The humiliated wife

I am a junior employee at a company. I am 33 years old this year. My wife is named Chen Yan.

She is 30 years old this year. We work at the same company. Although she is 30 years old this year, she looks only 23 or 24 years old because she takes good care of herself.

She is tall, has perky breasts, and a round and big butt. I used to

run , but due to various reasons, I couldn't continue. So, through an acquaintance, I got a

job as a general clerk at the largest company in the area. The salary wasn't high, but it was enough to get by each month. However, my

nightmare …

As I mentioned before, I used to run my own business

, opening and closing whenever I wanted. For the first two days, I was punctual, but soon I stopped paying attention. The company's start time was 8:30

, but one day my alarm clock broke, and I didn't get up until 9:30. I rushed to work,

but my supervisor already knew. When I arrived, he was out, leaving a message for me to

come to his office after work. Then, my other colleagues told me that they might fire me, because several other people

had been in the same situation and were all fired. I spent the whole morning in a daze, wondering

what decent job I could find after being fired. I didn't see my supervisor return by lunchtime, so I thought

I'd wait until the start of the workday to go back. Afterwards, I went home for lunch. While I was eating, a colleague called and

said they saw my supervisor go back to the company. I thought I might as well go now; firstly, there weren't many

people at the company right now, and secondly, I could give him a gift—maybe there was still a chance for my situation to improve. So I immediately bought

two bottles of good wine and two cartons of good cigarettes at a supermarket outside, took a car, and went to the company. When I arrived, there was indeed no one there.

Carrying the gifts, I went upstairs. Just as I was about to knock on my supervisor's office door, I heard a woman

's voice inside saying, "Manager Xie, please forgive him this time, okay? I promise he won't do it again."

I listened carefully—it was my wife's voice! Did she already know I was pleading for him? Heh!

I was secretly pleased. I thought she arrived at work earlier than me, even though we weren't in the same department. But we all work for the

same company, so it should be easier for acquaintances to talk things out. Then I heard our manager say that it wasn't

a matter of forgiveness or not, but rather that company policy had always been in place, and I couldn't possibly risk such a big blunder for this, could

I? Hearing this from outside, my heart sank. Later, I thought that if I kept eavesdropping outside like this, it wouldn't be good

if other colleagues saw the gift I was carrying. Luckily, I knew that next to the manager's office

was an employee break room, usually used for lunch breaks, and most importantly, the ventilation holes in the wall allowed

a view of the manager's office. So I used my ID to open the break room door, went in, put down the gift, and quietly moved

a stool over there to look over. I saw my wife wearing the black miniskirt I had bought for her,

standing opposite the manager, who was sitting opposite her, leisurely drinking tea. Then my wife said:

"Manager Xie, I know he went a bit too far this time, but please forgive him before the boss finds out!"

Just then, the manager finished his tea and was about to get up to pour some hot water. My wife immediately took the teacup from him,

saying, "It's closer, I'll pour it myself." The water heater was on the floor. As my wife bent down to pour the water,

I was horrified. Her miniskirt was almost completely pulled up,

revealing her black silk panties. She was wearing those tiny silk panties, and her snow-white

buttocks were only covered by a strap and a small piece of fabric. Because they were bouncy, her labia were tightly clenched

. The culprit was in the crotch of her underwear. I noticed the manager had also noticed and had stood up

behind my wife. Because the water from the water heater was very weak, and the manager's teacup was large,

my wife was focused on pouring hot water, unaware of the impending disaster. Then, the manager knelt down and

deeply sniffed the crotch of my wife's underwear. My first instinct was to yell,

"What are you doing?" But then I thought, "If I yell, I'll be in trouble too. I don't have the key to the staff break room,

and they might accuse me of stealing." And a twisted voice inside me screamed, "Don't make a sound,

keep watching !" So I didn't yell and continued watching.

Then I saw the manager had already sniffed it, and then he immediately pulled my wife's underwear down with

both hands. Before my wife could react, she saw the manager's despicable hands touching her

thick labia. At that moment, my wife screamed, "What are you doing? Be careful, I'll scream for help!" Perhaps the manager was also

frightened , because he immediately struck my wife's neck hard with his right hand. Then, I saw

my wife collapse limply. I then saw the manager pick her up and place her on his desk, bend down

and take out , and wrap it tightly around my wife's hands and mouth several times. Then, the manager's eyes became

bloodshot, like a hungry beast greedily staring at its prey. My wife's face was turned to the side, her delicate neck curving into

a beautiful line.

He stroked her hair and kissed her neck deeply. Then he took her

left and kissed her flawless, white palm. My wife was wearing a

white, long-sleeved, open-front lace sweater without buttons. He grabbed the back of her collar and pulled it down, revealing

her shoulders. He then pulled her left hand out of the sleeve, then her right, and the white sweater

was in his hands. The manager reached for the zipper of her miniskirt, and with a "rip," it

opened from behind, causing the miniskirt to slide to the floor, revealing a large expanse of his wife's smooth, white skin.

He placed his hand on her flawless back, carefully appreciating her heavenly skin.

His wife was now only wearing a strapless white bra.

He took a deep breath, bent down, and with his left hand, skillfully unhooked

the bra from her smooth back. His right hand gently swept across her chest, and the bra was in his hand. His wife's alluring breasts

trembled slightly, completely exposed to his gaze: fair, jade-like skin, conical

, erect breasts, smooth, beautiful lines, and two tender, tempting nipples, displaying the charm of a mature young woman.

He then reached out and lifted the top of her panties, pulling them down forcefully until they were above her knees

, revealing her mons pubis and glossy black pubic hair—the most private and precious part of a woman's body. (Manager)

He slowly pulled down her panties, completing the first step of his depraved act: his wife's clothes were stripped

off , her fair body completely naked, her delicate form exposed before the lecherous demon's eyes. Her smooth

, flawless body was like a masterpiece of jade.

His wife now resembled a sleeping goddess. This flawless body should have been in her own bedroom

, enjoying my tender care. Yet now she lay sprawled on an unfamiliar desk, her cloud-like

hair, snow-white skin, breasts as soft as doves, her mysterious lower body never before seen by outsiders, her long, slender

legs—all completely exposed to a man he considered a "friend."

Her smooth skin, soft breasts, and mysterious lower body were about to be defiled, yet she did not

resist , for she could no longer stop the man at the desk from raping her naked body.

Before tasting his wife, he seemed to have other work to do. The manager

rummaged through drawers in his office, finally finding a camera. He pointed the lens at

his wife's flawless naked body, posing her in various lewd positions and

photographing them one by one. "With these nude photos, she'll be my slave from now on!" he muttered to himself.

Soon , two rolls of film were used up. The manager put down the camera, picked up a remote control

, pressed a button on the ceiling, and a small red light illuminated. It was a hidden camera; was he going to record the

rape ? "He has this habit. I wonder how many more women have been violated by this lecherous man," I thought bitterly

. At that moment, I knew it was pointless to do anything more; my wife had already been violated. I might as well continue

watching, which would also satisfy another perverse desire within me. Then, I saw the manager finish what he was doing. He

quickly stripped off his clothes, brandishing his enormous penis, and walked step by step toward my unconscious wife's

snow-white body…

Compared to my wife's crystal-clear white body, the manager's skin was dark and rough, especially his thick, red penis,

erect like a venomous snake. Compared to my wife's delicate hands, his hands appeared coarse and hairy. With these

large hands, he stripped my wife of all her clothes and jewelry, leaving her body completely naked and

exposed . His hands brushed aside a strand of hair from his wife's forehead, his fingertips tracing her smooth brow, then

down her oval face to her chin, her delicate neck, and finally her shapely shoulders

. At each spot, he savored the skin beneath his fingers, until they reached her high, firm breasts. Her

breasts, still firm and upright like a young girl's, their beautiful curves extending to her armpits

like two snow-white jade peaks. At the summit were pale pink areolas, with pointed red nipples in the center.

The delicate nipples remained as soft as a young girl's, their smooth, white skin like cream, giving him a warm, comforting feeling.

Under his gentle touch, the soft skin undulated slightly.

He placed his entire palm on her breasts, cupping them in his hands. Her high, firm breasts were incredibly elastic,

and unlike the soft, dove-like breasts of a young girl, they were remarkably soft, without any rawness or stiffness

. A gentle sweep of the palm over their surface revealed a subtle tremor, exuding the

allure and beauty of a mature woman. The manager held his wife's arms high, making the contours of her chest

even more freely. Because it was summer, his wife had shaved her armpit hair clean, revealing porcelain-white, remarkably smooth skin, especially the inner sides of her arms, which were exceptionally delicate. He caressed his wife's smooth, white breasts

again and again , reluctant to let go.

The warm, moist sensation ignited his lust.

Seeing his engorged member nearly starved for more, he gently rubbed his wife's breasts for a while longer, flicking

her before reluctantly moving downwards…

Perhaps because her breasts and vagina were being attacked simultaneously, his wife's body gradually began to react: her long eyelashes

began to tremble, a blush crept onto her pretty face, her labia majora grew increasingly red under the manager's caresses,

and clear vaginal fluid began to overflow. The manager seemed to sense the changes in his wife's body, moving his left hand to her

soft, white breasts. Her firm, snow-white breasts were pinched, kneaded, rubbed, grasped, and squeezed under his hands; her smooth skin

gradually trembled, and her fair complexion slowly turned pink under his constant caresses. The manager began to kiss his wife's nipples;

the pitiful red cherries slowly became bright red and firm under his constant licking and sucking. His right hand's

fondling of her genitals gradually escalated; his index finger began to thrust in and out of her vagina, occasionally lifting the vaginal walls. His wife's genitals,

suddenly assaulted, secreted more and more lubrication. Her head tilted back, her long, black

hair cascading over her pale, naked body. Her lower body slumped limply against the table, forming a curved line

. Her snow-white body exuded a faint fragrance. The manager buried his head in her breasts, sucking and licking them. His left hand

supported her smooth back, while his right hand tirelessly caressed her high breasts, flat stomach,

pale thighs, and soft buttocks. Occasionally, he would slip his hand between her legs, fondling her slightly raised mons pubis and delicate

vulva.

His penis was already erect, touching her

skin, soft and delicate like almond tofu, smooth and white like a peeled egg. His wife's naked body was held tightly in his arms, rising and

falling Her long hair

was disheveled and draped over her back, as if dividing her body. Under the manager's prolonged caresses, especially the constant stimulation of her breasts and genitals, her pure body became increasingly alluring and captivating. The manager

sucked on his wife's nipple, his eyes scanning the naked woman's body with a lecherous gaze. Seeing his wife's increasingly

obvious reactions, he couldn't help but feel overjoyed. His right hand found that his wife's genitals were fully wet, even her pubic hair was damp.

He knew that her pure and innocent body had become sensitive, the "foreplay" was sufficient, and he could begin to "enter" her

body and continue exploring. The manager made her lie flat in front of him, raised her hands above her head,

bent her legs, and then pulled her knees as far apart as possible, pressing them down to almost horizontal, spreading her snow-white thighs

as wide as possible. The wife's lower abdomen was noticeably protruding upwards due to this, and her entire perineum

was clearly exposed.

This position of the naked female body seemed to express a request for pleasure, rather than an effort to resist being raped

. The manager had likely experienced many forms of intercourse, and the vast majority of them were undoubtedly rape and defilement; he might...

He felt that the most ordinary position was the easiest way to reach orgasm. Of course, he wanted to use the most direct method. He knelt by the bed,

grasped his wife's slender fingers, and squeezed his red, thick, veiny penis, rubbing it incessantly. Her cool, jade-like hands

were free of any impurity, making his raging penis involuntarily bow down in worship. Then his penis touched his wife's hair, the

tingling sensation of the hair stimulating his glans like an electric shock. His hot penis swept across her fair face, directly pressing against his wife's thin

red lips. His penis slid over her jade-like neck, stopping at her chest, and then thrusting alternately into her soft, white breasts

, like a vicious butcher's knife wielded against a lamb awaiting slaughter. His penis continued downwards, crossing the snow-white plain, passing through

the dark forest, and crossing the pink valley, without stopping, until it reached the clear inner thighs. His penis drew

a circle there, stopped, and then thrust rhythmically towards his wife's tender vulva.

The manager straightened up, placed his hands on his wife's slender waist, and secured her legs with his feet. He adjusted his penis

one and slowly pushed forward. The moment the glans touched her labia majora, he stopped.

The bright red glans pressed against the clitoris in the center of the slit, the penis

throbbing rhythmically, the glans gently tapping against the entrance. The manager very slowly parted his wife's labia majora, then his penis, like a wild horse,

plunged straight into her secret place. At the moment of entry, the manager seemed to let out a soft "oh" of immense pleasure…

At this moment, his wife seemed to be slowly waking up. She wanted to open her eyes, but had no strength

. The tearing pain in her lower body became increasingly clear. Her breathing was rapid, and she mumbled cries for help, her head

thrashing from side to side in agony. Bound by her hands and mouth, she could only weakly push at them,

her cries turning into low, painful moans. A single, glistening tear rolled down her smooth cheek and landed on the table,

followed by another. Meanwhile, the manager thrust his penis in and out even more vigorously, occasionally grinding the head against the walls of her

vagina , penetrating deeper and deeper. Sure enough, with each increasingly violent thrust, her vagina

gradually opened, unable to resist the relentless pounding of his penis. The manager simply lifted his wife's two jade-like legs high, placing

them on his shoulders, rubbing his stubble-covered face against the most delicate and white part of her inner thighs. He

grabbed her groin and pressed her back, then thrust his ugly penis forward forcefully. With a "plop,"

most of his huge, long penis was inside his wife's body. Then, the penis withdrew slightly. With a sudden push, he

leaned forward , his lower abdomen slamming against his wife's pubic area, pressing against her rounded mons pubis. This

hill, which he had only ever enjoyed, was finally mercilessly conquered. His ugly, massive penis plunged all the way in, completely penetrating his wife's body to the root.

Their pubic hair intertwined, the manager's coarse, thick pubic hair and abdominal hair pricking against his wife's torso. His wife's secret place

had finally been violated!

The manager should have clearly felt his glans hitting his wife's soft, warm cervix. His wife instinctively

let out an "Ah!" filled with pain. The manager began thrusting forcefully, his venomous penis thrashing and stabbing

viciously inside his wife's secret place again and again. The immense impact sent his wife's naked body swaying up and down,

his lower abdomen slamming against her belly, their pubic bones rubbing together, their pubic hair rubbing against each other, making a rustling sound.

Each time his penis withdrew, due to the intensity of the movements, a small amount of his wife's vaginal lining was pulled out, revealing her

red bud. His penis was covered in his wife's nectar, making lewd "plop, plop" sounds with each thrust

. The manager's defilement continued; he positioned his wife in various positions, ravaging her to his heart's content,

her pale naked body sobbing in the summer air... The thrusting continued for a full hour, until the manager seemed to finally

reach his limit , a stream of hot liquid shooting out from the head of his penis, spraying every last drop into his wife's uterus.

Then he pulled out his limp penis, laughing triumphantly, "Now, you belong to me completely,

hahahaha ..."

The cloudy semen flowed down his wife's cervix, through her vagina, and down her snow-white thighs, forming filthy

patches. The manager rubbed his large hands vigorously on his wife's genitals a few times, then smeared it on her face and lips, before

wearily sitting down in his chair...

[The End]

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