The woman who is cuckolded and humiliated

Around 1 PM, after finishing my business at the shop alone, I closed the door and walked out of the mall. My wife had been gone all day. She'd told everyone it was year-end and she was out collecting debts, but only I knew where my kind and beautiful wife was and what she was doing.

Walking along the street, my mind was filled with the images the men had sent me on the computer—the mature, fair-skinned bodies surrounded by the dark skin of young men. My heart couldn't calm down. Throughout the day, I'd sprayed white liquid countless times onto the computer screen and keyboard displaying those images.

Stepping on the crunching snow on the sidewalk, I arrived at a barbecue restaurant in a residential area of Harbin. Due to the weather and the time of day, only three or four tables in the long dining area were occupied. Although the heating was on, the empty space and the cold weather outside created a desolate and lonely atmosphere.

I've been to this restaurant a few times before. Each table in the dining area is separated by low partitions made of waist-high northern red bricks, showcasing a unique decorative style while ensuring privacy. I chose a seat by the window, casually ordered a few barbecue items and two bottles of beer, took out my cigarette case, lit a cigarette, and leaned back against the partition, smoking and trying to calm my racing heart. Perhaps it was psychological, but despite the heating in the dining area, my hands felt cool and trembled slightly.

With a cigarette in one hand and a beer glass in the other, I sipped my beer, gazing at the apartment building across the street—the fourth window from the left on the second floor, with its beige curtains tightly drawn even during the day. Although the distance between the two buildings was about twenty meters, I could clearly see the curtains fluttering intermittently, sometimes fast, sometimes slow.

I know perfectly well that behind the window are two large, beige, light-blocking floor-length velvet curtains, and less than half a meter behind them, on the dark brown solid wood floor, lies a large Simmons double bed. I also know that the apartment behind the window is a comfortable, well-furnished, two-bedroom, one-living-room unit with an ensuite bathroom. I also know that the tenants are two male college students in their late twenties.

I know all this in such detail because I've been there a few times with my wife, and the spot I'm sitting in now was recommended to me by one of the male tenants. From where I am, I can clearly see the window of that apartment, and my beautiful, voluptuous wife is currently several dozen meters away from me, in that same apartment rented by the college students.

As the curtains fluttered incessantly in the second-floor window across the way and wisps of smoke rose from my fingertips, my thoughts drifted away, and scenes from the past vividly surfaced in my mind… My name is Zhao Shan, I'm thirty-seven years old, over 1.7 meters tall, and weigh 140 kilograms. Although not particularly robust, I have an exceptionally large penis and a very strong sex drive. When we were dating and first married, I practically had sex with my wife at least twice a day.

After marriage, my wife and I ran a food wholesale store together, and our children were cared for by my parents. The store did well, our relationship was good, and we had plenty of free time. We've been married for over ten years, but now our sex life has become somewhat dull and routine; sometimes we don't even make love once a week.

My wife is very virtuous; she spends her free time doing housework, while I, because my heart is entirely with her, don't like going out, so I mostly stay online at the computer. Several years ago, by chance, I first encountered the term "wife-swapping" while chatting with an online friend. Listening to him describe how he arranged for a fellow enthusiast to seduce his wife, my long-dormant penis inexplicably became erect. We

didn't discuss it in detail, but those few simple exchanges led me to have a passionate encounter with my wife that very night. My mind was filled with the image of a strange man having sex with my wife, a feeling of intense, arousing pleasure filling my heart. My penis, stimulated by these images, became hard and large, thrusting rapidly into my wife's smooth, tender vagina.

That day, for the first time, I forcefully slapped my wife's wide, round buttocks, and for the first time, I called her a "bitch" and a "slut." I could feel the throbbing within her vagina from my actions and words… After the passion subsided, I lay drenched in sweat on my wife's mature, voluptuous body, who had fallen into a deep sleep from the intense intercourse, panting heavily, savoring the afterglow of my orgasm.

From that night on, I joined the ranks of cuckolds, becoming addicted to the thrill and pleasure it brought. Through a period of contact and exchanges with other cuckold enthusiasts, I realized my excitement lay in the pleasure of witnessing my wife being molested and manipulated by men. The more in-depth and subtle the act of my wife being violated, the more excited I became. Thus began my journey of enjoying the pleasure of cuckolding.

My wife is two years younger than me, thirty-five this year, 1.69 meters tall, weighing 150 pounds, a fair-skinned and voluptuous mature woman. She has long, flowing hair, mostly tied up, full breasts, rounded hips, and exceptionally good, fair and smooth skin. When admiring my wife's body under the light, her skin seems to have a pearly luster, and to the touch, it has a smooth, warm texture like silk—this is the unanimous assessment of the single men who have been with my wife.

She has an oval face, delicate eyebrows, and full lips; her appearance perfectly matches the current standard of a mature married woman, which is also the assessment given by single men after in-depth conversations with her. Although my wife has met many single men, sometimes with me and sometimes alone, I always feel a tremor of unease whenever I learn that she has been sexually assaulted and played with by men.

This time, however, was the longest she'd ever been out; previously, she'd only stayed out overnight. The previous single men were all in their thirties or forties, but these men were new to her—more than ten years younger than her. Previously, she'd mostly interacted with men her own age, but this time, when they brought her here, she seemed hesitant and uncertain for the first time. The methods were also the most novel yet. Although I wasn't there, the men would send me real-time photos and updates online every day.

Through these exchanges, I learned that two of the men had taken the day off, and aside from shopping and entertainment, they spent the rest of the day having sex with my wife in the room, while she did all the housework and cooking. Even then, my wife wasn't spared. Two of the photos showed her half-naked while mopping the floor and cooking, being penetrated from behind by the men.

"Brother, your barbecue is done." The waiter's voice pulled me back from my reverie.

I stubbed out my cigarette, smiled, and nodded, gesturing for the waiter to place the food on the table. It was around 2 PM, and perhaps due to the weather, only two tables remained in the dining area, including mine. After serving the food, the waiter went back to the kitchen to chat, leaving the restaurant quiet and deserted.

"I'm at the barbecue restaurant downstairs," I texted, then ate my barbecue while waiting.

About twenty minutes later, the door opened, and a boy stomped his feet into the barbecue restaurant, accompanied by a gust of cold air. He pulled his down jacket hood back, quickly rubbing his hands, red from the cold wind, and looked around the restaurant.

I looked up and saw Wang Qiang, one of the two boys from the rented room on the second floor across the street.

Wang Qiang was from Jilin and a sophomore at a university on Xuefu Road; the other three were also students from nearby universities. Of the two, I met Wang Qiang first. The school provided dormitories, but they rented this apartment together for convenience. Both came from well-off families in their area; some were government officials, others were business owners. They not only chose this well-located and nicely decorated apartment, but they also split the cost of all the appliances and furniture.

The first time I visited their apartment, Wang Qiang invited me and took me there. The other person wasn't there because of class. They rented a two-bedroom, one-living room apartment with a spacious bathroom. Upon entering, there was a foyer; to the left was the kitchen and an insulated balcony, and to the right was the living room. Directly opposite the living room were the two bedrooms and the bathroom. Although the overall style was a bit old-fashioned, the materials were nice, and the dark color scheme gave it a comfortable and warm feel.

I wasn't particularly interested in the appliances or furniture, but rather in the small bedroom with its solid wood door. After entering, Wang Qiang led me to the corner sofa in the living room, then took two cans of beer from the bar, handed me one, and we sat down and chatted.

"Brother Zhao, let me show you the good stuff we've gotten!" Wang Qiang said mysteriously after a while.

"Oh, I'll have to see. Is it convenient?" Wang Qiang's lewd and mysterious expression piqued my curiosity. After all, having been immersed in this world for so long, I knew that men only showed this kind of expression when talking about sex. It was a kind of unspoken understanding, wasn't it?

"Hehe, Brother Zhao, you're too kind. We'll need your help to get closer to your wife in the future!" Wang Qiang had seen the photos of my wife's life and sex that I had provided, and he was deeply captivated by the mature charm she exuded. So, in order to one day be able to have his way with her, he was extremely respectful to me. However, whenever he mentioned my wife, he couldn't hide the green fire in his eyes. And every time I sensed Wang Qiang's desire for my wife, I was always surrounded by a sour, yearning feeling, and I felt a strong stimulation in my heart.

As Wang Qiang spoke, he and I got up one after the other and went to the door of the small bedroom on the right. Wang Qiang turned the handle down and pushed the door open. Compared to the brightly lit living room, the small room was pitch black, without a single ray of light. Wang Qiang turned and looked at my puzzled gaze, chuckled, and reached out to press the light switch on the right side of the inner door frame. Four small, milky-yellow spotlights in the four corners of the ceiling immediately illuminated

the room. I followed Wang Qiang into the square bedroom, about twenty square meters. Although the light from the spotlights was still dim, it was enough to see the room's furnishings clearly, and the dim lighting added to the ambiguous atmosphere.

I stood beside Wang Qiang, looking around at the decorations and furnishings of the small bedroom.

A large rectangular oil painting blocked all the light from the PVC window, making the room completely dark without the lights on. The oil painting was a portrait: a mature woman in a floral kimono, her breasts and arms bound, kneeling half-naked on a tatami mat. Her full, white body, her breasts swollen and erect from the rope, and her fleshy thighs, half-naked and overlapping beneath the kimono, combined with the dim, ambiguous atmosphere of the room, gave me a powerful sensory shock.

I subconsciously took two steps closer. In my mind, my wife's face overlapped with the alluring woman in the painting. Imagining my wife half-naked, bound, being played with and fondled by a man, I felt an unbearable heat rising within me.

"Brother Zhao, Brother Zhao… what's wrong?" Wang Qiang tugged at my dazed expression, asking with concern.

"Oh, haha, it's nothing. This painting is very good, very creative." "Oh, haha." Wang Qiang smiled knowingly, "This belongs to Fatty's dad. His dad is a businessman who likes to play around with women. This kid thought it was fun, so he let him have it." Fatty was one of the four boys, named Sun Hu. His family was from Manzhouli and ran a border trade business. Fatty was his nickname; he was fair-skinned and chubby. As Wang Qiang introduced the painting, my gaze shifted from the erotic painting blocking the window and began to examine the room they had meticulously prepared.

The room had a tinted glass ceiling, and the large tinted glass clearly reflected the interior. The walls were covered with pink wallpaper. Unlike the outside room, the floor was covered with dark red foam flooring. Behind the door, against the wall, was a steel tube single bed with no bedding, only a floral Simmons single mattress.

A rectangular bedside table stood at the head of the bed, its body consisting of three large rectangular drawers. In the center of the room was a rectangular frame made of black lacquered steel pipes, about two meters high and half a meter wide, with many black rings fixed to various points on the steel pipes. I recognized this as equipment for SM bondage and suspension.

"Brother Zhao, what do you think of this equipment?" Wang Qiang walked to the bedside table and pulled out all three large drawers at once. The drawers were neatly filled with various ropes, sex toys, lingerie, aphrodisiacs, and so on. "Brother Zhao

, how is it? Does it make your wife feel good?" Wang Qiang looked at me and asked with a grin.

"Hehe, guys these days really know how to have fun!"

"Brother Zhao, we've had all six walls of this room soundproofed. Even if someone's having a blast inside, no one outside can hear a thing. It's absolutely safe."

Chatting for a while, I sat with Wang Qiang in the living room before getting up and leaving. This was my first time visiting their house.

Seeing Wang Qiang looking around, I waved and said, "Hey buddy, I'm here." Hearing my greeting, Wang Qiang quickly smiled and walked over to me. "Brother Zhao, sorry I'm late, sorry to keep you waiting. Hehe!" He then sat down opposite me.

"It's okay, I was just sitting here getting something to eat. Hehe, why did it take you so long?" Even at my slowest, it should have taken ten minutes to get here from the apartment building where Wang Qiang and his friends lived.

Wang Qiang stroked his hair and chuckled, "Brother Zhao, don't mind, my wife's body is so tender, I couldn't get enough of her! After lunch, Fatty carried her to the bed in the main room and started fucking her. That guy took drugs and didn't get off her until almost two o'clock. Damn, I was so pent up." Wang Qiang didn't notice that my left hand had moved from the table to under it. He took a big gulp of beer and continued, "I saw him come out of the room, so I immediately rushed in. Damn, my wife was on the bed with her head facing the curtains, her big white legs spread wide, her vagina open, and semen was flowing out. I couldn't take it anymore, so I took off my underwear, turned her over, and fucked her big white ass. Hehe, her vagina was so slippery and warm, and her vaginal muscles were contracting. It felt so fucking good!" Wang Qiang ate some skewers while recounting the process of them gang-raping his wife that afternoon.
Actually, I had already guessed even without him saying it, because I could still faintly smell the distinctive urine odor of my wife's genitals emanating from him. After all, I've been having sex with my wife for over ten years, so even if the smell is faint, I'm still very sensitive to it.

"Well, as soon as I got your text from Brother Zhao, I quickly finished my business and rushed over. When I came out, Fatty was already inside again. Hehe..."

Listening to Wang Qiang's story, my hand under the table had already unzipped my pants and reached into my thermal pants to masturbate my swollen penis. I could almost see Sun Hu's 200-plus-pound body pressing and impacting my wife's body, while my voluptuous wife was being violated to the point that she didn't even have the strength to beg for mercy.

Just as Wang Qiang and I were chatting, the shop door opened, and my wife walked in, supported by Sun Hu.
Sun Hu led my wife into the barbecue restaurant. My wife was wearing a low-cut, wide-collared, purplish-black mink coat that reached her hips. Underneath the coat, her voluptuous thighs were covered with thin black stockings, and below her knees were a pair of black women's high-waisted, high-heeled leather boots. My wife, who usually wore her chestnut-brown hair up, now sported a wavy style, large curls cascading over the collar of her mink coat. Her smooth, rounded forehead, delicately arched eyebrows, long lashes, almond-shaped eyes sparkling like spring water, a delicate, petite nose, and full lips painted with vibrant red lipstick. Her oval face, with its fair skin and rosy cheeks, was framed by

a deep, white cleavage exposed between the large lapels of her mink coat, making my vision blur.

I could almost see that the few crow's feet that had appeared at the corners of her eyes due to age had disappeared. Her current sexy and alluring appearance was a far cry from the elegant, virtuous, and dignified image of a woman in her thirties I had seen just two days prior.

"Hehe, okay, Brother Zhao, I'm really sorry, it's all my fault for keeping you late, making your wife come down late. I'll punish myself with a drink." Sun Hu released his arm from his wife's when he saw me, greeting me warmly and apologetically. Then, he picked up the glass of beer in front of Wang Qiang and downed it in one gulp.

Sun Hu was about twenty-one or twenty-two years old, over 1.8 meters tall, with a round, fleshy head, a buzz cut, thick eyebrows, small round eyes, a short nose, and thick, long lips. He was fair-skinned and plump, weighing over 200 pounds. Although tall and strong, his appearance gave off a simple and honest impression, contrasting sharply with Wang Qiang's thin and round figure.

"Hehe, it's alright, Xiao Wang and I are sitting here too, we haven't missed a meal." As we chatted, my wife sat down next to me, while Sun Hu and Wang Qiang sat side-by-side opposite us. The four of us chatted casually, appearing to outsiders like an older brother, sister-in-law, and two younger brothers having a casual meal. Only we knew the truth: not long ago, the two younger brothers' penises had been ravaging the sexy, alluring body of our sister-in-law…

I held the cigarette Wang Qiang offered me in one hand, and with the other, I slipped the other inside my wife's mink coat, tightly embracing her soft, fleshy waist through her silk underwear, pressing her upper body close to my side.

My nostrils were filled with the strong scent of rose perfume. She usually wore a light jasmine fragrance, but today, her bright red lipstick, nail polish, and heavy perfume clearly matched my image of a cuckolded wife.

My senses were heightened by her sexy attire, stimulating me to increase the intensity and range of my hand kneading her waist. The thought that just a short while ago, my wife had used her body to please and satisfy the sexual desires of the two men sitting across from us filled me with jealousy and a sour resentment.

Suddenly, I violently pinched and twisted the soft flesh of my wife's waist, my heart filled with a humiliating and cathartic pleasure. "Chen Shuxian, you slut, you whore, I'll strangle you!" I thought angrily as I twisted her waist. Even though I knew I had tacitly approved and facilitated all of this, it couldn't quell my desire to humiliate and retaliate against my wife. In that instant, I seemed to grasp the essence of wife-swapping.

My wife felt the brutality from my hands, but helplessly, her upper body was held tightly by me, and she could only wriggle her full body slightly beside me. "Mmm…husband, no…it hurts, mmm…" my wife murmured softly, her beautiful face flushed red, pleading with me. Seeing my wife's pained, shy, and pleading expression filled me with immense pleasure and satisfaction, a sense of cathartic release.

"Hehe, you really know how to have fun, bro!" Wang Qiang chuckled, noticing my wife wriggling in my arms.

"Hehe, that's right, nothing beats the fun with your sister-in-law!" Sun Hu chimed in.

Feeling a little embarrassed by their teasing, I released my wife's twisting fingers from under her coat and gently massaged her with my palms. "Wife, I'm sorry, I got too excited," I whispered in her ear.

"It's okay, honey, I know you like this," my wife responded, her breath warm against my skin. Then she turned to the two men and said, "You guys are worse than your brother-in-law, you've been driving me crazy these past few days." Sun Hu and Wang Qiang rubbed their noses, laughing and looking down.

These two men were completely different from their online personas and when they were having sex; they were very reserved and polite. This was why I felt comfortable letting my wife spend two days with them—after all, it was just for fun, and no one would hand their wife over to real thugs.

"Ah..." Suddenly, my wife tensed up and let out a soft cry. I looked down and saw Sun Hu, who was sitting on the opposite side, bending down and lifting one of my wife's beautiful legs, which was dangling from the seat, with his large, fat hands under the table. He then took off her high-heeled leather boots and placed her black-stockinged calf on his thighs, playing with and kneading her delicate foot. He unzipped his pants, took out his swollen, erect, thick penis, and rubbed it against the sole of my wife's black-stockinged foot, enjoying it while hissing and moaning.

"Damn, you really know how to play with this slut." Wang Qiang, seeing Sun Hu playing with and lewdly touching his wife's foot, couldn't resist the urge to do it himself. He lifted his wife's other leg, took off his boots under the table, took out his penis, and began to lewdly fondle his wife's black-stockinged foot.

"Ah... I hate it, we're outside, please, please let go..." My wife felt waves of hardness and warmth coming from the soles of her feet and between her legs, accompanied by tingling sensations. In the barbecue restaurant, she shyly pleaded with the two men who had exposed their genitals. Her embarrassment and pleas only fueled the two men's desire to violate her. Ignoring her soft pleas, they quickly rubbed their thin and thick penises, which reeked of urine, against her beautiful feet...

My wife, being played with by the two men, kept twisting her body, but her legs were held captive, and she was no match for the men's strength. She could only moan and writhe, trying to relieve the tingling sensations coming from her feet. "Husband, ah... um... please make them stop, they'll see. Ah..." My wife had gone from sitting next to me to hugging me from the side, constantly pleading and hoping that I would rescue her from this embarrassing and shameful situation.

Watching the two boys having a blast and my wife moaning and groaning, my own lust was aroused. I wrapped one arm around the back of her head, kissing her passionately, while the other hand slipped between her legs, rubbing her vulva through her stockings. Only then did I realize she wasn't wearing underwear; the thin stockings couldn't conceal her arousal, and my palm was slippery.

"You slut, give me a good rub, quick," I commanded, pulling away from her lips. "Ah, no… honey, there are people around, they'll see," she pleaded breathlessly. "Damn

, so what if they see? I haven't fucked you. Are you going to rub it or not? Hmm?" As I spoke, my hand, which had been rubbing her vulva, moved rapidly towards her clitoris.

Under my lewd influence, my wife shyly lowered one of her arms from around my neck, her warm little hand reaching into my open crotch to find my erect penis. She began to stroke it up and down in rhythm with the way I rubbed her vulva… “Rip…rip…” Two barely audible sounds caught my attention. I was all too familiar with that sound; it was the distinctive sound of torn stockings. It turned out that Sun Hu and his companion had ripped a hole in my wife's stockings at the heel, then inserted their erect penises into the hole and began stroking them, enjoying the smooth friction of the stockings and the tender flesh of her smooth soles, hissing and moaning incessantly.

Outside, it was already dark due to winter. Under the dim, orange-yellow lights of the barbecue restaurant, a voluptuous, sexy mature woman was satisfying the sexual desires of her husband and two men more than ten years her junior. She herself was aroused, moaning softly, her low murmurs mingling with the hissing and growling of wild animals in heat, filling the warm, ambiguous air of the restaurant.

The public debauchery accelerated the climax. After more than ten minutes, with a few hissing cries, I and the two men ejaculated varying amounts of thick, viscous fluid into my wife's hands and feet. My wife, after a spasm, collapsed limply into my arms.

[The End]

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