The wife caused the trouble

It was a gloomy summer day. I got off work early and was watching TV at home. The food I had prepared was on the table, waiting for my wife to come home so we could eat together. But she didn't come home, and I started to get anxious. She had never been this late before. I checked my watch; it was already 8 o'clock.

Our neighborhood is newly built,

and not many residents have moved in yet. Because it's so remote, the security situation isn't very good. I wondered if something had happened. I quickly put on my clothes and went downstairs to meet my wife. On the way, I kept thinking, "Please, please, nothing bad has happened."

Just then, I suddenly heard a woman crying and a man shouting coming from the still-unfinished building number 18 ahead of me. Who could it be? Curious, I walked towards the building. The closer I got, the louder the crying became. It sounded really eerie in the middle of the night. I went to the window and looked inside. There were no lights on. I could vaguely see what looked like five people inside. One of the women was kneeling naked, her back and buttocks facing me, and a man was having sex with her. The man was saying something, but the woman didn't speak, she just cried. There were three other men nearby.

I thought, "Oh no, I've run into a rapist! What am I going to do?" I'm naturally timid. I thought it was better to avoid trouble. I quickly made my escape. As I walked, I kept thinking, "Whose woman is this now?" When I got home, I covered myself with the blanket, just hoping my wife would come back quickly and that nothing bad would happen to her. Around 1 a.m., the door opened.

I got up and went to the door. The scene before me stunned me. My wife's face was covered in dust. Her hair was disheveled. Her clothes were torn into strips. She was only wearing her underwear, which was stuck in her buttocks like a twisted rope. My head spun, and I almost fell over. My wife limped over to help me. I saw that her eyes were red and black. Her face was covered with streaks from crying. We went inside and didn't say anything. We sat quietly for what seemed like forever. I asked her what had happened. She didn't answer, but just walked towards the bathroom. In the bathroom, she took off her clothes. That's when I saw her body was covered in bruises. Her lips were torn, and her breasts were covered in teeth and claw marks. Her thighs were the same. Her pubic hair was missing. I went over and touched her wounds. I already sensed what had happened. She picked up the showerhead and vigorously washed her lower body.

I quickly helped her sit on the toilet and gently spread her legs. Her labia were swollen, and semen was leaking from her vagina. I kept comforting and reassuring her. Then she told me what had happened that night… She said it was my birthday. After work, she went to the store and bought a lot of things to celebrate. It was already dark when she got back.

Because my home is far from the store, she took the bus home. On the bus, she encountered these four men. At first, she didn't pay attention. But later, my wife found out. These men were pointing and whispering. One of them even touched my thigh.

I kept dodging them. After I got off the bus at my stop, I noticed they followed me off. I quickened my pace,

but they caught up with me just as I reached the newly built building not far from my house. One of them held a knife to my neck.

Before I could react, several men picked me up and ran towards the unfinished building. I was terrified. I only started struggling when they started groping me. Then, an older man, probably their leader, walked up to me. The room was dark, and in the moonlight, I could only make out that he had a full beard. He didn't say anything and started hitting and kicking me until I was begging for mercy on the ground. He yelled at me, "You know what to do, right?!"

I knew what they were going to do. I was terrified of him. My resistance was pointless; it would only cause me more harm and pain. Slowly, I took off my clothes. Then, the bearded man

pointed to his groin. I understood his intention. I unzipped his pants and took out his penis with my right hand.

Just as I was about to put it down, he said, "That's unhygienic. Lick it clean, or else..." The other men laughed, their eyes fixed on my genitals. I had no choice but to put it in my mouth. His penis was huge,

filling my mouth completely. Each time, it reached my throat. His genitals smelled foul, like they hadn't been washed in months. I held back my tears. I continued like this until he became aroused. He ordered me to lie down and then started fucking me.

He didn't have any technique, just thrusting hard. His penis was very thick, filling my vagina completely.

When he entered, the large glans would press against my cervix, and when he pulled out, his large penis would pull out my labia minora, which would open and close with his thrusts. I didn't feel anything at the time. I just wanted him to finish quickly. Not long after, I felt he was about to ejaculate. I thought, "Finally!" But just as he was about to ejaculate, he pulled out his penis. He ordered me to open my mouth and take it in,

and to swallow the semen he ejaculated, saying it would whet my appetite. I had no choice but to obey. When this bearded man walked away, the others swarmed around me, completely disregarding my feelings. They pinched,

picked,

pulled, and bit me. Later, they started making fistfights to decide who would go first. I was tortured by him in this incessant manner. One of them,

who was only about 1.6 meters tall, was the last to come up. He initially wanted to have sex with me, but when he saw that my lower body was covered in semen,

he yelled at me to wash it clean. I looked at him pleadingly and said, "Where's the water?" Sometime later, he pulled out a glass beer bottle from behind him and told me to hold my thighs with both hands and elevate my buttocks.

I had no choice but to do as he said, lying on the ground with my vagina facing the ceiling. Then he inserted the freshly made beer bottle into my vagina.

At first, I only felt a cool sensation, but later I couldn't take it anymore. He only made me squat down to pour the beer back into the bottle when he was satisfied. Then he picked up the bottle and poured it over me, saying it was to disinfect me. The other men watched. He first made me stick my buttocks out, then tried to insert it into my anus. But because my anus was too tight, he failed several times. Finally, he inserted it into my vagina. While fucking me, he said, "How about that? I'm better than your husband." I ignored him at first, but later, when he saw I was ignoring him, he pinched my breasts hard.

I had no choice but to praise him and let him hear the moans of a woman in arousal. Only then was he satisfied, until they were exhausted. By then, I couldn't move, but these men weren't finished. The bearded man somehow brought out a camera and said with a smile, "Let's keep this as a souvenir." He then started taking nude photos of me. I grabbed my clothes to cover myself, but they tore them up. So every part of my body was photographed. And that wasn't all; they said I had too much pubic hair, which would affect the photos, and they wanted to shave it off.

But since they couldn't find a razor, several of them held me down, spread my legs, and shaved my pubic hair clean with a lighter. They took all my money, ID card, and work permit.

They even said they'd contact me later, otherwise… Hearing this, I realized what I had just witnessed was my wife being raped.

I felt so useless, I hated myself, but what could I do? I quietly helped my wife wash her body, unaware that the sun had risen in the east. After much deliberation, I decided not to report it. This was better for both of us.

At least we wouldn't be gossiped about; let it remain a dream! But my biggest worry was my wife's nude photos. Would they distribute them or blackmail her? This constant anxiety didn't last long. One day, my wife and I were watching TV when the phone rang. My wife answered it. From her expression when she finished the call, I knew they had come looking for us. I went to my wife's side and gently stroked her hair. At that moment, my wife suddenly threw herself into my arms. She said that those bad guys wanted me to retrieve the photos.

They also wanted me to wash myself clean and wear sexy lingerie before going to them. After hearing this, I knew what they wanted to do to my wife. I smiled bitterly and comforted her, telling her to think positively. As long as tomorrow passes, a new life will begin. Once I get the photos, I won't be afraid of him anymore, and he won't threaten me. With my persuasion and comfort,

my wife seemed to calm down a bit. She continued, saying they wanted me to go to the xxxx hotel tomorrow night. I thought, "That's the biggest hotel in our city. These thugs are quite rich, aren't they?" That night, we didn't say anything more. We

lay quietly in bed. I knew neither of us slept; we just lay there, lost in thought. When the first rays of sunlight shone into our room in the morning, I woke my wife. Her first words were, "Let's move to another city. That way, he won't be able to find us. Or we can sue them." "Don't I want to?" I said. "

Our home is here. Our parents are here too. Aren't you going to come back? Suing them is just sueing them—they're all thugs and desperate criminals!"

Hearing this, my wife started crying again. It was almost noon. She wiped away her tears and walked with slight difficulty towards the bathroom. Looking at her, I felt an indescribable sadness. Soon, I heard the sound of running water from the bathroom. I went in and helped her wash her entire body. I looked at her perky breasts, thick pubic hair, and long, slender legs. I cried. This was the tragedy of an impotent man. As I was washing her, my wife suddenly said, "I want...I want...you to...insert...

my asshole." "Why?" I asked in surprise. "Because I guess this time they'll definitely...so I want you to have your first time, like on our wedding night." I didn't say anything. My wife knelt down, pulled down my pants, and took my penis into her mouth. This was the first time in all our years of marriage that she had been so energetic. I was not only burning with lust, but I also vented all the resentment she felt from being fucked. My wife just silently endured it. She knew I had resentment in my heart.

But when I tried to penetrate her asshole, I encountered a problem. It was too tight, and I couldn't get in. My wife went to the kitchen and got some salad oil.

She applied it to my penis. For some reason, my penis was unusually thick and long today. I was even wondering about it myself.

Then my wife lifted her buttocks, one hand on the ground, and with the other, she took my penis and pushed it into her anus. With a soft "squelch," it went in. Wow, this was a whole new world! It felt amazing. My penis kept thrusting in and out of her anus. I can't describe the pleasure I was experiencing, it was so incredibly comfortable, my whole body felt like it was floating, it was heavenly. "Please hurry up," my wife said. "I need an orgasm, faster, faster, give me the ultimate high." Knowing this, I used all my strength, my best effort, her anus tightly gripping my penis. With each squelch, my penis moved rapidly in and out of her anus. She seemed to reach the so-called "Ooh" realm. Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah! ...ah!! Ah!! Ah!! Ah!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Faster...ah...faster...ah! I knew she was about to climax. Watching her spasms, I knew her climax had arrived. And with my rapid thrusting, I also reached my climax, a stream of murky, foul-smelling semen shooting directly into her anus. Her anus quickly filled with semen, and I pulled my penis out. She turned her head and took my still-erect penis into her mouth. She sucked again. As the storm subsided,

we both regained our senses. The things we didn't want to think about returned to our minds. While rubbing my wife's breasts, I asked her, "

Can you serve those thugs the way you serve me?" "Yes," she said firmly. "I can do as they say.

Because it's the only way to get the nude photos back...Do I have any other choice?" Even if they made me dance naked, I would do it. Time flies. Before we knew it, it was almost their appointed time.

My wife went to the vanity. She applied lipstick and powder. Then I changed into a sexy black lingerie set and put on stockings.

After everything was ready, my wife asked me if I had anything else to say, or I had to leave. Looking at her, I suddenly remembered something and said, "Wait a minute." I quickly took out the Sony camcorder I bought last year from the closet.

It's an advanced camcorder with voice control. I've only used it once. I picked up my wife's purse and

cut a hole in it with scissors. This way, the pinhole camera would be exposed. "What's this for?

" my wife asked, puzzled. "This way we'll have evidence later…and…oh, I understand…okay, I'm taking it now. Wait for me at home." Saying this, I pushed open the door and slowly disappeared into the night.

Watching her figure, I just wanted to beg them to be gentle with her and for the nightmare to end soon. That night,

I was constantly in a state between sleep and wakefulness. One moment I dreamt that my wife was being sexually abused, and the next I dreamt that they were forcing her into prostitution. And so, in a daze, dawn broke. Around 9 a.m., my door opened.

My wife walked in, carrying a handbag. It was clear she hadn't slept all night. I rushed over and asked her how things were. "

I got all the photos back," she said, a sigh of relief. "But...they won't give me the negatives."

"What?!"

I was stunned. How could they be so dishonest? They said they'd give us the negatives, but only if we paid 100,000 yuan to redeem them. Good heavens, I don't have that much money! My wife then threw herself onto the bed and burst into tears, muttering, "Or...or else...they'll make me work as a prostitute to pay back the money." I was dumbfounded. I slumped onto the sofa, speechless. "No, we have to sue them!" I said. Hearing this, my wife got off the bed.

Kutong knelt down, grabbed my legs, and shouted, "We can't afford to mess with them! They...they all have guns!!!"

Hearing this, I felt deflated again. This was clearly the mafia. My wife, oh my wife, why are you so beautiful? A model's figure, a face like Chen Hong. I used to be proud of that. Now I look like what the old folks call "a beautiful woman is a source of trouble." God, why are you playing this joke on me? Wife, we can't afford to mess with them, can't we at least run away? Let's run!

No, they said if we run, they'll kill our whole family! I can't drag them down with me!

What could I say then? Fate. It's all fate. I slowly calmed myself down. Suddenly, I remembered the video camera. I took it out of my bag, turned on the LCD screen, and wanted to watch. My wife came up to me, embarrassed, and said, "

You can't blame me, right? Maybe you shouldn't watch it." She tried to grab the camera. I said, "No, since things have come to this point, what else can I do…" The scene begins with my wife walking out of the house and arriving at the station. At that moment, a burly man… A man wearing sunglasses walked towards my wife. After greeting her, he led her to a BMW. They sat in the back. There was another man in the front, who was obviously the driver. The car drove for a while.

I saw the man reach for my wife's breasts and knead them through her clothes. His other hand reached for her genitals. After a while, he pulled out his penis. With his other hand, he grabbed my wife's head and pressed it down. I saw my wife's mouth was already touching his penis. She closed her eyes tightly, taking it into her mouth and moving it up and down. Soon, I saw the man's hand pressing down on my wife's head faster and faster. His body trembled, and he stopped. After a while, he grabbed my wife's head. Only then did I see my wife's mouth was full of semen. She tried to spit it out, but the man said something to her. Then my wife tilted her head back, swallowing all the semen. The man then laughed loudly, occasionally touching my wife's face. It was clear he was very satisfied with my wife's service. The car continued on its way, but for some reason, it didn't go to the hotel. Instead, it drove towards the suburbs and stopped at a villa. The man led my wife out of the car. My wife was clearly surprised too. When we entered the house, wow, it was really grand. There were two people sitting inside. One looked to be around 30 years old, with a full beard. I immediately remembered what my wife had told me about the man who led her to rape her.

The other man looked to be around 60 or 70 years old, with a full head of white hair. He seemed to be in relatively good health.

The bearded man introduced my wife to the older man. The older man seemed quite pleased with my wife.

After a while, the older man said something to the bearded man and got up to leave. The bearded man then led my wife to the basement. In the basement, the bearded man told my wife to take off her clothes. My wife put her bag on the table by the basement door. From this angle, everything in the house was visible. When I saw

the things on the walls and floor, I was shocked. The whole room was filled with sadomasochistic toys. When my wife undressed,

the bearded man put a dog leash around her neck. Then he ordered my wife to lie down. My wife's body trembled intermittently. She was clearly frightened, and perhaps a little cold. Just then, the old man appeared. He was naked, with a thin body, but he had a huge, incongruous penis. He took the chain from my wife's neck, grabbed a leather whip from the wall,

and then forced her to crawl forward like a dog. My wife hesitated slightly, and the whip struck her delicate back, raising a welt. My wife crawled forward quickly, while

the bearded man stood to the side, whipping her as she crawled. After a while, he led my wife to a maternity bed. He tied her legs together in a spread-eagle position and then forced her to masturbate. My wife

had no choice but to obey. The two men brought out stools, poured wine, and sat opposite her, watching her masturbate. After a while, my wife's face flushed red; she was clearly aroused. Because her vagina started secreting fluid. Every now and then, the old man would insert the whip tip into her vagina. This only intensified my wife's moans. Just then, the old man stood up and asked my wife if she wanted it. "Yes...yes...I want it...please come quickly..." It was clear my wife was no longer thinking clearly. Then the old man clapped his hands.

A man walked in from outside, followed by a German Shepherd. The dog went straight to my wife.

When my wife saw the dog, all her excitement vanished. She said, "No...please...no...I'll serve you well. Please take the dog away." "How can that be?" the old man said. "You'll have to perform for me with it today. Otherwise..." Just then, the dog began licking the fluid secreted from my wife's vagina. Then they lowered the bed. Only then did I realize that the maternity bed could be raised and lowered. The man holding the dog used his hand to insert the dog's penis into my wife's vagina. Strangely enough, the dog started moving on its own. It didn't take long for the dog to ejaculate. Seeing my wife's labia covered in semen, they laughed loudly. The bearded man even grabbed a handful and tried to force it into my wife's mouth. My wife shook her head, refusing. The man with the dog then forced her head down and made her swallow it. Amidst the laughter, the old man urinated into my wife's mouth and ordered her to drink it all and not spit it out. Then the bearded man urinated into my wife's vagina

and ordered her to spread her labia so he could urinate inside. Seeing this, I was furious. They treated my wife so cruelly. My wife, head down, said to me, "This is just the beginning; the cruelty is yet to come." I continued reading. The two men took my wife off the bed, like leading a dog, and led her to the sink. They picked up a hose and sprayed water on my wife's genitals, saying, "We'll clean you up." My wife couldn't stand the water pressure. She kept trying to escape, but the water kept pouring onto her delicate body. Water streamed down her entire body. That wasn't enough. They ordered her to lie on her back, legs spread wide to expose her vulva. Then they used a hose to pour water inside her.

My wife didn't want to spread her legs, but the two older men forced one of her legs apart.

The older man then shoved the hose into her vagina. Soon, her stomach swelled up.

She desperately begged them to stop, but they only responded with more violent actions. Seeing her cries growing fainter,

they finally stopped. My wife lay on her back, spread-eagled, water slowly flowing from her vagina. At this point, my wife seemed to have fainted, lying there quietly.

The old man knelt down beside her, stroking her swollen stomach and vulva.

Then I saw him press hard on my wife's belly with both palms. Each press caused water to gush from her vagina.

The harder he pressed, the farther the water sprayed, like playing with a water gun. It made the bearded man laugh heartily. As her belly shrank, my wife slowly woke up. The old man saw my wife was awake and waved for two other people to come over. They helped my wife onto a specially made wooden horse. The horse was quite realistic.

There was a hole in the saddle. The horse's limbs were replaced with wheels. They inserted a cucumber into the hole—

the kind with thorns, of course. Then they lifted my wife up, aligned her vagina with the saddle, and pressed her down.

"Oh!" With a scream, the cucumber was deeply inserted into my wife's vagina, and then my wife's body was secured with a rope.

The old man pulled the horse's reins and walked ahead. With each turn of the wheel, I saw my wife being deeply penetrated by the cucumber into her vagina.

My wife would scream again. After a few steps, the cucumber was already stained with blood. After turning several times like this, the old man stopped. The two men unharnessed my wife and placed her on the birthing bed where she had been lying. They spread my wife's legs apart. Blood was everywhere inside her vagina and on her labia. At this moment, the old man produced a box of ice from somewhere. I saw him use his left hand to separate my wife's labia, and his right hand grabbed some ice and inserted it into my wife's vagina. My wife was... She was stunned by his actions. She desperately twisted her legs, trying to stop him from putting more in. But how could a weak woman escape? Hearing my wife's pitiful cries, ice was continuously added until the old man put in the last piece. Then they closed my wife's legs and

wrapped her hands and legs with yellow tape. Only then did they release her. My wife's vagina was in excruciating pain and coldness.

She bounced on the ground, desperately wanting to remove the ice from her vagina. But she was powerless until she collapsed to the ground, unable to get up. The old man glanced at his watch and whispered something to the bearded man.

Then, lewd laughter filled the room. I guessed they were talking about my wife's endurance.

Then the bearded man approached my wife. She was too weak to move; her body was trembling uncontrollably. He said to her, "Our boss is satisfied. That's enough for the first half. Take a rest. Are you cold?" My wife nodded slightly. He took out a knife and cut the tape binding her. When she involuntarily spread her legs, ice water mixed with blood flowed from her vagina. Then the bearded man inserted the cigarette he was smoking into her vagina. A plume of smoke rose inside her. My wife lay quietly on the ground, tears streaming down her face. The bearded man then said to his younger henchman, "Help him warm up his body and genitals." "

What do you mean, sir?" I asked. "Do I need to tell you?! Any man would understand!" Then the man stripped naked and came to my wife. He pulled out the cigarette and threw it aside.

He knelt on the ground, his glans already pressed against my wife's vaginal opening, her long legs draped over his shoulders. Just then, I heard my wife say to him, "Brother, could you be gentler?" The man didn't answer, only rubbing his penis against my wife's labia. Then he thrust forward. My wife cried out. I knew he had penetrated her. The man rapidly moved his hips back and forth, thrusting deep into my wife's cervix again and again. This resulted in my wife's pitiful screams. I rubbed my eyes, not wanting to watch anymore. Hearing my wife's screams tore at my heart. I instinctively turned to look at my wife. I realized she was asleep. I stroked her bruised thighs. Suddenly, something occurred to me. I lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties. The scene that met my eyes stunned me. My wife's labia majora were covered in light purple patches, as if she had been electrocuted. There were fresh bloodstains on her labia minora. It was clearly broken. How did this happen? Then, the camera emitted the sound only heard when a man ejaculates. I quickly raised the camera to continue watching. The man, having ejaculated, was lying on top of my wife. His hands were still kneading my wife's firm breasts. As he got up and pulled out his penis,

thick semen slowly flowed from my wife's vagina. "Miss, are you still cold?" the bearded man asked my wife.

Then he said something to the old man, repeatedly pointing to his wristwatch. I also glanced at the time on the camera. It was 3 o'clock. The old man nodded. The bearded man then told his young henchman to take my wife to the bedroom on the second floor. My wife was naked and was dragged upstairs. She didn't forget to take her bag with her. When they got to the second floor, the man pushed my wife onto a long bed and left.

It took a while for my wife to get up. She looked at the camera in her purse and said, "Husband, I... want... to... be... home..." The sound of footsteps going upstairs interrupted my wife. Then my wife put her bag on the windowsill by the flowerpot. She quickly climbed into bed.

The door opened, and the old man walked in, grinning. He said to my wife, "Serve me well, and I'll let you go home. Otherwise..." He then picked up his large penis and

rubbed it against my wife's face, occasionally tapping her lips with it. My wife clearly understood. She reached out and took the old man's penis, putting it in her mouth and sucking hard. I knew my wife's intention; she wanted him to finish quickly so she could go home. But the old man wasn't in a hurry. He lay down on the bed, slowly enjoying himself. After a while, he made my wife climb on top of him. He aimed his large penis at my wife's vagina, grabbed her buttocks with both hands, and pressed down hard. With a "squeak," his large penis was completely enveloped by my wife's vagina. My wife's expression wasn't good; she was clearly in pain. The pain in her vagina hadn't lessened much. But my wife still gritted her teeth and continued to move up and down. Sweat poured down her body. The old man wasn't idle either; his hands would touch my wife's breasts one moment, then her anus the next. His mouth kept sucking on her nipples. He would occasionally try to kiss her lips, but my wife always avoided his kisses. Suddenly, the old man became unhappy and slapped my wife off the bed. I guessed it was because he hadn't let him kiss her.

I saw the old man grab my wife's long hair and yell, "Who do you think you are?! You dare to mess with me!" Slaps rained down on my wife's face, causing blood to trickle from the corner of her mouth. He still wasn't satisfied. He

took out a stun gun from under the bed, forced my wife back onto the bed, and raised the stun gun to touch her labia. Only then did I remember the injury on my wife's labia. On the screen, I could only see my wife repeatedly apologizing and letting out screams of pain. The old man, tired of beating my wife and seeing she had given in, tossed aside the stun gun and took a packet of pills from the bedside table. He put one in his own mouth first, then gave the other to my wife. Afraid of further beatings, she quickly swallowed it. Then she obediently lay on the bed, spread-eagled, waiting for the old man to have sex with her. But the old man wasn't in a hurry; he sat on the sofa and began sucking intently, occasionally glancing at my wife's reaction. After a while, my wife's legs, which had been spread apart, suddenly closed tightly, and she kept writhing. Her breasts had grown larger, and her nipples were erect. She frequently touched her genitals,

moaning softly. I then realized he had given my wife an aphrodisiac. As the effects of the drug wore off,

my wife couldn't take it anymore. She climbed off the bed and knelt before the old man, begging him to have sex with her. The old man reached into my wife's vagina and touched it; it was full of vaginal fluid. My wife had reached a state of complete ecstasy. She was willing to do anything as long as a man had sex with her. The old man, seeing that things had gone well, made my wife kneel on the bed. This time, he didn't penetrate her vagina. Instead, he gripped his penis and thrust it into her anus. Before the old man could even move, my wife began to move wildly on her own, uttering moans. "

Faster... harder... fuck me harder... ah... ah... ah... who are you?" the old man asked as he fucked her. "

I... I am... I am a whore... I am a prostitute... I am your sex slave... I am..." I couldn't bear to hear the rest. Watching my wife degrade herself like this, I didn't know how to feel. It was all the aphrodisiac's fault. I turned off the camera. I could guess what would happen next without watching. Looking at my wife, a strange thought crossed my mind. I wanted to rape her. I wondered if I was becoming a pervert... I pulled down my pants and ejaculated on her. My wife remained quietly asleep. Maybe I could borrow money. But how would I repay them? It seems the only way to save my wife from this fate is to make her a prostitute… It's such a pity for my beautiful wife. A few days later, the phone rang again. After answering, my wife told me they said… tomorrow… they're taking me… to… hire clients… I was speechless. What could I say?!

The next morning, car horns woke me up. Watching her leave, I whispered to my wife, "

Honey, don't forget to bring condoms for those damn men." My wife just took a deep breath, smiled bitterly, and nodded…

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