouring some water on my wife's vulva, he actually shaved her pubic hair in front of everyone on the bus.

The sparse, curly pubic hair scattered on the ground, like the wife's gradually shattering heart. Helpless and in pain, she closed her eyes, her palms sweating as she held my hand. Her trembling body seemed consumed by the gazes of others.

The man quickly shaved off her pubic hair, poured water on it, and rinsed away the remaining hair. In the setting sun, her pinkish-brown labia, the protruding foreskin and bright red clitoris, and her fair, tender mons pubis resembled a plump, freshly pulled from the water.

The man couldn't resist taking a bite, his tongue plunging into her vulva, greedily sucking the nectar within, his face filled with ecstasy.

His wife let out a soft "Mmm," a low moan. Although she felt incredibly ashamed, her body honestly felt pleasure.

The man looked up and said to the people in the car, "Anyone else want to try?" The crowd whispered amongst themselves, but no one responded immediately. The man said, "Whoever comes first, I'll give them a hundred yuan!" Instantly, someone shouted, "Me!" "Me!" The man gave me a lewd smile, then said, "Give me a hundred yuan." What… he actually wanted me to pay? To pay someone to have my wife's cunt taken? This was utterly despicable.

The man said, "Hurry up, or I'll call someone to fuck your wife." "Okay… okay… here you go." I took out the money and handed it to the man.

A man with a full beard, dressed like a migrant worker, took the money and squatted down in front of his wife. He first licked her vulva, then, as if tasting its deliciousness, began to eat it with relish. The more he ate, the more energetic he became, almost burying half his face in his wife's vagina, his tongue probing inside, making "slap slap" sounds like sucking porridge, his expression as if he were savoring a delicacy... His wife's body pressed tightly against me, her moans intermittent, seemingly both suppressed and unable to hold back, her sensitive body occasionally convulsing and trembling.

"Okay, okay, stop! Is anyone else here?" "I'll go!" Now that someone had started, the men behind no longer pretended to be reserved, taking turns to taste his wife's tender vulva, enjoying her shy and adorable appearance as they sucked on her.

Inside the carriage, the men's lewd laughter, the "slurping" sounds of sucking, and the wife's low moans rose and fell.

An older woman, seemingly unable to bear it any longer, walked over to the wife and slapped Yuwei hard across the face, saying, "Even selling your body isn't as shameless as you! Have you no shame?" The wife's face was full of grievance.

The man said, "Auntie is right." Then he slapped Yuwei's vulva hard, making a crisp "smack," causing the wife's plump labia to flatten and spread open, her vulva twitching with each contraction. The man said, "Auntie, if you're going to hit someone, hit them here. This woman's cunt is just cheap." The woman glared at the man, and then got off the bus without looking back when it reached its stop.

The man said, "Is there any other auntie who wants to teach this slut a lesson?" A plump woman stood up, and as she did so, she poked the stubble-faced man sitting next to her who had just paid for sex, saying, "Let me handle this!" Then she angrily walked over to her wife and said, "You little bitch, I'll teach you to seduce men again." The wife shook her head in grievance, but then the plump woman's large, fan-like hand swung back and slapped her tender vulva hard. The wife cried out in pain, her delicate body bouncing up like a live fish thrown onto the shore.

The woman, her face flushed, angrily pressed her wife down with one thick arm while her other hand relentlessly slapped her vulva, producing a series of crisp "slap, slap" sounds. The wife sitting in the seat also blushed, but her expression was a mixture of pain, helplessness, and shameful cries.

The woman, after hitting her for a while, stopped to wipe her sweat. Just then, a stream of clear water gushed from her vagina, dripping onto the floor.

The driver in front, seeing her urinating in the rearview mirror, yelled, "Hey, you need to pee! Go outside!" Her wife trembled as she urinated, but she couldn't stop it. Her anus and vagina contracted repeatedly, but she couldn't stop her urethra from opening, and the urine quickly formed a puddle on the floor.

She buried her face in my arms, too ashamed to face what was happening… That day, I came home from work.

The living room was empty. As I reached the bedroom door, I saw my wife about to come out.

She hadn't gone to work that day; Xiao Jing said he wanted to give her a special, extra-extra training session, so I had her take sick leave.

As a result, my wife hadn't been with me all day, and I had spent the whole day worrying about her, worrying about how Xiao Jing would torment her.

Why did things turn out this way? We, who were supposed to represent justice, have become Xiao Jing's playthings. I'm starting to doubt whether I'm even a policeman, or even a man.

In my office drawer is the handgun I didn't return after a call. I really want to shoot that bastard, but I know the consequences better than anyone. I won't use it unless absolutely necessary.

"Honey...you...you're back..." "Yeah, are you alright?" "I'm fine." "Where are they?" My wife shook her head.

I said, "Not here?" My wife didn't answer.

Suddenly, a thought of escaping surged into my mind. I grabbed my wife's hand and said, "Wife, let's run away." My wife looked surprised, then hesitated and withdrew her hand, saying, "No." "Why not? Now!" I excitedly tried to pull my wife out of the room, but she gripped the door, her body twisting and resisting me. Just as we were locked in a stalemate, my wife's back seemed to be pushed hard, and she leaned forward and fell into my arms. My heart skipped a beat, and then I realized that my wife's lower body was completely naked. In the darkness, a pair of large male hands grabbed her buttocks, and then a thick, dark penis thrust into my wife's body, making her thrust against me repeatedly.

The bedroom was a mess.

The wedding photo that had been hanging on the wall was now on the bed, the frame covered in wet stains.

The man having sex with my wife, as if deliberately putting on a show for me, suddenly picked her up in a position as if she were urinating, then alternately thrust his penis into her anus. He stood on the bed, straddling our wedding photo.

Then, another man came up and dug his fingers into my wife's vagina, rapidly thrusting in and out of her already swollen and reddened vulva… “Husband…don’t look…don’t look…” my wife cried out in shame, but the next second, she seemed to suddenly stop breathing, her voice vanishing. Her head snapped back high, her body stiffening in mid-air, her legs trembling violently as if in a spasm. Then, as the man quickly withdrew his fingers, a large gush of vaginal fluid spurted from my wife’s opened vagina, all of it landing on our wedding photo.

The man holding my wife, seeing my devastated expression, thrust violently several times into my wife’s anus, then howled and ejaculated.

After he withdrew his penis, his wife's loose, exposed anus, which had been thoroughly penetrated, let out loud farts. Then, I saw a large, sticky wad of paper, like feces, slowly fall out of her anus, mixed with the man's semen, and land on the bed.

The man put his wife down, unfolded the paper, and pressed it against her face. That...that...that was our torn marriage certificate.

"Ah! You bastards! Bastards! I'll kill you all with my own hands! I'll kill you all with my own hands!" I screamed, but my body went limp and I knelt on the ground, my penis twitching excitedly, shamelessly ejaculating... Xiao Jing's training of his wife had lasted for a month.

Dressing in revealing and sexy clothes had become almost a daily routine for her. From initial resistance to gradual adaptation, it had now become a habit for her.

Weekend, a bustling shopping mall.

My wife, dressed in a sexy miniskirt, black stockings, and high heels, with sunglasses on, looked both sexy and fashionable . She linked arms with me as we walked through the crowd, while Xiao Jing followed behind, keeping in touch with us on his phone.

The men around us frequently glanced at my wife, their eyes filled with lust and envy, giving me a long-lost sense of superiority.

I thought back to those days in the hotel, when we played group sex games with our friends. My wife dressed similarly, exposing herself to their gazes, allowing me to witness the men's hungry stares.

Back then, we were simply enjoying sex, not being coerced like this.

But conversely, was Xiao Jing's coercion truly coercion?

Although my wife's every lewd act was at Xiao Jing's command, didn't she ultimately accept it all willingly?

Look at her now, so natural, as if it were her birthright.

His wife beside him swayed her hips gracefully, taking easy steps forward, her eyes occasionally glancing at the beautiful clothes around her, seemingly unconcerned about the stares of others.

As my wife and I passed a store we often shopped at, I asked her, "Want to go in and take a look?" She glanced at it and said, "Their clothes are too conservative." We took the escalator from the second floor of the mall to the third.

Xiao Jing stopped us in front of a lingerie counter and ordered my wife to pick out two pieces.

Yuwei took my arm and walked into the counter, casually picking one out from the shelf. Just then, her phone rang. It was a text message from Xiao Jing. He actually asked my wife to try it on and then came out of the fitting room to ask me if it looked good.

This was outrageous! This was a mall! How could he do this!

I looked at my wife; she seemed hesitant, but then she took a deep breath and actually went into the fitting room with the lingerie.

"Honey, does it look good?" When my wife came out of the fitting room, my eyes almost popped out of their sockets. My wife, wearing the lingerie, was nearly naked, but ten times more lewd than naked.

The sheer fabric of the lingerie at the chest made her firm, white breasts almost spill out, with two gold bells adorning the nipples. Beautiful lace patterns extended from her breasts to her slender waist. The lingerie also used transparent fabric at the vulva, clearly revealing her shaved genitals. Even more provocative, her labia were also adorned with lingerie accessories, pulling them apart to expose her wet opening.

She turned around, slightly protruding her buttocks, and gently parted them with her hands. The back of the lingerie was entirely made of straps, with metal hooks attached to the ends, now hooked into her anus, lifting her tender anus upwards.

Passing customers, seeing her provocative attire, stopped in their tracks.

"Honey, does it look good?" my wife asked again, her voice trembling slightly, as if she couldn't hide her nervousness.

The saleswoman said, "Miss, you can let your husband see it in the fitting room." My wife said, "There's no mirror in the fitting room, I want him to see it here." The saleswoman noticed several men among the other customers staring at my wife with ill intentions, so she came over to remind her, but my wife didn't appreciate it at all. She muttered under her breath, "Slut." My wife turned her head and glared at the saleswoman, saying, "What did you say?" The saleswoman said sarcastically, "I said you're pretty." "Really?" "Yes, look, so many men are looking at you. You should try on a few more and let them see." "You..." I said, "Honey, this one looks pretty good, let's buy this one." But my wife said angrily, "No, I want to try on a couple more." As she spoke, she casually picked out another one.

I stood at the door of the dressing room, waiting for my wife to finish changing. The female shop assistant and a saleswoman at the next counter stood to one side, occasionally pointing and whispering in my direction, probably saying something bad about my wife and me.

My wife lifted the curtain of the dressing room and came out.

This time, the upper part of the lingerie wasn't much different from the previous one, still seductively exposing my wife's breasts as much as possible, but the design of the lower part was very different. Its crotch was connected to two thick, black penises, like two black men's penises, which my wife had inserted into her vagina and anus, one in front and one behind.

When my wife walked, the penises in her vagina and anus moved up and down, as if she were being fucked by two men at the same time, making her walk slightly unsteady.

"Honey, how's this one?" My wife spoke with extreme flirtatiousness, as if deliberately showing off in front of the female shop assistant and me, but her soft, trembling voice couldn't hide her inner shame and the panic of being watched.

The wife squeezed her legs together, seemingly enduring the pleasure brought by the penis, but her buttocks were still slightly bouncing up and down due to the stimulation of the two large penises attacking from the front and back.

The saleswoman said, "It looks beautiful, absolutely stunning! Look, even your husband is mesmerized. And all these men here love seeing you dressed like this." My wife didn't dare look around, instinctively covering her chest with one hand, but retorted defiantly, "With a good figure, anything looks good on me, unlike some people." "Yeah, a woman like me can't pull this off. Let's look at the brand, the price is on it. If you want it, go pay. If not, I'll throw it away. Who tries on clothes like you, actually stuffing that thing inside?" The woman who had been standing with the saleswoman earlier walked up and said, "Let me see what brand it is. Oh my, Bitch! It's imported from America. People actually buy this brand, haha." "Bitch, doesn't that mean 'whore'? What kind of person buys this brand?" The two saleswomen deliberately pronounced "beach" on the brand as "bitch" to humiliate my wife.

Everyone around laughed.

Seeing that more and more people were gathering to watch, I couldn't bear to stay any longer. I quickly paid the bill and left the mall with my wife.

In the parking lot, my wife threw the sexy lingerie we had bought onto the ground.

"What am I doing! What am I doing! I feel so pathetic. I can't believe that woman was me. Husband, what should I do! What should I do!" I hugged my wife and said, "Honey, it's not your fault. It's all that bastard Xiao Jing's fault. We still have two months. We have to get through this." "I'm afraid I'll go crazy, that I'll really fall into depravity and never be the same again!" "No, Weiwei, I believe in you. You can do it. That person wasn't you. Just treat her as a dream." "But..." "Don't say anything, honey. Xiao Jing is waiting for us..." Am I becoming a pervert too? Even when my wife needs comfort, I'm still thinking about Xiao Jing. These days, I haven't dared to admit it, but Xiao Jing seems to be another version of me, doing to Yuwei the things I've always wanted to do but never dared to.

[To be continued]

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