[My wife and I had a truly embarrassing experience]

In 1996, my ex-wife and I divorced amicably. She was my first love, but I wasn't hers.

During the two years we lived together, she secretly maintained contact with her ex-boyfriend. They were deeply in love.

However, her family strongly opposed their relationship, leading to their breakup, and her boyfriend went to another city to pursue his career.

Later, we married, and things were initially very sweet. However, the following year, she always said she was working overtime and often came home

very late. Then one day, she suddenly said to me, "Let's get a divorce." I was completely stunned.

She said calmly, "He came back to me. I love him very much, and I don't want to continue deceiving him. I want to be with him."

I asked her how long it had been, and she said, "About six months." My heart ached terribly; I wanted to cry but couldn't. She

later said, "After he came back, he always came to my workplace, and he always cried very sadly. I really love him too, and I want

to have a child with him..." Later, I found out they had slept together, and every time she had sex with him,

she felt .

I loved her very much; I was almost going crazy. I vented my anger on her, and she just sat there

silently . We lay back to back all night, and she didn't sleep either. I couldn't sleep either; I kept crying.

Later, I turned around and hugged her, and she lay passively and silently in my arms.

The next morning, she left early, leaving me a note saying, "She's been

staying at her mother's house these days, and I shouldn't go looking for her." I felt a deep desolation, a mix of sadness and heartache, and even more jealousy.

During the day, I went to her workplace, but people there said she had asked for some days off and was on sick leave. That evening, I went to

my in-laws' house, but she stayed in her room and wouldn't come out to see me. My mother-in-law asked if we had argued, but I

could say, and I couldn't say. I just said, "We had a little disagreement." I forced a smile, ate dinner, and then hurriedly

fled back home. I couldn't hold back my emotions anymore; I wanted to cry.

I went through the most difficult week, and from the initial sadness and jealousy, I slowly began to calm down. I asked

myself if I loved her, and a voice in my head answered, "Very much." I recalled all

the happy, sweet days we spent together, and I lost a lot of weight. I found a solution:

as long as she didn't leave me, I would forgive her and him. Even if she had a child with him, I would

raise it as my own. I made up my mind not to lose my temper with her anymore, and to treat her very

well every day. I believed that sincerity would win her heart back. For those few days, I kept thinking about this outcome, and

I slowly began to calm down. I felt it wasn't a big deal; loving someone means sacrifice, and I firmly believed

that doing so was the right thing to do. One day, she came back to get her clothes, and I immediately hugged her, not letting her leave. I sat on the bed

without saying a word, and told her my thoughts. She coldly said, "Can you do that? You're a man, don't be

so subservient." I still begged her, telling her I would do it. I hugged her, refusing to let her

go. She looked at me and said, "Fine, I'll stay home and not go anywhere. Let's see how long you can put up with it." That night, I

held her tightly, and she slept stiffly in my arms all night.

The next day, as she left, she tossed me a sentence: "I'm going to spend the day with him, and I'll be back late tonight.

Don't wait for me for dinner," then looked at my face coldly. I thought she was trying to provoke me. I had to

control myself, so I forced a smile and said, "Okay, whatever makes you happy. I'll tidy up the house during the day." She said, "

Okay then," and left without looking back.

I sat there dumbfounded all day. I knew what they were doing, but I still mustered my energy and

tidied the house beautifully. I thought only tolerance could win back her heart.

It was almost 11 pm when she came back. She told me to sit down on a chair, lay down on the bed without taking off her clothes, and fell asleep.

I went to her, but she ignored me. I then took off all her clothes, but she still ignored me. I couldn't

help but ask her, "Did you two do it today?" She raised an eyebrow and said, "Yes." I asked, "Was it good?"

She tilted her head and looked at me, saying, "Of course it was good." I knew you wanted evidence, and here it was,

she pointed to her breasts. I saw it too; there were several red marks on her white breasts. I knew they were

bite marks. Suppressing my jealousy and impulse, I said, "I like it when he bites you," gently stroking the red marks.

She coldly replied, "Let's see how long you can hold out." I felt she was going too far, so I said, "Fine, I'll fuck you now,

let's see if I fuck you better or he does." I touched her genitals, and she immediately covered herself, saying, "Don't touch

me, it hurts." "I won't lie to you, I did it with him four times today." I ignored her and lowered my head, spreading her

legs. I saw her vulva was swollen and red. She coldly said, "You saw it all, didn't you?"

I ignored her, gently licking her labia with the tip of my tongue. I knew she had a strong sex drive. After a while, she started moaning softly

. I parted her vulva and said, "So stimulating, like after being fucked." She spat out

three words : "You're a pervert."

I really was a pervert. Watching my wife's vagina, which had been used by someone else all day, my penis actually got hard

, but she wouldn't let me penetrate her, saying it really hurt. Later, she took the initiative to

suck the semen out of me with her mouth. After that, she became much gentler, softly wrapping her arms around my neck. She asked me, "Do you really love me

that much ? Are you really willing to do these things for me?" I nodded. She kissed my cheek: "Honey

, I really don't want to leave you either, but I really love him so much. Please forgive me." "I hugged her without saying a word.

For a while afterward, we didn't argue anymore, and she didn't verbally provoke me like that again. I

knew she would still sleep with him, but I accepted it.

We still had normal sex, and sometimes I would jokingly ask her: 'Is his penis bigger, or mine?'

She said they each had their own characteristics: his was short and thick, and it felt full when it went in. Yours was long, not as thick as his,

but it went in deep.

I would still often find teeth marks on her body, and I would often see her swollen from his fucking.

But this time, I didn't force her to have sex; I would gently lick her genitals to help her heal. Sometimes I would

lovingly say: 'Next time you ask him to fuck you, be gentle, don't be too rough, or you might hurt her.' She would just smile and say

: 'No, I won't.'

But after a few months, I noticed she was getting more and more tired, constantly busy with both of us men.

It was like we were taking turns; he would finish, then I would take over. I would finish, then he would take over. I felt sorry for her, and I slowly..."

It takes time to learn to let go; that's a kind of beauty. Finally, one day I mustered the courage to say to her, "Let's get a divorce." She

stared at me blankly for a long time, then kissed my cheek and hugged my neck: "Your husband doesn't want to leave you either,

but if this continues, we'll both get hurt."

We divorced peacefully.

I spent another five or six years in the north. I quit my job and went into business with a friend, achieving some success. During those years, I

met many women, but I didn't want to get married. I found my tastes had completely changed. I

had a unique fondness for married women. I liked to ride on top of them, cruelly abusing and humiliating them, leaving them

with no dignity. When I aroused them, I would thrust into them hard while making them shout

that I was fucking them, making them shout, "Husband, someone else is fucking me, it feels so good!" I found they enjoyed this

feeling of betrayal even more. I remember one married woman whose husband taught in another city. She was very sexy and beautiful, and her sex was

incredibly intense. She had been raped before; two men gang-raped her in a private room of a bar. She

said she was terrified at the time, but she reached an orgasm she had never experienced before. So she became addicted to that feeling.

Her husband always thought she was very obedient and knew nothing about these things. Later, I got a friend to come, and we had sex with her together on her

bed . Two men were thrusting into her, and she almost fainted. I completely stripped her of her

dignity, tying her naked to a chair like a female prisoner, making her spread her legs, and we took turns

interrogating her by touching her vagina. We asked her, "How many men have fucked her? How did they gang rape her? How did her husband do it to her?"

She mumbled incoherently, like she was in a daze, her vagina red and open, fluid flowing all over the floor. Later, we did this to

her a few more times, but my friend felt it was going too far and we stopped. Later, when we got tired of her, we dumped her.

Now I'm thirty-three, divorced for seven years, a successful businessman, though I've also been with many

women . But I can't forget my ex-wife from those years. I kept seeking out married women to vent

my emotions; I know this is a serious psychological disorder. At that point, I thought I needed to let go and stop

thinking about my ex-wife. I wanted a change of scenery, a place where nobody knew me, to rediscover myself.

So, in 2001, I drifted to Shenzhen alone. For the first six months there, I was very disciplined, focusing

all my energy on my work and trying to establish myself. But the nights were incredibly

lonely Looking out at the city lights from my apartment window, I felt so isolated. Sometimes I wondered

what my ex-wife was doing, and I knew the answer was simple.

When I was bored at night, I'd go online to kill time. Back then, QQ didn't have video chat; it was only

text and voice chat. I met many online friends, but they were mostly women I talked about sex with. One night, I

received a friend request on QQ. A woman named "Mo Ran" asked to add me, and that's how another

romance began. She later became my wife.

She said she was 32 and also in Shenzhen. We were both very lonely, and we quickly started talking about sex, then

texting each other. I found sex with her very pleasurable. Later, we talked every night and gradually became very

familiar with each other, seeing each other as a source of emotional support.

She said she had her first sexual experience at 19 with her college classmate and boyfriend. After graduation,

they broke up because they weren't assigned to the same jobs. At 23, she was introduced to a guy at work and

they quickly got married. However, she found he had a terrible temper and would beat her at the slightest provocation. So, at 25

, she resolutely divorced him. She'd met many men since then, and divorced women aren't afraid of anything.

If she felt good, she'd sleep with him; if not, she'd break up. She'd encountered all sorts of strange men. Some

liked to make her swear loudly during sex. Some constantly interrogated her about her past relationships with other men. Others liked to

expose her... At this point, she stopped. She said this was her current lover, her boss. Her boss had

a wife and children, and she had always wanted to escape but hadn't been able to.

She said he was incredibly prolific; they'd done it up to seven times a day in a hotel, practically all they did was

have sex, except for meals and sleep.

I understood then why she couldn't escape.

My wife still regrets telling me all this; at the time, neither of us had any intention of

being together .

I also talked to her about myself, about my ex-wife and boyfriend, and how I tolerated their sex life. She

would send me surprised emojis from time to time. Later, I talked about how I slept with those women after the divorce, how I humiliated

them, how I stripped them of their dignity. She sent me a secretly laughing emoji saying, "You're such a bad man,

but I like it."

Later, we went from having sex on QQ to having sex over the phone. We would always say very obscene and lewd things to stimulate

each other.

Later, during the day, she would often call me, sometimes saying she missed me, wanted to have sex with me, and wanted me to

put my penis inside her vagina. She wouldn't let me slip out while she was working, and she would often stimulate me like this.

Our relationship grew closer and more intimate every day, like the closest and best sexual friends.

She started getting even more mischievous. She even called to tell me that she and he had just finished having sex,

and . I asked her why she didn't wash it off. She playfully replied, "I secretly

ejaculated for you in the bathroom. I could only wash it off after I reported it to you." I laughed and said she was so funny.

Another time, she called again, then shushed me, "Don't make a sound, don't hang up, listen up."

Then I heard a man's voice, "Lanlan, are you done yet?" Then I heard her flirting lewdly with a man

, followed by various sounds: the sound of a bed, the sound of oral sex... "So loud and thick... Husband,

shoot more today..." Then came the sounds of sex and her moaning. In the end, I also came a

lot .

That night, she called to ask me if I enjoyed it during the day, and if I came a lot, as if she knew everything.

I felt like I was enjoying being with her more and more.

Sometimes she would call and say, "Little husband, big husband is going to mess with me in a bit, are you jealous?

" Then she would chuckle. She was so funny, she always made me incredibly aroused, as if she knew

exactly what I needed.

We kept talking on the phone like this every day for three months. She said her lover had gone on a business trip out of town, and she

was now free and really wanted to see me. She asked me to meet her, and I knew what that meant.

The first time I saw her, she was really beautiful, tall, with fair skin. That day we went to

a bar and stayed from afternoon until night. We drank a lot of beer, and finally she leaned tenderly against me. She

was drunk too, and she held my arm with her hand.

She asked in a daze, "I really like you, you bad guy." "You know that?"

I said, "I like you too, you bad woman."

She drunkenly said, "Do you want to sleep with me?"

I said, "I really want to sleep with you right now.

" She said, "Then I'll tell you a secret, I'm not wearing shorts down there."

She grabbed my hand, lifted her skirt, and let me touch her. Sure enough, she wasn't wearing anything there, and

there was a big wet, hairy patch. I touched her vulva with my hand.

She hummed with her nose .

Without asking me anything, she directly unzipped my pants and touched my penis, holding it and stroking

it.

Later we went to a hotel. As soon as we entered the room, we hugged and kissed passionately until we reached the bed. I started to undress her

, and in an instant we were both naked. I held her and started kissing her mouth, slowly kissing

her entire body. She vigorously stroked my penis with her hand.

Her breasts weren't very large, but they were round and full, with nipples that weren't drooping and were right in the center, purple and erect

. Her pubic hair was very thick, forming a perfect triangle. But it was straight pubic hair, without a single bend,

very sexy and neat.

At this moment, she started to climb on top of me, licking my chest, slowly licking and biting down...

and began to give me oral sex frantically. She used her mouth, tongue, and teeth to suck my testicles, bite my penis, wrap

around my glans, and frantically circle my glans with her tongue.

I also turned her around, spread her legs, and started to play with her vagina. My wife's vagina was very neat,

the kind that is very long and thin, with the clitoris and foreskin like a small nose. Her labia were purple, very thin and smooth. Her labia majora

were red and swollen, looking like they were swollen. There was a slightly darker ring around her vulva, likely from frequent arousal

and penetration. Her vulva was pinkish inside, and the opening was about the size of a little finger. I started licking it.

The fluid seemed to be flowing freely. She started moaning, writhing her body,

frantically stimulating my penis with her mouth and hands. She was very skilled; I felt myself losing control… I grabbed her buttocks and said, “Say it,

I’m going to cum, I can’t take it anymore…” She immediately took my penis deeply into her mouth, gently biting it with her teeth and

swirling her tongue around the glans… She hugged my legs to stop me from moving… A large gush of hot fluid shot out, filling her

mouth completely. She skillfully sucked the glans clean. Then she turned

her head and winked at me playfully, opening her mouth slightly to show me a white, sticky mass of semen. After that, she jumped

off the bed and went to the bathroom to vomit.

I felt so embarrassed, having given in so quickly. She went back to bed and hugged me tightly, gently stroking my

penis with her hand, saying, "I love it so much, it's so hard, like a little cannon, it shot so much!" I was a little embarrassed,

"I used to be really good, but this time I gave in so quickly." She tapped the tip of my pen with her finger, "You've met

your nemesis."

By this time, we were both a little sober, and we lay there, caressing each other's bodies and chatting. Looking at

her delicate body, I imagined her lying on the desk, her lover frantically thrusting into her. Even now,

thinking about my wife back then makes me very aroused. She seemed to read my mind, whispering in my ear, "

Are you jealous of him?" I immediately looked at her with a sly grin, grabbing and kneading her

breasts. "He should be jealous of me. From now on, when he sleeps with you, I'll sleep with you secretly too. I'm going to fuck his lover hard and

make him a cuckold." She twisted her body and said, "You're so bad, so naughty!" She pinched my penis

and then said, "If he finds out, he'll kill you. Are you scared?" Then she chuckled at me, and

I chimed in, "From now on, every time I fuck you, I have to report back truthfully, no mistakes allowed." She said, "

Yes, my little husband."

She touched my penis and thought for a moment before saying, "I have a question for you. If you're angry, I won't ask." I

said I'd told her everything, so why would I be angry? She grinned and said, "That man slept with your wife,

are you jealous?" I looked at her with a sly look and said, "Of course I'm jealous, I'm so jealous... but...

" She immediately asked, "But what..." I said, "Actually, I love her very much. At first, I was very sad,

but later I felt very excited. Every time I saw her vagina swollen from being fucked, I felt inexplicably excited.

But later she got too tired, so I let go. Otherwise, as long as she's happy, I would

tolerate ." She hugged me tightly and said, "You're such a good man. Why can't I meet someone like that?"

I touched her vulva and asked, "So who's touching you now?" She chuckled.

She said she didn't know what the future held, but maybe I would be her savior. She said her lover treated her

very well and took good care of her.

I suddenly remembered, "Does he like you exposing yourself?"

She nodded.

He could be a bit perverted sometimes, but she loved him, so she indulged him. They'd been together for two years, and she'd come to enjoy

the feeling.

His office was on the ninth floor, a separate room with a large floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking Shennan Avenue. His

desk was by the window, and he liked to... The boss was having sex with her at his desk. He was watching the endless stream of

traffic on Shennan Avenue while he did it.

She said she found it very exciting.

Sometimes, when it wasn't convenient, they would do it in a hotel. His lover liked to draw back the curtains and let her

have sex with him in front of the window. I asked if they weren't nervous, and she said that no one knew them anyway, and they would leave afterward.

I asked if anyone would see them, and she said sometimes they would.

I asked her what she would do if they saw, and she said it didn't matter, they would just keep doing it and making it more exciting.

Once, across from a hotel, about 30 meters away in an office building, several men were peering out

the window watching them have sex. They were making a lot of noise and jeers.

They didn't care. His lover felt incredibly excited; she was thrilled too. She made her spread her legs

facing them, then used her fingers to expose her vagina to them. She was wet all over. After they finished, they ran away

.

I got excited listening to this .

When she and her lover went out, she didn't like her to wear underwear; she wanted it bare. Sometimes she would deliberately make her

bend over, exposing her breasts in busy areas. Or she would deliberately squat in front of street stalls, letting the vendors

accidentally see her vagina. Every time they did this, she was wet down to her feet.

I touched her vagina and said, "You're such a slut." She deliberately retorted, "You're a bad person too."

Later, while laughing and talking, my penis got hard from her. I pressed her down on the bed and thrust into her hard. In the midst of this

excitement , I suddenly had an idea, so I went and opened all the curtains, making the whole room

clearly visible from the outside. She immediately started trembling and buried her face in the blankets. I knew she was overwhelmed by the stimulation. I

ignored them, straightening her body and thrusting into her wildly, saying as I fucked her, "Let everyone see you being fucked

." She tilted her head back, shaking excitedly. I turned her around, making her face the window as

I fucked her relentlessly, humiliating her, "Let the people in the building across the street see how your pussy is being fucked, let everyone see everything."

She kept moaning.

After the frenzy, she lay on top of me for a while, pounding my chest with her hands, "My little husband, you're so bad,

so bad, how can you be as bad as him?" Then she bit my skin. I flipped her over again, making her

face the window, rubbing her there. Soon she went crazy again, riding on top of me and shaking wildly.

After that, we often went wild in hotels. Sometimes she would talk about how he fucked her during the day to

arouse me. She would point to her pussy, describing how she licked it and fucked it. At that time, my wife and I were really

happy and excited.

So much so that later, because of these things, we had an accident, and she and I were subjected to great humiliation.

So, for six months, she was between me and his lover, her ass being alternately penetrated by both of us.

One night, she suddenly called, saying she was very sad and wanted to see me, so I went over immediately.

She said she had decided to leave her lover and didn't want to be a bad woman anymore. But she also knew there was no

hope for us because I knew her too well. The place she was living in was rented by her lover, and she

couldn't find a place to stay for the time being.

Actually, whether she was a bad woman or not, I didn't care anymore. I had experienced everything I needed to experience, and I

liked her very much.

So I forced her to move into my place and live with me. I told her that we were both

lonely people, and also the happiest people who understood each other best. Being with someone else meant too many worries and not necessarily happiness.

At the time, I was living in a high-rise apartment in Bagualing. The room wasn't very big, only 15 square meters. There was a large bed and a computer desk as soon as you entered

. The bed faced the balcony's floor-to-ceiling window, and outside the window were three or four high-rise

apartment buildings . I lived on the eighteenth floor.

Although it was simple, it became our cozy nest.

Every day after showering, we liked to stay naked in our room, watching TV or doing other things. We

never ; let the tall buildings across the street see us if they wanted, we didn't care, it only excited 　　us more .

We would make love on that bed facing those high-rises, striking all sorts of obscene positions, finding it incredibly

stimulating . It felt like every day was a performance, with countless people watching. But later, this stimulation couldn't satisfy our insatiable sexual desires. We discovered that the rural housing areas were all interconnected buildings, with the buildings practically touching. 　　I had a bold idea and told her we should move to the rural housing area; there, people would be able to see us very clearly, which would be very exciting. She was very compliant with me, rarely objecting, and I knew she was deliberately giving in to me, wanting to be truly with me. 　　We found a third-floor apartment in a rural housing area. The window faced the street, and just over 20 meters away were several seven-story residential buildings side-by-side—the perfect spot. So we rented it without hesitation and began our adventure. This final humiliation is something my wife and I will remember for the rest of our lives. 　　It was a one-bedroom apartment, with the bed right next to the window. The sofa in the living room also faced the window . Because it wasn't possible to be as unrestrained here as we were in the high-rise, we were both very reserved for the first few days. We would sit on the sofa in our bathrobes watching TV every day, and we never drew the curtains in the living room. Occasionally, we would be a little bolder and let her sit with one breast unintentionally exposed. I was sure that the people across the street could see her breast clearly. Sometimes I would let her expose her pubic hair, which always made her very itchy. For the first ten days or so, we kept it all understated. Every night when we made love in bed, we didn't dare not close the curtains because we were too close, but we weren't giving up. We would occasionally expose a quarter of the space so that people in the apartment building across the street could see everything clearly. 　　Gradually, my wife and I became bolder and bolder, and over the days we cultivated a group of loyal viewers. Several windows across the street always had their lights off. But we couldn't hide the shadowy figures looming in front of their window. They were constantly peeking at us, perhaps even with high-powered binoculars, able to see every single hair on my wife's pubic area . This only fueled our excitement, and we became bolder. 　　She started exposing her breasts, which I gently massaged. Later, her pubic hair appeared… Then I had her spread her legs, exposing her vulva. At our most aroused, I had her take off her bathrobe and sit on my penis facing the window, letting them see how I penetrated her. 　　Sometimes, I would spread my wife's legs wide open for them to see clearly. Other times, I would have her arch her back with her buttocks facing the window while giving me oral sex; it was incredibly stimulating. 　　Later, we moved to the street stalls downstairs. At night, my wife and I would go to the night market. I would have her wear loose pajamas, no bra, just shorts. When we saw an old man selling things on the street, I would nudge my wife, and she would pretend to bend down to pick something out, but in reality, her breasts would be completely exposed to the old man. Some elderly men would feel embarrassed and turn their heads away when they see this. But some old men are very lecherous; they will deliberately look up and recommend groceries to their wives, but their eyes are fixed on their wives' breasts, which is quite funny.

Later, when we made love in the bedroom, we would sometimes get so excited that we would open all the curtains, letting everyone across the street see everything

. This would lead to multiple orgasms each time. Then we'd have my wife face the window and lie there for a while, making those people across the street horribly jealous.

My wife and I became increasingly wild, which ultimately led to disaster.

One night, after showering, my

wife and I sat on the sofa with towels wrapped around our waists. Soon after, we started having sex, humming excitedly at the window.

Suddenly, we heard the sound of keys turning in the door. I immediately grabbed my shorts, while my wife hurriedly wrapped her towel around herself. The door opened, and

the landlord came in with a bunch of keys. Then, three security guards wielding batons rushed in. The landlord

shook his head helplessly and left.

One guard quickly closed the curtains, while the other two pointed their batons at my wife and me: "

What are you wearing? Take them off!"

My wife and I were stunned. One of them rushed over and ripped off my wife's towel, leaving her

standing .

The security guards pointed their batons directly at our noses and said, "We've been watching you two for days. You're shameless!

Someone reported you for engaging in erotic performances.

You two like to put on a show, right? We're here specifically to watch you. You have to do it.

After you're done, get out of here tomorrow. If you don't, we'll call the police."

Three security guards surrounded us, pointing their batons at my head: "You two better get on with it. You like to show off, don't

you ?"

My wife's face turned pale with fright, and I was trembling with fear.

I'll remember this feeling for the rest of my life. I'll hate security guards with a vengeance every time I see them.

My wife and I still didn't dare to move. Two security guards slapped our buttocks with their batons and pushed us onto

the sofa . My wife started crying.

One of them pointed a baton at my wife: "Shut up, you slut."

My wife immediately stopped crying, her sobs choking in her throat.

One security guard pointed at me: "Why are you wearing them? Take them off."

I obediently took off my shorts.

They pushed me onto my wife. My wife was trembling, her nipples quivering.

I got another whack on the butt with a stick, and the other guy yelled, "Stop arguing, get to work!"

I had no choice but to spread my wife's legs apart; she was lying naked on the sofa.

One of the security guards flicked at my wife's labia with a stick, and the other two laughed.

"Spread them open, or you won't get any water out!" they shouted, calling the police

. I shamefully spread my wife's legs apart; she was there, covering her face and sobbing.

A man went over, pulled my wife's hands away, and said, "Are you still afraid to look, you slut?" He then lightly slapped my

wife the face.

My wife could only put her hands on her head, afraid to move.

He grabbed my wife's white breasts, squeezed them, flicked her nipples, and lifted her

chin. He said to the others, "Look, this slut is quite pretty.

" "Spread them wider, I can't see clearly." I got a whack on the head with the stick

. I pulled my labia apart as wide as possible, and my vagina was completely exposed.

"Damn!" A security guard flicked at my wife's thick pubic hair with a stick.

"Your wife's pussy is so dark," "Does she always get fucked by other guys?"

The three of them humiliated us, saying, "We've got a special audience for the three of us, are you satisfied now?"

Then one of them stuck his finger into my wife's pussy, dug around a few times, pulled it out, and said to them,

"Damn, no water!

" The other two joined in, "Open it wider!"

One of the security guards leaned down and spat into my wife's pussy, "Now there's water!" Then he

poked around in my wife's pussy a few times with two fingers before pulling them out.

The last security guard said, "You two are disgusting."

He casually shoved the half-smoked cigarette into my wife's pussy, "You slut, you get a taste too."

Then he said viciously, "Get as far away as possible, or I'll arrest you if I see you again."

After saying that, he kicked open the door and left.

That night, my wife and I didn't dare stay there and went to a hotel. My wife cried

all night, and I felt so sorry for her. The next day, after finding a place to live and hiring a moving company, we hurriedly

fled.

We never dared to reveal ourselves anywhere, behaving very properly; that incident left us

with lingering fear for the rest of our lives.

Four years after we met, we got married and now own our own spacious house.

Even modestly.

We enjoy taking photos of ourselves making love and sharing them online with netizens, but we absolutely never

expose ourselves in real life; it would be too shameful if something really happened.

I apologize for writing this hastily because I'm usually too busy.

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