[Disciplining your wife]

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I am 29 years old this year, and my wife, Su Qin, is three years younger than me. She is petite and cute, with fair skin and

a good figure.
We have been married for more than three years. Qin'er is very obedient. I am her first intimate boyfriend, and she

is very cooperative with all kinds of positions and requests. However, after a while, it became a bit boring. Once, I saw some articles about "training" wives online

, and I decided to use them on my wife. Since she is the kind of introverted, shy, and conservative girl,

I was afraid she would refuse if I brought it up directly. So, I started showing her similar articles, pictures, and videos.
At first, Qin'er was too shy to watch them. After my long-term efforts, she gradually began to try reading some of

the articles and sometimes asked me questions. Of course, I tried my best to explain to her. Gradually, her views

changed a little. So, I started to have her close her eyes during sex and imagine that there was another man

having sex with us. After trying it many times, I found that when I described the scenario of pretending that we were having a threesome, she would make

loud noises and her lower body would twist very violently.
I knew the time was right, so I asked her, "Shall we try having someone come along?" She was

reluctant at first, but I brought it up a few more times when she was in a good mood. Finally, she shyly agreed one time, and I

knew my efforts were finally paying off.
Then I secretly went online to search for one-night stands, narrowed it down to a few people, and asked for their photos. I finally

selected a professor. He was refined-looking, physically strong, claimed to have exceptional sexual prowess, and only wanted a one-night stand—no

money, no lingering afterward. I arranged to meet him, checked if he matched the photo, explained

everything , and prepared him for my call.
On my wife's birthday, I asked her, "You've been complaining of neck and shoulder pain lately.

How about we get a massage therapist to come over and give you a massage?" She considered it for a moment, having never had a massage therapist come to her home before, and said, "It seems like

I could try. My shoulders are really sore, but is the massage therapist a man or a woman?" I deliberately said, "I don't

know. I read it in the newspaper. I'll call and ask!"
Thirty minutes later, the doorbell rang. Just as I expected, the professor, wearing dark sunglasses and

carrying a guide pole (I don't know where he got it from), dressed in a white t-shirt and athletic pants, pretended to be a blind massage therapist

and came in . I whispered for him to slow down a bit. After leading him into the room, my wife was surprised and whispered,

"It's a man!" I said, "Men are stronger and have better massage techniques. Besides, he's already here; we can't just

send him back, can we?" She said, "Oh."
The professor, feigning professionalism, said, "Go take a shower first, it'll be easier to massage you later." My wife

was a little hesitant, but she obediently went in to shower anyway. I took the opportunity to quickly remind the professor of a few key points.
After my wife came out, she was wrapped in a towel and lay face down on the bed. I sat next to

her

, starting to get excited. The professor climbed onto the bed, pretending to touch her towel, and whispered, "Please take off your towel." My wife looked at me with a troubled expression, and I added, "He can't see." My wife looked back at him more carefully. He was wearing sunglasses and deliberately pretending

to be blind, reaching into his bag and fumbling around for massage oil. My wife seemed relieved

and tossed the towel aside.
He started with her calves, applying the massage oil and massaging her body,

continuing straddled her buttocks and massaged her from her shoulders and neck down to her entire back. My wife closed her eyes,

looking very comfortable. It seemed he had practiced massage techniques diligently these past few days.
While massaging her, he said a lot of things like, "Your shoulder muscles are very tight, it must be because of too much work pressure.

Don't be " Then he climbed to the edge of the bed and started massaging his wife's thighs again. He slightly

parted her legs, and perhaps because she was no longer wary, she obediently parted them as well. I could see her vulva

faintly visible between her labia minora.
The professor began to gently massage her thighs towards her buttocks, then back up her calves when he reached the groin.

After , I noticed that every time he massaged her groin, he would arch his knuckles, intentionally or unintentionally touching her

genitals. The first few times, my wife would tremble slightly from sensitivity, but thankfully she thought it was inevitable.

After a few more rounds, his fingers massaged closer and closer to the groin. At this point, while he continued

massaging her thighs, his knuckles were essentially rubbing lightly against her vaginal opening.
I noticed that my wife's vaginal opening was starting to shimmer, and she was actually slowly producing vaginal fluid. Her eyes were tightly closed, and

she couldn't utter a single word. I noticed the professor's crotch was also erect; he seemed

unsatisfied and asked my wife to sit up so he could sit cross-legged behind her and continue the shoulder and neck massage.
Although he was behind my wife, since our bed faced a mirror, he could clearly see

her . My wife's face flushed, and she began to carefully examine the masseur's refined

appearance in the mirror. At this moment, I deliberately said, "You're sweating profusely, your shirt is soaked, do you want me

to take it off and let you dry it?" He didn't refuse and took off his shirt, revealing his well-defined chest muscles, clearly the

result of working out at the gym. I was quite envious; after years of working, my white muscles were already somewhat flabby.
He deliberately touched around and walked to the table to drink some water and rest. I noticed that my wife's

gaze never left his muscular physique, and she looked incredibly shy. I asked him to sit in the chair

and rest for ten minutes, then climbed into bed, kissed my wife, and whispered, "Was that comfortable?" She nodded.
I knew my wife's lower body had already been aroused, so I quickly added fuel to the fire,

taking the opportunity to caress her breasts and nipples. She pushed me away, saying, "Someone's here." I whispered, "He

can't see." Then I started sucking on her nipples and gently probing her vagina and clitoris with my fingers. Her lower body

kept writhing, leaving my fingers covered in her juices.
After seven or eight minutes of this, judging from my wife's reactions, I knew she was close to orgasm. I glanced at

the masseur , who, as if on cue, suddenly asked, "Miss, would you like to continue?" I pretended

to be startled and pulled my fingers out, abruptly stopping the stimulation. Based on my past experience, I knew my wife was in the most pain at this moment

, desperately hoping something would fill her vagina and bring her to a peak.
My wife was breathing rapidly, looking very uncomfortable, but I said, "We can start the massage again."

My wife seemed unsatisfied and reluctantly lay back down on the bed. The masseur sat down beside her and deliberately started

massaging . Sure enough, his knuckles began rubbing her clitoris. Since it was already soaking wet, I was sure my wife's vagina

was incredibly itchy.
After about three to five minutes, I deliberately asked, "Are you visually impaired or completely blind?" He said

he had been completely blind since childhood and couldn't see anything. My wife remained silent, only her rapid breathing could be heard. I

suddenly asked him directly, "You have a really great figure. Have any female customers ever asked you for more passionate services

?" He replied, "About three or five times." I said, "Were they satisfied?" He replied, "Perhaps

God took pity on me. Although I'm blind, I seem to be superior in this area. Everyone says

they , and I always treat them as consensual one-night stands."
I thought my wife was already extremely aroused, so I quickly pressed my advantage and said, "Can we

try it ?" He said, "If you're willing, you can try it!" My wife looked surprised,

but weakly whispered, "No! Isn't that inappropriate?" I quickly went over and whispered to comfort her, "It's okay.

He can't see anything anyway, and he doesn't know who you are. He'll leave today and won't recognize us later." My wife

didn't reply. I continued to kiss and caress her, specifically targeting sensitive areas. My wife began to close her eyes

and moan .
Two minutes later, he suddenly walked naked to my wife's side and began to caress her

breasts . My wife felt two hands on her body and opened her eyes in fright. We were both

startled by his enormous, erect penis: this was no ordinary size for an Asian man! To my eyes, it was nearly 20 centimeters long,

and most importantly , it was dark and thick. The erect penis was a deep brown color, with faint blue veins showing through; the purplish-black

glans was a large oval, like a small egg, enough to excite even a man.
My wife flinched slightly, and I quickly kissed her, saying, "I love you, I'm so excited right now

!" She was probably overwhelmed by desire and closed her eyes again, letting our hands

roam over her body.
I took a dark silk scarf and blindfolded my wife to ease her tension, and then the two men kissed and

touched every inch of her skin, taking turns sucking her nipples and playing with her clitoris and vulva. My wife's

body began to contort. I pulled her up slightly and put my penis in her mouth, thrusting it in and out. She

automatically knelt on the bed, raising her buttocks, her small labia slightly parted, revealing the tender red flesh inside. The masseur took the opportunity to

bury his head between her buttocks, licking her clitoris and labia, and then began to lick her

anus She let out a low growl of excitement, like a wild beast.
While teasing her with obscene words, I gestured to the masseur that it was time. He stood

by the bed, grasped his thick, black penis, aimed it at my wife's already overflowing vagina,

and thrust . With a "whoosh," it went in a third of the way. My wife let out a loud "Oh!" and said, "

No... don't do this..." She reached behind her with her right hand to stop him, but unexpectedly grabbed the thick, black penis that was already

a third of the way . "Oh..." she made a sound that was hard to tell whether it was excitement or something else, and she didn't seem to really want to

pull it out.
I quickly went to comfort her and saw that she had her back to the masseur, gently pinching his hot, wet

penis with her fingers, seemingly trying to test its thickness and length. I increased the speed of my thrusting in and out of her mouth,

forcing her hands back and brace herself on the bed.
At that moment, the masseur pulled back and then thrust forcefully. My wife screamed, spat out my penis, pulled

down the silk scarf over her eyes, and couldn't help but look back. His thick, dark penis was completely inside my wife's vagina

! Only a tuft of dark pubic hair was visible outside.
Then the masseur, holding my wife's buttocks, began a series of rapid, frantic thrusts, continuing for nearly

seven or eight minutes without stopping. I have to admit, I've never heard my wife moan so intensely and

frantically during sex in my life. She kept crying out, "I can't take it anymore... I really can't take it anymore! Oh... I'm going to fly...

Oh... Oh oh..." With the rapid pace of his thrusts, she kept yelling, "Oh... I'm going to cum...

I really can't take it anymore... I'm cumming... I'm cumming... Ahhh..."
The excited cries of my wife during her orgasm, accompanied by the crisp "slap slap

slap slap slap slap slap... slap slap slap slap slap... slap slap slap slap slap..." sounds of his penis slamming against her buttocks, excited me immensely. I saw

the masseur press his hands tightly against my wife's arms, already thrusting as fast as he could; in my experience, he was probably

about to finish.
After three minutes of deep and rapid thrusting, amidst his wife's piercing cries of "Oh...oh...oh...oh

...it's so full...my glans is getting bigger...hard...oh...oh...oh..."

, he closed his eyes, raised his chin, and let out several "uh...uh...uh..." before suddenly pulling out his penis and

ejaculating a large amount of semen onto his wife's chest.
Panting, he shoved his still-erect penis back into his wife's vagina, collapsing onto her lower abdomen,

speechless. His wife, utterly exhausted, could only breathe heavily, her chest rising and falling

, her vulva twitching with each orgasm, tightly gripping his penis in return for another kind of "massage. "
I winked at the professor with satisfaction; he smiled at me, seemingly very satisfied and weary, before

slowly withdrawing his semi-erect penis from his wife's vagina. After showering, we thanked each other repeatedly

as we saw him off, leaving in a strange atmosphere of mutual satisfaction.
Back in the room, my wife, perhaps having recovered from her daze, was wiping the semen from her chest and hair with toilet paper. Her

face flushed, she pulled the covers over herself, turned over, and went to sleep without even taking a shower. I asked her if she was satisfied, and she closed her eyes and

nodded . I knew I had successfully taken the first step, and the journey of "training" my wife was about to begin.
(To be continued
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