[Urban] Sea of Desire (Complete) - 19-21

Chapter 13.

That day, as usual, Sister Zhang sent me a video of my wife online and mentioned getting her a job at the club. This had been mentioned before, so I wasn't surprised.

"Tell your wife about this. It's a good opportunity for her to know we know each other. You can say you know me, or that someone introduced her, and ask her to work here. That way, she can legitimately come to the club, and it'll be easier for us to stay in touch."

"I'll think about it."

If I introduced my wife, she'd probably be very embarrassed, but it would certainly be quite exciting. As for my relationship with Sister Zhang, I wasn't worried. Everyone who goes out knows what's going on and how to behave. Besides, even if my wife found out, she probably wouldn't dare ask me, otherwise, her affair would be exposed! What

kind of atmosphere would it be if the three of us hung out together? My wife is Sister Zhang's sex slave, Sister Zhang is my lover, and I'm my wife's husband—this relationship is complicated and exciting!

Sister Zhang didn't press the issue; after chatting online for a few minutes, she went about her business. My wife was already home by then. I thought for a moment and logged into the QQ account I used to chat with her. I hadn't had much time to log in lately, and I found that my wife had left me several messages, all asking why I hadn't been online. It seemed that my wife considered me a good online friend, not just a casual buddy.

"I've been busy with work lately, haven't had time to go on QQ. What's wrong, you little slut, missing me?"

I replied.

Unexpectedly, my wife replied quickly: "I haven't been online for several days either. I'm a little reluctant to use this QQ account, but I just missed you a little."

"Haha, you little slut, you really missed me. Should I fly over and fuck you right now?"

I replied and clicked the video call link.

After connecting, my wife was kneeling on the bed, her breasts bare. "Why are you kneeling? I'm not your master, you don't need to greet me like this, do you?"

I said with a laugh.

"What? I was just getting tired of sitting, so I changed positions."

"It's been so long since I've seen your big breasts, I really miss them! But they look a little red, did someone pinch them?"

My wife's breasts were indeed a little red.

"Yeah, my master pinched them,"

my wife replied.

"Oh yeah, has your master been doing this to you lately?"

I deliberately started the conversation.

Wife: "No, I changed masters. My old master sold me to a very powerful mistress, and now she's the one training me."

"Mistress? She doesn't have a penis to fuck you! You're so slutty, are you satisfied?"

"She doesn't, but others do! She runs an entertainment club, and I... I serve the men she designates there."

"Ah? Isn't that being a prostitute? I never thought you, this little slut, this little bitch, would become a prostitute. Is it great? You're constantly being fucked by all sorts of men, isn't it satisfying?"

Wife replied: "It's alright, it's somewhat satisfying, and quite exciting, but it's all ordinary sex, a bit different from what I like."

"You like being abused and humiliated, ordinary sex doesn't appeal to you, does it?"

"Yeah, but there's nothing I can do, my master requires it, so I have to do it. Besides, she spent a lot of money to buy me, I guess she wanted me to make money for her!"

"Have you ever thought about finding another man? You're so slutty, finding a man isn't difficult, let him train you!"

I asked tentatively.

The wife hesitated for a moment before replying, "I haven't thought about it yet. Actually, my husband has recently become a bit more aware of things, and he sometimes abuses me during sex. Besides, if I secretly go to see men, my master will definitely find out. She's very shrewd; if she finds out, I'm doomed. I just hope that some of my future clients will enjoy sadomasochism, so I can still satisfy them."

"Oh, so when you're a client, are you ever played with by several men at the same time? Like gang rape or group sex?"

"Not yet, but I'm afraid it will happen in the future! Luckily, my husband suddenly got interested that day and wanted to have anal sex with me, otherwise, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to keep my virginity!"

the wife said.

"You said this was your first time having anal sex with your husband? No way, you've had so many men, and you were a sex slave for three years before, didn't your original master play with your anus?"

I asked, feigning surprise.

"No, he did mean it, but I never agreed. I like being abused and humiliated by you, but I wasn't a virgin when I was with my husband, so I always wanted to save it for him. However, I used to have a lot of fun, and my husband was busy, so our life wasn't very harmonious, which is why we never had anal sex. But last year I almost lost it!"

the wife said.

"Almost lost it? What happened?"

"I met a man before, a driver, and I felt he was pretty good, so we kept in touch. He always satisfied me during sex, you could say he was my type! Especially at that time, I was quite emotionally empty, and I almost fell in love with him. He wanted to have anal sex several times, but I refused, and he was a little unhappy. Later, he suggested that his friends join in, and I agreed." "

You had a threesome with them?"

Sister Zhang hadn't mentioned this. The wife was really slutty; letting the driver play with her was one thing, but even the driver's friends played with her!

“Yeah, I know they were just playing around, but the feeling was really good, so I agreed. But after a few times, they asked for anal sex, and even forced me. I told them I was fine with whatever they wanted, my vagina was fine with them, but not anal sex. They wouldn't agree, so I broke up with them!”

my wife said.

I couldn't help but sigh. I hadn't expected my wife to stick to this principle all this time!

“This isn't like you at all. You have no bottom line when it comes to sex! You were so aroused by them, yet you still insisted on not having anal sex, even going so far as to break up with them?”

I asked.

"I don't know. Maybe I was too stubborn back then. I always felt I should leave something for my husband, even if I was used up by other men, at least there was a place where my first time belonged to him. Actually, my feelings for my husband were really weak back then, but because of my stubbornness! It's like when I'm being trained, I accept whatever the other person says or does because I know I'm just their sex slave, their plaything. But with my husband, I also know I'm his wife, and even if the feelings are weak, I should still reserve something for him. However, that was just my thought back then. I'm very happy now; my first time anal sex was with my husband!"

The first part did make me a little sad. My wife was only holding back because she was obsessed with her status. But the second part made me feel much better. At least my wife loves me now. Although I feel something is wrong—that my wife doesn't love me after we're married—feelings can be cultivated. We were husband and wife in name, and I think I did a good job. But it was a series of reasons that led to the situation back then!

"My husband has been quite busy lately, and he hasn't gotten off work yet! I wanted to tell my master that once my husband is done, we can go out and have fun for a few days,"

my wife said excitedly.

I was also a little excited. I didn't expect my wife to have such an idea, to go out with me to relax.

After this busy period, I'll have some time, and it would be good to go on a trip. We didn't have a honeymoon when we got married because of work, so this is a good opportunity to make up for it. Plus, with our current relationship, it definitely counts as a honeymoon.

Understanding my wife's thoughts, I started thinking about how to respond. Although we don't have a lot of money, we do have enough for a trip. This time, we can really plan something and have a good time!

My wife's idea wasn't just something she casually mentioned to someone online. The next day, I received a call from Sister Zhang. She told me that my wife had asked her for a few days off, wanting to go on a trip with her husband in a while. Sister Zhang asked if it was my idea. When she learned it was my wife's own idea, Sister Zhang smiled and congratulated me, saying that our relationship was getting better and better, and my wife was finally not treating me like before. She even joked that now that my wife satisfies me in bed and is so good to me in general, would I break up with her and focus on spending time with her?

I could only smile wryly. If it were before, perhaps I would have done so. After all, Zhang Jie and I were just casual sex partners. But now, with my wife added to the picture, it's not just hard to break off the relationship; it'll probably only deepen!

Zhang Jie said she hadn't agreed to my wife's request yet, and asked me to take her to the club first so she could work there. She said I still had some free time, and I'd agree to her request for a break after I finished my work.

I thought about it and agreed. First, Zhang Jie hadn't arranged for my wife to frequently entertain clients; the frequency was probably even lower than when she used to play with her clients! Second, agreeing to this could only bring benefits, not harm.

I pondered how to tell my wife about her going back to work when I got home. After all, she hadn't worked since we got married, and suddenly bringing up work seemed a bit abrupt!

Having thought of a reason, I didn't rush to say anything when I got home; everything was as usual. After we finished, I hugged my wife and finally told her my idea. I told her I knew a woman who needed a secretary. The pay was good, the job was relatively relaxed, and she needed someone trustworthy. I asked if she was interested.

My wife immediately refused, probably worried about the time. She'd have to work during the day and come home at night, and she was concerned her employer would be unhappy. Seeing her expression, I guessed her concerns and, after a moment's thought, mentioned "Sister Zhang" and the name of the club.

My wife was stunned! She thought it was too much of a coincidence; she hadn't expected her husband to know her employer! Working elsewhere might not be an option, but working for her employer would be fine. However, she was also worried, probably afraid of her identity being exposed. She casually asked how I knew Sister Zhang, and I naturally said it was for work, a chance encounter. I even emphasized that Sister Zhang was someone important and powerful, telling my wife that being her secretary would be beneficial.

I wasn't quite sure what my wife was thinking, but in the end, she agreed to give it a try. Since she said she'd try, it was basically an agreement, just a reluctance to agree so readily—a reaction typical of a housewife who'd been at home for a long time.

I have to admit, my wife is a very contradictory person; sometimes she's clumsy, sometimes she's very clever!

"This is it. This club is quite high-class; not just anyone can come and go here. If you work here, you have to listen to Manager Zhang; do whatever she tells you to do."

I told my wife quite a bit as we walked to the club. She acted appropriately, seemingly a little nervous and apprehensive, nodding repeatedly to show she remembered my instructions.

Life is a stage, and everyone is acting. My wife was acting, and so was I. As a husband, although I knew that even without my instructions, my wife would do as she was told—after all, Manager Zhang was her boss—it would be a bit abnormal if I said anything!

Watching my wife, who clearly knew the place better than I did, yet pretending to be curious as she looked around, I found it quite amusing. Compared to my wife's three years of deception, this pretense didn't anger me at all; in fact, it intrigued me.

"You're here! Ms. Zhang is waiting in the room!"

A sexy-looking woman greeted my wife as she approached. My wife immediately panicked and didn't dare utter a sound. I recognized this woman; she was one of the women Ms. Zhang had arranged for my wife's first client!

Although she was clearly speaking to my wife, I couldn't ignore her. I smiled and said, "I didn't expect Ms. Zhang to have already made the arrangements. Let's go find her now."

With that, I took my wife's arm and led her inside. My wife secretly glanced at me a few times, perhaps sensing that I hadn't noticed anything, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Once inside the room and meeting Ms. Zhang, although we hadn't discussed our conversation beforehand or rehearsed our lines, it went very smoothly. Everything seemed like a genuine business meeting, and even my wife acted as if she were meeting Ms. Zhang for the first time. The wife's job was simple: Zhang Jie's secretary or assistant. Although she came every day, she only handled trivial matters; it wasn't tiring or strenuous, just the hours were irregular—sometimes very relaxed, sometimes very late. In short, she followed Zhang Jie's lead.

This was simply a prelude, a way to prepare for the future when the wife wouldn't be able to leave work on time due to the "training" process! They even specifically asked if she could drive, so she could work as a driver; she could use the car when not in use. The final salary offered was five thousand yuan a month, with bonuses for good performance. As for what constituted good performance, the three men present all knew perfectly well.

After asking the wife's opinion, she vaguely agreed. Zhang Jie told her to start work the next day, and the matter was basically settled.

I said, "Sister Zhang, I'm quite busy at work, so I took the day off. I have to go home soon. I'll have to trouble you to take care of my wife, Tang Shan. She doesn't have anything else to do, so why don't we let her stay here today to get acquainted with you, and then she can officially start work tomorrow?"

Sister Zhang, sensing my implied meaning, said, "That

's fine. Tang Shan can stay here today and wait in the room. I'll show her around in a bit. I'll see you out now." I nodded and told my wife. Neither Sister Zhang nor I could refuse, so my wife obediently nodded in agreement. Then Sister Zhang and I left the room.

Sister Zhang said, "You're something else! I was wondering how to keep her here, but you offered to do it yourself. Want to see her?"

I laughed and said, "You know I've been busy with work lately. I only got half a day off today. Whether my wife has any plans or not doesn't matter, I just missed you!"

"You're so smooth-talking. I don't believe you're doing this for me, but since you've kept her here, I'll arrange it for you. By the way, has your wife tried anal sex? That guy from last time has been really into her lately, always asking if I can do anal sex. Your wife's fine with it, but I need to ask you. If you're not willing, I won't arrange it,"

Sister Zhang said.

"If my wife agrees, I don't care!"

I didn't really expect my wife to give me her first time, especially after knowing her past experiences. Now that she's given me her first anal sex experience, I'm already very satisfied. If my wife is willing to try, I don't mind. Although it might seem like there's no place specifically for me, my wife truly belongs to me. Once I started treating those men as my wives, or even as a form of sexual sustenance, I wouldn't get angry about such things.

"Okay, I'll call him. I'm sure he'll come right away."

As she spoke, Sister Zhang led me to her private room—the one where I could watch the security camera. Once inside, Sister Zhang actually made a phone call. I listened as she told the man on the phone that she could have anal sex with my wife, and even discussed the price. Ten thousand! Ten thousand yuan just for anal sex! This surprised me greatly; I never imagined my wife was worth so much!

I subconsciously did the math. Sister Zhang said that 30% of my wife's earnings would go to me, which is 3,000 yuan!

3,000 yuan for one time! Although I don't care about the money, I was still surprised. Thinking back to when my wife worked for Old K, the price was so low, and she didn't even get paid. I couldn't help but think that it was better to stay with Sister Zhang! However, hearing Sister Zhang arrange for someone to have anal sex with my wife and discuss the price was still quite strange.

After hanging up the phone, Sister Zhang said, "He'll be here in a bit. I'll go tell your wife to take a shower, take off her clothes, and wait."

After Sister Zhang left, it suddenly dawned on me that my wife had gone from a sex slave to a prostitute! Although my wife had done this kind of thing before, and sex slaves were even more degrading than prostitutes, it had never been so blatant, with her having to shower, take off her clothes, and wait for someone to come and play with her!

Not long after, Sister Zhang returned, and the TV showed my wife taking a shower, already naked. Sister Zhang came in and sat seductively next to me, admiring my wife's shower while teasing me with subtle gestures. I wasn't polite to Sister Zhang, though I was a little surprised to learn of her prominent status. We were already familiar with each other, so it didn't bother me much.

I casually stripped her clothes off, pulled down my own pants, revealing my not-fully-erect penis. Sometimes, lovers or casual sex partners don't need much foreplay, or perhaps it's just a matter of mutual understanding! If you're with your wife and suddenly pull down your pants and make her perform oral sex, she might not be happy after a while, thinking her husband is going too far and has no romance. But with a lover, there's no need for that. Everyone knows it's for sexual release! If you try to talk about love, ideals, or ambitions, she won't be interested!

Sister Zhang's technique was very skilled, and her body exuded a strong sexual desire; she was a true slut in bed. Before meeting Sister Zhang, I had heard that she had had several lovers, but they had all broken up. Unlike my wife, who was surrounded by many men at the same time, Sister Zhang only had one lover at a time, and I had never heard of her engaging in threesomes or anything like that. Sister Zhang's slutry was different from my wife's!

Under Sister Zhang's care, my penis quickly became hard. After a few casual touches and some teasing, Sister Zhang was already dripping with lust, but instead of riding on top of me as usual, she turned her back to me, her buttocks facing me, and sat down with her hands on the table. As my penis entered her vagina, Sister Zhang began to sway. Her full buttocks and swaying waist aroused my desire. I held Sister Zhang's waist with one hand and reached down with the other to squeeze and pump her breasts.

At this time, my wife had finished showering, and the man had also arrived. After entering the house, my wife helped me take off my clothes, and then knelt in the living room to give the man oral sex. After a while, she was carried to the bed, where the man began to wantonly fondle her large breasts and vagina. Finally, he made her lie face down with her buttocks raised, and then used his fingers to play with her anus.

Under his ministrations, she was clearly aroused. He didn't use any lubricant, instead relying on her vaginal fluids and his own saliva for lubrication. Watching him slowly insert his penis into her anus, her pained yet excited expression was incredibly arousing. Although I had experienced it myself, I hadn't seen her expression. Now, as an observer, I realized how moving her expression was—a feeling that evoked pity yet also a urge to abuse her.

He was clearly a seasoned womanizer, or perhaps someone of high status; he didn't take women seriously at all. Instead, her pain only excited him more, and he thrust forcefully without any mercy! I can't deny that I felt sorry for her, but it was also incredibly arousing, because my wife probably felt the same way—painful yet excited!

I vented all my emotions on Sister Zhang, but she seemed more satisfied with my feelings, incredibly excited. Soon, both of our thighs were wet. Sister Zhang was also aroused, turning around to hug me and writhing wildly. I knew Sister Zhang liked this position, especially during orgasm; she would even actively writhe, knowing how to reach climax.

This showed that even in sex, Sister Zhang was the proactive, or rather, dominant type. My wife, on the other hand, preferred doggy style, because it was humiliating—a natural submissiveness!

After about twenty minutes, I ejaculated into Sister Zhang's vagina. She didn't get off me but held me, panting. The panting and sticky sweat felt incredibly pleasurable!

I glanced at the screen and saw that the man and his wife had moved from the bed to the bathroom, and his wife was helping him shower. "Is it over?"

I asked, surprised.

"What, not satisfied yet? He has other things to do! He came specifically because he heard he could have anal sex with your wife, and he'll leave when he's done. Don't let their seemingly carefree attitude fool you; they have plenty of things to do, they don't have time to spend here every day."

Sister Zhang glanced back and explained.

"Won't they get diseases if they do this without condoms all the time? This kind of promiscuous sex and internal ejaculation might be troublesome, right?"

I asked, frowning.

Sister Zhang said, "Don't worry, the club will give them regular checkups. Also, this is just the beginning. They know the women the club brings in are all respectable women at first, so they dare not let them use condoms. They do this often, so they naturally know to use condoms. This is because they trust my club, they know they're all good quality and are just trying something new. Anyway, don't worry, since I promised you, I definitely won't let her have any problems!"

I nodded; I trusted Sister Zhang's words.

“It’s almost time, I have to go back to work. My wife will be with you from now on, so I’ll need to trouble you to take care of her. I’ll be done in a few days, and I’ll have about five or six days to take her out for a break,”

I said in advance.

“Okay, she can tell me then, and I’ll agree,”

Sister Zhang said.

Back at the company, I got busy again, trying to finish my work as soon as possible, and before I knew it, it was late. When I got home, my wife seemed fine; she probably wasn’t very comfortable after the anal sex, so I didn’t ask her to have sex with me. The next day, my wife officially started working at the club, while I continued working. Occasionally, Sister Zhang would send me a few videos, all of them of my wife serving clients.

Perhaps because my wife was now officially working at the club, Sister Zhang was arranging for her to have sex a little more frequently than usual. From the videos, it seemed that after my wife’s anal sex was over, Sister Zhang had also made arrangements with those men, so my wife was anally sexed several times. However, since those men couldn’t all come at the same time, there were no gang rapes; at most, it was just two men. However, all the men on the list of clients that Sister Zhang sent me had already slept with my wife!

When I got home, I naturally asked my wife what she had been busy with. She replied that she was with Sister Zhang, helping her with simple tasks, or driving for her; most of the time she was quite free. But

that wasn't the whole story. Besides seeing clients and driving, Sister Zhang spent the rest of her time "training" my wife. Not in a deliberate way, but rather in everyday life, whether intentionally or not, deepening my wife's submissiveness and making her obey any of Sister Zhang's commands. My wife was becoming increasingly embracing this role!

Finally, the busy workday was over. I told my boss I wanted to take leave, and he generously approved it, giving me a full seven-day vacation! We'd already chosen a destination—a not-too-distant seaside city. When I told my wife about it when I got home, she was very excited because she had the same idea. She had originally hoped Sister Zhang would give her leave, but I had brought it up myself. My wife said it was a perfect understanding!

It was clear my wife was really looking forward to the trip! However, she was also a little worried that her employer wouldn't give her time off, so the next morning she went to the clubhouse to ask Sister Zhang for leave. I don't know what she said, but I do know that Sister Zhang granted my wife seven days off.

With the holiday decided and the destination booked, my wife and I packed our things and set off!

The destination wasn't too far, only about half a day's drive away. I had booked the hotel online beforehand. After settling in, we went out for a quick bite to eat, and our second honeymoon—or rather, our real honeymoon—began!

The beach was definitely a must-see. We hadn't brought swimsuits, but they were readily available, so my wife and I bought one while shopping. Naturally, I wanted her to buy a bikini, but she said it was too revealing. In the end, we chose a blue and white swimsuit. The top resembled a bra, but with a neck strap. Because the swimsuit wasn't one-piece, it had triangular leggings underneath, and a frayed overlay like a skirt. The style wasn't revealing, but it was enough to perfectly accentuate my wife's figure.

My wife's smooth, flat stomach was exposed, but her enormous breasts were incredibly alluring. Wearing a swimsuit, her cleavage was clearly visible, and a good portion of her fair breasts was revealed. Although everything that should be covered was covered, it still gave off a very sexy and revealing feeling. I couldn't help it; my wife's breasts were just too tempting!

"Honey, if you go to the beach like this tomorrow, you'll definitely be the center of attention. All the other women will be overshadowed by you. You're so beautiful!"

In the hotel, my wife showed me her swimsuit, and I couldn't help but exclaim in amazement. My

wife smiled and said, "Really? Didn't you say that bikini was even prettier?"

I laughed and said, "The bikini is pretty, but this one is nice too!"

"Honey, if you like seeing me in a bikini, I'll buy it later, but… I can only wear it at home for you to see!"

my wife said.

"Honey, you're so sweet,"

I said happily.

My wife changed out of her swimsuit, then climbed naked onto the bed and hugged me. Before I could say anything, she had already taken the initiative to grab my penis and start stroking it, then she crawled down and started sucking it with her mouth. My wife is becoming more and more relaxed with me now, without any inhibitions. Plus, it wasn't the familiar environment of home, and with her actively pursuing me, we didn't fall asleep until the wee hours of the morning! We woke

up the next day around noon. After lunch, I took my wife to the aquarium. We didn't return to the hotel until almost sunset to change into our swimsuits and head to the beach.

Changing outdoors at the beach isn't very convenient, so my wife wore her swimsuit directly, but with a thin jacket over her upper body. Her lower body was a skirt, and while her long legs were beautiful, they weren't too revealing. When we arrived at the beach, there weren't many people, just a few here and there. Perhaps it wasn't peak tourist season. The edges were covered in fine golden sand, which became a bit muddy after the tide went out, and the waves weren't strong.

My wife seemed to really enjoy the beach. As soon as we got close, she started playing in the sand. Perhaps feeling how soft the sand was, she even took off her shoes, her fair feet splashing around in the sand. After a while, her feet were covered in mud.

"Honey, I want to play in the water!"

she called out to me.

"Then take off your coat and give it to me, so you don't get wet."

"Okay!"

My wife nodded, took off her coat and handed it to me, then happily ran towards the beach.

As soon as her coat was off, her large breasts were revealed. With each step she took, her breasts swayed, looking incredibly alluring! I stood to the side, holding her coat and shoes, and secretly observed her. I noticed that everyone around seemed to be staring at her. Men! Before, when she was wearing her coat, they hadn't paid attention, but now that she was in her swimsuit, they were focusing on her large breasts!

My wife obviously didn't notice any of this and was already playing in the water. But even if she had, she probably wouldn't have cared! Seeing that my wife was already wet, her swimsuit clung tightly to her body, making her look even more sexy, especially her breasts, which were now fully revealed by the wet swimsuit!

Watching her gradually swim further into the water, already quite far away, I sat down on the beach and gazed at her in the distance. My wife could swim, though not very skillfully. The waves weren't too big, so she tried swimming.

At that moment, I suddenly noticed a young man who had been resting nearby suddenly stand up. He was wearing black, tight-fitting swim trunks and had a somewhat muscular build. He walked to the shore, put on his goggles, and started swimming. After a few strokes, he seemed to begin moving closer to my wife!

This guy was going for my wife—was he deliberately spying? Or trying to flirt? I frowned slightly, but said nothing. I was still here; neither he nor my wife would dare to do anything, right?

Chapter 14

Sure enough, the young man stopped near my wife and swam around there. My wife clearly noticed him and tried to move away, but the guy kept following her. Why swim right next to her when there's so much space? His intentions were too obvious! However, he didn't seem to try to talk to her, and my wife didn't say anything, just continued swimming. I guess he just wanted a closer look at my wife's large breasts, not to flirt.

I watched for a while and realized he was just following my wife without making any moves, so I didn't think much of it. Strangely enough, I felt a slight disappointment. This made me laugh at myself; since when did I become disappointed instead of relieved when a man approached my wife and didn't do anything? It seems my thinking has changed drastically without me realizing it; perhaps… I'm becoming a little perverted?

At that moment, I suddenly realized my wife had stopped, and the guy seemed to be gone. When did he leave? I looked around but couldn't find him. Looking closer, I vaguely saw my wife's body trembling. Was she having a cramp? If she had a cramp, that would be troublesome. I was just about to get up when suddenly someone darted out from beside my wife—it was the same guy from before!

My wife stopped moving, even trembling. The guy then submerged and resurfaced next to her! Damn, did this guy take advantage of my wife in the water?

My wife wasn't lying or prone on the surface; her legs were underwater. Did he touch her legs or buttocks in the water? He's incredibly bold! However, my wife didn't seem to resist, and she was probably just afraid I'd be discovered, so she didn't react.

I couldn't help but look closer and saw that the guy seemed to be saying something to my wife, but it was too far away for me to hear or see her expression. She seemed to be trying to swim back, but the guy submerged again. My wife seemed to be entangled by something; her hands were flailing, but she wasn't moving at all. That bastard definitely took advantage of my wife!

About ten minutes later, the guy resurfaced, seemed to gesture in front of my wife a few times, and then swam away. My wife didn't move. After pausing for a while, she slowly swam towards us.

Once ashore, her steps were slow, she seemed weak, and her face was flushed. "What's wrong? I saw you stopped for a while, and there was a guy near you. Did something happen?"

I asked.

My wife shook her head, blushing, "No...nothing, I just haven't swum in a long time, and I accidentally got a cramp. Luckily, that guy was...supporting me from below for a while."

"Oh, is that okay now?"

I didn't believe her. That guy must have taken advantage of her.

"I'm fine now. Honey, give me some change, I need to use the restroom,"

my wife said.

I took out some change and handed it to my wife, who then walked towards a public restroom in the distance. Naturally, she attracted a lot of attention along the way; her large breasts were incredibly alluring!

I didn't think much of it at first—going to the restroom was normal—but then I suddenly realized the guy was gone, nowhere to be seen in the sea or around. This made me suspicious, and I followed him towards the restroom almost unconsciously.

The restroom was built on the beach, surrounded by green lawns and small trees; after all, it was a restroom, not something to be built in a conspicuous location. Quietly following behind, I saw my wife seem to buy tissues from a nearby stall and then go to the restroom.

Was my wife really just going to use the restroom? I couldn't help but wonder; maybe it's because I know my wife is a bit provocative, so any contact makes me subconsciously think in that direction!

But then I noticed my wife didn't go into the restroom; instead, she stopped at the entrance and looked around as if searching for someone. Then I saw someone walking towards us from another direction—it was the same guy who had taken advantage of my wife in the sea!

The person my wife was looking for seemed to be him. Seeing the man approach, she hesitated, wanting to speak, but he went straight into the restroom. My wife hesitated for a moment and followed. I glanced over and saw that she had gone into the men's room! Before I could even think about how she was so bold as to go into the men's room, I hurriedly followed.

Just as I got there, I thought I heard the door close. I peeked into the men's room; the urinals were empty, and there were several stalls next to them. My wife was gone, and so was the man; they had obviously gone into one of the stalls. Hesitating for a moment, I bent down and looked. Because the stall wasn't completely closed, I quickly spotted where my wife and the man were.

After thinking for a moment, I tiptoed to the stall next to my wife, gently locked the door, and listened intently.

"Someone's come in,"

my wife said.

"It's okay, they don't know who you are anyway! You slut, you really came! Did you enjoy being teased by me in the sea? Your pussy was so tight, wasn't it exciting?"

the man's voice came through.

It seems he didn't just grope my wife in the sea, he even touched her vagina! Did he say something to her that led to us meeting in the restroom?

At this moment, my wife let out a soft moan, but unfortunately I couldn't see it, so I could only guess that the guy had touched her breasts.

"Who are you? How do you know me?"

my wife asked breathlessly.

"If you don't want people to know, don't do it in the first place. You little slut, didn't expect me to recognize you, did you! Your breasts are so soft, you're even slutner than I imagined! The man with you before was your husband, right? Tell me, wouldn't it be exciting if your husband knew you were played with by me in the men's restroom?"

the guy said with a wicked grin.

"No, no, do whatever you want, just don't tell my husband."

my wife said frantically, "Who are you? Can you tell me?"

"You don't even know who played with you, you really are a bitch. If you want to know who I am, then let me have some fun first."

After saying that, I heard some faint noises, and then I saw through the crack that my wife seemed to have squatted down.

Then, a "sizzling" sound came from behind. This position, this sound—his wife was giving him oral sex!

"I knew you were good with your breath, but I didn't expect it to be this good. Don't just lick, take the whole thing in, take it all the way in!"

the man's voice came, and his wife's body seemed to be swaying violently. Then, he heard her moaning in discomfort. Was that the sound of deep throating?

After a few minutes, his wife seemed to stand up, and then he heard a creaking sound.

"A slut is a slut, already this wet, don't you want me to fuck you?"

"Ahhhhhh...wooowooo..." his wife moaned softly. Judging by the rhythm, damn, had he already started fucking her?

"Is my big cock good? Does it feel good to be fucked by me?"

the man asked breathlessly.

"Mmm, good...so good! It's...so big, it's about to burst."

his wife answered, moaning softly.

“A slut is a slut, got her so easily. Does that mean any man can fuck you? You bitch, you even used your cunt to grip my cock, you slut whore!”

The boy said, accompanied by crisp “slap slap” sounds. The sound was exceptionally clear; anyone who came in would definitely hear it.

This guy is really bold, he doesn’t care about being discovered at all! But my wife is even bolder; he fucked her easily with just a few words, without even a word of resistance, not even a pretense!

Although I felt excited, I couldn’t help but worry about them. I listened to the sounds of their lovemaking while keeping an eye out for anyone coming in. Perhaps it was a coincidence, but no one came in.

At this point, the sounds of their lovemaking were getting louder and louder, with no intention of hiding anything. They must have heard me come in, yet they still dared to do this; it was clearly intentional!

“No, no, I’m coming! I’m coming! Ahh ...

“Damn, you’re moaning so horribly, I couldn’t hold back either.”

The boy suddenly let out a low growl like a wild beast. Then the partition began to tremble violently, making loud creaking noises, occasionally accompanied by the slamming of doors opening and closing. It was probably because one of the stall doors hadn’t been locked and was shaking back and forth.

The whole process lasted about five or six minutes before stopping. “Awesome! I didn’t expect you to be so tight during your orgasm, you squeezed out all the semen I’d been saving up for days. How was it? Did you enjoy being filled up inside?”

The wife’s voice was slightly breathless. After a long pause, she said intermittently, “Now can you tell me who you are and why you know me?”

“You don’t know me, but I know you. You know Qiangzi, right?”

the boy said.

“Which Qiangzi?”

the wife asked hesitantly.

“Have many men named Qiangzi slept with you? Don’t tell me you don’t remember your ex-boyfriend, don’t remember that you two went to a hotel together at last year’s class reunion.”

the boy said mockingly.

The wife fell silent, seemingly already knowing what was going on. Then she asked, "How do you know all this? What's your relationship with Qiangzi?"

"I know more than just this. I also know that Qiangzi took your virginity. He was the one who took your first time. You two dated for three months, and within a week, Qiangzi had sex with you, and then he did it many times after that. I also know that after you broke up, you dated Qiangzi's roommate for at least a year, right? After that, you dated several other people, and your relationship with Qiangzi never ended until graduation. You were always being used by Qiangzi. After graduation, every year at the class reunion, if Qiangzi was there, you would go to a hotel with him, and he would ejaculate inside you every time. Am I right?"

"You… how do you know all this?"

His wife's voice trembled.

“Because I’m Qiangzi’s brother, he told me about your slutty ways a long time ago. From the time you lost your virginity until now, he’d tell me almost every time we had sex. Do you know what Qiangzi said about you? He said you’re a slut, a slut he can use anytime. Even when you two were dating, it wasn’t because Qiangzi liked you, he just wanted to fuck you. He just didn’t expect it to be such a coincidence that he’d meet you here, a slut like you, and even more so because you’re even slutter than Qiangzi described. It would be so easy for him to fuck you. Only your husband would be a fool to treat a piece of trash like you like a treasure and bring you on this trip!”

“You… what do you want? My husband doesn’t know about these things. You… you’ve already fucked me, just let me go!”

the wife said.

“What are you afraid of? Didn’t you enjoy being fucked by me just now? You’re clearly a whore, why are you pretending to be innocent? How many days are you staying this time? Where are you staying?”

the man asked, clearly not intending to let it go.

The wife hesitated for a moment and answered truthfully, even giving him her phone number.

“If you don’t want your husband to know your true colors, you have to listen to me. Anyway, you’re a slut who needs to be fucked, I guarantee I’ll make you feel good. Details, wait for my call!”

The man said, seemingly opening the door and leaving.

My wife followed him out.

After they were both gone, I couldn’t resist lighting a cigarette. My previously hard penis slowly shrank as I pondered their conversation. I didn’t know much about my wife’s past, only that she had dated a few boyfriends. Her first relationship was probably around nineteen, but I didn’t know who it was. Our relationship wasn’t very good back then, and she wouldn’t tell me. Unexpectedly, by chance, I overheard this secret.

Qiangzi! This must be my wife’s first boyfriend, the one who took her virginity! Although their relationship wasn’t long, it seemed he treated her like a sex partner, even fucking her while they were dating.

So, did he fuck her all the time during her school years? And after graduation, there was an annual class reunion, and Qiangzi fucked her there too?

What the hell is this?! Does this mean that Qiangzi has been having sex with my wife since her first time? It seems I'm not the only one wearing this green hat; my wife's ex-boyfriend did too!

My wife's submissive nature probably wasn't cultivated by her master, but rather it was something she already possessed, only brought to its fullest potential by him. Even after breaking up for so long, she's still being called out to have sex—that certainly fits her personality. I never expected my honeymoon to reveal so much: First, I learned about my wife's first love and how he's been having sex with her all these years.

Second, Qiangzi doesn't actually like my wife; he just uses her as a sex object, and he even bragged about her to his brother.

Third, I happened to run into Qiangzi's brother, who recognized me and easily had sex with me in the men's restroom. And it seems the matter doesn't end there.

But what I don't understand is, since this guy is Qiangzi's brother and knows my wife, they must have met before. Why doesn't my wife recognize him? If she hasn't met him, how did he recognize her? Did he recognize his wife before taking advantage of her, or did he recognize her after taking advantage of her? Was he so sure he hadn't mistaken her for someone else? A possibility suddenly occurred to me! Could that Qiangzi have taken nude photos of my wife? If it wasn't photos, how could Qiangzi's brother recognize her so easily?

I thought about it for a long time; my cigarette was almost finished, and it had been quite a while. My wife must be worried after she didn't see me. Thinking this, I hurriedly left the restroom, but instead of going back the way I came, I went around to a nearby shop, bought a bottle of water, and then walked back to the beach.

I saw my wife looking around in the distance. Seeing me, she rushed over, "Honey, where have you been? I was in the restroom and you were gone! I thought something had happened!"

she said worriedly.

Looking at her, her face was full of concern, and I could tell it was genuine. It was then that I realized my wife's views on sex and love seemed to be separate; otherwise, she definitely wouldn't be able to accept it. She had just been sexually assaulted by a stranger in the men's restroom, so how could she now show such genuine concern and love for me?

"Silly girl, what could possibly happen to me? I just went to buy you a bottle of water since you hadn't come back for a while. How about it, want to play a little longer?"

I asked with a smile.

My wife shook her head: "It's almost dark, and it's getting a bit chilly. Let's go back!"

"Whatever you say!"

I put my coat on my wife, and then we left the beach hand in hand. Before leaving, I specifically checked to see if I saw Qiangzi's brother; I wondered if he had left first.

The hotel wasn't far from the beach; it was only a ten-minute walk. Back at the hotel, my wife immediately insisted on taking a shower, saying she felt uncomfortable covered in seawater. I thought for a moment and suggested we shower together. Watching my wife undress and wash herself, I specifically looked at her vulva; I didn't notice anything unusual. It seemed she had cleaned herself up afterward!

The thought of my wife being fucked in the men's restroom in a swimsuit, and by my first love's younger brother no less, combined with her alluring body, made me unable to resist. I pinned her against the wall and had my way with her! My sudden arousal aroused her as well, and the sounds of our thrusting and her moans filled the small bathroom.

After the passion subsided, seeing my wife's satisfied and somewhat lingering expression, I couldn't help but recall what Qiangzi's brother had said: "Only your husband would be a fool to treat a slut like you like a treasure, even taking you on a trip!"

Those words really angered me, but seeing my wife's flushed face as she diligently helped me shower, I suddenly realized that even if my wife was a slut, she loved me. As long as that remained unchanged, she would always be my treasure! I suddenly didn't care what others thought.

Whose new love isn't someone else's old flame? Who can guarantee that their wife hasn't slept with anyone other than them? Perhaps you think your seemingly innocent and pure wife is being taken advantage of by other men, and you're completely unaware! Just like me back then, I was completely kept in the dark, assuming my wife was faithful! At least now I know the secrets behind my wife's life, and I can use this knowledge to improve our relationship. That's better than those who know nothing, whose marriages become increasingly strained, and who eventually have to divorce, right?

At least my wife is faithful emotionally; she hasn't cheated. As for the physical, men can pursue their sexual desires, so why can't women? Men can use other women as outlets for their desires, and women can use other men as tools to satisfy their own.

If we had just gotten married, I definitely wouldn't have been able to accept it. But after everything that's happened, after understanding my wife's personality and preferences, and after learning some lessons about married life from Sister Zhang, I actually feel that life is more exciting and full of anticipation now than before. Even now, every time I make love with my wife, I'm full of enthusiasm! That's change! Instead of becoming mundane, it became even more passionate!

"Honey, did you wear stockings?"

I asked suddenly, holding my wife.

My wife nodded, seemingly understanding what I meant: "Yes, you want to tie me up and do it again?"

"Yes, I feel like you're my little slave now,"

I said with a smile.

My wife gave me a playful glare: "We just finished, and you want more? Fine, since you're my master, of course I'll satisfy you!"

"I'm not your master, I'm your mistress!"

I reached out and slapped my wife's buttocks hard. She let out a muffled groan and nestled into my arms, looking at me with seductive eyes: "Yes, you are my master."

"Hahaha, that's more like it! Clean your asshole yourself, your master will need it later!"

I laughed, grabbed a towel, and left the bathroom.

When my wife came out of the shower, I had everything ready. I patted the area to the side, and my wife obediently climbed onto the bed. This time, I didn't tie her hands and feet together like last time; I just had her tie her hands behind her back. Watching my wife kneeling in front of me, her hands behind her back, her breasts involuntarily hardening, I laughed and slapped her breasts a few times. Then, I wrapped my arms around her neck and pressed her down to my crotch, making her take my penis in her mouth. Next, I grabbed her hair and roughly forced her head down to masturbate.

Watching my penis slide in and out of my wife's mouth, making her face puff out, and even when it was fully inserted into her throat, she struggled uncomfortably, but her hands were tied behind her back and she couldn't move at all. The sense of conquest was overwhelming!

Although we didn't have many props or many sadistic techniques, the atmosphere was already incredibly exciting. We went at it for a full two hours before my wife and I finally snuggled together in bed to watch TV, though it was obvious that neither of us was interested in what was on TV; we were still immersed in the satisfaction after the pleasure!

When we slept, my wife held me tightly, or lay in my arms with her back to me. There were no sweet words, but I could feel the deep love in her heart! This is different from lust. After lust is satisfied, we might do our own thing, but only love is expressed in the little things in everyday life!

We slept until late the next morning before my wife and I got up, got ready, changed our clothes, and went out to explore, enjoying our loving trip! (

Chapter 15, March

9th) Travel doesn't have to have a specific purpose. Walking in an unfamiliar city, with everything around us unfamiliar, only the familiar comfort of my loved one beside me makes all the difference, even without doing anything! During the day, my wife and I visited several scenic spots and tried some local snacks. Although we didn't buy much, we were in high spirits

. When we returned to the hotel in the evening, I realized how tired I was, especially me. Working in an office all year round has taken a toll on my health. While I don't have any major illnesses, my stamina is no longer what it used to be!

Lying in bed with my wife, her phone rang. I saw her initially joyful expression change instantly. Could it be Qiangzi's brother? Since he got my wife's number, he obviously wouldn't leave it at that. My wife doesn't seem to have many friends she contacts frequently, so it was probably her.

"I'm going to the bathroom!"

I deliberately went to the bathroom so my wife wouldn't be afraid to check her text messages!

Inside, I listened intently. My wife seemed to have gotten out of bed, probably checking her messages. But after waiting a long time, I didn't hear any notification sound. That Qiangzi's brother wouldn't give up so easily, would he? I guessed my wife had turned off the phone.

"Honey, get me some toilet paper, we're out."

I pulled down my pants, pretending to go to the bathroom, and then called out when it was almost time.

A short while later, my wife opened the door and handed me the toilet paper. She seemed perfectly normal!

After leaving the bathroom, I lay on the bed watching TV. After a while, my wife suddenly picked up my cigarettes and glanced at them.

"Honey, you're almost out of cigarettes, shall I go out and buy you a pack?"

Here it comes, the excuse finally came.

It seems the text message was indeed from Qiangzi's brother; he most likely wanted my wife out. Without a doubt, he wanted to take advantage of her and even planned to have sex with her. I don't really mind that much, but thinking back to the last time in the men's restroom at the beach, this guy just ejaculated inside me without a condom, which makes me a little uneasy! After all, I don't know his background, and he's not like the clients Sister Zhang selects, guaranteed to be problem-free!

He might have had his fun, but what if my wife gets a disease because of it afterwards?

But I can't bring myself to say that. I simply can't tell my wife that if she wants to be with someone else, she should make sure he uses a condom. How can I say that? If I just let it go, wouldn't I be harming my wife?

"Honey, what are you thinking about?"

My wife asked when she saw that I didn't speak.

I looked at my wife and suddenly asked, "Nothing, we still have enough cigarettes, we'll buy more tomorrow. By the way, did someone text you just now? Who was it?"

I originally planned to pretend I didn't hear anything, but I was worried about my wife.

My wife obviously didn't expect me to ask, and after a moment of hesitation, she said, "No, nothing, it's just a classmate." "Really a classmate?" "

Of, of course, why do you ask?"

My wife said in a panic.

"I don't think so. Are you hiding something from me?"

I asked.

"No way, what could I possibly be hiding from you? It's just a greeting message from a classmate!"

my wife explained awkwardly.

"Oh."

I didn't intend to expose my wife's secret, I just didn't want her to go out. My question made my wife a little scared, and she started talking about going out to buy me cigarettes!

I secretly noticed that my wife kept glancing at her phone. Although the phone wasn't ringing, the screen lit up.

Obviously, it was Qiangzi's brother urging my wife!

"It looks like there's a text message, aren't you going to check it?"

"It's okay, it's probably just spam. I don't know what's wrong with my phone, I keep getting spam messages."

My wife said casually, picking up her phone, glancing at it, and then turning it off.

It seems my wife is too scared to go.

That's good, let's see if that guy has the guts to actually expose my wife. But based on my analysis, he probably doesn't dare, he's just trying to scare her. My wife is worried and confused, and doesn't dare to take the risk!

Although her phone was off, my wife was probably still quite anxious. I didn't make love to her; instead, I watched TV, chatted for a bit, and then turned off the lights and went to sleep. My wife nestled in my arms, but she probably wasn't really sleepy. Sure enough, it took her a long time to finally fall into a deep sleep!

When I woke up the next morning, I felt my wife leave my arms. I squinted and saw her quietly pick up her phone and turn it on. I couldn't see the message, but I could tell her expression was conflicted. Finally, she seemed to have considered something and turned the phone off again!

That guy must have been furious yesterday; he probably sent her threatening messages. But this time, my wife was quite resolute. I guess my questioning made her feel insecure, so she didn't dare take the risk!

After I woke up, my wife subtly suggested that since the attractions we were going to visit were quite far, we should change hotels and stay near them for easier access. Her suggestion was probably out of concern that the guy would come looking for her, but it was unnecessary. If he wanted to, he would have come last night. Although my wife has been with many men, she still doesn't understand men!

That guy knows about my wife's past and is threatening her; he simply wants to sleep with her. If he succeeds, great; if not, he won't necessarily cause a scene. Who would do something that harms both parties? If things really escalate, my wife won't benefit, and neither will he!

However, I'm an outsider with a clearer perspective. Even if my wife knew, she wouldn't dare to try, which is why she was threatened.

But judging from my wife's phone being off and her suggestion to change hotels, she didn't seem to want any further entanglement with him, at least not now!

I naturally agreed to her suggestion, packed our things, checked out, and took a taxi straight to the area near the tourist attractions. There were quite a few hotels there, and we found a nice place to stay. For the next few days, my wife's phone remained off, and she gradually seemed to relax, focusing on having fun with me. Happy times always pass too quickly; seven days flew by, and the trip ended. I left somewhat reluctantly, preparing to go home!

If that guy hadn't suddenly appeared, the trip would have been perfect. However, I also learned some of my wife's past secrets and some potential problems, which I'll have to remind her of when I get back. Although I can't say it as her husband, these things are easy to say to online friends or Sister Zhang!

When we got home, my wife said she wanted to change her SIM card, still using the old one, because she kept getting spam messages. It seemed my wife was determined to get rid of that guy completely. Seeing her so resolute, I was naturally happy and wouldn't refuse. With the new SIM card, it seemed the matter with that guy was over!

But for me, this wasn't the end.

I first spoke to Sister Zhang, asking her, as the hostess, to advise my wife that if she had sex with anyone, she had to make sure the other person used a condom. If she got a disease, it would affect the noise level of the club, and if it spread to others, it would be even more troublesome! Not only that, but even when entertaining clients at the club, they were now required to use condoms, for the safety of both the clients and my wife!

This finally put my mind at ease, at least I wouldn't have to worry too much if anything happened!

I also talked to my wife about this online, not as her husband, but just telling her that if she was so promiscuous and frequently let him ejaculate inside her, she would eventually get a disease, and then she and her husband wouldn't be able to explain it, and it might even implicate her husband!

Since those people used me to threaten my wife, I could use myself to threaten her in return.

One was trying to take advantage of my wife, while the other was doing it for her own good!

My wife's answer was exactly what I expected, and somewhat reassuring. She said she enjoys the feeling of being penetrated, and that she's in a masochistic and absolutely submissive state while being played with, which is why she lets her partner ejaculate inside her without a condom. This answer was expected; after all, my wife has this fetish, and her absolute submissiveness is evident to the fullest.

But her answer also made me feel relieved: she said she hadn't thought about these things before, she was just indulging in sexual desire, and at that time, her feelings for her husband weren't very good. Although she insisted on leaving her husband's anus open, it was only because of his identity as her husband, not because of him! She even thought that if things really came to that, she could just get a divorce. At that time, she didn't have much attachment to her husband or family, or rather, sexual desire wasn't as important as it was!

But now it's different. Although she's still played with by different men, for her husband's sake, she won't let herself get diseases, and she won't implicate him.

The only thing that makes me unsure whether it's good or bad is that my wife says she's now more afraid of letting her husband know about her affairs. This certainly shows she cares about me more, but if she encounters someone like Qiangzi's brother again, she might be more vulnerable to being threatened!

Unless…

I confront my wife.

I let her know I know about her fetish and don't mind her playing with other men!

However, I'm hesitant about this!

Before, I was afraid that being honest with her would ruin our relationship. Now, I don't have many concerns about this, but I have to think about the future! If I'm honest and my wife starts openly engaging in these activities, she might get used to it and become unrestrained. What if, at that point, we have children, or other factors come into play, and I no longer want to continue, but my wife still can't control herself?

Right now, I'm in the same boat as husbands trying a threesome with their wives for the first time—wanting to play but worried about things spiraling out of control and not being able to return to our previous life!

After all, being honest and not being honest are completely different concepts, and the methods for handling them are entirely different as well.

However, something happened at this time, something I don't know if it's good or bad, but it made me feel that this was an opportunity. Although I wouldn't confess, it was at least an opportunity for my wife to know my feelings and thoughts!

It was just like when I coincidentally found out that my wife had another QQ account and a secret. This time it was also a coincidence.

When I got home from work, my wife wasn't home. After calling to ask, I learned that my wife was with Sister Zhang. It seemed that Sister Zhang had something to do, and my wife had to drive, so she couldn't come back for the time being. As I mentioned before, I have a habit of browsing adult websites, but I rarely do it after discovering my wife's secret. After all, my wife's experience is much more exciting than those adult novels, so my interest has faded!

Knowing that my wife wouldn't be back for a while, I was a little bored at home and thought of going to an adult website. As a result, I unexpectedly found a post with photos. The post was called "Big-breasted slut season one." The title seemed good, so I clicked on it casually. There were 10 photos in total, showing the female protagonist taking off her clothes by the bed, from wearing clothes to being completely naked, with her face blurred out. I glanced at it, and the figure was indeed amazing, and vaguely resembled my wife, Tang Shan, especially her large breasts, which were also papaya-shaped! Seeing that naturally reminded me of my wife.

But I only thought about it and didn't take it seriously; after all, there are many people with similar figures.

The last photo showed the woman standing by the bed, her hands pinching her large breasts. After looking at it, I was about to close the post when I noticed the original poster had added a comment below.

"This slut has been fucked by countless men from the time she lost her virginity until her marriage; she's a whore who's been ridden by thousands. I've only posted a few today; there are countless more photos. If the response is enthusiastic, I'll continue posting. Also, you whore, do you know who I am? Did you think you could get away with changing hotels and phone numbers? This is the price you pay for rejecting me. I'm going to let everyone know you're a slut! If you see this

, contact me obediently, otherwise don't blame me for showing your face and letting everyone around you know what kind of slut you are!" Upon seeing this, I was stunned. My first reaction was to look at the photos again. Considering what the poster said, I concluded that the woman in the photos was my wife, and the person who posted them was probably Qiangzi's brother!

I had suspected before that he had seen my wife's nude photos; otherwise, he wouldn't have recognized her so easily. Now it seems it's true. No matter where he got the photos, he definitely has them. It seems that my wife's rejection enraged him. Although he didn't directly expose her, he posted her nude photos online, thankfully with mosaics.

He seemed to want to use this to let his wife know, and then contact her!

What should I do? If this guy really posts all of my wife's photos, without even blurring them, then this will be difficult.

Just as I was hesitating, I heard the sound of the door opening; it must be my wife coming home.

Looking at the photos on the computer, I suddenly realized this was an opportunity to communicate with my wife. "Honey, I'm home. I was out with Mr. Zhang on business. You must be starving. I'll cook right away!" My

wife said apologetically as she walked in.

I said, "No rush. Come here, I want to show you something."

"What is it?"

My wife walked over curiously and looked at the computer screen. She froze, completely dumbfounded. I could tell from her expression that the woman in the photos was definitely my wife.

"Is this you? Even though it's blurred, I recognize you. Can you tell me what's going on?"

I said in a deep voice, not intending to give my wife a chance to deny it!

My wife hadn't recovered from the shock; perhaps she never imagined the photos would be posted online. Hearing my unwavering tone, she seemed to realize that denial was unlikely. Seeing her silence, I didn't press her. After a long pause, she finally spoke with difficulty: "Yes, it was me. But honey, believe me, it's not like that. These photos are from before, from before."

"What happened?"

Hearing her admission, my expression remained unchanged as I asked in a deep voice .

My wife quickly explained that her boyfriend, Qiangzi, had taken the photos, saying he only wanted to enjoy them and would delete them afterward, but he had kept them and posted them online!

Of course, I didn't doubt that.

"So, these photos were posted by Qiangzi? The photos say he changed hotels and phone numbers, so it must have happened after our trip, right? Was that text message from him?"

I asked.

The wife hesitated, "No, no, it's Qiangzi's brother. He... he harassed me, threatened me, and I didn't agree. I just didn't expect him to have these photos, and... and post them online. Honey, I..."

The wife seemed to want to explain something, but didn't know how to begin.

"Don't be afraid, I'm not angry. These photos were taken before we met, so naturally I won't blame you. I just don't want you to lie to me!"

I knew what the wife was worried about and said softly.

"Really?"

The wife seemed surprised by my words and looked up at me with delight.

"Of course it's true. Before I met you, I slept with other women too. So I have no right to blame you for what you did before. But how many photos like these did you take?"

I don't blame you for what you did before, or even what you're doing now!

My wife hesitated and said, "I...I don't remember, but he would always take pictures when we did it. If I didn't agree, he would get angry and ignore me. At the time...at the time I trusted him, so I...I agreed!"

"That must be quite a lot, but it's okay now, at least his face is blurred. If he showed his face later, it would be troublesome,"

I said, frowning.

My wife said worriedly, "Then, what should we do? Should I contact him and ask him to stop posting them?"

"His purpose in posting the photos is to make you contact him. If you actually contact him, he will have succeeded. And if he has the photos, would he agree so easily? He will definitely blackmail you. Tell me, have you done it with him?"

I asked.

"Yes..."

my wife said hesitantly in a low voice.

Fortunately, she didn't deny it, but I didn't press her about when it happened.

"So you've done it with both of them? Which one is better?"

I asked.

My wife looked at me. "Honey, you..."

"Don't worry, I'm not angry. I knew you weren't a virgin when we first met. I was just curious."

I was genuinely curious, and also wanted to let my wife know my attitude: I didn't mind that she had been with other men, and I didn't even mind discussing the details.

This wouldn't completely reassure her, allowing me to openly cheat, but at least it would put her at ease and prevent her from seeing it as an untouchable taboo. Some things need to be taken slowly. This was just a statement. If I immediately told her, "I know other men are still with you, but I don't mind. Even if someone uses this to threaten you, you're not afraid,"

she probably wouldn't accept it!

My wife looked at me for a while, seemingly relieved that I wasn't angry. Then, under my questioning, she told me that Qiangzi was better, and that it was just a coincidence that she had slept with Qiangzi's brother once. Hearing my wife say this felt like asking her about her sex life online, but asking her face-to-face was even more exciting.

I pressed her for details, and at first, my wife was reluctant to answer. Talking about her sex life with other men made her uncomfortable, but under my persistent questioning and realizing I didn't seem to mind, she gradually opened up. Although it wasn't very detailed, I could still tell that this Qiangzi was quite something—his penis was large and thick, and he could last a long time. Most importantly, he was domineering, and his sex with my wife was almost always forced!

This made me understand why my wife continued to be with him after their breakup, and why she was still being with him at their annual class reunions. It was because Qiangzi's personality was so strong, and my wife, a submissive woman, neither dared to resist nor had the will to. To put it bluntly, their personalities were a perfect match; to put it bluntly, they were adulterers, a match made in heaven!

Even though my wife only briefly mentioned it, hearing her talk about her sex life with other men was incredibly arousing. Looking at my wife's naked body on the computer screen, my desire became almost uncontrollable. I reached out and pulled my wife over, quickly stripping her naked. She seemed surprised, but dared not refuse. I made her stand naked next to the computer, looking at both her and the screen simultaneously.

"You were quite naive back then, but your breasts were already quite big. Qiangzi must have touched them often, right?"

I asked deliberately.

My wife lowered her head, ashamed and unsure how to answer. I, however, began to pinch her breasts without restraint. While pinching, I deliberately asked her similar questions. Under this teasing and humiliation, her body gradually reacted, and her vagina began to wet. I pulled down my pants, revealing my penis. Knowing I was aroused, my wife knelt down and began licking it.

With one hand on my wife's head and the other on the mouse, I repeatedly looked at the photos of my wife taken by other men. The feeling was indescribable, even more stimulating than seeing my wife being fucked in person. Especially since the photos were different; this guy's photography skills were quite good, I have to admit, very good!

"Get up, lie on the table, I'm going to fuck you!"

I said.

My wife stood up, turned around, and stuck her butt out while holding onto the table. I stood up, spread her buttocks, and forcefully thrust my penis into her vagina. My wife immediately groaned, then began to tremble and moan under my thrusts. At the same time, I deliberately made my wife look at the computer, at my own photos. At first, my wife was ashamed to look, but under my command, she had no choice but to look.

"Ahhh, husband, you...you, you're so strong, how...how could you be so fast~" My wife said, trembling as she looked at the photos, her hands gripping the table.

"That's because I didn't expect you to be so slutty, taking nude photos when you were so young. And having them posted online, did you see it? Do you see how many comments there are? They're all saying your tits are big, saying you're slutty!"

I thrust into her while scrolling to the comments section of the post.

There were many replies from male netizens, naturally all containing extremely humiliating words!

Seeing these comments, my wife seemed to get excited as well, and began to unconsciously squeeze my penis.

"You slut, do you feel better when I fuck you or when Qiangzi fucks you?"

"Husband, it feels better when you fuck me, husband~" my wife gasped in response.

These words gave me a great sense of accomplishment, and with such stimulation, I suddenly increased my speed, my penis slamming against my wife's ass, thrusting rapidly in and out of her already overflowing vagina. My wife was overwhelmed by my fucking, only able to moan loudly, half her body pressed against the table.

"Did they fuck you without condoms? Did they all ejaculate inside your cunt?"

I thrust into her rapidly, growling as I asked.

My wife, already lost in the throes of passion, responded to my question, "Yes...they, they don't use condoms, they all ejaculate inside~ Ahhhhh, husband, I want it, I'm going to climax!"

"You slut, remember this, from now on only your husband can ejaculate inside you without a condom!"

"I remember, I remember, ahhhhh!"

Amidst my wife's hysterical screams, my semen shot into her vagina! My

wife trembled, her hips shaking, the stimulation of being ejaculated inside making her gasp for breath. After a long while, my wife gradually calmed down, remembering what she had just said, and whispered, "Husband, you, you were so amazing just now, I almost died from your fucking."

"It's because you're so slutty that your husband is so amazing."

I said with a smile, having deliberately said that from now on only I could ejaculate inside without a condom. Normally, my wife would have replied that it was all in the past, but she must have been thoroughly satisfied to say that she remembered. My wife had clearly calmed down by now, which is why she said she was "fucked to death." She meant that she had just been "fucked," and it was just a subconscious response

. I didn't bother to explain; I just considered it a linguistic error.

It was also a way of letting her know my stance.

Apparently, after my series of actions, my wife had recovered from the initial shock of seeing her nude photos. She wiped herself with a tissue, then knelt down and gave me a few more oral sex strokes before saying with some concern, "Honey, what...what about the photos? Even if you don't mind, what if someone else finds out, what if an acquaintance sees them?"

"Give me his contact information, and I'll handle the rest. Don't worry."

I had already decided to talk to this guy myself, get the nude photos from him, and teach him a lesson. Having the chance to sleep with your wife is your luck. If you can't, you resort to such underhanded revenge. Even if my wife and I don't mind, what if it gets out and acquaintances see it?

Chapter 16:

Taking this opportunity, I made my wife understand my thoughts. I don't mind your past; in fact, I find it exciting and interesting.

Although I didn't say I wouldn't mind if you cheated on me now, I believe my wife is no longer so afraid of me knowing about her relationship with someone else.

However, this incident scared my wife quite a bit, so she became particularly obedient, afraid of making me angry! She answers all my questions! That night, in bed, I pressed her for details and even couldn't resist having sex again! But this matter needed to be resolved quickly, so the next day I contacted Sister Zhang. While my wife was entertaining clients at the club, I met with Sister Zhang and told her about it.

Sister Zhang was surprised by my wife's past. When I mentioned wanting to borrow a few men to help me find Qiangzi's brother, she readily agreed, adding that I shouldn't forget to show her the photos if we got them! Sister Zhang then called over three burly men, broad-shouldered and imposing, clearly not to be trifled with.

I knew Sister Zhang's background, so I could guess what these three men were like.

After thanking Sister Zhang, I led them to find Qiangzi's brother! Worried that he wouldn't dare show himself if he knew my identity, I messaged him using my wife's preferences, telling him I'd seen the nude photos online and wanted to meet him to talk. The guy was

naturally smug, even giving his wife his address and telling her to come find him, saying things like "you're asking for it" and "I'll give you a good beating!" I could imagine that if it really was my wife contacting him, she'd probably get a taste of her own medicine! This was fine, at least he was at home! We went to the address; it was an ordinary house, and the owner didn't seem to be much better off.

I deliberately blocked the peephole when I knocked, but it was obviously unnecessary. The guy didn't think much of it and opened

the door as soon as he heard the knock. Before I could even give any instructions, the three burly men rushed in and subdued him with a few punches and kicks! "Who are you? I... I haven't offended you, have I?"

"I'm Tang Shan's husband. I'm the one who sent you the message earlier. As for why I'm looking for you, you should know very well, right?"

I snorted coldly, looking around, and quickly spotted the computer in the bedroom.

The computer was on, logged into that adult website.

Below it was a folder with a simple photo editing software, clearly intended to blur out the photos and continue uploading! Luckily I arrived in time, otherwise another set of photos would have been uploaded! I sat down and glanced at it; it was densely packed with photos of my wife.

Looking at the number, there were several thousand.

It seems that this Qiangzi guy really does take pictures every time they have sex, and quite a lot at that.

This gave me a scare. Luckily, I arrived in time. If that bastard had posted all the photos online, my wife would have been furious! There were no videos besides the photos, so it seemed like he only took pictures.

I checked the computer menu again; the photos were all stored on a portable hard drive. Looking down, I saw it was indeed linked to the hard drive.

I unplugged the hard drive, and after thinking for a moment, I disassembled his computer, pulled out the hard drive, and then left.

By this time, the guy clearly knew why I was there; he was lying on the ground, too scared to move.

"These photos were taken by your brother, right? How did they end up in your hands? Does your brother have any backups?"

I asked.

"Yes, my brother took the photos. He was afraid his wife would find them at home, so he left them with me. He didn't have a backup!"

"I'll believe you this once. If I find any more photos of Tang Shan, you're dead. Also, tell your brother that I'll let bygones be bygones, but if he has any more ideas, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

After saying that, I said to the three men, "Don't go too hard, just enough to not kill him."

"Okay!"

The three men responded and started punching and kicking.

Seeing Qiangzi's brother beaten black and blue, bleeding a lot, I felt I had vented my anger.

They were very professional; although the blows were heavy, none of them were fatal, and he would recover after a while.

As for breaking his legs or anything like that, I still had some reservations. After all, I'm not Sister Zhang, just someone who can vent her anger.

After teaching him a lesson, I left. On my way downstairs, I destroyed the hard drive to make sure it was unrecoverable before throwing it in the trash.

As for the external hard drive, I was also very curious. Several thousand, even nearly ten thousand photos—probably not just from when we were dating, but also from later on—naturally, I wanted to find out more, to see just how promiscuous my wife was back then, what she looked like.

After returning, I naturally thanked the three brothers. Although this wasn't exactly honorable, they were Zhang Jie's men, and probably knew the details; even if they didn't, they wouldn't say anything.

I told them to go back and tell Zhang Jie that things were done, and to call her when they had time. I went straight home.

Back home, I turned on the computer, connected the hard drive, and started looking at the photos! These photos were all uncensored, and looked like they were taken with professional digital equipment, very clear.

Most of the backgrounds were in bed; some looked like hotels, some like private residences.

The content was mostly nude photos of my wife, or photos of her performing oral sex and being penetrated.

It was clear that my wife was very young and inexperienced back then; her poses weren't very natural, there was a sense of eagerness.

Some of the videos featured oral sex or internal ejaculation. Although the content was somewhat repetitive, it was clear they were filmed at different times, and they were all quite stimulating to watch! As the videos progressed, a difference became apparent. The wife's seductive poses became more natural, and in some photos, such as her spreading her legs, her expression was particularly alluring. Gone was the previous naivety; she naturally exuded a seductive charm.

If the earlier photos showed Qiangzi demanding certain actions from his wife, and she passively posed for him, then the later ones were entirely her own initiative, allowing Qiangzi to take the photos.

This shows that the wife had changed over time and through different experiences! Furthermore, the content became increasingly extreme.

Bondage, lingerie, and vibrators appeared frequently, and there were even images of the wife licking her anus. This likely occurred after marriage, following her master's training.

Before, she could only be described as slutty; now she was practically subservient, transforming from an easily attainable, open girl into a sex slave who enjoyed humiliation and sadomasochism! It took me a full two hours to look through all those photos. Besides seeing nude photos of my wife taken by others, I also learned about some changes in her. My penis was already rock hard.

This was much more exciting than looking at other people's selfies online. First, the photos were well-done and quite explicit; second, because the subject was my wife, the feeling was completely different! Luckily, my wife is very open about sex with me, so she didn't feel jealous seeing some of the things in the pictures. If it were before, seeing these photos would probably have made me feel terrible! Just think, my wife has never given me oral sex.

But seeing her giving me oral sex, deep throat, blowjobs, and even licking my anus in the photos—that feeling must have been incredibly frustrating! However, I don't think my wife has ever licked my anus before; I definitely have to try that sometime!

Suddenly, the phone rang. I glanced at the number; it was Sister Zhang calling.

After the call connected, I heard Sister Zhang say, "You're back! Everything went smoothly, right? How was it? Were the photos exciting?"

"Exciting! I'll show them to you later."

"No need to come later, I want to see them now. You're home, I'll come to your place,"

Sister Zhang said.

I hesitated for a moment: "Come to my place?"

"Don't worry, she's busy at the club. She won't leave without my permission. Besides, we've known each other for so long, and I've never been to your house before,"

Sister Zhang said.

I thought about it and agreed.

Less than half an hour later, I heard a knock at the door. It was Sister Zhang.

After coming in, Sister Zhang curiously looked around my house for a while, then clamored to see the photos.

Sister Zhang sat down at the computer and looked through the photos one by one. Because she didn't look at them as carefully as I did, she finished looking at them in half an hour.

"As the saying goes, you can see a person's future from the age of three. She's been a slut since she was little, even if she hasn't fully developed yet, she's already quite slutty. These photos have made me wet. I can't take it anymore, let's have sex!"

Sister Zhang got up from her chair, hugged me, and kissed me.

Seeing the photos had already made me incredibly hard, and now that Sister Zhang was being so proactive, I naturally wouldn't hold back.

Without even taking off my clothes, like someone caught in a secret tryst, I hurriedly thrust in and started having sex.

It lasted about half an hour before I finished. Needless to say, it was incredibly pleasurable. This was the first time I'd ever had sex with another woman at home, and it felt strange. Even though I knew my wife wouldn't be back, I still had that tense feeling of being discovered at any moment.

"I really don't know what to say to you. Your wife has been fucked by her master many times at home, and she doesn't seem to have any psychological burden, unlike you who's so timid,"

Sister Zhang couldn't help but tease me when she saw my expression.

I didn't say anything.

Sister Zhang stopped teasing me and asked, "What are your plans now? Are you going to confront her about it?"

I shook my head. "I don't plan to for now. I just want her to know that I'm not so conservative about sex, and I don't care so much about her past, so she won't always worry about me finding out and being threatened. If she were an ordinary woman, it would be fine, but she has that kind of fetish, and on top of that, she's worried about me finding out. Doesn't that mean she can sleep with anyone she wants? I don't mind my wife having this kind of fetish, playing this kind of game, but I don't intend for her to become a public toilet, where anyone can come and use her. At least she has to be someone she likes and feel safe with!"

"That's like being a prostitute and still wanting to maintain a virtuous image. I can't be bothered to care about you two."

I gave a bitter laugh. What can I do? My wife is just like that. ...That evening, my wife came home with a lot of groceries. She didn't know that I had already met Qiangzi's brother and resolved the photo issue.

When I knew about the photos and her past, I felt that my wife seemed to care less about the photos, or at least she wasn't so anxious anymore.

Perhaps it was because I knew and didn't mind that she felt confident.

"Honey, I bought your favorite dishes today, I'll cook them for you

later," my wife said, taking off her clothes and going into the bedroom. When she came out, she was completely naked. After

putting on an apron, she went into the kitchen to busy herself.

She'd gotten used to not wearing clothes at home, which was, of course, thanks to my gradual "training"! Watching my naked wife bustling about in the kitchen, I went to my study to surf the internet.

On a whim, I opened that porn site I'd visited before and found the post with my wife's nude photos.

Although the post hadn't been up for long, it was incredibly popular. Clearly, the guys were attracted to my wife's hot body, especially her breasts—they were absolutely gorgeous! Looking at the hundreds of replies, besides praising my wife's figure, breasts, and how sexy she was, most were requests for more photos.

Seeing those replies, I actually had an urge to continue posting my wife's nude photos.

Perhaps it's because the secret has been hidden for so long. I've always been extremely careful to ensure my wife's safety, and now, suddenly, her nude photos have surfaced online. So many people know how sexy she is, and have seen her body. This seemingly safe yet exciting method inevitably tempts me.

I've frequented adult websites for years and have even considered posting selfies there, letting others see my wife's hot body, watching them admire her beauty with envy and jealousy, but only able to look and not touch, while I indulge in the pleasure of her body amidst their envy! My wife doesn't seem to mind having nude photos of herself online, as long as I don't mind and her face isn't shown.

And she doesn't know I already have the photos, which makes me even more interested.

Anyway, Qiangzi and his brother have already seen these photos.

Even if they're posted, it doesn't matter. As for those who haven't seen them, they don't know who my wife is. If

Qiangzi's brother can freely post my wife's photos, why can't I, her husband? Now, my wife and I are quite open in bed, and we've even tried some basic bondage.

But my wife finds it hard to see me the way she used to see her master. If I post these photos of her, letting her know I've gone this far, she won't object if I do it again.

As for whether she'll be discovered, I'm not worried. My wife and I have very few friends. If her face is blurred, people might recognize her just by her figure, but they wouldn't be able to be sure.

Besides, there are many women with similar figures. I've seen many photos of women similar to my wife before, and I've even fantasized that it was her, but fantasizing is one thing, I've never considered asking her if it was her.

So even if someone suspects it's my wife, it's just suspicion; they would never actually ask her, "Is this you?" And even if they did, she could deny it—no one's showing their face, so there's nothing to fear! With this in mind, when my wife called me for dinner, I didn't tell her the photo issue had been resolved.

During dinner, my wife noticed I was distracted and asked what was wrong, but I gave vague answers.

After dinner, I went to my study. My wife, thinking I was playing games as usual, poured me a cup of tea and then went out to watch TV.

Sitting at the computer, I unconsciously kept refreshing the posts, feeling conflicted about whether to do this.

I admit I don't have the decisiveness of my brother Qiangzi; perhaps because I care, I overthink things.

When I saw more and more replies asking for follow-up, I finally made up my mind.

I downloaded a photo editing software from the internet, connected my external hard drive, created a new folder, and then created several subfolders within it, naming them "Big Boobs Slut" and labeling them "Season 1," "Season 2," etc. Then, I cut and pasted photos previously posted by Qiangzi's brother into the "Season 1" folder, and then found the subsequent photos.

The initial "Season 1" wasn't complete; it only showed a undressing process. Although the photos didn't have timestamps, the photo properties still revealed the time of the photos and the type of camera used.

Looking at them, I found that this shoot contained about fifty photos.

Besides the undressing process, the rest were photos taken in bed, close-ups, and even photos of bleeding from the virginity.

It has to be said, these photos Qiangzi took are practically a sex record of his wife from the moment she lost her virginity to afterward.

Qiangzi is quite capable; how many normal couples would be willing to have their first sexual encounter filmed? I roughly divided the subsequent photos into two parts: before penetration and after penetration, which can be released as two separate seasons.

I first transferred these photos to the folder for "Big Boobs Slut Season 2," then opened a photo editing app and heavily blurred my wife's face.

Even I, knowing the photos were of my wife, couldn't recognize her as Tang Shan if I disregarded that thought! After finishing, I registered an account and named it "Sex Hacker." Then I opened the selfie section and posted a new thread titled "Big Boobs Slut Season 2."

The content read: "I accidentally discovered someone's 'Big Boobs Slut Season 1' post. It seems someone wanted to play with this slut but failed, so they posted it as revenge.

Posting is fine, but revenge, especially showing her face, is a bit much.

This hacker specifically hacked into his computer, got the photos, and is sharing them as a benefit for fellow horny guys.

Also, if the female protagonist sees this, don't worry, I'll blur all your photos before posting them.

Although this is a bit unethical, since that person is going to post your photos anyway, and even threatened to show your face, at least if I post them, no one will know who you are!" After that, I uploaded twenty photos in total.

Following the last image of the first season, the wife stands by the bed, pinching her breasts.

The subsequent content continues to show the wife naked, but with close-ups of her breasts, her entire body, her back, and her posing seductively: bending over, arching her back, hands clasped around her breasts, kneeling on the bed with her buttocks raised, hands spreading her buttocks, and finally lying face up on the bed with her legs spread, revealing her pink vulva.

The photos end with the wife rubbing her breasts with one hand and gripping a huge penis with the other.

After that, there are photos of Qiangzi deflowering the wife, but I don't plan to post those yet; I'll just post these for now! After editing, I hesitated for a long time before uploading! The post was quickly published.

I felt like I was waiting to give birth outside the delivery room, both excited and a little nervous, constantly refreshing the page.

Looking at the photos I had posted and waiting for the comments below,

this feeling was hard to describe! I hid the external hard drive before finally looking at the computer with peace of mind.

Before long, replies appeared one after another. Some comments said my actions were immoral, while others supported my actions. Of course, the most numerous comments were about my wife, which gave me a strange sense of excitement.

Before I knew it, I had been reading the post for several hours, refreshing it almost every so often, reading every single reply, sometimes even rereading them several times. As

time went by, I could no longer suppress my desires.

Reluctantly, I shut down the computer and left the study. My wife had already gone back to her room to rest. Seeing me come in, she assumed I was going to rest, but I pounced on her and began to have sex with her almost savagely.

This kind of behavior might have upset others, but for my wife, this savage, forceful feeling excited her. Far from complaining, she was incredibly satisfied with what I was doing! "Honey, you were amazing just now, even more amazing than usual! You almost killed me!"

"That's because I saw your photos on the website again, and the comments from those guys saying you have a great body and they want to fuck you, so I couldn't help getting excited,"

I said with a laugh.

"You really want people to see me naked?"

my wife said coquettishly.

I chuckled mischievously, "They don't know who you are anyway, so let them see how sexy you are. They can only watch and wait, unlike me, I can fuck you anytime!" "You're so naughty!"

Seeing that I wasn't really angry, my wife didn't seem to care much, and instead started to pout and act coquettishly.

Seeing my wife's alluring appearance, I thought of those comments online, and my previously limp penis became hard again. Chapter 17 (
March 9th ): Under my wife's surprised gaze, I shoved my penis into her mouth and began thrusting violently. My wife let out moans that sounded like a mixture of pleasure and grievance! The next morning, on my way to work, I unexpectedly received a call from Qiangzi's younger brother. He had seen the photos I posted the night before and was afraid I would misunderstand, so he called to explain. Of course, I wouldn't admit it, but I warned Qiangzi's brother not to talk about it. As long as he didn't post the photos, I wouldn't bother him. At the office, I turned on my computer, logged into the website, and found the post I made yesterday. The reply rate had actually surpassed that of the first season! After carefully reviewing the frequency, I felt a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment, even though I didn't take the photos, and even though the man in the photos wasn't... It's me, but she's my wife! It's hard to describe the feeling, but I know I'm starting to like it. This method excites me. It's a little unpleasant, but at least no one knows it's my wife. In a safe environment, I can naturally enjoy this exciting method, like satisfying my wife's fetish. I comforted myself with this thought! But I still needed to reassure my wife, let her know that Qiangzi's brother no longer had any photos, and that any future photos would be censored, so she wouldn't feel threatened. After thinking for a moment, I logged into another QQ account, the one I use to chat with my wife. Then I copied the post's URL and sent it to her, along with the message: "Little slut, is this you?" My wife doesn't use the internet at home during the day like before, so I don't know when she'll see it. I was going to close it after sending it, but unexpectedly, my wife replied.

"This...this isn't me."

My wife actually denied it. Thinking about it, it made sense; she wasn't stupid enough to admit it so easily.

"Not you? This body is clearly yours. I thought it was you, so I specifically hacked the photos. Since it's not you, I won't blur the rest of the photos."

I said this deliberately.

"It's you! You hacked his computer and took the photos? You, you can stop posting them! I admit it, it's me!"

My wife quickly replied.

"Haha, I knew it was you! I didn't expect you to take so many photos, even photos of you losing your virginity. Don't worry, I'll blur all these photos; no one will recognize you. Don't worry about that scumbag; the photos are all in my hands, he doesn't have them anymore."

"Can you give me back the photos? Don't post them online anymore?"

my wife asked.

"Of course not! You're such a slut, aren't you afraid of being seen anyway? Besides, haven't you seen so many people online asking for your photos? I'll blur them out. If anyone asks, just deny it!"

"Alright, I have things to do now. Let's talk about it next time. You can keep the website I sent you; you can check out the comments from other users when you're bored." After

I finished speaking, I went offline.

This way, my wife wouldn't have to worry about Qiangzi's brother having any more photos, or about any photos showing his face.

When I got home from work, my wife was already home, seemingly online.

I went over and said, "I've taken care of the photos. I had someone smash his computer and teach him a lesson. You don't have to worry anymore."

My wife's expression was a little strange. She opened a webpage and showed me the computer. I saw the second set of photos I had posted and exclaimed in surprise, "What happened?"

Pretending to be clueless, I sat down and carefully looked at the post, then said, "How could this happen? This is too much of a coincidence. The photos were stolen? If I destroy his computer, won't there be no photos on it?"

"I didn't expect this either,"

my wife said dejectedly.

“If it were a hacker, that would be a problem; there would be no way to get the photos back. But this guy said he wouldn't post photos showing his face, so it should be fine. He probably just got the photos because they're nice, and then posted them to improve his access rights!”

I said reassuringly.

My wife nodded. Although she was a little annoyed, she didn't seem very anxious. She probably knew that the person who posted the photos was an online friend she knew and chatted with well, so she wasn't worried about the other person posting photos showing her face.

Mission accomplished! This way, I could use the explicit nature of the photos to smoothly “train” my wife, and also let her know my attitude.

And I could also enjoy the fun of posting the photos! Although my wife and I had played simple sadomasochistic games, it was just bondage with stockings. If I suggested using props, my wife might agree, but she definitely wouldn't be able to let go.

However, if I waited until those photos were posted, and I saw that my wife had done it before, so that she wouldn't be too embarrassed to talk about it or feel awkward doing it with me like that, then when I brought it up, she wouldn't resist or feel uncomfortable.

Sometimes things are like that.

Sometimes the other person doesn't know you've done it, so you will try your best to hide that secret.

But once the other person finds out, they'll suddenly become indifferent and more relaxed.

My wife's current openness in bed is quite provocative.

But what I really want is for her to treat me like her master, to completely tear off her facade, to genuinely abuse and train me, not just treat it as a game.

These are completely different mindsets!

The photo issue seems to have ended there. There was no way to stop the hacker from posting the photos, and since the photos didn't show faces, although they caused a stir among male fans online, they didn't have any real impact on our lives.

If there was any impact, it was on our relationship! I continued to post a new set of photos every day, and each time I would deliberately show them to my wife, save the photos, and intentionally discuss her appearance in them with her. Sometimes I would even show her the comments from male fans.

Under these circumstances, my wife gradually opened up, and she knew that seeing these photos aroused me, making our sex life very exciting. She also got used to looking at the photos with me every day and then having sex, as if it had become a kind of spice in our sex life.

However, my wife had messaged me privately on QQ, implying that she didn't mind posting the photos, but hoped I wouldn't show my face. I readily agreed, and occasionally we would video chat. In the past, she seemed to let me see her body, but she consciously avoided showing her face. Now that I had all the photos and had already seen them, she started showing her face during video chats.

My wife has thousands of photos; of course, I couldn't post them all online, otherwise, it would take hundreds of seasons. However, many of the poses and content in the photos were repetitive, so I naturally didn't post those.

Around season twenty, I was posting photos of my wife during her "training" phase, with lingerie, stockings, dildos, and bondage props appearing frequently. The male fans gradually changed their comments from "This woman is so slutty" to "She's a sex slave," "Slutty bitch."

At this point, I felt the time was right to implement my training plan! "Baby, these photos are so sexy, I want to play with you like this too!"

I squeezed my wife's soft, large breasts hard with both hands, as if I wanted to burst them. My wife groaned in pain and said, "If you want it, of course I'll do whatever you say."

"Really? I know an adult store, let's go buy some props and have some fun tonight, how about it?"

I said with a wicked smile.

"Huh? Go now? It's so late, they'll probably all be closed. If you want to buy, can't you buy online?"

My wife said hesitantly, "It would be so embarrassing if someone recognized us!"

"They won't be closed, I want to play with you like this tonight. Besides, that place is quite far, they shouldn't recognize you. We have glasses and a mask at home, just wear them."

After saying that, I let go of my wife, went into the bedroom and came out with the things I had prepared beforehand.

Seeing how determined I was, my wife didn't refuse anymore. Although my wife hid it well, I could still feel that she was actually very much looking forward to it. At the club, although Sister Zhang would also train her, and all the necessary tools were provided, the training and sex were separate. This left my wife somewhat unsatisfied; strictly speaking, she hadn't been trained like that in a long time.

Large black sunglasses and a mask completely obscured her face, making it impossible to see what she looked like.

"Good, that's fine,"

I said with satisfaction.

My wife said, "Then I'll go get dressed."

"I'll get it for you; wear whatever I say,"

I said, going back into the bedroom and returning with the clothes. It was the same black, sexy backless dress my wife had worn when she met that master at the budget hotel.

"Where's your underwear?"

my wife asked, taking it from me.

"Don't wear anything else, just wear this dress without anything underneath. Nobody knows who you are anyway; that's what makes it exciting!"

"Huh? Aren't you afraid I'll expose myself and be seen?"

"What's there to be afraid of? So many people on the website can see it clearly!"

I laughed and said,

"If you don't mind, I'll wear it!"

My wife said playfully, then put on the dress.

I had seen my wife wear this dress before, but back then she wore it for someone else; now she was wearing it for herself, so the feeling was completely different! After she put it on, I handed her the high heels. Except for not wearing stockings, my wife was dressed exactly the same as before. Of course, back then, my wife hadn't covered her face.

"Baby, you look so sexy. If you walked down the street, a lot of people would hit on you, and they might even think you were a prostitute!"

I said with a wicked grin.

My wife said playfully, "What are you so excited about? Do you want me to be a prostitute?"

"Baby, if you were a prostitute, you'd definitely be the top one, and not just anyone could sleep with you. Haha, let's go!"

I laughed, put my arm around my wife's waist, and went downstairs. We didn't run into anyone downstairs. After getting in the car, we went straight to an adult store.

This adult store was one I had chosen beforehand. It was quite far from where I lived and from our usual haunts, firstly to ensure we wouldn't run into anything unexpected. Secondly, the store's location was relatively secluded, so it wouldn't be frequented by many people. I'd observed it a few times, and usually only the owner, a man in his forties, was there.

"This is it."

After driving for about half an hour, I parked the car to the side of the road. The adult store was right next door; it looked somewhat run-down and wasn't very large.

"Don't speak when we go in, so I can't recognize your voice. I'll do what I tell you, understand?"

My tone became stern. My wife seemed to be getting into the swing of things, nodding to indicate she understood.

I led my wife out of the car and into the adult store. The owner was sitting behind the counter at the entrance, seemingly doing nothing. He greeted us warmly when we entered, then noticed my wife, and his eyes lit up! A sexy dress, large breasts, high heels—this outfit was very provocative. Combined with the glasses and mask my wife was wearing, and the fact that she was with a man in this kind of place, the owner immediately guessed that she was a secretly horny woman!

"What do you need? Don't let the small size of my shop fool you, I have a wide variety of things,"

the owner greeted me warmly.

I glanced around; the shop was indeed small, only about 30 or 40 square meters. Shelves lined the walls, displaying a wide variety of sex toys, and the walls were covered with erotic clothing and props. A simple fitting room was nearby, with a curtain, but it didn't reach the floor; if you stood inside, you could see at least down to your knees. Next to the fitting room was a mirror.

"I want to buy sadomasochistic props, like those ropes and handcuffs,"

I asked.

The owner immediately replied, "Yes, of course. A lot of people like to play these games now. There's a special corner over there with SM props. I'll take you to see."

"No need,"

I said, turning to my wife, "You go ahead, pick out what you used to use."

My wife hesitated, then nodded and walked towards the corner.

The shopkeeper couldn't help but show envy. Although he couldn't see her face, just by looking at her outfit and figure, he knew she was top-notch. And she even played SM! It seemed she'd done it before—a rare sight indeed!

"Brother, you're lucky! Is your wife your girlfriend?"

the shopkeeper asked enviously.

Although his voice wasn't loud, the room was small, and his wife must have heard him, turning her head to look at him.

"What good fortune? Even if I were lucky, someone else beat me to it. Just a slut I met by chance. I heard she's really hot, so I wanted to try her out, that's why I came to buy things!"

I said casually, secretly glancing at my wife. Her body trembled, and she immediately lowered her head to pick out items.

"Really? That's a real shame!"

the shopkeeper said regretfully, then suddenly winked and gestured as if counting money.

I nodded. "A thousand dollars a night, do you think it's worth it?"

"So you really do this kind of work? No wonder you're dressed so provocatively. I knew it, even a decent woman wouldn't dare dress like this, even if she came to buy something! I don't know what your face looks like, but your figure alone is worth it, especially those breasts, it would be so much fun to tie them up."

When the boss heard that she was a prostitute, his voice grew louder, and he spoke more casually, his gaze darting around unabashedly.

"Not wearing a bra?"

My wife's back was to us, and the boss could clearly see her snow-white back. Because her clothes were stretched taut by her large breasts, the edges of her breasts could be clearly seen through the gap in her clothes!

Seeing the boss staring at my wife so unabashedly, I felt very excited and said with a smile, "Yeah, not even wearing underwear, isn't that provocative?"

"Provocative, really provocative!"

The boss nodded repeatedly.

By this time, my wife had already picked out a lot of things. She walked over with her head down. "Ropes, handcuffs, nipple clamps, collars, blindfolds, and gags? Quite a complete selection. Looks like an expert!"

The shopkeeper listed what my wife had bought, looking at her teasingly. My wife kept her head down and didn't say a word.

I wasn't surprised. My wife had done some simple things with Qiangzi before, and even more so with her master. She was definitely familiar with these props. It's natural that she would choose a complete set, especially the ropes—there was more than one.

"Of course she's an expert. Otherwise, why would I let her buy them herself? Buy whatever she likes,"

I said with a smile, slapping my wife's buttocks. She snorted

but didn't react. "Looks like you're missing something, right? A whip or a spanking? Especially a spanking, spanking is really exciting!"

the shopkeeper said lewdly.

"Hmm, I almost forgot,"

I nodded, glancing at my wife. She turned back to pick out more.

"Oh, and those dildos, AV wands, and vibrating eggs over there—what's that? Anal plug? Take that too. And that white, breast-revealing lingerie you're wearing, and that bodysuit—buy them all."

I instructed, and my wife picked them up one by one as I told her.

As she stood up to hook her clothes, her skirt involuntarily lifted, revealing her snow-white buttocks, much to the shopkeeper's delight. The shopkeeper clearly understood that I was doing this on purpose, giving me a thumbs-up—good for him!

"Brother, let me touch this slut later, I'll give you a discount,"

the shopkeeper whispered.

"Isn't that a bit inappropriate?"

Although I didn't mind him touching my wife, it seemed difficult to explain later.

"What's inappropriate about it? You paid for her anyway, and she's a prostitute; being touched a few times is normal, isn't it? She's not your wife, so you're not losing out. I'll give you a discount, and you can save some money,"

the shopkeeper urged.

I thought for a moment, nodded quietly, and then, taking advantage of my wife's inattention, turned on the phone.

When it rang, I took the phone and walked over to my wife, casually handing her my wallet: "You can pay the bill later. The boss is calling; I'll go answer it. I'll wait for you in the car."

After saying that, he turned and left without waiting for his wife's reply, giving the shop owner a wink before he left.

Back in the car, I held the phone to my ear and stared into the store; from this angle, I could see the counter perfectly. Just then, my wife seemed to have finished buying her things and went to pay at the counter. The shop owner came out from behind the counter and stood next to her, whispering something. Then I saw his hand start groping my wife's buttocks.

My wife tried to stop him a few times, but it seemed to have no effect. She also secretly glanced in my direction a few times. Finally, she seemed to stop resisting and let the shop owner touch her.

From my angle, I could see that my wife's skirt was almost completely lifted up, her snow-white buttocks being roughly kneaded by the shop owner's large, rough hands, while his other hand was pinching her breasts. This guy must be really enjoying himself; both my wife's buttocks and breasts felt amazing!

After about five or six minutes, the shop owner reluctantly released my wife and paid for her purchase. My wife hurriedly grabbed her things and quickly got into the car.

Once in the car, my wife lifted her mask, took off her glasses, and let out a long sigh. I pretended to have just finished a phone call and asked her, "Finished shopping?"

"Yeah,"

she nodded softly, her face slightly flushed.

"Was it exciting? Did he say anything to you? Did he take advantage of you?"

I asked with a wicked grin.

My wife blushed and said, "It's all your fault! You made me dress like this and tell him I was a prostitute, so he really thought I was. He was being flirtatious with me while we were paying, and he even touched me inappropriately."

"He touched you?"

My wife hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly. "I... I didn't dare to speak up. I tried to stop him a few times, but it was no use, and... he touched me."

"Let him have his fun,"

I said with a wicked grin, then lifted my wife's skirt and touched her vulva. "It's so wet, you little slut. Did you enjoy being touched?"

My wife didn't answer at first, but after my questioning, she nodded slightly. That's progress! She dared to admit to me that she was touched and even got excited. Although it was intentional, it was still progress.

"Honey, let's go home, I... I want it,"

my wife whispered.

"You want it already? No rush, I'm going to train you today."

I chuckled, took the bag, and found the vibrator. I saw that it was cordless, so I immediately opened it and inserted it into my wife's vagina.

I inserted the entire vibrator into my wife's vagina, leaving only a small string sticking out, and then turned it on. My wife immediately groaned and trembled. Seeing my wife breathing softly and trembling slightly, it seemed that the vibrator was working well!

I put the remote control aside and took out nipple clamps from the bag. This was the first time I had used these. I glanced at my wife; her nipples were already fully erect. I tried clamping them on, and my wife immediately groaned in pain, but didn't stop me. It seemed that she was already in the mood.

I decided to go all the way and took out a collar to put on my wife. Then, holding the string with one hand, I started the car and slowly drove back. My wife's moans grew louder, her body twisting more and more exaggeratedly. Her legs were pressed tightly together, rubbing against each other, her pretty face gradually turning red, her eyes slightly narrowed, her lips opening and closing, looking incredibly alluring.

"Ahhhhhh...husband, I...I'm coming, I'm coming...ahhhhhh...I'm climaxing..."

My wife suddenly clutched her breasts, almost lying back on the chair, her legs clamped tightly together, screaming hysterically.

Hearing that sound, I almost lost control; it was too seductive! Luckily, there weren't many cars on the road, and I slowed down, otherwise I would have stopped the car.

After a long while, my wife's moans finally subsided, and she relaxed, but she was still panting, so it seemed her climax was over! I tugged at the rope, and my wife looked at me with a dazed expression.

"Was it good?"

"Mmm."

My wife squinted her eyes, her lips pouting, and responded softly. Because of the collar, my head was pulled back, tilted upwards. When is a woman most alluring? This is exactly how my wife looks right after her climax!

After a moment, her body started trembling again. I hadn't turned off the vibrator the whole time, so it must have been stimulating her again. I have to say, my wife is quite sensitive.

By the time we got back to our building, it was late at night, and only a few houses upstairs had their lights on. I got out of the car, went to the passenger side, opened the door, and pulled my wife out using the rope. She gasped and squeezed her legs together, worried the vibrator would fall out.

I locked the car, put a mask and glasses on her, and then, with a sudden burst of courage, I led her into the building and into the elevator! I'd often seen scenes like this in porn: a woman with a vibrator inserted in her vagina, being remotely controlled as she walked down the street. My wife looked almost exactly like that, hunched over, legs squeezed together, hands pressed against her lower abdomen.

Once in the elevator, she leaned against me, limp and powerless. I adjusted the vibrator's frequency from time to time, watching her lewd expression as she was stimulated.

We got out of the elevator, opened the door, and went inside. My wife seemed to relax, finally collapsing to the floor. I took off my shoes, grabbed the rope, and walked towards the living room. My wife, pulled by the rope, involuntarily got up and was dragged step by step to the sofa.

I sat down on the sofa, looking at my crawling wife: "Do you know what you look like right now?"

"Like...like a bitch,"

my wife whispered.

"That's right, like a horny bitch."

I pulled the rope hard, and my wife involuntarily leaned closer, looking up at me.

"Do you want me to discipline you?"

"Yes!"

My wife nodded heavily.

"Want what?"

I asked sharply.

"Want my husband to discipline me, to discipline this bitch."

The vibrator buzzed, and my wife's buttocks writhed.

"Wrong, from this moment on, I am your master!"

"Master, this bitch wants to be disciplined by her master,"

my wife said without hesitation, excited.

"That's a good girl!"

I removed the clamps from my wife's nipples, and she gasped, seemingly in pain.

"Take off your clothes yourself,"

I ordered, loosening the ropes. My wife knelt on the floor, removing her clothes, glasses, mask, and other items. Although I hadn't explicitly forbidden the vibrator from falling out, she was very obedient, carefully preventing it from slipping out.

I, on the other hand, had already dumped all the things I'd bought onto the sofa. Looking at this pile of tools, I was truly at a loss, unsure where to begin—I had no experience! Glancing at my wife, now naked and looking at me with longing, I took out the dildo. It was made just like a real penis, even having testicles, though it wasn't electric.

"Do you want it?"

I asked, and my wife nodded.

I held the dildo to my wife's mouth, and she obediently opened her mouth and took it in, stroking it. Watching her so wanton expression, as if she were sucking a real penis, she not only sucked but also licked it back and forth with her tongue. Soon, the dildo became wet, covered in her saliva.

"Take out the vibrator, put the dildo on the ground, and insert it yourself."

My wife reached out and pulled out the vibrator, which was already soaking wet. She then placed the dildo on the ground, secured it, squatted down, spread her legs, and slowly sat down. "Mmm..."

Accompanied by her moans, the dildo was already inside her.

Looking at her open lips, her satisfied expression, her slightly undulating waist and buttocks, the word "slutty" hardly suffices to describe her.

Holding the leather handcuffs, I got up and walked behind my wife, placing her hands behind her back and handcuffing them. My wife suddenly felt somewhat restricted, and her body involuntarily arched. I squeezed her soft, large breasts a few times, teased her nipples, and then clamped the clips back on. At this point, my wife seemed to feel no pain, or perhaps the pain only excited her more. Even in this precarious state, she was still swaying her hips, letting the dildo thrust in and out of her vagina!

"Slut!"

I cursed, picking up the dildo. It looked a bit like a ping-pong paddle, but long and narrow. I tested it by slapping my palm, adjusting the force, and then used the dildo to poke my wife's breasts. Watching those soft breasts sink in as I thrust was truly stimulating. After

a few thrusts, I started slapping my wife's breasts, not with much force, but with a loud sound. Her breasts shook and trembled from the impact, and my wife moaned.

"Does it hurt?"

My wife's reaction and the sound startled me; I thought it was very painful. But she shook her head: "No, it doesn't hurt."

I breathed a sigh of relief and continued slapping.

The sounds of "slap, slap, slap" were exceptionally loud. My wife was already unable to maintain her balance, her body swaying constantly, making it difficult for the dildo to penetrate properly. However, she was completely aroused. Her

breasts were slightly red from the slaps, which made me feel a little reluctant, but seeing the excited expression on her face each time she was slapped, I could tell she was enjoying it.

I took off my clothes, my penis already erect. Standing in front of my wife, holding the rope, looking down at her weak yet excited expression, I forcefully shoved my penis into her mouth. My wife seemed to let out a satisfied moan, then began to masturbate almost frantically, like an addict seeing drugs, extremely frenzied. The

"pop, pop" sounds of oral sex were particularly enticing, my entire penis was already wet, and saliva was dripping from my wife's mouth. Under this stimulation, I pulled the rope as close as possible, pressing my wife's head tightly against my body, inserting my penis completely into her throat, then bending down and slapping my wife's snow-white buttocks.

My wife's body twisted and turned, her head writhing. As everyone knows, deep throating can't be maintained for long, otherwise breathing becomes difficult. Seeing my wife like this, I couldn't control my excitement and began to slap her harder.

"Ugh...ugh..."

My wife was already groaning. After about ten slaps, I suddenly pulled my penis out. My wife coughed immediately, saliva dripping down her face, looking very pitiful. This was the first time I had so cruelly abused my wife, but her reaction was beyond my expectations.

After catching her breath, my wife actually took my penis into her mouth again and started stroking it, even actively deep throating and twisting her hips, seemingly wanting me to do it again. This made me realize that in sex, there's no need to pity my wife, or rather, she enjoys this kind of grievance. As long as I maintain a good balance and don't really hurt her, no matter how much I abuse or humiliate her, she won't truly feel wronged; instead, she'll become even more excited.

Having figured this out, I let go, and understood why couples often can't let go—not just my wife, but even I was somewhat restrained. Stripped of our roles as husband and wife, we were simply a man and a woman.

I began my sadomasochistic behavior again.

Chapter 18:

Looking at my naked, satisfied wife sleeping beside me, the red welts on her fair buttocks from the whipping, I recalled my earlier frenzy and her excited, satisfied expression. I finally understood the joy of discipline—that supreme, all-encompassing control, watching a woman's pain and pleasure—it truly possessed a captivating charm, an irresistible allure! Under this almost perverse sadomasochistic treatment, I vented twice. Although I felt a pang of regret afterward, seeing my wife's utter satisfaction brought me peace.

After this training, I felt my wife had changed again, not in a passive, nurturing way, but from the inside out, radiating a strange, indescribable aura.

But one thing I could describe was that my wife was gradually moving closer to becoming a sex slave. Although my wife was always very obedient at home before, there was still a certain distance between us. But after this, she seems to have developed a greater sense of awe and ingratiation towards me, even in everyday life, I can feel her subservience. It

's fair to say that my role as husband and my excitement as the master are gradually merging, especially after our nightly sadomasochistic sex sessions. That feeling has become increasingly intense. Sometimes, when my wife calls me for dinner or brings me tea while I'm playing games, she doesn't call me "husband," but "master!" There's no coercion, no shyness, it just comes out naturally. Sometimes my wife realizes it and smiles shyly, but sometimes she doesn't even realize she's saying it.

This kind of life makes me incredibly satisfied, or rather, it's the life I've always dreamed of. But what truly makes me happy is my wife's change, especially after I forced her to give me oral sex one morning. She said softly, "I really wish I didn't have to go to work, so I could stay home with you every day."

Those words mean more to me than my wife saying "I love you!"

My wife's thoughts and feelings are completely focused on me alone; she doesn't even want to go to the brothel anymore. In the past, even if she still had feelings for me, she would never have had such thoughts. The scales in her heart had completely tipped towards me!

Did I want my wife to work as a prostitute? No, fundamentally, I didn't like it. It was all just because of my wife's sexual fetish. Although it's undeniable that I also enjoyed this cuckolding game, if possible, I still hoped my wife wouldn't do it. If we really wanted to play, we could do it privately. Besides, I could already satisfy my wife's sexual fetish, couldn't I?

Thinking of this, I decided to discuss it with Sister Zhang. I called Sister Zhang and said I wanted to meet, and she agreed, arranging the meeting at my house. My wife couldn't come back from the club, and I had gradually gotten used to meeting Sister Zhang at home.

Not long after, Sister Zhang arrived. "Is something happy happening? You look so happy!"

As soon as I saw Sister Zhang, I noticed that she was radiant, smiling like a Maitreya Buddha.

Sister Zhang said with a smile, "There is indeed good news, but we'll talk about it later. What did you call me over for? Has your wife not satisfied you lately?"

"It's different. Even if she satisfied me, I still miss Sister Zhang's touch!"

I said with a laugh, then paused and added, "Actually, I called Sister Zhang over because I need your help."

"You need my help? What is it?"

Sister Zhang said.

"It's about my wife. I've recently started training my wife, and it's been very effective for both of us. So I was thinking, could you please stop having my wife entertain clients?"

"Oh? You're thinking it would be best if your wife stopped going to the club altogether? You, you, I helped you get your wife sorted out, and now that you've trained her and are satisfied, you want to kick me to the curb?"

Sister Zhang snorted angrily.

I quickly explained, "No, I didn't mean that. If it weren't for your help, things wouldn't be like this now! Besides, we signed a contract; my wife has to be your sex slave for ten years! I just hope she won't have to work as a prostitute, so she can spend more time with me. You know we didn't have many opportunities before, and now that everything is finally better, it's a bit of a regret that we don't have much time together!"

Sister Zhang was silent for a moment before, then said, "I said before that I would help you find out my wife's secret, and then you would do something for me, remember?"

"I remember?"

"Do you know what it is?"

"No."

Sister Zhang smiled and said, "What I was thinking was to have your wife have a child for my husband."

"What? Have my wife be a surrogate? No way, I won't agree to that. I could accept having your husband sleep with my wife, but having her pregnant and have a child for your husband is absolutely impossible."

I panicked as soon as I heard that.

Sister Zhang chuckled and said, "Why are you in such a hurry? You look like you're about to go to war. Didn't I tell you? This is what I was thinking back then. I couldn't get pregnant, and although my husband was having an affair, neither of them had gotten pregnant. I felt bad about it, and I didn't trust anyone else. Your wife was the best choice. After you two had a child, your wife could have my husband's second child. But now, it's not necessary anymore..."

"Not necessary anymore? What happened?" "

I'm pregnant!"

"Huh?"

I looked at Sister Zhang in surprise. "You're pregnant? Really?"

"Really! I don't know why, but I went to the hospital for a checkup, and it's true, I'm a month along."

Sister Zhang said happily.

"Then...whose is it?"

I suddenly remembered that Sister Zhang and I always ejaculated inside each other. If she's really pregnant, whose is it?

Sister Zhang said with a smile, "Nonsense, of course it's my husband's. I've been counting down the days, it's not yours. But even if it were yours, I would still give birth to it. After all, it's so rare for me to get pregnant, and it's my child."

I smiled awkwardly, thinking to myself: It's one thing for you to cheat on your husband, since you both know it and don't seem to care, but it would be really unfair if your husband became a father unexpectedly.

"So, even if you hadn't called me, I was planning to contact you! Now that I'm pregnant, I definitely need to be careful, so I won't be doing it with you anymore, and I probably won't have time to go to the club. So, your wife doesn't need to entertain clients or go to the club for now, lest something happens while I'm not there. Besides, it's pointless for her to go if I'm not there. How about that, can you rest assured now?"

"Hehe, that's great."

I didn't expect this to happen. I should have known better than to ask.

"Don't get too excited yet. Even though she doesn't have to go anymore, she's still my sex slave. She has to be available whenever I call, keep me company, and stuff. Besides, when her belly gets bigger and she can't move around easily, she'll have to come to my house to take care of me and my husband,"

Sister Zhang snorted.

"That's no problem... wait, take care of you and your husband?"

I asked, stunned.

Sister Zhang nodded and said, "Yes, my husband already knows I'm pregnant. He's overjoyed, and he's dumped all the other women. He's worried I'll be angry because of it. But with ten months of pregnancy, and my husband being a womanizer, wouldn't he be driven crazy if he couldn't have sex for ten months? So your wife will not only have to take care of me, but also let my husband satisfy his sexual desires. You're okay with that, right?"

I thought about it. Rather than working as a hostess at the club, it wouldn't be a problem to keep Sister Zhang's husband company. Besides, I've been sleeping with Sister Zhang for so long. It's only fair that she sleeps with my wife. I have nothing to complain about, especially since my wife is that kind of person.

"Okay, I agree."

"That's good. But it won't be that quick, at least four or five months. During this time, she can spend more time with you. As for after I give birth, I probably won't have much time to go to the club anymore, so your wife won't need to go anymore. That's the end of the club business."

"Okay!"

That's even better, of course I couldn't be happier to agree.

"However, your wife is quite famous at the club now, it's a bit of a pity that she's leaving like this. Before she leaves, I'm planning to hold a gang rape party, and the main character will be your wife. I'll invite some of the club's regulars to come and play, consider it your wife's farewell lewd performance at the club!"

Sister Zhang said.

Gang rape? Although my wife has received quite a few clients during this time, including some one-on-one encounters with several people, it's not like she's actually gang-raping someone openly.

"How many people are you planning to arrange?"

"Since it's a gang rape party, and the last one, the scale won't be small. There are probably more than twenty regular customers who have slept with your wife before, and I plan to invite them all."

"More than twenty people? That...that's too many. Can my wife handle it?"

I was shocked.

Sister Zhang said with a smile, "Don't worry, you underestimate your wife's abilities. Although there are a lot of people, she'll only need to rest for a couple of days afterward and she'll be fine. Anyway, she won't be going to the club anymore, and she doesn't have anyone else outside now. As long as you keep things under control, it'll be fine, right? Besides, not everyone will necessarily participate, and we don't even know how long they'll stay! But you can make a small profit, and we can use this time to settle the money your wife earns for you. In addition, I'll arrange for you to participate as well. Don't you want to see your wife being gang-raped in person? Don't you want to see your wife being played with so wantonly and then have a go at it yourself? You might not be able to find such an opportunity again!"

Sister Zhang's suggestion tempted me. Perhaps because I had started training my wife and knew about her past, I wasn't too concerned about the gang rape, as long as I made sure my wife wouldn't get into any trouble. Besides, from now on, my wife wouldn't need to go to the club anymore, and she wouldn't have the chance to play around anymore. Moreover, since Sister Zhang had made the suggestion, I couldn't refuse her.

After I agreed, Sister Zhang went back to make arrangements, which would take about two or three days. I also needed to make some arrangements. First, I definitely couldn't "train" my wife for the next two days, lest I exhaust her. Second, I could imagine that my wife would be exhausted afterward and would need rest. So I lied and said that something urgent had come up at work, requiring me to go on a business trip for about three to five days. This way, my wife would have plenty of time before and afterward.

As for me, I naturally went to work as usual and checked into a hotel to rest in the evenings. My wife would definitely not come to the company to find me. Especially after starting to work at the club, my wife was deliberately avoiding being seen in public, staying only at the club and at home, clearly having reservations.

That day, I received a call from Sister Zhang saying that everything was ready and I could come over, but I still had some work to finish, which would take some time. However, Sister Zhang said that everything was ready there, and the people had already arrived, so they wouldn't wait for me to start and would come over after I was finished. I knew that they couldn't change their schedule for me, so I could only finish my work gradually.

Half an hour later, I finally finished my work and took a leave of absence to head straight to the club.

When I arrived, I called Sister Zhang, who came out to meet me. I eagerly asked, "How did it go?"

"Playing around, already shot twice,"

Sister Zhang said.

"So fast? How many people are there in total?"

"Thirteen, but we'll count you as fourteen. Here, put this on and just go in."

At the door, Sister Zhang handed me a mask. I hesitated, then put it on and looked at myself; they probably wouldn't recognize me.

I pushed open the door and saw shoes, socks, and clothes scattered all over the floor. Then I heard my wife's moans. Looking into the bedroom, I saw the bed had been moved, replaced by a large mat on the floor. More than ten masked, naked men surrounded it. In the center of the mat, my wife was being attacked by three men. One was on top, penetrating her vagina, while another was behind her, inserting his penis into her anus. My wife was on all fours, her head slightly raised, her mouth stuffed with a penis, being violently penetrated by one of them!

Three holes at once! Watching my wife's fair and beautiful body being played with and penetrated by three men, the scene instantly excited me.

"Exciting, isn't it?"

Sister Zhang asked softly.

I nodded and said, "It's really exciting. It's my first time being penetrated in three holes at once. But, did they both wear condoms?"

"Don't worry, they did."

I was relieved and began to enjoy the experience. Watching my wife's vagina and anus being penetrated by the penis, surging rapidly and intensely, the two men seemed to be competing with each other, their speed increasing. My wife's expression was indescribable, a mix of pain and excitement. Her hair was disheveled, her mouth was full of saliva, and her body swayed back and forth as she was being fucked. Her huge breasts rubbed and squeezed against the man's body below.

My wife was completely helpless. The thick penis went in and out of her mouth, fiercely. Several times, my wife couldn't help but tremble, gasping for breath whenever she had a moment, only to have it quickly blocked by the penis. Her small mouth couldn't make a sound, she could only moan from her throat, but this sound was more alluring than moaning!

The man fucking her anus suddenly gripped my wife's waist tightly and began to writhe rapidly, accompanied by low growls and rapid thrusting. Finally, he stopped, slowly and forcefully thrusting a few times before pulling his penis out. I looked and sure enough, she was wearing a condom, and the tip was covered in white semen!

The man, panting, left his wife, casually took off the condom, and walked to the side. That's when I noticed a glass bowl there. I saw the man squeeze the semen from the condom into the bowl, then go to rest. What was he doing? Was he storing semen?

At this moment, the man who had made his wife perform oral sex went to the side, picked up a condom, and came behind his wife. Good heavens, at least dozens of condoms! The man put on the condom but didn't immediately insert it. Instead, he forcefully spread his wife's buttocks with both hands, and her pink and red anus immediately opened, much larger than usual. The man repeated this several times, and finally even started whipping his wife's buttocks, which made her scream with excitement, but her mouth was still stuffed with a penis.

"Ugh..."

His wife suddenly choked loudly, her body stiffening and incomprehensible. It turned out that the man had already inserted his penis into her anus and was slowly thrusting in and out.

At that moment, I noticed three people quietly leaving and returning to the living room to get dressed. They must have been the same three men I had ejaculated with earlier. After they finished dressing, they left. I walked over to Sister Zhang and asked, "They're gone?"

"Yes, I stipulated that each person can only have sex once. Otherwise, if more than ten people took turns, even if it lasted a whole day and night, she would be fucked to death!"

Sister Zhang said.

"Thanks!"

I was grateful for Sister Zhang's thoughtfulness.

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