[Urban] Sea of Desire (Complete) - 16-18

Chapter 5.

My wife seemed unable to hold back any longer. She had been supporting herself with her hands, but after changing positions, her entire upper body was lying on the bed, her hands gripping my legs. Because her face was pressed against the bed, her moans sounded slightly different, yet even more stimulating.

This intense stimulation made me almost lose control, like a virgin's first time, completely overwhelmed by the pleasure.

I bent down, pressing my entire body against my wife's, my buttocks moving rapidly, turning her face over. Seeing her panting and moaning with her eyes closed, I couldn't help but growl.

"Is it good?"

"Mmm... Ahhhhhh..." my wife murmured in response.

"Answer me, is it good?"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, it's killing me~" My wife seemed completely aroused. When I pressed her, she answered in a very seductive and wanton way.

"You're enjoying being fucked by me, aren't you? Do you want me to go faster, to fuck you harder?"

"Yes, I want to~ fuck me harder, fuck me faster, I'm going to... I'm going to come!"

Hearing my wife so seductively begging for sex, I completely lost control and suddenly increased my speed.

My wife was kneeling at first, but my violent thrusts caused her to involuntarily lower herself and crawl down.

I was already close to ejaculating and didn't care about anything else.

With each thrust, her buttocks seemed deformed from the pressure.

Finally, as my semen shot inside, she let out a satisfied moan, her body trembling with excitement! So sexy! She was almost as sexy as Sister Zhang, but even more exciting and stimulating. After all, she was my wife, especially after three years of being so conservative. This sudden change to being so sexy was an unparalleled contrast! I tried to put my penis near her mouth so she could clean it for me, but she seemed to have realized what was happening. Although she didn't speak, she kept shaking her head and refusing.

My desire wasn't as strong after ejaculation, so I didn't force her.

I'll take it slow; sooner or later I'll show her the other side of myself! "Honey, can you get me some tissues?"

my wife said coquettishly.

I got up, grabbed some tissues, and dried my wife off.

Although I did this before, this time felt different.

After drying her, my wife nestled into my arms, seemingly savoring the feeling.

"Why are you so different today? So sexy?"

I asked with a laugh.

"Sexy? That sounds awful. You've changed lately too, can't I change too? Besides, my husband is so good to me, so naturally I have to make him happy,"

my wife said playfully.

"Oh."

"Honey, did you like me like this today?"

my wife asked.

"Yes!"

"Then come home earlier next time,"

my wife said with a smile.

Was this her real purpose? To use her changes to persuade her cheating husband to come back.

I smiled and replied, feeling a little tired.

Although we usually made love like this, today was particularly enjoyable and tiring, and I was also happy. Holding my wife, I fell asleep soon after.

The next day at work, everyone could see I was in a particularly good mood and teased me about whether I had a romantic encounter the night before.

The first thing I did when I got to the office was turn on my computer and log into QQ.

My wife wasn't online, probably because we had so much fun last night. She was still half asleep when I left, saying she was going to take a nap. She's probably dreaming now. She didn't come online until almost noon.

Before I could even speak to her, she messaged me. We chatted, and I noticed she seemed to be in a great mood, probably because of what happened yesterday, just like me. We were both happy, and time seemed to fly by; the day was over in the blink of an eye.

I didn't deliberately stay late; my wife's change was very attractive to me. She was happy to come home early, and we naturally had some intimacy that night.

She wasn't pretending to be indifferent anymore; just like yesterday, oral sex, positions, and moaning filled the air, giving me a real treat! For the next few days, I came home early. Although we only did it at night, the satisfying sex made me feel like I was reborn. Even ordinary moments felt incredibly passionate.

It felt a bit like being newly in love! I was initially worried that my wife would think I had seen the light and revert to my old ways, but I was wrong. She seemed to enjoy this feeling; I could sense it.

When chatting with her online using a different identity, she admitted that life suddenly felt wonderful and blissful! However, I seemed to have gotten a little carried away and forgotten about the other person.

That evening, I chatted with my wife on the computer in the study. She'd gotten used to video chatting with me, and because of her recent changes, she no longer wore pajamas when getting ready for bed.

So, I didn't need to ask her to undress; she was chatting with me naked! We were having a good time when her phone suddenly rang. She smiled as she picked it up, but her smile vanished after reading the message, and she seemed troubled.

"What's wrong?"

I asked quickly.

"It's a text from him!"

she replied.

Of course, I knew who "he" was.

I frowned. I hadn't expected him to text my wife so late. What was it about? I asked casually, and she didn't hide anything, telling me the contents of the text.

"He told me to go to the rooftop of my apartment building at midnight, and I'm not allowed to wear underwear, only pajamas."

Holy crap! This guy is too arrogant! Is he planning to have his wife sneak out at midnight and have sex on the roof? My apartment is in a low-rise building, sixteen stories high, and we live on the eighth floor.

If my wife goes to the rooftop in her pajamas without underwear, taking the elevator is definitely out of the question; does she have to climb the stairs? The rooftop is a terrace, easy to get to, and quite spacious; hardly anyone goes there, except maybe occasionally someone hangs out to air their bedding.

But no one would go there at night! "Did you agree?"

"Not yet!"

my wife said.

"Why? Aren't you very obedient to him? Have you ever done something like this before?"

"I've tried going out at night before, and I've done it outside. But I'm worried my husband will find out!"

"Are you unwilling to go, or are you worried your husband will find out?"

"Worried my husband will find out! It's midnight, my husband should be asleep by then, but what if he gets up in the middle of the night, or finds I'm not there and comes looking for me? If I go, I definitely won't be back so quickly, I'm a little worried. But I... I can't refuse, and... I also think it's quite exciting!"

Online, my wife has always been honest with me. The

fact that she said this proves she finds it exciting, and she still cares about what that man said.

However, at the same time, she also cares about me, which means... my position in her heart is basically equal to that person's now. Otherwise, she wouldn't hesitate. Even before, she would have agreed readily! "I'm logging off now. I need to think about this!"

My wife was probably a little confused. She said this and then logged off.

I logged off QQ as well, deleted the history, and then hesitated.

If I went to sleep, my wife would probably go.

If I didn't go to sleep, my wife definitely wouldn't be able to go.

What should I do? Should I let my wife go, or not let her go? My wife was conflicted, and so was I! If my wife went, she would definitely be fucked. Was I just going to watch my wife being fucked by someone else? But the image of that scene was quite exciting to me, and I even had the urge to see it with my own eyes.

After all, I had only ever learned about my wife and him online and through text, and I had never seen it with my own eyes.

He had been with my wife for three years and fucked her so many times. What's one more time? Besides, even if I didn't let my wife go this time, he would definitely find other opportunities to fuck her.

Given my wife's personality, even though we've become quite open with each other, she still craves excitement in sex. So, getting them to break up immediately will be difficult. It's better to understand her better so I can handle any situations promptly. Besides, while this guy has taken advantage of my wife quite a bit, without his guidance, she probably wouldn't be the way she is now.

Before, I was angry when my wife was cold towards me.

Now, I'm satisfied with our sex life, so I'm not so angry anymore. I know very well that without him, I probably couldn't have trained my wife to be so horny on my own.

Deep down, I still love my wife very much.

Unlike him, who just plays around with her, which better suits her sexual needs! However, I'm still a bit undecided. I happened to see Sister Zhang online on my regular QQ account, so I asked if it was convenient for her. After getting her reply,

I told her about my inner conflict.

"Sister Zhang, tell me... should I make my wife break up with that man?"

"Your wife has been good to you lately, hasn't she? Is your sex life harmonious? If you're satisfied with your normal life and sex life, why insist that your wife break up with him? If you were in her shoes, could you break up with me? Wouldn't you find other women?"

"Can you guarantee she'll never cheat? If you can, then do it. If you can't, then even if you make her break up with this person, she'll find someone else. In that case, you might as well let her stay with this person. When she gets tired of it, she'll break up with him herself! This is my personal experience. When I first found out my husband was having an affair, I often pressured him to break up, but after a while, a new woman would appear. Rather than that, it's better to let him find someone. I can feel more at ease. At least I know who he's with, which is better than you not knowing at all."

"I know what to do, thank you, Sister Zhang!"

Sister Zhang's words made me understand a principle: many things require personal choice. Just like my wife's change. If she didn't love me, she wouldn't be so eager to keep me just because she knows I'm having an affair.

If she doesn't want to give up that exciting desire, even if I can watch over her and stop her, I can't guarantee it will last a lifetime! As long as my wife doesn't make me feel unfairly treated, that's fine! At least now I can openly have sex with my wife, while he can only do it secretly.

My wife is very much like a man in this respect; she separates sex from love. As long as my wife loves me, what does it matter if she has sex with other people? If I love her, I should satisfy her! Since my wife has this sexual desire, and I can't satisfy her because of my role as her husband, what's wrong with me sacrificing a little? If I hadn't accidentally discovered my wife's secret, wouldn't she still do what she wanted? In fact, she wouldn't even satisfy me sexually.

Although there's some self-comforting element in this, I have indeed made a choice now, and I don't feel as conflicted as I thought! After all, even if I don't want to, what can I do? Thinking of this, I turned off the computer and went into the bedroom.

My wife wasn't playing on the computer at this time either, seemingly preparing to rest. She

was a little surprised to see me come in, wondering why I wasn't playing so early today! "I'm a little tired, especially sleepy, and I want to go to bed early!"

I explained, got into bed, and hugged my wife to sleep.

My wife was somewhat surprised, but didn't say anything.

Soon, the room fell silent, and I waited until midnight to see if she would come.

Chapter 6:

Although my wife lay down beside me, I could sense she wasn't at ease, tossing and turning, occasionally glancing at me. She was probably still hesitant, unable to make a decision. There were still three or four hours until midnight, a torment for both of us, but if I didn't go to sleep early, my wife probably wouldn't feel at ease.

For the first time, I realized that pretending to be asleep was also a painful thing.

Unconsciously, I drifted off to sleep, and after what seemed like an eternity, I vaguely heard my wife's voice.

My sleepiness vanished instantly, and I became wide awake. Listening carefully, I realized my wife seemed to be outside the bedroom; the door wasn't fully closed, and a faint light was shining in.

I pretended to turn over, squinting towards the door.

Unfortunately, I couldn't see my wife, only hear her intermittent, weak voice. She

seemed to be arguing about something; I vaguely heard her say something like, "No, what if she wakes up?"

Clearly, this call must have been from that man.

I wanted to listen carefully, but my wife's voice was too soft, probably because she didn't want me to hear.

I only vaguely heard that she seemed to compromise at the end, agreeing, and then I heard a word that shocked me! My wife actually called him "master"! Master! I had always thought that my wife and he were just friends with benefits or lovers, but I never imagined it was something deeper—a master-slave relationship.

My wife was actually willing to be that man's sex slave? No wonder she listened to him so much, letting him do whatever he wanted.

It seems that my wife's sexual desires are deeper than I imagined, and her fetishes are even more perverse! Seeing my wife seem to come in, I quickly closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep.

My wife came to my side and called me softly a few times, but I pretended not to hear.

Then I felt my wife stand next to me for a moment, then quietly look for something, and finally leave the bedroom! About a minute later, I heard the sound of the door opening, then closing slightly.

My wife was out! I quickly got up, put on my coat, turned on the bedside lamp, and grabbed a jacket. I

glanced around and saw my wife's pajamas were gone. I opened the bedroom door and saw that she had indeed left.

She was naked; her pajamas, though conservative, weren't very long, and with the slightest movement, her lower body would be visible.

She really had gone out like that! I found my keys, put on my shoes, and quietly opened the door, worried that she might have heard me if she hadn't gone far.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I confirmed no one was outside.

Then I hurried towards the stairs. The stairwell door was open; it seemed my wife had indeed taken the stairs.

The stairwell light was on, and I could faintly hear footsteps coming from upstairs—it was my wife! I hesitated for a moment, then tiptoed slowly after her.

I caught up with my wife around the twelfth floor, but I didn't dare get too close, keeping a floor's width apart. I followed her slowly until she reached the top floor and entered the rooftop. Only after the motion-sensor lights went out did I slowly climb up—yes, crawl. I didn't know what it was like up there; what if I was discovered? Crawling along the stairwell, peeking out slightly, I could see what was happening on the rooftop! My wife, wearing pajamas, stood with her back to me in front of a man. By the moonlight, I could vaguely make out that it was the man who had taken her to the budget hotel! "You should remember, you have to do what I say. I told you to come up at twelve, and you have to come up at twelve. Not only are you late, but you're also haggling with me. You seem to have forgotten your place!"

The man's voice was displeased.

My wife explained, "It's too dangerous. What if my husband finds out? I..."

Before she could finish, the man slapped her hard across the face.

I froze, a surge of anger rising within me. "

Damn it, you messed with my wife and even hit her! We've been married for so long, and I haven't even laid a finger on her!

" Just as I was about to rush over and teach that guy a lesson, my wife spoke up: "I'm sorry, Master, I was wrong!"

My wife wasn't angry, she wasn't furious, she actually admitted she was wrong? I was stunned! "What should you do if you're wrong?"

the man said in a deep voice. My

wife actually knelt down, kneeling in front of the man, and then raised her hands and started slapping herself in the face.

Is this...is this my wife? She's actually stooped to this level, not only taking a slap but also kneeling on the ground and slapping herself? I really wanted to see what my wife's expression was like.

"Do you remember your place now?"

the man said after my wife had slapped herself about ten times.

My wife said, "I remember, I am Master's sex slave."

"You slut, it seems I haven't trained you properly lately, making you forget your place. In front of me, you are just a sex slave, a whore. My words are holy decrees, you must obey,"

the man said.

"Yes, Master!"

"Take off your clothes."

The wife obediently took off her pajamas, revealing her naked body.

At this moment, the man raised his foot, seemingly kicking his wife.

I couldn't see it from my angle, but I could guess that he was stepping on his wife's breasts, his dirty leather shoes pressing down on her white, full breasts.

The wife didn't flinch, she didn't even dare to move.

My God, this bastard has trained his wife too well! "Is it good? Do you feel cheap? You slut, you love being humiliated like this by men, don't you? Being humiliated and played with like a whore, you slutty bitch!"

The man suddenly grabbed his wife's hair, forcing her to raise her head, and interrogated her.

"Yes, I... I'm a slut, I'm a slutty bitch!"

the wife answered in a trembling voice.

Surprisingly, she was quite decisive! "Then Master will play with you properly today, you slutty bitch, first lick Master's cock!"

the man said smugly.

The wife reached out and unzipped the man's pants, pulled out his penis, and immediately took it into her mouth and began to masturbate.

From my angle, although I couldn't see the genitals, the sight of my wife kneeling before him, her head bobbing up and down at his crotch, was still incredibly intense.

Although the anger in my heart hadn't subsided, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement! "I used to ask you to give me oral sex, but you wouldn't agree, you pretended to be innocent. And now look at you! So proactive, so slutty, licking me like this. Do you remember how you agreed to give your master oral sex in the first place?"

The man grabbed his wife's hair, forcefully shoving his penis deep into her throat and pressing it down hard. The wife gradually became uncomfortable, shaking her head and involuntarily pushing against the man's legs with her hands. Finally, the man released her.

The wife couldn't help but cough softly a few times in discomfort.

"I remember, I remember, Master slapped me ten times. I was satisfied with the beatings, so I agreed!" "

You begged me in a soft voice, but I wouldn't agree. He had to hit you and curse you before you'd agree. You're such a fucking slut! Born to be abused by men!"

the man cursed.

The wife nodded and then willingly took his penis into her mouth again! I was surprised to hear this. My wife said the first time was because he forced her to drink too much, so she definitely wouldn't have willingly given him oral sex.

So, it must have happened afterward. Ten slaps were enough to make her agree to oral sex. It seems my wife has a bit of a masochistic streak.

However, this method is probably only something that man would do. If it were me, I probably wouldn't have the heart to do it even knowing.

I guess that incident developed my wife's masochistic tendencies, which is why he got her, played with her for three years, and trained her to be completely submissive, willingly becoming her sex slave.

Just then, I noticed that the man had left my wife. She was still kneeling there, but the man walked away.

It was too dark for me to see what the man was doing. He returned after a while, and as he drew closer, I noticed he had two plastic clips in his hands.

I immediately realized he must have left some clothes drying on the rooftop.

The man walked over to his wife, bent down, and clipped the clips to her nipples. His wife trembled and gasped.

He then pulled a few times, causing her to shudder in pain, but she didn't utter a sound, not even a cry of pain.

He pulled hard on the clips, pulling her to her feet. He then spread her legs. In

the moonlight, I could clearly see him fondling her vulva, even inserting his fingers and fiddling with it.

His wife's body was almost pressed against him, emitting excited moans.

He showed no mercy, as if he wanted to damage her vulva. I felt a pang of heartache watching him, and at the same time, I was also somewhat aroused.

Under this barbaric act, the wife seemed even more excited, her moans growing louder, even murmuring for him to thrust harder, deeper! In the moonlight, drops of glistening vaginal fluid were clearly visible! Suddenly, her body trembled, her moans particularly clear in the quiet night.

Then, the man withdrew his hand, his fingers covered in vaginal fluid.

The wife, her expression dazed and panting, willingly opened her mouth and sucked on his fingers.

The man used his fingers to probe her lips for a moment, then made her take his penis into her mouth again, while his hands gripped the clamps. In this state of pain and excitement, the wife's oral sex was incredibly seductive, desperate, and almost obsessive.

It seemed the wife truly had a masochistic fetish; the more she was abused, the more excited she became! I thought he would finish after a while, but it lasted a full twenty minutes, without ejaculating or showing any intention of penetration.

The slurping sound of saliva was clear; the wife's mouth must have been sore by now, but since the man didn't speak, she didn't stop.

"Master, fuck...fuck me, I can't hold back anymore,"

the wife pleaded.

"Didn't you refuse to come before? Now you're begging me to fuck you. You really want your master's cock?"

"Yes, I want it!"

"Stand up!"

The wife stood up, and the man suddenly grabbed her left leg and lifted it up forcefully. Her leg was now on his body, forming a straight line.

The man held his wife in his arms, thrusting his lower body forward and penetrating her vagina.

Then, standing there, holding his wife, he fucked her hard.

This position is amazing! I've never even seen it in AVs.

Although there are many positions for face-to-face penetration, it usually involves holding a leg with one hand. To have it in a straight line, directly on the man's body, requires an incredible level of flexibility.

My wife has studied yoga and practiced dance for a while; otherwise, she couldn't possibly do this position.

I didn't expect my wife to be able to do it. I guess I'll have to try this position sometime; it feels so good! The man's ability is indeed strong; he thrusts quickly and hard, making my wife tremble and moan uncontrollably, completely enjoying the fucking.

Like a rapidly moving little motor, his penis thrust heavily in and out of her vagina with a thud.

He fucked her for almost half an hour before finally putting his wife down, then gesturing for her to kneel on the ground, and continuing in a doggy-style position.

Now, his wife was facing me.

I could see her expression—so dazed, so excited, her face contorted with pleasure and ecstasy as the man behind her thrust. Her eyes were completely closed, clearly immersed in the pleasure.

Her large breasts swayed constantly from the thrusting, the clips on her nipples bobbing back and forth. Slutty

! Bitch! I couldn't think of any other words to describe it; I was completely stunned by the scene.

"Ahhhhh, so hot, so much semen, shoot me, shoot me!"

My wife suddenly let out a high-pitched moan, so loud that it turned on the motion-activated lights in the hallway.

I was startled and quickly crouched down to listen intently.

"Clean me up properly."

The man's voice rang out, probably indicating he'd finished. I wanted to see, but I was afraid of being discovered, so I secretly prayed the lights would go out quickly.

Just one time, and it lasted almost an hour; this guy was really something.

Just then, the phone rang. It was the man. I heard him say, "Wife? Hmm, I'm outside, I'll be back in a bit. Okay, you can go to sleep now!"

Just then, the lights went out, and I quickly looked over.

I saw my wife licking that man's penis, and he was talking to her with a blissful expression! "Slut, are you enjoying being played with by your master?"

The man asked his wife after hanging up the phone.

My wife spat out his penis and said, "Yes, more, more enjoyable than usual!"

"Slut, the more perverted I am with you, the more you enjoy it, right? How should I play with you later?"

the man said smugly.

My wife hesitated for a moment and said, "Master, didn't your wife just call and tell you to go home? That's too much. Why don't you go back first? I... I'm worried my husband will find out. Next time, next time, can you let me have some fun with you?"

This made me very happy. Undoubtedly, my wife had already been satisfied, but she was still worried about me, so she took the opportunity to ask to end the session.

"Lick my penis hard, and I'll leave!"

The man, probably also considering his wife at home, didn't insist on staying.

My wife immediately nodded and continued to suck on the now-shrunken penis.

Seeing this, I figured it would end soon, so I decided to go back to avoid being discovered.

I glanced longingly at my wife kneeling on the rooftop, giving the man oral sex, her vagina still dripping with semen, before quietly going downstairs and returning home.

Once inside, I stood at the door, my mind finally sobering up from the earlier stimulation.

Spying on my wife having sex with another man, especially in such a humiliating and abusive way, shocked me. Looking back, it was indeed very exciting. Although I knew my wife was promiscuous and had someone else while chatting online, only seeing it with my own eyes could truly reveal its shock and give me a deeper understanding of her sexual desires.

I suddenly understood why my wife had kept it from me, why she had been so cold before.

She definitely didn't dare let me know about this fetish, let alone play with me, afraid I would think she was a pervert? Perhaps she also worried that I was like that man, only using him and abusing her

, not loving or cherishing him, so she didn't want to? Excitement, heartache, and a trace of understanding made my emotions very complicated.

I poured myself a glass of water to calm down and checked the time. It was almost two o'clock, and it had been more than ten minutes since I came back. Why hadn't my wife returned yet? Had she done it again? I hesitated and walked to the door, conflicted about whether to go out and check.

At that moment, I suddenly heard footsteps and faint moans.

She was coming downstairs! I couldn't resist peeking through the peephole. The first thing I saw was my wife's snow-white buttocks. She was on top of that man, her arms wrapped around his shoulders, her legs spread and clamped around his waist, their genitals tightly joined together.

How audacious! It would be one thing in heaven, but to do it here!

What if the neighbors came out? There would be nowhere to hide.

Originally, I only planned to take a quick look and then go back to my bedroom, but judging from their current state, they didn't seem to be coming in right away! This man was too bold; it looked like he was doing it in this position while getting off.

My wife actually agreed; wasn't she afraid? But given her attitude towards him, even if she was afraid, she probably wouldn't refuse.

This method was so perverse; my wife probably found it exciting and stimulating! I just stood there by the door, holding my breath and watching.

The man held my wife's buttocks with both hands, thrusting in and out.

Although my wife had covered her mouth, I could still hear the thrusting sounds and her moans.

Right there in front of the elevator, in front of my house, the man had sex with my wife for a good ten minutes. Suddenly, he put her down on the ground, ignoring how dirty it was, and started fucking her rapidly.

My wife was completely out of control; the noise was so loud I was worried it would wake the neighbors. I went to see what was going on.

After about two minutes, the man suddenly pulled out his penis.

He ejaculated! After ejaculating, the man actually straddled my wife's head, shoved his penis into her mouth and pounded it several times, then pulled it out and straightened his pants.

"Don't wipe the semen off. Go back like this. Also, the day after tomorrow—no, it's past midnight, it should be tomorrow—come to my shop, and don't wear underwear!"

After saying that, the man pressed the elevator button and went straight in and left.

My wife lay on the ground, somewhat dirty, her legs slightly parted, semen slowly flowing from her vagina.

This scene was too stimulating! It felt like she had been raped and then dumped here.

My wife slowly sat up from the floor, picked up her pajamas, wiped the dust off her body, put them on, and started fixing her hair.

It seemed she was about to go inside, so I quickly ran back to the bedroom, got into bed, and pretended to sleep.

After a while, I heard the door open, and then I felt my wife enter the room. She lay down beside me, looking at me. Perhaps she was relieved to find me unconscious.

She was thankful that I hadn't woken up! I lay flat on my back with my eyes closed, but my heart was pounding.

These past two hours were unimaginable to me. My wife was that man's sex slave, humiliated and abused, and I even knew her sexual fetishes. Most importantly, she hadn't cleaned up that man's semen; she had it on my bed! Images flashed through my mind. Suddenly, I reached out and grabbed my wife's breast. She seemed startled and whispered, "Husband?"

I didn't respond, pretending to be asleep and doing something meaningless, and began to knead her breast, even deliberately pinching her nipples.

I noticed that her nipples were flat, probably because of the clamps. When I pinched her nipples, my wife couldn't help but groan softly in pain.

These groans only excited me more; I suddenly wanted to penetrate her.

Her vagina still had that man's semen inside. If I penetrated her, wouldn't that be gang rape? This thought grew stronger, and I figured my wife wouldn't dare wake me.

With my eyes closed, I pulled down my pants. My wife seemed to see what I was doing, a little surprised, but didn't dare say a word. Then, I suddenly rolled over and pinned her down, pretending to talk in my sleep.

"Wife, I love you, I love your sexy look, I want to fuck you, I want to fuck you for the rest of my life!"

Immediately afterward, I thrust my hard penis into her vagina. Although I didn't feel anything special, I knew her vagina was filled with that man's semen. This indescribable feeling excited me immensely. I squeezed my wife's breasts with both hands, as if I wanted to burst them, and thrust my penis forcefully into her vagina.

At first, my wife tried to control herself, but perhaps because I was fucking her so good, she actually wrapped her arms around me and started moaning.

"Fuck me, fuck me, husband, I love you too, I'm willing to let you fuck me for a lifetime. Even if there are others, I only love you, I only love you…" My wife murmured in a daze, though her voice was soft, I still heard her.

The only person my wife loves is me, but I'm not the only one who can fuck her! As my semen shot into my wife's vagina, I groggily turned over, seemingly preparing to continue sleeping.

My wife breathed for a moment, glanced at me, and then I felt her move.

Was she going to take a shower, to clean herself up? I guessed, but I quickly realized I was wrong. Although my wife moved, she didn't leave, but bent down and knelt beside my legs. Then I felt my wet penis being taken into her mouth! My God, my wife was actually cleaning me! This surprised me greatly; I didn't expect my wife to do this willingly.

This definitely wasn't because of my wife's lust; she wouldn't do this with herself, because it's too risky, even though I was asleep.

Was it because of guilt? Had she been played with so much by her master, and now she wanted to make it up to me? I was about to go to sleep, but my wife's behavior suddenly gave me an idea.

I pretended to be still half asleep and opened my eyes, reaching out to touch my wife's head.

My wife was startled and looked up at me.

"Wife, you're so good. You even cleaned me up after we were done. It felt so good, keep going~" I mumbled sleepily.

My wife wasn't sure if I was fully awake, but she continued cleaning me up.

After a while, my wife got up and snuggled into my arms, softly calling out "Husband.

" I just hugged her and responded without saying anything.

The next morning, my wife was still asleep. Perhaps I had woken her up, because she mumbled, "What time is it? I'll go make you breakfast."

"I'll just buy some food. You can go back to sleep. Wife, I had a dream last night. I dreamt that I had sex with you, and afterwards you cleaned my penis,"

I said softly.

My wife gave me a charming look and said coquettishly, "That wasn't a dream. You were sleeping and suddenly rolled over and pressed down on me, and then... then you put it inside. After you were done, you just lay back down and went back to sleep. I was exhausted from all that you were doing, and I was worried that... your stuff would get dirty on the blanket, so... that's why I helped you!"

"Anyway, you're so good, my wife."

I kissed my wife on the cheek, glanced at her pajamas, which were a little dirty. My wife hadn't taken them off when she came back yesterday because she didn't want to, since her clothes were even dirtier.

On the rooftop and on the ground.

But I pretended not to notice, kissed her again, and then got dressed to go to work! After arriving at work, I glanced at my recent work schedule. Tomorrow, I'm free! That guy wants my wife to go to his shop tomorrow. Since it's daytime and I won't be home, she'll definitely go.

I've already decided that I'll tell my wife tomorrow that the company is closed and I don't need to go to work, and see what she does!

Chapter 7

My wife didn't come online until almost afternoon, and naturally, we started talking about yesterday's events. My wife said she went last night and told me what happened. Although I witnessed it myself, hearing her tell the story gave me a different feeling. Especially when she said that because she was worried about her husband finding out, it was too dangerous, but she couldn't refuse, this contradictory feeling was more exciting and thrilling than ever before!

That word "more" says it all.

She's definitely done it with the same man, using similar methods, but this time it's more exciting than before?

What does this mean? It means I have a higher place in her heart, because she cares about me and is concerned about me, which is why she finds it more exciting and thrilling than before!

My wife has rather unusual sexual preferences; she has masochistic tendencies. That kind of thrill, where danger and excitement coexist, is uncontrollable for her. She said that last night, when we were doing it at the door, she was so excited that she completely forgot everything!

"By the way, I probably won't be online tomorrow; I'm going out,"

my wife suddenly said after we finished talking.

"Going to see your master?"

I asked.

My wife hesitated for a moment before replying, "How do you know he's my master?"

"Of course I know, I've even heard you call him that yourself,"

I muttered to myself, then typed, "Just a guess. You're so obedient to him, he can play with you whenever he wants, treating you like a sex slave. Even if you don't acknowledge him as your master, his status is no different!" Hearing

this, my wife admitted it. That person was indeed her master, so I took the opportunity to ask what happened. My wife readily told me that she had become his sex slave shortly after meeting him, and their relationship had been established. "So, what are you planning to do tomorrow?"

I asked.

"He wants me to go to his shop tomorrow," my wife said. "Do you go often? How can you do anything at a shop?"

I was quite curious. If it were a hotel room or somewhere else, it would be fine, but at a shop, with people coming and going, how could you do anything?

"I don't go often. He only lets me go to the shop when his wife is out of town, or when he's sure she won't be coming. There's a storage room in the back of the shop, which is used for storing goods. I spend most of my time there!"

"I see. I guess there's nothing special about it. He just invites you over to get fucked. Would you be excited?"

My wife probably prefers those perverse forms of sex, but going to a shop would just be a different place to be fucked, not perverse at all. "I can't really say," she replied, "I'm more easily satisfied with physical arousal. It's mainly the mental stimulation, or maybe it's the sense of identity? It's hard to say. The same sex with him versus my husband, my body gets aroused, but the satisfaction is different!"

My wife seemed to think for a moment before answering.

Although this answer slightly annoyed me, I could understand. Having sex with her husband is perfectly natural; with others, she faces moral condemnation. Or perhaps my wife has a masochistic streak—not physical, but mental, enjoying the feeling of self-humiliation. Otherwise, with her beauty and a husband who loves her so much, she would never cheat on me and become someone else's sex slave.

At least, she knows her husband's place in her heart; she loves him, and that's enough for me!

After chatting for a while, it was almost time to leave work. I said goodbye to my wife, packed my things, and left the company. Back home, my wife seemed normal, and I didn't mention taking the day off. Everything was as usual. The next morning, my wife made breakfast and woke me up for work. After I ate, I told her that the company wasn't busy and I could take the day off!

My wife's expression changed instantly, but she quickly recovered.

"Honey, what are your plans for today?"

my wife asked.

"Nothing much, just want to stay home with you. What's wrong? Is something wrong?"

I asked deliberately.

My wife hesitated, "Nothing much, just made plans to go shopping with some friends. It's okay if you don't go."

"Oh, then don't go. It's rare for me to have a day off, stay home with me!"

I said.

My wife nodded and stayed home with me. Although she acted normally, I could sense that she was a little nervous. As time passed, around ten o'clock, my wife's phone suddenly rang. My wife glanced at me, picked up the phone somewhat awkwardly, hesitated for a moment, and then answered.

"Hello? Is this Xiaoli? Yes, my husband is off today, and I want to stay home with him, so... I can't be with you today. I'm sorry, let's do it another day!"

my wife said apologetically, though I couldn't hear what the other person was saying. But I knew it definitely wasn't Xiaoli; she knew she was going to see her master today, so how could she have made plans with someone else? This call was most likely from her master. It seemed my wife had rejected him, especially since I was home. After hanging up, my wife didn't seem unusual. She explained who had called, and then everything was normal.

I didn't say anything, and I was also curious to see if the man would agree after my wife's rejection, and whether he would continue to pester me. I watched TV, and my wife kept me company. After a while, I noticed my wife was playing with her phone, seemingly texting. No doubt, it was him! I didn't think much of it; there was still plenty of time, I'd see what my wife would choose!

We texted back and forth like this, and time passed slowly. Although we weren't doing anything, I didn't find it boring at all. Around noon, my wife went to cook, but she seemed distracted, occasionally texting, probably still bothered by the man. I could sense she was conflicted; on one hand, I was home and wanted to refuse him, but he kept pestering her, so she probably wanted to go too!

In the end, I don't know what text the man sent, but it probably made it impossible for her to refuse. After lunch, my wife hesitated for a long time before saying to me, "Honey, Xiaoli insists I go shopping with her, saying she's going out in a few days. Should I go with her and then come back early?"

"Oh, okay, then I'll take you!"

After so much hesitation, she finally agreed.

"No, no need, I can go by myself,"

my wife quickly refused. But I firmly said, "Anyway, I have nothing else to do. Since you're going shopping, I can take you there, have some tea with my friends, chat, and then pick you up."

"Well… okay!"

Seeing my determination, my wife didn't insist anymore, tidied herself up, and changed her clothes. When she came out, I glanced at her; she was wearing pants, but I didn't know if she was wearing underwear. The man seemed to have told her not to wear underwear!

After we went downstairs and got in the car, my wife mentioned a place. This place was near that man's clothing store. I drove my wife there, and when we arrived, I asked, "Where's Xiaoli?"

My wife explained that Xiaoli was on her way. I didn't say much, just told her to call me when she was done, and then drove away. My wife seemed relieved when I left, and then quickly walked towards the clothing store not far away. After driving a distance, I parked in a secluded spot and watched my wife go into the clothing store before following her!

This street is a semi-commercial street; the ground floor is all shops, but the upper floors are residential, and there's a community behind it. I remembered the location of the clothing store and went directly to the back of the community. Usually, these kinds of shops have windows at the back. I wanted to see if there was any possibility of peeping!

And believe it or not, I actually found one.

There was probably a warehouse at the back, so the back window was covered by curtains—keeping the valuables out of sight, after all. However, the cover wasn't completely sealed; there was a gap on the side through which one could peek inside. It was a small space, piled high with various bags filled with clothes. No one was inside. After a minute or two, I suddenly sensed someone enter, and then I saw my wife's figure in the middle, followed by a man's back!

Who was he? Without a doubt!

"So they were playing in the storeroom after all!"

I muttered to myself and hurried over.

Perhaps the soundproofing wasn't very good; I could hear their voices. After entering, my wife seemed to be constantly apologizing, saying that she refused to come because her husband was home and she was afraid he would suspect something. She eventually lied to him, saying she was shopping with friends and that he had personally brought her there.

"Is this how you apologize to your master?"

the man said.

My wife quickly shook her head, then took off her clothes, even her bra, revealing her large breasts. She then took off her pants, revealing her pubic hair. Sure enough, she wasn't wearing underwear! After undressing, my wife knelt on the ground, not just her knees, but her entire head. "You're kneeling perfectly!" The man, satisfied, placed his foot on his wife's head and looked down at her, saying, "That's more like it. Last time on your rooftop wasn't enough, and this time you're so late again. You're increasingly disregarding my words. If you care so much about your husband, then don't acknowledge me as your master anymore!"

"No, no! Master, I know I was wrong, please don't abandon me!"

the wife pleaded urgently, her voice filled with anxiety, as if she were truly terrified!

It seemed his wife had truly been trained; he had only said a few words lightly, yet she was so worried.

"Then we'll see how you perform,"

the man said, sitting down in a pile of clothes nearby. He then unzipped his pants, revealing his penis. The wife immediately crawled over, opened her mouth, and took it in, vigorously stroking it. At this moment, her plump, white buttocks were facing me, and I could clearly see that as she performed oral sex on the man, her vagina gradually became wet!

It seemed his wife was enjoying this sensation, her body unusually aroused!

While performing oral sex, she swayed her snow-white buttocks as if trying to please the man; her wanton behavior truly excited me. The man glanced at her, then suddenly pulled out a clothes rack from the side, somewhat triangular, the kind used to hold clothes. He placed his wife between his legs and began playing with her vagina using the clothes rack. His wife wasn't very tall, so it wasn't too difficult for him. Watching the clothes rack rub against the middle of his wife's snow-white buttocks, the pointed end even pushing into her vagina, I got hard instantly!

He's so damn good at this! His

wife gradually began to moan, her buttocks swaying even more. The clothes rack was so thick, it couldn't go in very far, but his wife seemed to be deliberately catering to him, actively moving closer each time he tried to penetrate, allowing the clothes rack to go in deeper! After

a while, the man moved his wife away. By this time, her mouth was covered in saliva, her eyes were hazy and yearning, fixed on the man's penis!

"Get up there!"

the man pointed to where they had just been sitting.

The wife immediately understood, sat down, and voluntarily spread her legs into a straight line. At this moment, the man had already squatted down, holding his penis, ready to insert it!

Because the man was blocking their lower bodies, I couldn't see. But from the man's movements and the wife's excited expression, I could tell that she was enjoying it very much. Yet her legs remained straight, without even trembling. The man was thrusting while squeezing his wife's breasts hard. When he got excited, he would even slap his wife's face, which only made her more excited. Even at orgasm, she would actively slap herself.

The slapping sounds were exceptionally loud, and soon her face was slightly red.

I was shocked by my wife's lewd behavior. Wasn't she afraid of leaving marks on her face and me questioning her? But judging from her appearance, I knew she had been thoroughly satisfied, just like that day at the doorstep, completely losing her ability to think!

The man thrust hard for about three or four hundred times, then suddenly squeezed his wife's breasts and began to pump rapidly. Immediately afterward, amidst his wife's high-pitched moans, the man left her side.

His wife's legs naturally lowered, revealing her vulva, which was now gaping open from being penetrated. Her dark, plump labia were parted, and milky white semen slowly flowed from her vagina. His wife arched her back, reached into her vagina, and collected the semen onto her fingers, then licked it with her tongue, finally sucking on her fingers.

I checked the time; only about forty minutes had passed. Was it really over already?

At that moment, I felt a pang of regret, as if I hadn't seen more of my wife's wanton side. Then, my wife cleaned the man's penis, and the man, pulling up his pants, seemed to leave.

Seeing that my wife didn't seem to be getting dressed, I guessed it wasn't over yet. Sure enough, a few minutes later, I saw the man come back in, carrying a bottle of drink. The bottle was unusual, with a long, narrow opening. The man drank with one hand and with the other, he pulled out his penis again. The wife leaned in and began sucking on the penis, drinking about half the bottle. Suddenly, he pulled her up, gesturing for her to lie upside down on the pile of clothes. Her legs were pressed against the wall, her head directly facing the man's penis. He moved closer, and she took the penis into her mouth, her arms wrapped around his waist.

Seemingly knowing what he was about to do, she spread her legs wide, forming a straight line, her movements as precise as a gymnast's. Then, the man took another large gulp of the drink, pouring the rest onto his wife's vulva.

Her labia, pubic hair, and pink vulva instantly became wet.

Next, he used two fingers to separate her vulva and inserted the bottle directly inside, the neck at least one and a half fingers long. Upon insertion, his wife couldn't help but moan. The man then began to thrust the bottle into his wife's vulva wantonly!

His wife, head tilted back, diligently sucked on the penis, her legs spread wide, the bottle inside her being rapidly pumped in and out—the scene was incredibly stimulating. Although I felt a pang of sympathy for my wife being played with like this, it undeniably gave me immense stimulation and excitement. Such methods of torment—not to mention whether I could do them, even if I could, my wife probably wouldn't accept them.

After all, I'm the husband, not the master!

Under the man's manipulation, my wife remained in a state of arousal. Then, the man seemed to have rested enough, supporting my wife's legs and pressing her down. He then straddled her clothes, pressing her buttocks down as he inserted his penis and began to thrust violently. My wife seemed to be struggling to breathe, and with each impact, I worried for her slender waist, fearing it might break.

But from my angle, I could see my wife's expression—an expression of excitement!

The second round began, and the man's stamina seemed to have increased. They changed positions several times, and his penis appeared to be covered in a white, congealed substance.

My mouth was dry from watching, and my penis was painfully hard. I checked the time; the second round had been going on for almost an hour, and the man still didn't seem to be going to ejaculate. My wife was already exhausted from being fucked, too weak to even moan, only letting out low groans. After another ten minutes or so, the man suddenly sped up, and even his exhausted wife started moaning again.

Then, he pulled out his penis but positioned his wife back in the initial position, making her upside down to clean his penis. The man then inserted a beverage bottle into her vagina again, thoroughly shoving his semen inside.

When the man released his wife, she collapsed limply to the ground. He then handed her the bottle, and she panted as she licked the semen off it with her pink tongue.

"I'm going on a trip in a few days. I'll deal with you properly when I get back,"

the man said, pulling up his pants.

My wife slumped to the ground, nodding weakly. It seemed like it was almost over, so I moved a little further away and took out my phone to call her. About ten seconds later, she answered.

"Are you and Xiaoli finished shopping? If you are, I'll come pick you up in a bit,"

I asked.

"Almost, almost,"

my wife asked weakly.

"What's wrong with your voice?"

"Nothing, probably just tired from shopping."

"Oh, where are you? I'll come pick you up,"

I asked.

"Just where you dropped me off!"

my wife replied.

"Okay."

Hanging up, I went over and glanced at her again; she had just put her phone away. I guessed it was over.

I turned and left, quickly returning to my car. About ten minutes later, I drove back to where we had been. My wife was already out, leaning wearily against a roadside tree. Her pants were gone; she was wearing a black lace-trimmed skirt!

Her long, slender, white legs were incredibly alluring!

I parked my car next to hers, and my wife quickly came over and got into the passenger seat.

"Where's Xiaoli?"

I asked.

"Xiaoli had to go, honey. You have no idea how much trouble Xiaoli causes; she almost exhausted me,"

my wife complained.

I thought to myself: It's not Xiaoli who's troublesome, it's your mistress!

"Huh? Why are you wearing a dress?"

I pretended to have just noticed and curiously touched my wife's exposed thigh. She flinched slightly, about to explain, when I suddenly lifted her skirt, exclaiming in surprise, "You...you're not wearing underwear? Where are your underwear?"

My wife hesitated, then feigned annoyance, saying, "It's all because of Xiaoli. She was thirsty while shopping and bought a drink, which soaked my pants, so I had to buy a skirt to change into. My underwear got wet, so I secretly threw it away. Anyway, you're picking me up, we'll be home soon, no one will know. I'll take a shower when we get home; I'm all sticky and uncomfortable!"

"Oh, I wondered when you became so open, daring to go shopping without underwear in a skirt! But you look so exciting! I'm going to fuck you when we get home!"

I said lecherously, feigning sudden realization.

My wife hesitated slightly, but still nodded. This made me even happier; at least, my wife wouldn't stop sleeping with me after sleeping with someone else!

After watching for so long, not only was my back aching from standing, but I was also incredibly frustrated. I was going to have a good release when I got home!

Back home, my wife took a shower, and as soon as she came out, I carried her to bed and we did it. Since my wife and I have become increasingly open about sex, she wasn't as provocative in bed, and I seemed to be in good shape, managing to go at it for an hour. Only after I was completely satisfied did I let her go. My wife, after being with her master for about three hours straight, was indeed exhausted and fell asleep on the bed afterward!

Just as I was about to leave the bedroom to go online and play some games, my wife's phone suddenly rang. I picked it up and saw it was a group notification from a chat app on her phone. It read: "

Entertainment Group Notification: Gathering the day after tomorrow at 6 PM, location: xx Club. Men pay 1000 RMB each, women free. Those interested can register or contact directly by phone at the time. Contact number: xxxxxxxxx, Name: Old K."

Seeing this notification, I was a little surprised. It was a group on a mobile chat app; just from the name, you could tell it was a place for men and women to have affairs. I'd heard a bit about that group; it's high-end, but also quite chaotic. And with a thousand yuan fee per man, it's definitely not just for eating and drinking; there must be another purpose. I rarely look through my wife's phone, so I never expected her to join such a group. I would have been shocked before, but now that I know another side of her, I'm not so surprised!

However, the name "Old K" sounds familiar, but I can't quite place it

. "It's so late; I'll be off work by then. My wife probably won't go, right?" (
Chapter 8, March 9th)

My wife was probably too tired; she slept straight through until the next morning. When I woke up, seeing my wife had already prepared breakfast, I couldn't help but think of her lewd side. It's hard to believe she has such a completely different side. Especially since she has no idea that I've discovered her secret side; this feeling really excites me.

"Don't rush to eat; I'll eat you first." "

My wife was only wearing pajamas, and I didn't hesitate to reach out and touch her. She scolded, 'Stop it, honey, you're going to be late for work. Hurry up and eat, we can finish when you get home tonight, okay?' '

I can't wait that long. I was supposed to rest at home yesterday, but you fell asleep after we only did it once. You have to make it up to me now.'

'What if I'm late?'

I suddenly remembered the image of that man yesterday drinking water while his wife gave him oral sex, and casually said, 'Then let's do it at the same time! I'll eat, and you'll give me oral sex. If I finish eating and ejaculate, then I'll go to work; if I don't, we'll keep going until I do. If you don't want me to be late, you'd better put in the effort!'

'Ugh, honey, why are you making me do such an embarrassing thing? Who does this while eating?'

my wife complained.

'Who says no one does? I… my colleague did it!'" "

I paused deliberately, then lied and said it was a colleague.

My wife's expression immediately changed. I had been vague, almost letting something slip, and she probably thought I'd done this with another woman. She'd done it many times before, but she needed a reason, a plausible reason, to justify it. Now that I said a colleague had done it, that was the perfect excuse. Besides, she was worried I had other women, and she didn't object to it herself, so she readily agreed. However, she pretended to be somewhat reluctant, emphasizing that it was only for this once, giving the impression that she was reluctantly agreeing.

I was naturally overjoyed, wanting my wife to feel that I was happy about her doing this. We went to the dining table, I took off my underwear, sat down, and spread my legs to eat. My wife hesitated for a moment, then squatted down, leaning over my legs and licking my penis.

'This won't do, it's blocking my arms, it's too inconvenient. Crawl under the table and then give me a blowjob.'" "

I said. My wife hesitated for a moment, then crawled under the table, knelt between my legs, grabbed my penis and stroked it a few times, then buried her head in her mouth and started sucking.

So good! Sitting there, head down watching my wife kneeling on the floor giving me oral sex, I was eating breakfast, though I had no idea what it tasted like; my attention was completely drawn to my wife below. But this feeling was so stimulating, especially the sense of conquest, it was definitely more satisfying than just having sex with a beautiful woman.

Having sex with a beautiful woman might excite many men and give them a sense of accomplishment, but having a beautiful woman give you oral sex while you eat, the sense of conquest is absolutely different! Although I knew my wife had done similar things with other men before, seeing her do this still made me feel very satisfied!

Now I increasingly feel that it was right for my wife to have someone else, to have trained her to be so slutty. And I, with just a few little tricks, can..." I enjoyed the same treatment without worrying about upsetting my wife by disciplining her. All she needed was a legitimate reason to do this.

I must say, her oral sex skills were amazing, especially in this atmosphere. Just as I was finishing my meal, I couldn't hold back any longer. I put down my chopsticks, pressed my wife's head down, and began to thrust rapidly. My wife knew I was about to ejaculate, resisted slightly, and then let me do as I pleased. I pressed

her head firmly against my crotch, my penis already deep in her throat, and thrust as I ejaculated. After catching my breath, I released her. She coughed incessantly, giving me reproachful looks, but I ignored her and made her lick my penis clean. After all, this was something she had already done for me, so she didn't object.

Crawling out from under the table, she glared at me reproachfully and hurriedly ran to the bathroom. I, however, finished my meal contentedly, then got dressed and prepared to go to work.

"Honey, Xiaoli wants to have dinner with me tomorrow night. I'm letting you know in advance so you won't complain that I didn't go with you,"

my wife said hurriedly before I left.

I asked, "What time?"

"Six o'clock, I guess!"

"Okay, then I won't be coming home after work tomorrow night. I'll just eat out with my colleagues. What time will you be back?"

I asked.

My wife hesitated and said, "I'm not sure. If she doesn't have any other plans, maybe eight or nine o'clock. If she has other plans, she might be later."

"Okay!"

I replied, and then went out.

When I arrived at the office, I didn't rush to go online. My wife said Xiaoli had invited me to dinner tomorrow, and considering the timing, I was certain it wasn't Xiaoli, but rather… the party I saw on my wife's phone last night.

I've always thought my wife only had that clothing store owner as a man, but now she's so readily planning to attend that party, it's clearly not the first time. That means I might be wearing more than one green hat!

But what I can't understand is, if my wife's desires are satisfied with her master, why would she go out and play with other people? My wife's sexual desire isn't that strong; her master and I should be enough to satisfy her.

If my wife is going, I probably won't be able to see it with my own eyes. If I can't see it, I won't have a way to learn more about my wife's secrets. The XX club is so high-end; they must have private rooms for their parties. How could I possibly see them? I suddenly thought of Sister Zhang. I don't know much about Sister Zhang, only that she's well-off, her husband is very capable, and he's often away from home. But Sister Zhang has many connections in society; I've asked her to help me with small things before, and she always did it easily. Besides, Sister Zhang already knew about my wife's situation, so there was no need to be embarrassed to talk about it.

I took out my phone and called Sister Zhang. After a while, she answered. Sister Zhang sounded a little sleepy. Just as I was about to speak, I heard a man's voice next to her, and I was immediately startled!

"Sister Zhang, is your husband home?"

"Yes, he's sleeping! Is something wrong? Just say it, it's okay."

"Really okay? What if my brother hears us? That wouldn't be good, would it?"

"It's fine!"

Sister Zhang said readily.

I thought about Sister Zhang's relationship with her husband. Since Sister Zhang had already said it, it shouldn't be a problem. Besides, I wasn't asking Sister Zhang to have sex; I just wanted to ask her something. Thinking about this, I told Sister Zhang about it: "Sister Zhang, do you know anyone at the XX Club? My wife is going to a party there tomorrow, and I suspect it's 'that kind' of a party, so I wanted to ask if you know anyone there, so you could help me find out more about it."

"Your wife is really something! I thought she just had other men, but I didn't expect her to be involved in group sex parties!"

Sister Zhang exclaimed in surprise.

I didn't deny it. Although I wasn't sure if it was group sex, the nature of those kinds of parties would likely involve something similar, right?

"I wouldn't be so sure about other places, but the XX Club is much easier. I'll come find you tomorrow and take you there directly,"

Sister Zhang said with a smile.

"Okay, thank you so much, Sister Zhang. I'll wait for your call tomorrow!"

Sister Zhang was indeed resourceful. After thanking her, we didn't talk much more.

**********

The next day, near the end of the workday, I received a call from Sister Zhang, asking me to come directly to the club to find her. I didn't drive, worried about my wife finding out, so I took a taxi. The clubhouse was located in a rather secluded area, a standalone building. When I arrived, Sister Zhang was already waiting at the entrance. I went over to greet her and said, "Sister Zhang, thank you for your help today. Could you please tell the owner or manager here to check which private room they booked and what the details are?" Sister

Zhang smiled and said, "The owner? Actually, I am the owner of this clubhouse. I'll have my people check it out in a bit!"

"Sister Zhang, you're the owner of this clubhouse?"

I asked in surprise.

I didn't know much about Sister Zhang's background, only that she was quite capable and her husband wasn't an ordinary person either. Sister Zhang explained, and I learned that her husband had opened this clubhouse specifically for her because he was worried she wouldn't have anything to do. No wonder Sister Zhang said on the phone that other places might not be able to handle it, but this clubhouse wouldn't be a problem. This was her place, so of course there was no problem! I have to say, it was quite a coincidence!

Since this was her place, the rest was much easier. Sister Zhang led me into the clubhouse to a room and had someone check it for me. After giving Old K his phone number and the booking time, they quickly found out he had booked room 205.

"Old K is a regular at the club, he often holds parties here. Because the club is afraid of trouble, they basically hide all the cameras. You can guess what kind of parties they hold without me explaining,"

Sister Zhang said, turning on the TV in the room. She then gave some instructions to the people below, and soon an image of a room appeared on the screen. I glanced at Sister Zhang, who smiled and explained, "This is room 205."

Sister Zhang fiddled with the screen, and it quickly changed into several smaller panels, each showing a different environment: the living room, bedroom, and bathroom—almost every corner was covered! This setup was similar to a hotel, but safer.

"Let me make this clear, no matter what happens, you can't cause trouble. Wait until they're done before you talk to them. Otherwise, it'll ruin my business. You know how clubs are,"

Sister Zhang warned. I nodded. What could happen? Nothing more than my wife being raped! I've seen it several times already; I can handle it.

After a while, two people suddenly appeared on the screen, a man and a woman. The man was handsome, but had a somewhat sleazy air about him, and looked to be around thirty. The woman was dressed in ordinary clothes; it was my wife, Tang Shan!

"Is this your wife?"

Seeing me staring at the screen, Sister Zhang immediately recognized her. After a few glances, she said approvingly, "She's good-looking, has a great figure, and is dressed so conservatively. She's definitely a closet pervert! This man must be Old K."

"So it's him!"

I stared at the man for a few moments, then suddenly remembered who he was. No wonder his name sounded so familiar; my wife had mentioned him before, and I had even met him once by chance. This guy was Xiao Li's first love; they were together for a long time, but broke up for some reason. After that, Xiao Li met her current husband and got married. How did my wife end up with him? I was puzzled!

At this moment, my wife and Old K were already sitting on the sofa on the screen. Old K was holding my wife in his arms and kissing her, his hands roaming freely over her body. It has to be said that the camera quality is really good; the image is very clear, and you can clearly see that the wife's expression is very enjoyable, seemingly aroused by his teasing. Judging from this, the wife and Old K have definitely slept together, and probably more than once! After

the wife and Old K were intimate for a while, Old K let go of the wife, and she stood up and started taking off her clothes. Before long, she was completely naked, and Old K took out a dress from his bag and handed it to her. The wife changed into it without wearing anything underneath. It was a red dress, but it was particularly revealing, especially the neckline, which was very low, exposing her cleavage and most of her breasts. The wife's breasts were already large and looked exceptionally perky; if the clothes were even slightly disheveled, her breasts would probably be exposed!

Old K casually handed the wife a transparent thong, which she put on and even showed it to Old K.

The wife had quite a bit of pubic hair, and the thong couldn't cover it at all, especially since the front strip of fabric was transparent, making it completely visible. Old K made his wife spread her legs, wedged the thong's string between her labia, then made her turn around, presenting her snow-white buttocks to him. He tightened the string, which was deeply embedded in her buttocks, and groped her a few times before slapping her hard. His wife trembled, turning her head to give him a seductive, sidelong glance.

"Your wife is really slutty, slutty than most prostitutes,"

Sister Zhang said.

I gave a wry smile. This is slutty? You have no idea how slutty my wife is with her master!

However, my wife's outfit was undeniably provocative, practically inviting unwanted attention. I wondered how many people would arrive soon, and what their expressions would be upon seeing her in such a flamboyant state!

After changing, my wife opened her bag to put on makeup, while Old K fiddled with his phone. Soon, she finished her makeup: smoky eyes, long eyelashes, foundation, and vibrant red lipstick. Combined with her current attire, the word "sexy" was insufficient to describe her.

Prostitute! That word involuntarily surfaced in my mind. My wife's current look was exactly that of a prostitute! However, this was the first time I'd seen my wife with such heavy makeup. She was naturally beautiful, usually appearing without makeup, occasionally with light makeup. This look was truly refreshing and stunning!

"Your wife is really something else. She's incredibly sexy when she's dressed like this, much better than some of the women in my club. If she worked at my club, she'd definitely make a fortune!"

Sister Zhang exclaimed. I didn't reply.

Old K seemed to be talking to his wife, his expression somewhat dissatisfied, but it probably wasn't directed at her. A while later, around six o'clock, people started coming in.

Three men, of varying heights and builds, but all relatively young, around twenty to thirty years old. They seemed quite familiar with his wife, quickly starting to flirt and occasionally touching her inappropriately, groping her arms or squeezing her breasts. His wife didn't seem offended; instead, she flirted with them. Regulars!

Amidst the laughter and conversation, the three men handed Old K money, which he counted before turning and leaving the room. Not long after, a waiter entered, bringing in some wine, fruit platters, and snacks. "They're starting already? Only three people? My wife, a woman alone?"

I wondered.

The scene showed them already drinking, with his wife sitting between them, also drinking. My wife doesn't usually drink much, and I don't really know her alcohol tolerance, but judging from how she accepts men's touches without hesitation, drinking glass after glass while chatting and laughing with them, she probably has a good alcohol tolerance.

"Your wife is quite the social butterfly! Did you notice? Even though she's sitting between two men, she manages to please all three without making anyone feel neglected. How do you feel watching your wife being taken advantage of and fawning over other men?"

Sister Zhang leaned closer, reached out and touched my crotch, then giggled, "Already hard? Looks like you're not that angry!"

I pulled Sister Zhang into my arms, looking at my wife fawning over everyone, and said with a wry smile, "What's the point of being angry? Since I love her, I should satisfy her! If I have to blame someone, I can only blame myself for falling in love with her." "

You've finally figured it out. Whether it's just playing around or pursuing desire, as long as she loves you and wants to live with you, that's enough. I think your wife is pretty much like a prostitute. Prostitutes treat sex as a job, she treats it as enjoyment, but that doesn't affect your love! Don't be fooled by her fawning over those men and being played with by them; maybe in your wife's heart, they're just tools for her pleasure!"

"Even so, it's still a bit unsettling to watch. Sister Zhang, help me release this pent-up desire!"

Seeing my wife's large breasts exposed, being squeezed and kneaded, her nipples being pulled forcefully, and even her buttocks exposed and being caressed, the scene had become increasingly lewd, and I couldn't resist any longer.

Sister Zhang smiled, reached out and unzipped my pants, then began to stroke my penis…

As Sister Zhang stroked it, my attention gradually drifted away from the screen, and I started touching Sister Zhang's breasts and helping her undress. Sister Zhang was slightly plumper than my wife, and her breasts weren't as large, but she possessed a seductive charm. After stripping Sister Zhang naked, I simply took off my own clothes, straddling the sofa, while Sister Zhang knelt on the sofa, bowing her head to lick my penis. I stroked Sister Zhang's hair with one hand and squeezed her buttocks with the other, slightly raising my head to watch the television.

In the video, my wife was lying on the laps of three men, her head resting between the legs of the man in the middle, moving back and forth, clearly performing oral sex. Her hand was raised, gripping and stroking the penis of the man next to her.

The other man was caressing my wife's thighs and buttocks, pulling on the string of her thong to tighten around her vagina, rubbing it repeatedly. My wife was satisfying the pleasure of three men all by herself!

Seeing my wife's energetic and seductive performance, I couldn't help but press Zhang Jie's head down, urging her to speed up her stroking, and squeezing her soft buttocks hard, even slapping them forcefully when excited.

This stimulation seemed to excite Zhang Jie, causing her to take my penis even deeper into her mouth. Perhaps women are born with a masochistic tendency; seeing Zhang Jie's reaction only fueled my rage. I pulled Zhang Jie closer to me, bent over, and spread her buttocks apart, rubbing them back and forth, her vagina opening and closing, gradually becoming wet.

"Stop...stop hitting me! Do you want to kill your Sister Zhang?"

Sister Zhang spat out the penis and gasped, scolding me.

I didn't respond at all, just pressed her head down and made her continue giving me oral sex, while my hand still slapped her a little. Sister Zhang didn't seem really angry. Seeing that I ignored her, she focused on giving me oral sex again.

At this time, my wife had gotten up from the three men and stood aside, taking a sip of her wine.

Old K, who had been watching from the side, suddenly put three playing cards on the table. The three men chose one, and one of them looked particularly excited. He then said something to my wife, and she took a step back, standing in front of the three men at the table. She then straightened her clothes, covered her breasts, and began to sway.

Dancing! My wife was actually dancing, and it was a striptease!

After we got married, my wife suddenly wanted to learn to dance for a while. I was worried that she would be bored at home, so I agreed.

However, after learning for a while, my wife said it wasn't interesting and stopped learning, and she never danced in front of me again. I always thought that my wife was just passing the time and didn't learn much. But now, seeing my wife dance, I realized I was wrong.

My wife dances exceptionally well; her every movement exudes captivating charm, especially her hands constantly caressing her body, her eyes filled with seductive allure, and her tongue frequently lingering around her lips. So sexy! Even sexier than professional strippers! Did my wife learn striptease in the first place?

Watching her clutch her clothes, seemingly wanting to reveal her breasts, yet deliberately delaying and teasing, completely controlling the men's desires, even I was getting impatient, eager for her to show them! Amidst the men's excitement, my wife finally revealed her two enormous breasts, cupping them in her hands, kneading them vigorously, even actively slapping them together—the scene was incredibly seductive! After

playing with her breasts for a while, my wife shifted her focus to her thong. It seemed the wife truly understood men, knowing what they wanted. Her hips swayed rhythmically as she slowly pulled down her thong, revealing it beneath her skirt. This seemed to excite the men even more, causing them to forget their drinks. Only when the thong was completely off and thrown at one of the men did they seem to breathe a sigh of relief and begin drinking.

The wife didn't stop; instead, she turned around, slightly sticking out her buttocks, and began swaying. As she swayed, she lifted her skirt, rolling it around her waist, fully exposing her plump buttocks. Shaking her buttocks, she forcefully spread them apart with her hands, as if to give them a clearer view. Then, she even deliberately slapped her buttocks provocatively. Watching her buttocks tremble as she was slapped—the scene was indescribable!

"Stop staring! I've been working on you for so long, my mouth is practically sore, aren't you going to do it?"

Sister Zhang said to me with a hint of complaint. I smiled apologetically. I was indeed too engrossed in watching. Sister Zhang has a strong sex drive; if it were any other time, I would have already started.

Sister Zhang straddled me, one hand on the sofa, the other rubbing my penis against her vulva. After a few rubs, she sat down. Wet! Sister Zhang's vulva was even wetter than I had imagined; she seemed excited too!

With both hands on the sofa, Sister Zhang's buttocks began to sway. That seductive energy, that pleasurable feeling, immediately drew my attention. I moved my hands between the two of them, grasping and kneading her breasts. Sister Zhang quickly began to moan with excitement.

Because Sister Zhang was sitting on me, blocking my view, I turned my head to look. In the scene, my wife had come to the sofa and sat on the person in the middle in the same position as Sister Zhang, her hands on the sofa, but her breasts pressed against that person's head. The difference was that her legs were spread wide apart in a split, with each leg held by someone on either side, and then she began to move with difficulty!

Chapter 9:

Sister Zhang's lust seemed to have been completely aroused. She straddled me, swaying her hips and squeezing my penis tightly, writhing back and forth. Several times I tried to turn my head to check on my wife, but Sister Zhang would reluctantly turn my head back. Finally, she even lowered her head and kissed me, completely blocking my view.

Sister Zhang was different from my wife; my wife was cheap, while Sister Zhang was slutty! Both were wives who excited men immensely. Although I was curious about what my wife was doing, I couldn't resist Sister Zhang's seductive appearance, so I focused on having sex with her. I gripped Sister Zhang's slightly fleshy waist and swayed her powerfully. Sister Zhang's moans rose and fell, and the area where our bodies were joined was already incredibly wet; even my testicles seemed to be covered in her juices!

"Harder, harder~" Sister Zhang, holding onto the sofa, lifted her long hair. I suddenly slapped her buttocks, and she groaned in pain, giving me a reproachful look: "Your wife is being taken advantage of, you can't take it out on me, can you?"

"Hmph!"

Sister Zhang's words stirred a strange emotion within me. I roughly pushed her head aside and looked at the television screen. My wife was being played with like a prostitute, her legs being held and swayed up and down, while a man's penis slid in and out of her thick pubic hair. This position made it impossible for her to maintain her balance; her entire upper body leaned against the man, her expression a mixture of pain and excitement.

Seeing my wife being played with in such a degrading position, a surge of anger rose within me. I raised my hand and slapped Sister Zhang's buttocks, and she groaned in reproach. At this moment, I was burning with rage, as if venting all my anger on Sister Zhang. Although she resisted a few times, it was useless. I was pounding into her while spanking her.

Gradually, Sister Zhang seemed to have gotten used to it, or perhaps she was enjoying it, because she stopped resisting and even reached orgasm under this rough treatment! I was also somewhat immersed in this pleasure. I lifted Sister Zhang off me and threw her on the sofa. I knelt on the sofa with one leg and supported myself on the ground with the other, spreading Sister Zhang's legs apart and pounding into her again. In

this excited state, I didn't know how long I pounded into her, I only knew that I was incredibly excited. I casually turned my head to look at the video and found that my wife and the others had moved from the living room to the large bed in the bedroom. My wife's clothes had been taken off, and she was now in a woman-on-top position, moving on top of a man. Two men were standing next to her, and my wife was holding two penises in her hands, sucking on both of them with her mouth.

Damn! This scene, usually only seen in adult videos, instantly overwhelmed me. I sped up, my penis thrusting rapidly in and out of Zhang Jie's vagina, white semen shooting directly into her. Zhang Jie gasped for breath, her hands clutching her breasts, her lower abdomen trembling.

When I pulled out, semen flowed out. After our intense encounter, I sat down wearily, panting. Zhang Jie wiped her vagina clean, then lit a cigarette for me, her face flushed, and nestled in my arms.

By this time, the men fucking my wife had changed. It seemed two men had already ejaculated, only one still thrusting vigorously. The other two smoked and caressed my wife's body, and she looked incredibly aroused. I knew a little about my wife's libido; her physical desires were easily satisfied, even just ten minutes was enough. With three men taking turns fucking her, she was probably already out of her mind!

About five or six minutes later, the man seemed to have ejaculated as well, but instead of inside his wife's vagina, he pulled out and ejaculated onto her breasts. Afterward, they left the bedroom, leaving his wife trembling and panting on the bed with her eyes closed, the semen slowly sliding down her breasts, seemingly oblivious. I knew she was completely exhausted.

The three men came out, put on their clothes, and talked to Old K about something. Judging from their lewd expressions, they were definitely commenting on his wife. Then the three men drank a couple of drinks and left. Thankfully, it was only once; if each of them had done it multiple times, his wife wouldn't have been able to take it!

"What are you thinking about?"

Seeing my silence, Sister Zhang looked up and asked.

"I'm thinking that Old K is such a bastard. Although I don't know how he got involved with my wife, it would be one thing if he just used her for himself, but he actually used her to make money. Sister Zhang, can you do me a favor?" I thought

for a moment and asked.

Sister Zhang snorted, "You beat me up so readily just now, and now you want my help? Tell me, what's the favor?"

"I want you to ask him how he got involved with my wife. I want to know what happened!"

"That's easy, I'll ask him in a bit."

Sister Zhang agreed, then quickly put on her clothes and left. Not long after, I saw Old K in the video seem to have left the room as well; I guess Sister Zhang went to ask him.

I smoked, watching my wife being gang-raped in the video, unsure how to react.

It was clear that my wife had consented! My wife's subservience, or rather, her sexual perversion, was deeper than I had imagined. Actually, I found myself not bothered by this, but I was worried about my wife's safety. Neither the master nor Old K seemed to care about her. If others didn't care, how could I, as her husband, not? I could satisfy my wife's desires, but I couldn't let her be in any danger. It seems I need to find a solution!

I lowered my head in thought. The door opened, and Sister Zhang walked in gracefully, seemingly having already found out what was going on. Seeing my anxious look, Sister Zhang smiled and said, "I've already found out for you. It's really hard to say. Old K is definitely a scoundrel, and your wife has only herself to blame!"

It turned out that Old K and Xiao Li were still having an affair and often slept together. But Xiao Li was afraid of being discovered by her husband, so she used my wife as a shield. So, sometimes the three of them would go out together. Over time, Old K developed feelings for my wife, and after a few attempts, he succeeded. After that, Old K frequently enjoyed himself with Xiao Li and my wife. My wife didn't want her best friend to know about this, and Old K was even more pleased. Thus, my wife became Old K's sex partner!

This relationship had started about a year ago. Later, Old K discovered that my wife was very promiscuous and could try all sorts of things in bed. Gradually, he questioned her, and my wife, having brought it on herself, actually told Old K about being someone's sex slave. After learning this, Old K had an idea. He then created this group, held events, and collected money from the group members.

At first, my wife disagreed, but Old K threatened to tell her husband, me, about her being a sex slave if she didn't agree. Finally, she had no choice but to agree. However, Old K didn't make things difficult for her; he just held one or two parties regularly, using her to earn some pocket money. My wife seemed to enjoy this, leading to the current situation.

After hearing this, I couldn't help but sigh. My wife was truly naive and foolish. How could she casually reveal her sexual slavery? Especially to someone who knew her background—not only was she a free sex partner, but she was also working as a prostitute for him! Although I knew my wife probably enjoyed it, I was still furious—furious at her naivety and foolishness, and furious at Old K for being such a scoundrel!

"Do you want your wife to break away from Old K?"

Sister Zhang asked.

I nodded. "That old K is obviously a scoundrel. He's using my wife to make money and probably doesn't care about her at all. If things get out of hand, I'm worried something might happen to my wife! But this isn't easy to resolve. If I intervene, my wife won't have to worry about being blackmailed, but the fact that I know her secret will probably be exposed. Although I know she's in the wrong, and I have no reason to feel guilty, some things, once said outright, won't feel natural anymore. At least... I still like this way of getting along!"

"If you want, I can help you solve this problem. I can make sure old K doesn't dare threaten your wife anymore, or even talk about it carelessly,"

Sister Zhang said with a smile. "However, old K is a member of the club, and from the club's perspective, he's patronized a lot of business. Teaching him a lesson would affect the club's business, so you have to give me some compensation."

"What compensation?"

"Not just old K, but I can also help you deal with your wife's employer!"

Sister Zhang said. "As for compensation, one million, I'll settle this for you!"

One million? This is no small sum for me. Although I really want my wife to break free from their control, I simply can't afford it. Sister Zhang is practically my mistress. She's already let me sleep with her, and she's helped me a lot, so I'm too embarrassed to ask for more.

“I know you don’t have that much money, so we can try another method: make your wife my sex slave!”

Sister Zhang’s words were shocking. I looked at her in surprise. Sister Zhang smiled and explained, “I find your wife quite interesting, and I suddenly want to have her as my sex slave for a while. Don’t you think it’s very fulfilling to have your husband as my lover and your wife as my sex slave?”

“Besides, you can accept your wife being so promiscuous, even being played by other men, just because you’re worried about her, right? If she becomes my sex slave, at least you can rest assured, right? Most importantly… if she becomes my sex slave, you can realize any desires you have through me. Your wife has always been someone else’s sex slave. Don’t you want to train your wife, so that on the surface you are her husband, but secretly you are her master? You can control your wife’s every move, even her behavior, at any time?”

Sister Zhang’s first words made me a little unhappy. I was Sister Zhang’s lover, but my wife was Sister Zhang’s sex slave. I couldn’t accept this identity. But what Sister Zhang said later made me a little tempted!

Knowing my wife's personality, even if Old K and her master's affair were resolved, she'd probably still find someone else. If she became Sister Zhang's sex slave, at least I wouldn't have to worry about anything happening to my wife; secondly, given Sister Zhang's status and the club, satisfying my wife's perverted desires would be easy. Of course, the most important thing is what Sister Zhang said: if my wife became her sex slave, it would mean she would also become my sex slave!

Since I discovered my wife's secret, I've always been an observer. If I could train my wife through Sister Zhang, it would indeed be a good choice.

"I want Old K to pay the price. As for that master, although he's also playing with my wife, it's consensual, and the methods are acceptable. As long as he stops bothering my wife in the future, that's fine! If you can do that, I'll agree to let my wife be your sex slave,"

I said after considering for a moment.

Sister Zhang smiled and said, "No problem, this Old K has no background at all, teaching him a lesson is too easy. However, I need to sign a sex slave agreement with you and your wife, separately, of course. The term isn't long, ten years! In ten years, your wife will only be in her thirties, the prime of her life. During these ten years, your wife must be my sex slave. Except for things that endanger her safety and health, or some basic necessities, she must unconditionally obey my orders, and her body belongs to me! Of course, I won't deprive you of your rights."

Sister Zhang's suggestion made me hesitate. I thought it would be a private decision, but I didn't expect to have to sign a contract: "I want to know what the contents are."

"That's easy!"

Sister Zhang said, turned and went out, and returned shortly with two contracts.

I looked at them, and they were clearly written as "Master-Slave Contract." This kind of contract is similar to the master-slave contracts online, simply stating that you are the other party's sex slave, must unconditionally obey the other party, and your body belongs to the other party. Of course, there are some minor changes, such as the agreed term and the penalty of five million yuan for breach of contract. The other document, which should be for me, is also a statement declaring that my wife will become Sister Zhang's sex slave. Unless it endangers my family or my wife's safety, I cannot prevent my wife from becoming a sex slave or comply with Sister Zhang's demands on her. Any breach of contract will also incur a penalty of five million!

"Have you read it? It's all written in detail here, you don't need to worry at all. As for the ten-year term and the penalty, after all, I helped you, and it was for the club's members, so I have to give you an explanation!"

Sister Zhang said.

I nodded. From the contract, there seemed to be no problem. I often deal with all sorts of contracts at work, and overall, this one seemed fair and without any traps.

"Of course, there's one thing I must make clear to you beforehand: if she becomes my sex slave, her body belongs to me. So, it's inevitable that she'll find men to have sex with her. I, a woman, won't satisfy her sexual desires. Secondly, your wife doesn't object to Old K using her to make money, so I'll do the same. But you can rest assured that the men I choose are definitely safe; they won't harass your wife or have any diseases. I can even give you information on each candidate. If you feel anyone is inappropriate, you can exclude them. In short, it won't cause any trouble in your daily lives."

"Furthermore, Old K will never give your wife any money, so I won't give her any either. I believe she won't have any problems with that. But I'll give you 30% of what she earns each time, as compensation,"

Sister Zhang added.

I gave a wry smile and said, "To be honest, Sister Zhang, you're suddenly talking so formally, like we're discussing business. It makes me a little uncomfortable."

"I understand," Sister Zhang said with a smile, "you're doing all this out of concern for your wife and to satisfy your desires. But what I'm doing is like you selling your wife to me, not really, just a more formal arrangement. Think about it carefully and you'll see the difference." I

nodded.

This contract was indeed better than my wife's current situation in every way. It was still being a sex slave, being used by others, and earning money for them, but at least with Sister Zhang, there was safety guaranteed, and I also received some income. Most importantly, I went from being an observer to a participant.

"Okay, I agree!"

I wasn't so mercenary as to sell my wife to Sister Zhang for money; otherwise, what would be the difference between me and Old K?

I'll take the money, but I won't touch it. I'll keep it and give it to my wife under some excuse

later. My attitude towards money is the same as my wife's. My wife doesn't let others play with her for money, and I'm not selling my wife to Sister Zhang for money either! "Okay, don't rush to sign the contract. Let's talk about it after your wife signs it. I'll get that done for you within three days. After three days, your wife will be my sex slave, and your sex slave too!"

Sister Zhang said with a smile. I nodded, looked at my wife's tired appearance on the screen, and prepared to go home first.

Back home, I played games, but my mind wasn't on them. Today's events were indeed a bit unexpected. I didn't expect my wife to be gang-raped by three men and even make money for Old K, let alone Sister Zhang's suggestion to come back. In the past, I was just an observer, feeling excited or angry about what happened to my wife, but now that I'm a participant, I find myself feeling a little uneasy.

I don't know how long it was before my wife came back, changed back into her original clothes, and looked a little tired. I noticed that my wife smelled nice, as if she had taken a shower, so I pretended to ask. My wife said that after drinking, she had nothing else to do, so she chatted with Xiaoli at her house and took a shower, leaving her smelling quite strongly of alcohol. Afterwards, she said she was tired and wanted to rest early. I naturally knew the reason, but I didn't expose her. My wife had been gang-raped by three men, and I didn't know if Old K had taken advantage of the situation after I left, so her exhaustion was understandable.

My wife didn't sleep naked, but in her pajamas, probably to avoid me noticing anything. I played some games in the study for a while, then went to bed. Sensing me getting into bed, my wife rolled over and snuggled into my arms, already fast asleep.

A woman's recovery ability is truly amazing. She was so tired yesterday, but when she woke up today, she seemed completely recovered, radiant. Speaking of which, Sister Zhang is indeed very efficient; she said she'd get things done within three days, and she did. Sister Zhang said she broke Old K's leg and kicked him out of the city, warning him not to talk nonsense!

This made me feel incredibly relieved, and I also admired Sister Zhang's methods—a leg, broken just like that.

But thinking about how scum he is, this is kind of karma. I wonder what will happen to Xiaoli. Speaking of which, I know Xiaoli a little; she's quite pretty, and her husband treats her well. With Lao K gone, maybe Xiaoli will focus on her husband and save her family!

As for the owner, he's away on a trip and hasn't returned yet, so Sister Zhang probably hasn't taken any action. But Sister Zhang said it's not a big problem; he'll handle everything once he gets back! Sister Zhang said my wife already knows about Lao K, but I secretly observed her for a long time and found she didn't react unusually, as if she knew nothing about it. It seems my wife has no feelings for Lao K at all; it makes no difference whether he's there or not. Later, I secretly checked my wife's phone; Lao K's group seems to have been disbanded.

Perhaps my wife was coerced by Lao K, or perhaps she liked the feeling, but she has no feelings for Lao K himself. This makes me very relieved and happy! Because no matter what my wife does, the person she loves is always me. This lessened my jealousy considerably. My wife used them as tools to satisfy her desires, so naturally I didn't need to be jealous of these tools.

After that, I went to work and came home as usual, and my wife and I were incredibly affectionate and inseparable. Sexually, my wife seemed to have become much more open. Although she had said some things were only for once, she only refused briefly before agreeing. Sometimes, when my wife was about to go to sleep, I would ask her to give me oral sex at a crucial moment in a game, and then we would have sex in the room after the game ended. My wife would refuse at first, but then agree. Or sometimes, when watching TV or movies, if there were any intimate scenes that aroused my desire, I would pull my wife into having sex.

Overall, my wife became more open, and life became more exciting. Compared to our honeymoon three years ago, it felt more like a honeymoon now, full of passion at all times!

A few days later, Sister Zhang called me to tell me that my wife's boyfriend had returned. Sister Zhang had arranged for him and my wife to meet at the club that evening to settle some matters, and asked if I was interested in going. I initially thought Sister Zhang would handle it privately, but she even brought my wife along. It seems she's planning to discuss it openly, and I don't know how she'll handle it.

After thinking about it, I decided to go and see. This guy isn't like Old K; I've seen my wife beg him not to abandon her before. My wife might not love him, but she definitely has feelings for him. I also want to know how my wife will react when she discovers her master has abandoned her! (
Chapter 10, March 9th)

When I arrived at the club and met Sister Zhang, my wife and her master hadn't arrived yet.

I asked Sister Zhang what she planned to do, but she mysteriously said I'd find out later.

It was the same room as last time, the TV was still on, showing a private room.

The slight difference was that this time there was a small speaker on the table. I was about to ask Sister Zhang what it was for, but she said they had already arrived and then left.

Not long after, several people appeared on the TV screen! It was none other than Sister Zhang, my wife Tang Shan, and her master! Immediately, I realized the purpose of the small speaker, because I could hear Sister Zhang urging them to sit down.

It seemed Sister Zhang had planted a bug beforehand, allowing me not only to see the footage but also to hear their conversation! My wife seemed to have dressed up specially, looking very beautiful. Usually, I wasn't home from work by this time, so she didn't call me with any excuse.

Her expression was calm, and she didn't act particularly intimate with her employer.

"I've already explained my purpose to you on the phone. Since you've brought her here, you must have agreed to my conditions,"

Sister Zhang said.

My wife's employer nodded quickly, seemingly somewhat afraid of Sister Zhang.

"Ms. Zhang, I understand your meaning. Since you've spoken, a mere woman is naturally a small matter!"

"Very good!"

Sister Zhang nodded in satisfaction, taking out a contract and a briefcase from the side! Opening the briefcase, she found it filled with RMB! “I know you’ve trained this woman for a long time, and I know you’re reluctant to give her up like this. Here’s 500,000 yuan; consider it payment for her! I know your shop is doing well, but your wife controls the finances. With this 500,000 yuan, you could probably train a few more sex slaves, right?”

The wife’s owner nodded repeatedly, seemingly without reluctance, though his expression became somewhat awkward when his wife was mentioned.

I never expected Sister Zhang to use such a direct method, selling his wife to him with money.

At this moment, the wife seemed to understand what was going on and immediately asked him, “What’s going on?”

Sister Zhang stood up and said, “You two talk first. Hopefully, the contract will be signed by the time I return!”

With that, Sister Zhang turned and left.

As soon as Sister Zhang left, the wife immediately said, "Master, what's going on? Are you going to sell me to her?"

The wife's master said, "That's right. I'm no longer your master, and I won't contact you again. Your master is that woman from earlier!"

"Why? Why are you doing this? Did I do something wrong? Master, I beg you, please don't abandon me. I'll do whatever you ask from now on."

Suddenly, his wife knelt on the ground, pleading with him! His wife's master shook his head, saying, "You don't understand. Do you know who that Ms. Zhang is? She's the owner of this club, and a powerful figure in this city with connections to both the legal and illegal worlds, wielding absolute power. Actually, I'm reluctant to part with you, you slut, but Ms. Zhang said I have no choice. From now on, if you obediently follow Ms. Zhang, you'll naturally receive plenty of benefits, and

you'll also have plenty of men!" "If I don't agree, she'll tell my wife about us, and I'll lose my place in this city. It might even lead to my family's ruin, you understand? Sign the papers, and from now on you'll be Ms. Zhang's sex slave!

Remember, before, when you were with me and disobeyed, I only tortured and humiliated you, you little slut.

But if you don't listen to Ms. Zhang, not only will your husband find out about you, but he'll be implicated too!" Hearing this, I felt a vague sense of goodwill towards this guy. Although he treated his wife like a plaything, at least he had some conscience and hadn't done anything dangerous to her! I just didn't expect Sister Zhang to have so much power. With just a word from her, he willingly gave up his wife as his sex slave.

But that's fine too; at least his wife shouldn't dare disobey Sister Zhang, and might even be more obedient than when she was with him!

His wife remained silent, seemingly unwilling.

Thinking about it, it's understandable. Suddenly being sold to someone else by the master she'd served for three years, especially a woman she couldn't afford to offend and whom she didn't know well.

It's normal for his wife to be unwilling.

After a moment of silence, his wife seemed to have made up her mind, stood up, and signed her name on the contract.

Seeing his wife sign, the man felt a sense of relief.

At this moment, Sister Zhang pushed open the door, glanced at the contract, and said with satisfaction, "Very good. From now on, this woman is my sex slave. You can take the money and leave. Also, I don't want to hear any rumors about her!"

"I promise I won't say anything, Mr. Zhang, don't worry!"

the man quickly assured her, glancing at his wife with some reluctance, before taking the money and leaving! After he left, Sister Zhang glanced at her anxious wife and said calmly, "Tang Shan, since you signed the contract, you'll be my sex slave for the next ten years! I might as well tell you, I just took a liking to your slutty appearance. I've investigated your past thoroughly, even I broke Old K's leg."

The wife nodded fearfully, "I...I know, Master!"

"As long as you behave well, I can keep your secret. Now take off your clothes and let me see what your figure is like!"

Sister Zhang said coldly.

The wife hesitated, probably still unaccustomed to it, but still obediently nodded and got up to take off her clothes one by one.

Seeing my wife standing naked before Sister Zhang, hands at her sides, head bowed, I was genuinely surprised that things were resolved so easily! But putting myself in her shoes, if I were my wife's master, facing someone like Sister Zhang who had power and influence, and connections in both the legal and illegal worlds, I probably would have had no choice but to agree.

As for the wife, her master had already sold her off, so even if she was unwilling, she had no choice. After all, she couldn't afford to offend this new master. If her previous relationship with that man was mutually satisfying and they kept their secrets, so there was no need to worry, then this new master was different; she had no choice but to agree! "Not bad figure, definitely has the capital to be slutty!"

Sister Zhang said, casually pinching the wife's breasts. It seemed she had quite the strength; the breasts were deformed.

The wife lowered her head, not daring to resist! "Kneel down!"

Sister Zhang suddenly shouted.

The wife immediately knelt on the ground. Sister Zhang casually lit a cigarette and smoked it, then stuck her foot out of her shoe and stomped on the wife's breasts a few times, before placing it on her shoulders! The wife knelt on the ground, not daring to move!

"I heard you're very slutty when you're being played with by other men, but very conservative with your husband? You're really shameless. Your husband treats you so well, but you refuse. Others humiliate you like that, but you satisfy them. Is that what you call a wife? Your husband is blind to have married you. If you ask me, you were born to be a prostitute!"

Sister Zhang cursed her wife while using her foot to lift her chin, forcing her head up.

The wife's expression was conflicted, as if she wanted to explain but dared not speak.

However, Sister Zhang didn't seem to intend for her to answer. Sister Zhang had analyzed her personality with me, and it was indeed true.

"I heard you're good at oral sex. Let me see how good you are!"

After saying that, Sister Zhang casually pulled down her panties from under her skirt, revealing her vulva and spreading her legs towards my wife! When Sister Zhang threw the panties aside, she deliberately looked towards the camera and smiled!

I knew she was doing it on purpose! I was also a little excited.

The wife moved between Zhang's legs and began licking her vulva with her tongue. Zhang, with her legs spread wide, smoked a cigarette in one hand and pressed her wife's head down with the other.

Soon, Zhang's heavy breathing became audible. The cigarette butt was carelessly tossed on the ground, and both hands remained on her wife's head.

The wife's tongue thrust in and out of Zhang's vagina. After a while, Zhang suddenly kicked her wife to the ground, then got up from the sofa and straddled her face. The wife seemed to have difficulty breathing, but continued licking, sometimes the vulva, sometimes Zhang's anus.

Although I couldn't see the specific details, the scene was already very exciting.

Because Zhang was facing her wife, her gaze was directly on her vulva! *Slap! Slap!* Zhang slapped her wife's groin a few times, and her legs immediately spread open.

"So much pubic hair, such thick labia, you're obviously a slut,"

Zhang said, then suddenly grabbed a handful of her wife's pubic hair.

The wife screamed in pain, but was pressed down again by Sister Zhang's buttocks! Sister Zhang snorted and began slapping the wife's vulva, slap slap slap! The sound was very crisp, and the wife trembled continuously from the blows. Finally, Sister Zhang completely spread the wife's legs, making them a straight line! The wife was very flexible, so this was not difficult for her at all! Then Sister Zhang released her hand and continued to slap the vulva, each time making the wife tremble, but her legs always remained in a straight line! "Well trained, not bad!"

Sister Zhang seemed somewhat amazed, because she herself could not do this! However, she was not gentle. From the video, you could see that the wife's vulva was already slightly red. I felt a little sorry for her, but then I noticed that the wife's labia were already parted and wet, and even Sister Zhang's hand was covered in her vaginal fluid. This feeling of sorry for her disappeared! Because the wife liked this kind of sadistic and humiliating method! After about forty or fifty slaps, Sister Zhang seemed to be a little tired and stood up from the wife.

My wife was panting, her face flushed, and her lips were wet. "Your oral skills are really good, they've made me want to have sex. You can masturbate here, I'm going to find a man to have some fun, and I'll discipline you when I get back!"

Sister Zhang said condescendingly, lifting her skirt and turning to leave. My wife hesitated for a moment, then slowly reached out and touched her breasts and vulva, actually starting to masturbate.

Immediately afterward, I felt the door open and Sister Zhang come in. As soon as she entered, she said urgently, "I can't take it anymore, your wife is too horny, she's making me unable to resist, hurry... hurry and fuck me!"

I was a little surprised, I didn't expect Sister Zhang to leave my wife behind and come to satisfy me, but I was indeed a little excited. Seeing Sister Zhang lift her skirt, I immediately unzipped my pants and took out my penis.

Sister Zhang fiddled with her gloved hand a few times, then eagerly sat on me and inserted my penis! It was very wet! I didn't know if it was my wife's saliva or Sister Zhang's vaginal fluid, but it was definitely incredibly wet! After inserting it, Sister Zhang started moving wildly, and moans began to emanate from her! Gradually, I even heard my wife's moans coming from the stereo. I turned my head and saw that my wife had already reached orgasm from masturbation.

Watching my wife shamelessly masturbating while I was having sex with another woman, this feeling was incredibly arousing.

Under Sister Zhang's frenzy and this stimulation, I lasted less than twenty minutes before ejaculating! However, Sister Zhang didn't clean herself up; she just pulled down her skirt and said to me, "I'll be back in a bit!"

After saying that, Sister Zhang turned and left, then went into my wife's room.

My wife seemed to have already had one orgasm, but she was still masturbating.

After Sister Zhang went in, she immediately straddled my wife's head.

"Lick, lick all the semen clean!"

I was immediately surprised. I didn't expect Sister Zhang to be so playful, actually making my wife lick my semen from her vagina!

Watching his wife diligently lick the semen flowing from Zhang Jie's vagina and eat it, Zhang Jie had no idea whose semen it belonged to. Especially since someone else had ejaculated inside Zhang Jie's vagina, and she was licking it out and eating it—this…this couldn't be described as just despicable! Once his wife had licked all the semen clean, Zhang Jie got off her and sat on the sofa, looking at his lustful wife, saying, "You can get dressed and leave now. Remember, I'll call you and tell you what to do!"

"Yes, Master!"

his wife replied breathlessly, getting up from the floor and putting on her clothes.

It was clear his wife was still aroused, and perhaps somewhat disappointed; after all, if the master were a man, he would definitely have sex with her after serving him.

After his wife left, Zhang Jie returned, carrying a contract that I needed to sign! It was something we had already agreed on, so naturally there were no problems. I quickly signed my name on it! "Okay, things are finally settled. From now on, your wife will be my sex slave. Speaking of which, she's been trained so well, giving that guy 500,000 yuan was definitely worth it! I have to make that money back from your wife. I can tell she's definitely submissive, enjoys being abused and humiliated, but she probably enjoys being played with by men even more! Did you see her expression when she left? She looked a bit resentful!"

Sister Zhang said.

"What do you plan to do?"

I asked.

"Actually, there are women in the club who specialize in serving customers, but they're all quite average-looking, and not as cheap as your wife. I'm sure she'll be popular. I'll put in a word with those guys who like to have fun and see if they're interested,"

Sister Zhang said.

"But let me make this clear first. This person definitely won't have any health problems or other issues. I'll give you the money proportionally! But once they're on their way, no matter what they do, you can't interfere until it's over! I have to make this clear to you!"

"Then you have to guarantee my wife is safe!"

"Of course, it's just for fun, not for killing anyone. What danger could there be? It's just humiliating and playing with them for their amusement. I'm sure your wife would prefer that!"

"That's fine!"

With Sister Zhang's guarantee, there shouldn't be any problem! "Of course, I know you definitely want to see your wife being played with. How about this, I'll film it for you every time, and you can come to my place to watch it regularly, okay?"

Sister Zhang was so understanding, I was naturally more than happy to agree.

Even knowing my wife was being played with was far less exciting than seeing it! "Actually, I have another idea. If she's really good after a while, I plan to have her work at the club. That way, it'll be legitimate, and she won't have to worry about you finding out."

Sister Zhang said.

"This..."

I hesitated.

Sister Zhang said, "Don't worry, it's not like I'm having your wife come here specifically to solicit customers. Even if she did, I probably wouldn't care about the money she made! She's just nominally working here as my secretary!"

I thought about it and agreed. This was good; firstly, with my wife by Sister Zhang's side, I could know her whereabouts at any time; secondly, I wouldn't have to worry about whether to expose her or not if she wasn't properly concealed! After leaving Sister Zhang's club, I glanced at the time and realized it was almost closing time. I deliberately wandered around outside for a bit, making sure it was close before going home. When I got home, I was shocked to find my wife cooking, wearing only her underwear and an apron!

Seeing me return, my wife smiled sweetly and said, "Go wash your hands, dinner will be ready soon!"

Seeing my wife dressed like this, and recalling what I had seen earlier, I had no appetite at all.

Although I had been with Sister Zhang once, my penis was still frighteningly hard! Of course, I took off my clothes, swaying my erect penis, and went straight over to hug my wife and kiss her.

My wife was already quite used to this kind of behavior lately, and she quickly responded. I hugged her while kneading her breasts beneath her apron, and soon I could feel she was aroused.

I ran my hand over her panties; they were already soaking wet.

"Do you want it?"

I asked my panting wife.

She nodded heavily. "Yes."

I pulled her legs up and placed them on my arms, a position exactly like when her master had sex with her on the rooftop.

She let out a soft moan, slightly unsteady on her feet. I led her to the corner and made her lean against the wall.

Then, pinching and kneading her already erect nipples, I said, "Pull down your panties yourself."

"Yes!"

she whispered, pulling her panties aside to reveal her wet vulva.

I thrust my penis in forcefully, and my wife immediately wrapped her arms around my neck in excitement! Watching my wife's legs rise and fall with my thrusts, her expression became wanton, her mouth slightly open, emitting soft moans.

"Baby, you're so sexy right now, I never thought you could do this position,"

I exclaimed, thrusting rapidly.

My wife responded breathlessly, "Honey, as long as you're satisfied."

This position was stimulating but demanding. My wife seemed to handle it with ease, but I was a bit short-lived, getting tired after about ten minutes.

I released my wife and lay down on the ground. My wife immediately squatted down, ready to sit, but I made her face me.

Looking at her smooth back and full buttocks, my wife held onto my legs and began to sway back and forth.

My penis went in and out of her vagina, and my wife's moans rose and fell.

Perhaps because this position was more liberating, my wife's lust was completely unleashed. Thump, thump, thump, thump, her buttocks slammed against me repeatedly, her frenzied movements seeming as if she wanted to break my penis.

It seemed that my wife's sexual desire had been aroused by Sister Zhang's abuse, but she wasn't satisfied, so she involuntarily expressed it on me.

In my wife's frenzied state, my feelings also gradually intensified, and I felt like I was about to ejaculate. I immediately got up, made my wife kneel on the ground, and then entered her from behind, thrusting rapidly.

Not long after… my wife’s moans grew louder, culminating in a few hysterical groans as semen was ejaculated, before gradually subsiding into silence, leaving only their heavy breathing! Having satisfied our desires, we tidied up before eating.

Feeling my wife’s docile yet alluring demeanor, I couldn’t resist having another round of intense sex that night.

I wondered how Sister Zhang would train my wife, but the company suddenly added new business, making me very busy. I didn’t have time to check on things until about a week later when I finally had some free time and hurriedly contacted Sister Zhang. Sister Zhang

kept her word and secretly recorded the training of my wife.

She sent me the videos directly online, along with a list! A list of men! Seeing this list, I guessed that these were probably the men Sister Zhang had chosen to play with my wife.

In other words, a list of clients!

Chapter 11:

Putting the list aside for now, I opened the videos Sister Zhang had sent. The video was a full three hours long, seemingly edited. It started with my wife, Tang Shan, being undressed and disciplined by Sister Zhang. The content wasn't particularly surprising; it resembled the lesbian humiliation scenes in Japanese AVs—kneeling, crawling, forced masturbation, giving Sister Zhang oral sex, and being humiliated by Sister Zhang's feet. Occasionally, there were scenes of my wife slapping herself and being trampled on by Sister Zhang. After watching the three-hour video, I had only one feeling!

Sister Zhang seemed to have never disciplined a woman before, which made her particularly interested. My wife's submissiveness was incredibly strong; she complied with whatever humiliation Sister Zhang used. The only thing I found interesting was that Sister Zhang seemed to deliberately prevent my wife's sexual desire from being satisfied. Watching my wife's aroused and unbearable state of being humiliated yet unable to find satisfaction was indeed very intriguing! I

imagine my wife must be very uncomfortable; the difference between a male and female master is quite significant!

These past few days, I've been quite busy with work, getting home late at night, and haven't had much opportunity for sex. My wife is probably already incredibly horny. Now Sister Zhang has already chosen her targets. Once my wife starts taking clients, her wantonness will be unimaginable!

It seems that although Sister Zhang isn't good at training, she has a knack for controlling others!

Even if my wife hadn't done this before, Sister Zhang's methods would surely make her succumb to desire and agree to be played with by men! I transferred the video to my personal hard drive before opening the list!

There weren't many people on the list, only eight in total, seemingly handpicked by Sister Zhang. Not only were their names, ages, and photos included, but even basic background information, health status, and marital status were clearly written! This information alone made me feel much more at ease; it seems Sister Zhang really put thought into her selections, avoiding any potential trouble!

These men varied in age, the oldest being fifty and the youngest around thirty. However, the only thing they had in common was that they were all wealthy and powerful upper-class individuals.

They were either wealthy CEOs or powerful officials. I used to think my wife's boss was quite impressive—a clothing store owner who earned a good amount each year—but compared to them, she was nowhere near their level!

Sister Zhang's identity is indeed extraordinary; otherwise, why would these people feel comfortable letting their wives hang out in an ordinary club? Even if it wasn't something serious like murder or arson, it wouldn't look good on them if word got out. For them to be so at ease, Sister Zhang must have something special.

However, I'm completely relieved. These people, with their status, definitely treat my wife like a plaything. Even though she's beautiful, she might not be attractive enough to them, so I don't need to worry about her romantic life.

Secondly, these influential people are just having fun and won't actively publicize it, which greatly protects my wife's privacy!

After reviewing the list, I contacted Sister Zhang and told her it was fine. Then I waited for her message!

I wonder how she'll arrange things—one person, or all eight?

Although I left work early today, I suddenly didn't want to go home. Given my wife's current desires, if I went home, we'd definitely have sex. And if she got satisfied, wouldn't she lose her sluttyness?

I've realized my mindset has changed drastically. From initial anger upon discovering my wife's infidelity, to later curiosity and a desire to understand more, and now, I'd rather spend time alone in a bar than go home and have sex with her just because she seemed so seductive while being with another man. Perhaps it's because of the alcohol, but I suddenly started reflecting on why this change happened.

My conclusion: "

One is influenced by one's surroundings!"

Before, I didn't know my wife's preferences and never thought I could tolerate her being played with by others. After learning about her preferences, I gradually seemed to be assimilated, starting down that path. The difference is, my wife enjoys being abused and humiliated, while I've become someone who expects my wife to become a slut!

I'm suddenly afraid. Afraid that when I truly confront my wife, I might not want to continue like this. How should I face it? How should I end this? It seems that this secret must be kept no matter what. Only in this way can I leave myself a way out, a way to withdraw at any time and return to my normal life!

As it got late, I went home. My wife seemed a little resentful when she saw that I was covered in alcohol, but she didn't say anything. She helped me take off my clothes and took me to the bathroom to shower. During this process, my wife intentionally or unintentionally teased me, her small hand always holding my penis. However, I refrained from responding. After showering, I lay on the bed, intending to fall asleep, but my wife climbed onto the bed and moved close to me, stroking my penis. Seeing that I didn't react much, she even crawled under the covers and started giving me oral sex.

Feeling my wife's small mouth serving me, and seeing the blankets moving, I finally couldn't hold back anymore. To hell with holding back! I just wanted to satisfy my wife's desire. Since my wife wanted it now, I should satisfy her, instead of deliberately ignoring it for the sake of "training" her!

Thinking this, I pulled my wife out of the covers. She seemed surprised by my actions, but I didn't explain. I pushed her onto the bed and thrust my erect penis into her already wet vagina, starting to pound into her roughly.

"Is it good?"

"Good...good, honey~ You, you weren't interested just now, were you? Why did you suddenly...suddenly do it like this?"

My wife trembled with excitement, panting as she replied.

"Because you, you little slut, wanted it,

you were horny, of course I have to satisfy you! I'm your husband, satisfying your desires is my duty, isn't it?" "Honey, you're so good, I love you to death. I want it, I'm going crazy! Ahhhhhh! Harder, honey, fuck me harder, satisfy me~~" My wife excitedly hugged my neck and kissed me passionately. My wife kissed me frantically, our breathing gradually becoming rapid. Her alluring moans and her proactive responses excited me as well.

If my wife were to display such a rare, infatuated state under another man, I wouldn't be doing him a favor. My purpose is to satisfy my wife, whether it's this kind of satisfaction or that perverse satisfaction we share in private.

We'd been at it for about half an hour when my semen erupted into her vagina like a volcanic eruption. The scalding semen made her gasp for breath, her hands clutching her breasts to her mouth, her lower abdomen trembling uncontrollably!

I went to get some tissues to clean her up, but suddenly she reached down and scooped the semen out of her vagina, then actually put it in her mouth and started sucking on it, her tongue entwining around her fingers. This startled me. Although my wife was more open than usual, this kind of behavior seemed to only occur in front of her master or other men.

"Honey, do you like me like this?"

my wife asked, her cheeks flushed.

I nodded quickly, "Yes, of course I like it! The more seductive you are, the more I like it! You know what? You look like this fills me with passion, I really want to fuck you hard again!"

"Then I'll lick you hard, and then you can fuck me, okay?"

After saying that, my wife suddenly got up and knelt between my legs, taking my penis in her mouth and stroking it. With my wife's vigorous stroking, I quickly got hard again. It seems that not only my wife had been holding back lately, but I had too! My wife got up and sat on me, her slender waist turning slightly, then she lay down and licked my nipples with her tongue, her buttocks starting to sway!

This time, it was almost entirely my wife who was taking the initiative. With each thrust, she would tease my nipples, sometimes pinching and rubbing her breasts, keeping me in a state of high excitement, yet without any effort.

It turns out my wife has such a knack for pleasing men!

Satisfied, both physically and mentally, I felt incredibly satisfied at this moment!

It seems my decision was indeed correct. As long as I satisfy my wife's desires, she will reciprocate, which is the most harmonious form of marital sex life!

However, my wife's desires, which she had been holding back for several days, have now been satisfied. I wonder what her performance will be like at the club!

The next day, I received a call from Sister Zhang at work. She said she had arranged for someone to receive my wife and asked if I was interested in going. I asked how many people were arranged and learned that there were two people coming, not just my wife, but several women. So many women vying for two men, it probably wouldn't be very interesting. I was hesitating whether to go or not when my boss suddenly ordered me to do something else. I could only tell Sister Zhang that I couldn't go and asked her to record it for me!

My boss seemed to know that I had been very busy lately and had just had some free time when I was given tasks to do again. He felt a little guilty and promised to give me a few days off to rest after this busy period.

When I finished my work, I realized it was already very late. Everyone in the company had already left, and I was the only one still working overtime. I glanced at my phone and found several missed calls. Sister Zhang had called twice, and my wife had called once. I thought for a moment and called my wife back first. She asked why I wasn't home yet, if I was still working overtime, and what time I'd be home. It seemed she'd already returned early. Although I'd finished my work, I made an excuse that I might have to wait a while, and told her to go to sleep if she was tired. After explaining, I called Sister Zhang. Sister Zhang knew I was at the company and told me to wait for her, saying she'd be over soon!

Sister Zhang arrived shortly after.

Not only did she bring a late-night snack, but she also brought the video recording.

I turned on the recording and watched while eating my snack. The two men were around forty years old, clearly successful people, and they were on that list. Four sexy women in cheongsams sat on either side of them, including my wife! Compared to the others, my wife wasn't the tallest, but her breasts were definitely the biggest, and the cheongsam looked incredibly seductive on her. The man she was with seemed very interested in her, groping her throughout the whole process, and at the end, he even had sex with her hard, ejaculating in her mouth and making her drink it with her alcohol.

"Your wife did a great job, didn't she? She stole the show from everyone else on her first client. We had another one scheduled, but as you saw, she was completely ignored. That guy even said he wanted her to serve him alone later!"

Sister Zhang said with a smile after I finished reading.

Although it wasn't particularly exciting to me—perhaps I've become immune to it—my wife's performances with her previous master were far more exaggerated—I have to admit that even so, she was the most outstanding. Her alluring charm, the way she acted during oral sex, the expression on her face when she drank the semen mixed with alcohol—it all emanated from her very being, unlike the others, who might have been faking it for various reasons!

My wife was genuinely satisfied, enjoying the pleasure!

"She's simply born to be a prostitute. In a high-end club, she'd be the top star. Even in a small massage parlor, she could easily support herself. To be honest, I've seen many very slutty and cheap women, but compared to your wife, they're all far inferior!"

Sister Zhang exclaimed.

“I’m probably going to be busy again soon, so I probably won’t be able to go in person. I’ll have to trouble you to record this for me,”

I said.

“If you do me now, I’ll tell you a secret! A secret about your wife!”

Sister Zhang said with a smile.

“What secret?”

I asked curiously.

“If you satisfy me, I’ll naturally tell you!”

Sister Zhang suddenly lifted her skirt, revealing that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. “I even took off my underwear in the car, but you were too busy looking at your slutty wife to notice me!”

Curious about my wife’s secret, and having just watched the recording, coupled with Sister Zhang’s bold move, I couldn’t resist anymore. I unzipped my pants, pulled out my penis, and made Sister Zhang give me oral sex! Sister Zhang’s oral sex skills weren’t as good as my wife’s, but it was enough to get me hard. I pulled Sister Zhang to the glass bed in the office, pressed her down on it, then, holding my penis, I spread her buttocks, thrust a few times, and finally inserted it into her wet vagina. Then I started fucking her hard.

This was my first time doing this in the office. Even though there was no one else in the company, it still felt very exciting, especially with Sister Zhang's moans being so wanton. I couldn't help but ejaculate after about twenty minutes.

"Why so fast? I'm not satisfied yet. But never mind, considering how well you performed just now, I'll leave it at that!"

Sister Zhang didn't let me wipe away the semen, simply straightened her skirt, and said. "If your wife can't have children, would you still guarantee you won't divorce her or have children with other men?"

"Why are you suddenly asking this?"

"Answer me!"

I thought for a moment and said, "It's alright for me. I haven't thought about this yet, but whether she can have children or not doesn't really matter to me. Sister Zhang, don't tell me my wife has a problem in that area and can't have children? We just think we're still young, so we haven't had children yet. My wife is taking long-term birth control pills, which have very few side effects. She can get pregnant once she stops taking the pills!"

"Of course not. I'm not talking about your wife. I'm just talking about myself. You know my husband and I have been married for many years and haven't had children. Later, we found out that I can't have children. Otherwise, do you think you could ejaculate inside me without a condom every time?"

Sister Zhang rolled her eyes at me and said, "As for your wife's secret, during the time you were married, besides her original master, Old K, and those men in the group who paid to have sex with your wife, your wife had another man!"

"What?"

This secret surprised me greatly; I hadn't expected it at all.

"It was probably around the time your wife was learning dance, less than two years into your marriage. The other man was a taxi driver, ten years older than her. Because your wife frequently took his taxi to dance classes, he hooked up with her! Your wife studied for about six months, and during that time they were very close. That man was very good at seducing women, and he seemed to have made your wife somewhat fall in love with him. However, later your wife seemed to realize it was just a physical relationship, which lasted on and off for about a year. Then, due to various factors, they broke up!"

Based on this timeline, doesn't that mean they just broke up not long ago? We've only been married for three years. We met over two years ago, and it lasted for a year, so it's exactly three years. If that's the case, then your wife was simultaneously dealing with his employer, Old K, those clients, this taxi driver, and me?

" Four men at once?

Now you know why your wife was so cold to you before, right? It wasn't just a pretense, or she was too reserved. It was because she was overwhelmed with other men, satisfied with her own company, and almost emotionally unfaithful. And you, you blockhead, didn't notice at all. Your career was on the rise, so that's why you acted like this!"

Sister Zhang scolded.

I understand now!

A confluence of factors led to the situation back then. I blame myself for being so stupid. Three years, a full three years, my wife was involved with four men, and I was completely oblivious. Now that I think about it, I'm definitely partly to blame. But that's the tragedy of ordinary people; work and family are never easy to balance!

"Let me tell you another secret: your wife's anus has never been penetrated. Many men who played with her, including her master, Old K, wanted to penetrate her anus, but she always refused. Do you know why?"

"Why?"

My wife was completely obedient to her master, enduring all sorts of perverse humiliations. How could he have penetrated her anus?

"That was the only time she wanted to give you, the only time she could give you! It shows she loves you, even when she's cold to you! I don't know how to describe her, her cheapness and her love for you are so contradictory!"

I was silent for a moment before asking, "Did she tell you all this?"

"I'm very curious about her experiences, and I know you want to know her secret, so I asked! How about we make a deal? I'll ask you anything you want to know, and you promise me one thing!"

"What is it?"

"A secret, something that won't affect you two, I'll tell you when the time is right!"

"Okay, I promise."

"By the way, you'd better fuck your wife's asshole soon, that guy said he wants your wife to serve him alone next time, he always likes to play with women's asses, I can't stop him then." After

Sister Zhang finished speaking, she smiled and waved, leaving the office like a butterfly.

I sat in my chair in silence for a long time. The secret Sister Zhang told me surprised me, and it made me feel increasingly complicated. I was starting to lose track of what had caused my wife to become like this. However, I know my wife loves me, and as long as I can satisfy her desires, that's enough!

But the fact that my wife saved her anal virginity for me is a pleasant surprise. Although I don't really care about virginity, and I knew she had boyfriends before we got together and wasn't a virgin anymore, I never expected her to save that place for me! The reason she's never mentioned it is probably because she's hesitant to bring it up, and also because our relationship was so different before!

"Looks like I need to hurry, I can't let anyone else have this first time!"

I muttered, packed my things, left the company, bought a small bottle of lubricant at a nearby adult store, and drove home!

Chapter 12:

The changes during this period have brought about many changes in my wife, gradually shedding her feigned sexual frigidity. When I got home, my wife was watching TV wearing only a pair of panties, her snow-white skin and large breasts looking very alluring! My wife swayed her breasts as she came over to help me take off my clothes, asking if I had eaten. I told her I had eaten at the company, and casually pinched her breasts a few times.

"Baby, do you love me?"

I asked, hugging my wife from behind and kneading her breasts with both hands.

My wife gasped as I touched her, and said reproachfully, "Silly boy, you're my husband, of course I love you!"

"Then, how about we try something exciting today? I heard anal sex is very stimulating, so I bought a bottle of lubricant. Shall we try it today?"

I whispered in my wife's ear.

My wife seemed surprised by my sudden request, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Honey, do you really want to try it? Then… then I promise you."

"Really? You're so sweet, baby!"

"Silly husband, I'm your wife, I belong to you completely. I'm going to take a shower first, you wait for me in bed!"

My wife gave me a coquettish look, then broke free from my embrace and went to the bathroom.

I quickly returned to the bedroom, placed the lubricant aside, feeling a little excited. My wife agreed so easily; it seemed I could try anal sex to my heart's content from now on. However, I wished I could take this opportunity to go further. After thinking for a moment, I suddenly got up and went to the wardrobe, rummaging through it until I found two pairs of stockings.

When my wife came out naked after showering, she was surprised to see the stockings on the bed: "Honey, do you want me to wear stockings while we're doing it? Why did you take out two?"

"You'll find out

in a bit." I grinned mischievously and pulled my wife onto the bed, making her assume a doggy-style position. Then I took her hands and placed them beside her legs, using the stockings to tie her hands and calves together. My wife then understood my intention, but she didn't resist. With her hands tied to her legs, she couldn't move, and her body involuntarily arched over the bed, her plump buttocks raised high. Her round buttocks and slightly wet vulva looked incredibly tempting!

Although my wife was already acting very seductive, she enjoys masochism, and I wanted to take this opportunity to gradually get her used to being abused by me during sex. I sat opposite my wife's buttocks and began to caress her buttocks with both hands. My wife's body couldn't help but tremble, and moans followed. Even simple binding seemed to have aroused my wife's desire intensely!

I gradually kneaded her buttocks with increasing force, forcefully spreading her pink anus like a blooming chrysanthemum. I opened the lubricant and poured it onto her anus, smearing it with my fingers and slowly inserting them. It was tight, as if resisting my entry. I didn't rush, slowly thrusting my fingers in and out of her anus, letting her get used to it and allowing the lubricant to penetrate deeper. Gradually, from a fingernail at first, to half a finger, and finally the whole finger inserted, my wife gradually adapted. I

suddenly slapped my wife's buttocks, causing them to tremble violently, and my wife let out a high-pitched moan.

"Don't move!"

I deliberately said sternly, and my wife immediately stopped moving.

My fingers slowly thrust in and out of my wife's anus, widening it, while my other hand was already on my wife's clitoris, stroking it. Under this stimulation, my wife's moans grew louder and louder, and her body trembled slightly, but only trembled, not daring to make any big movements. My wife's submissiveness is really strong!

Before long, my wife's vagina was already wet, overflowing with lustful fluid, and the entire vagina became wet and unbearable. If it were any other time, I would definitely be ready to penetrate, but now... my target is my wife's anus. Years of office work have naturally made my body not that strong. I had already come once with Sister Zhang before, and if I ejaculated again, I probably wouldn't be able to play with anus. If I don't succeed today, someone else might beat me to it!

Feeling that my wife's anus had been dilated enough, and my penis was already hard as a rock, I poured lubricant on my penis, spread it evenly, and guided my penis towards her anus.

"Ouch ouch ouch~" As soon as the glans entered, just as I was about to go deeper, my wife couldn't help but cry out in pain. I could feel her squeezing tightly, as if she wanted to break my penis.

Seeing my wife in so much pain, I felt a pang of pity, but I quickly dismissed the thought. I slowly began to thrust in and out, gradually getting used to the feeling, inserting little by little, deeper and deeper… until finally, my entire penis was inside her anus. At this point, my wife was stiff and dared not move an inch. From my angle, her anus looked as if it had been stretched to bursting.

“So thick, so big! Husband, I… I’m about to burst!”

my wife gasped, gripping her legs tightly.

I didn’t answer, because I was holding my breath! It was too tight; I was afraid I would lose control and ejaculate. I bent over, lying on top of my wife, touching her breasts to help my penis adjust to the feeling. After about five or six minutes, I felt it loosen a bit, not so tight anymore, and then I slowly began to thrust.

This feeling was incredible! Much more stimulating than vaginal penetration. I started to increase the speed of my thrusts, and my wife’s reaction became even more intense. However, since it was my wife's first time having anal sex, I didn't dare to be too rough. But seeing my wife tied up and unable to move, only able to stick her butt out and moan, the sense of conquest was particularly strong.

Thinking about my wife's masochistic tendencies and the humiliation she had suffered before, I couldn't help but get excited. While thrusting, I reached out and slapped my wife's buttocks. "Ah..."

As if I had scratched my wife's erogenous zone, the slap made her even more excited. Her mouth was open, and she kept moaning. She even subconsciously clenched her buttocks and swayed slightly.

"Little slut, you seem to like being spanked. Is it good?"

"Ugh, husband, you just bully me!"

"Is that so?"

I smirked and slapped her again. My wife moaned excitedly again. "Little slut, do you like being spanked?"

"Yes...yes! Husband, hurry...give it to me, I want it~" my wife replied breathlessly.

"Do you want me to fuck your asshole, or do you want me to spank you?"

I asked deliberately.

“I want...I want it all~” “Slut!”

I cursed, slapping her ass as I fucked her, the “slap slap slap” sounds were incredibly loud, and my wife became more and more excited, and the force of my slaps gradually increased. Before long, my wife’s ass was red from my slaps, but my wife didn’t seem to feel any pain, instead she was extremely satisfied.

“Slut, squeeze harder, squeeze your husband’s cock.”

I felt more and more excited, as if I was about to ejaculate, and I increased the speed of my thrusts while slapping my wife.

“Fuck me! Husband, fuck me! Fuck me harder~~ Ahhhhhh…”

“Slut, it feels so good to squeeze, I can’t take it anymore, I’m going to cum, cum in your ass!”

“Cum...cum inside, husband cum inside~~” I couldn’t hold back the stimulation anymore, one hand on my wife’s waist, my cock thrusting rapidly, the other hand trembling rapidly on my wife’s ass as if competing, my wife’s ass was being slapped so hard that her ass was clenched so tightly that my cock seemed about to be squeezed off.

Under such stimulation, after only about a hundred thrusts, I couldn't hold back any longer, and my scalding semen shot directly into my wife's anus. My wife let out a long, wanton moan, only stopping after the semen was completely inside, then panting heavily.

Pulling my penis out, watching her stretched pink anus twitch, the white semen slowly flowing out—this scene was incredibly pleasurable!

Reaching down, I untied her stockings, and my wife's body involuntarily collapsed. I spread her buttocks, watching the squeezed semen slowly flow out, before finally wiping her clean.

"Little slut, how does it feel?"

I lay down and hugged my wife.

My wife's expression was dazed, her eyes slightly open: "It hurts, it's so thick, so hot, it feels like it's been stretched open, like I'm about to be burned to death!"

"Is it good?"

I asked with a smile.

"Mmm!"

my wife responded softly.

Having experienced anal sex, and it being my wife's first time, I was truly satisfied. Even the resentment I felt towards her for having an affair with a taxi driver and even falling in love with him had vanished. I considered buying some adult toys to gradually get my wife to accept being abused by me, which would both make me feel psychologically balanced and satisfy her desires. While it certainly wouldn't be as extreme as a master-slave relationship, it would at least be a kind of fun!

The next morning, my wife couldn't help but complain, saying that her anus still felt very uncomfortable, with a tearing pain, and even going to the toilet felt strange. She complained that she would never let me do this again. However, I could tell that my wife was just being coquettish; if I suggested it, she would definitely agree. Even if she disagreed, it wouldn't matter; if I tied her up and treated her a little harshly, she would agree anyway.

Because of work, I was busy and came home very late every day, sometimes we would do it, sometimes not.

Although I was worried about my wife's situation, I didn't have time to do it myself. Fortunately, I learned about my wife's situation from Sister Zhang. Since his wife had officially started working as a hostess at the club, Sister Zhang was gradually arranging for her to work with the same people she had shown me before. The frequency of her services was low, averaging only once every one or two days. The rest of the time was spent with Sister Zhang training his wife, who gradually adapted to her new master's style and this lifestyle.

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