[Sexy Wife Exposes Humiliation Experience] (Part 1)

【Sexy Wife Exposes Humiliation Experience】(Part 1)
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(1) The Awesome Fatty (Part 2)
We arrived at the hotel that night and started eating. Sure enough, there were no low-cut beauties that Fatty had mentioned. There
were only Fatty and Glasses, those two big perverts. Tonight, my wife was wearing a low-cut tank top, revealing a deep cleavage. As soon as
they met, those two perverts stared intently at my wife's breasts.
I have to say, Fatty is really good at chatting and picking up girls. As soon as they met, he kept praising my wife's figure
, how beautiful and appropriate she was dressed, etc. My wife was very happy and looked at Fatty with a seductive gaze
. As soon as we sat down, Fatty kept urging my wife to drink. Damn, the food hadn't even arrived yet, and my wife had already drunk
three or four glasses of red wine. I've mentioned before that my wife has a very low alcohol tolerance; two glasses of red wine is her
absolute limit. I looked at her; she was already dazed and drunk.
I noticed my wife was also occasionally giving Fatty a flirtatious look. To be honest, at this point, I was actually a little worried
. Although I wanted to see my wife sleep with Fatty, I wanted her to have a physical affair. I was actually afraid that she
might have an emotional affair. But after so many years together, I figured her heart was still with me, so
I felt relieved.
We drank like this for a while, and I noticed they kept staring at my wife's exposed breasts. I thought I'd let these two
perverts see to their heart's content, so I pulled my wife up and said something like, "Thank you for the hospitality
, Fatty," and then bowed to offer a toast. Fatty and Fatty quickly stood up too, but I noticed they weren't paying any attention to me at all. Their eyes were wide open, staring at my wife
's neckline. Damn, they were really blatant.
A little while later, I heard them discussing my wife in the local dialect. As mentioned before,
neither my wife nor I are locals, but having lived here for a while, I can actually understand it, though I pretended not to.
The fat guy said to Glasses in the local dialect, "His wife's nipples are really small, she's obviously a very sensitive slut.
Damn, I definitely have to touch them tonight."
Glasses: "It's not that easy."
Fat guy: "It's that easy, this little wife is so slutty, I'll show you." Saying that, Fat guy picked up
his phone and showed it to Glasses; I guess he was looking at his and my wife's WeChat messages.
Glasses was stunned: "Holy crap, how can she be so slutty? I really want to sleep with her."
Fat guy chuckled: "It's up to you, Fat guy, I'll definitely get her this month."
They were having a great time discussing in the local dialect, and I was enjoying listening to them. None of my friends, including my wife, knew
I could understand it. Actually, pretending not to understand has its advantages; you often overhear a lot of secrets.
Fatty continued, "This slut's thong today is really sexy. I think her pussy
looks really tight; it'll feel amazing to have my dick in there." I have to say, listening to others discuss how to seduce my wife right in front of me
was incredibly satisfying.
At this point, the bewildered Qiqi finally couldn't hold back anymore: "What are you saying? Why are you speaking in the local dialect? We
don't understand."
Fatty: "Hehe, we're praising Xiaomai for being so lucky to have married such a good wife. We're so envious."
Later, my wife went to the bathroom, and I secretly checked her phone when no one was looking. Sure enough, there was
a WeChat message from Fatty.
Fatty: (I need to check if I guessed right!)
My wife: (How can I check?)
My wife came out, and I quickly put my phone down. We ate for two hours without anything particularly unusual happening
, except these two perverts kept staring at my wife's breasts.
After dinner, we said we were going to a karaoke bar. Fatty, while walking, squeezed between my wife and me, putting his arm around my
shoulder and saying, "Xiaomai, you have to go to work tomorrow morning, right? Why don't you go back and rest first,
and we can get together another day? Otherwise, it won't be good if it interferes with your work. Your wife can come with us; I promise I'll take her
home safely later."
I was like, "Fuck you! Do you really think I'm stupid?" I felt like Fatty's words should be interpreted like this:
"Xiaomai, I'm going to check your wife's underwear and fuck her later. You're in the way, so
get out of here if you don't have anything else to do. After I'm done, I'll make her come back to you with my semen on her.
" Although I wanted Fatty to fuck my wife, I couldn't stand not seeing it, so I quickly said, "It's okay,
it won't bother me at work tomorrow." Just then, Glasses suddenly received a phone call and had to leave urgently. I saw him looking
at my wife's chest as he left, and his eyes were filled with utter disappointment. It was so pitiful! Hahaha.
Fatty even said to him in the local dialect, "It's okay, there's plenty of time, this sexy wife won't run away."
Later, the three of us went to the karaoke bar. As soon as we entered, Fatty turned off the lights very dimly. At this moment, my wife
suddenly asked him, "Fatty, didn't you say there was some sexy and beautiful woman? Where is she?"
Fatty pointed at my wife, "Isn't that you! Sister-in-law, you're so sexy and beautiful today." My wife
was amused by him and laughed heartily, even giving him a flirty wink, which made me hard.
Later, we continued drinking, and I started to act out the standard drunken scene. I could tell my wife was really drunk
because she doesn't usually like to sing, but now she kept insisting on singing, and even kept singing
love songs with Fatty.
Originally, my wife and I were sitting at one end, and Fatty was sitting on the other end, but then Fatty said he wanted to sing "Hiroshima
Mon Amour" with my wife and moved over, squeezing my wife into the middle, right next to us. I could see their butts were practically touching
. Damn, I remember "Hiroshima Mon Amour" is about a one-night stand. What is this guy implying
?
While he was singing, the fat guy put his left arm around my wife's shoulder. I saw my wife glance at me.
I pretended to be watching the music video intently, and my wife didn't say anything, letting him put his arm around her. Damn, that's really slutty. Did he
just touch her breasts without me even noticing? I felt like a huge third wheel!
Later, I saw the fat guy's hand, which was initially on my wife's shoulder, started touching her . His fat hand was groping her shoulder
, and he even pressed my wife closer to him, until they were completely pressed together.
My wife and I separated instead. Later, I glanced at them again and saw that the fat guy's hand was almost on her breast
, groping between her shoulder and breast.
After he finished singing "Hiroshima Mon Amour," the fat guy even pretended to lean over and say to me, "Xiaomai is so lucky,
your wife is so beautiful and sings so well." I saw him take the opportunity to lightly press his right hand, which was holding the microphone,
on my wife's thigh, and pretend to turn his head to talk to me. My wife was smiling happily because of his praise and did
n't pay any attention to his groping hand. Damn, the fat guy is really too damn good. He's only known my wife for a day and he can
do this? It wasn't this easy for me to pursue her before!
I pretended to be drunk and ignored him. I guess the fat guy came to check if I was really drunk at this time, and when he saw
that I ignored him, he was relieved. Then I saw Fatty whispering to my wife, his right hand still
on her thigh. Slowly, his lecherous hand moved around, sweeping down from her skirt
to her bare thigh. My wife let out a soft moan as Fatty's hand continued to caress her bare leg
, praising her and making her happy.
Then I saw Fatty's left hand move down her back, touching her waist before suddenly landing
on her buttocks. It felt so good! My wife was laughing heartily, and I could
see they were practically face-to-face, practically breathing each other!
Then my wife glanced at me, and I quickly closed my eyes and pretended to faint. Fatty took the opportunity to roughly knead my wife's bare thigh.
Qiqi tried to push his hand away, but Fatty grabbed her hand and pressed it against his thigh.
I was very close to my wife, and I could feel her heart pounding at 180 beats per minute.
My wife didn't say anything, and the fat guy continued to compliment her: "Sister-in-law, your thigh skin is really nice. My
ex-girlfriends were nowhere near as good as you. Xiaomai is so lucky." Lucky my foot! My wife was
being touched and taken advantage of in front of me, what luck did I have?
About five minutes passed like this. A song ended, but no one sang. The fat guy was still busy touching her legs, and my
wife's breathing became increasingly rapid, but she remained silent. Then I saw the fat guy's hand, which had been touching her legs, suddenly
move upwards, trying to slip it under my wife's skirt. This time, my wife refused, pressing her
hand firmly against her skirt, so he could only touch the edge but couldn't move it.
The fat guy teased her, saying, "Sister-in-law, didn't you promise to check if I was wearing a blue bra?"
My wife replied, "No way! You big pervert!"
Helpless, the fat guy could only continue to pour her drinks. I glanced at Fatty; he was wearing shorts today, and his penis
was sticking out really big. It was obvious, damn it, I thought he was doing it on purpose for my wife.
At that moment, I thought I'd create an opportunity for them, so I suddenly stood up, startling them
. I ignored them and went straight to the bathroom. I squatted there for a while, then slowly walked out.
When I came out, they were all gone. Fatty was dancing with my wife.
My wife is a great ballroom dancer, but I'm not, though Fatty is. Everyone knows ballroom dancing
is perfect for touching butts. When I came out, my wife had her back to me, and Fatty's hands were
kneading her butt. When he saw me, he quickly put his arm around her waist.
I pretended to be drunk and said, "I'll sing for you." Then I staggered
back to the corner, ignoring them, pretending to be asleep, but actually just watching with half-closed eyes.
They danced for a while, then the fat guy put his left arm around my wife's waist, and his right hand slowly swept down. Damn it,
you dare to do that in front of me? You're incredibly audacious! I saw his fat hand firmly press against my wife's proud,
large buttocks, and he even squeezed them twice. I felt a jolt all over, my penis was rock hard, thankfully I was wearing
loose pants so they wouldn't notice. This was the first time I'd seen something so exciting, honestly
even more exciting than what happened with my senior, since my wife wasn't involved that time. My wife whispered something, but it was too noisy in the room for me to hear, but I guessed she said 　　something like ,
"No, my husband is still here." Then I saw the fat guy whisper something in her ear, and my wife 　　laughed, laughing and not objecting. The fat guy even took the opportunity to grope her buttocks with both hands. Damn it, 　　they were practically a pair of adulterers! Based on my guess, I'd estimate that Fatty said something 　　like, "Sister-in-law, your butt is so beautiful, I've never seen such a sexy ass before." 　　For the duration of one song, I saw Fatty's hands constantly kneading my wife's buttocks, starting with gentle touches, 　　then harder, and finally pinching. Keep in mind, my wife was wearing a thong; Fatty was essentially 　　pinching her buttocks directly through her thin skirt. Earlier at dinner, Fatty had told Glasses, "This 　　slut's ass is perfect for doggy style," so I guess at that moment, Fatty was already imagining doggy style with her in his mind! 　　Then, after the song ended and a faster one started, Fatty suddenly turned his hand, making a tango motion, and my wife spun 　　halfway around before he pulled her into his arms. Damn it, you guys are too bold! Did you really think I was dead? But I 　　actually just lay on the sofa and pretended to be dead. 　　At this moment, my wife nestled in his arms, her buttocks pressed tightly against the fat man's lower body, and his hands were 　　around her waist, pressing against her bra, his arms against her chest. The fat man even deliberately thrust his lower body a few times, and 　　my wife let out seductive moans. 　　Then my wife pretended to be coy and pushed him away, walked over to me, sat down, drank a glass of wine, and said 　　, "It's getting late, why don't we go home?" I hadn't had enough, so of course I continued to pretend to be drunk and didn't say anything. The fat man 　　lewdly replied, "Your home or mine?" My wife, whether she genuinely didn't understand or was pretending not to, 　　ignored him. 　　The fat man then came over and squeezed between us, saying to my wife, "Let's play a little longer, it's rare for us to get together." Then 　　he added, "Oh, by the way, sister-in-law, I brought you a gift." He pulled out a bag from behind him, and damn it, 　　it was a leopard-print designer thong. It was fucking outrageous! 　　I could tell my wife really wanted it, and sure enough, she said "No, no" but accepted it anyway. The most disgusting thing was that 　　my husband was fat. He even made my wife change into it, saying he wanted to see if it fit and if the size was right. My wife initially refused, but...

Fatty kept encouraging her, saying things like, "It's okay, go change in the bathroom." My wife hesitated for a while, but
actually went. I think my wife is the kind of person who is easily swayed and doesn't respond well to gentle persuasion.
At this time, Fatty was sitting next to me, and I saw him sending WeChat messages.
Glasses sent: (How was it? Sexy, right?)
Fatty replied: (Super sexy, her butt is so perky, feels so good, now going to the bathroom to change into the
thong we wore this afternoon.)
After waiting for a while, my wife still hadn't come out, so Fatty went to the bathroom door and turned the doorknob. Luckily, my wife
had locked it. My wife said, "What?" Fatty said, "Did your wife fall down? Should I go in and help
?" My wife cursed him, "You pervert!"
After a while, my wife came out, and the fat guy stared intently at her lower body. My wife said, "Stop looking
, you pervert!"
The fat guy said, "Sister-in-law, turn around so I can see." My wife ignored him, so he reached out to pull
up her skirt, saying he wanted to see. Luckily, my wife was wearing a pencil skirt, so it wasn't easy to pull up. My angle was low, but
I could still see the leopard-print thong. I don't know if he saw it or not.
My wife held her skirt down, not wanting him to see, so the fat guy said, "Didn't we agree to check your panties?"
My wife said, "No, and it wasn't this one."
The fat guy said, "Then let's look at that one!"
My wife didn't answer, so the fat guy snatched the bag from my wife's hand, opened it, and sure enough, he took out
a blue thong, the one my wife had put on before leaving. The fat guy held my wife's panties in his hands and
played with them; from my angle, I could see wet marks.
Fatty said, "I told you it was this one! Did you guess right?" My wife blushed and tried to grab it, but Fatty
stood up and held it high, so she couldn't reach it.
Fatty even leaned closer, probably to smell it, and asked my wife, "Sister-in-law, is this pee? Why is it wet
? But it doesn't smell like pee, it smells so good!"
My wife just cursed him once, "You pervert, give it back!" I wanted to scold Fatty for her too: You slut
, your underwear is all wet, what are you pretending for!
The fat guy wouldn't give it to her, saying, "I'll give you a reward if I guess right."
My wife said, "What kind of reward?!"
The fat guy said, "I gave you a little camisole, so you can have this one!"
My wife said, "No way, it's disgusting."
The fat guy said, "Whatever, that's fair. It's settled then, I'll buy you three more sets at most."
My wife said, "No way, this is a gift from my husband."
Then the fat guy said something, and my wife glanced at me, and the fat guy glanced at me too. I
quickly pretended to be asleep. The fat guy said again, "Then how about rewarding me for one day, and I'll give it back to you tomorrow?" My wife
still shook her head. The fat guy had no choice but to say, "Then I'll give it back to you when we get home." After that, he kept
playing with my wife's underwear.
My wife went to the bathroom again, and that disgusting fat guy pulled down his pants next to me and
covered his penis with my wife's little panties. His penis was very close to me. Damn, it scared me to death.
But he didn't actually intend to masturbate. I saw him take a picture with his phone and send it to the bespectacled guy who was out of reach.
What a loyal friend! Even at a time like this, he didn't forget his brother! Fatty even sent him a message: "This is the slut's
thong, I played with it until it was all wet, it smells so good."
Later, my wife came out and said, "It's really too late, let's go home!" Fatty actually said, "I'll have the driver
take Xiaomai home first, we'll take a taxi to get some late-night snacks, we're hungry too." Damn, it seems I'm really in the way
, they even tried to get rid of me at this point.
But my wife still refused, saying, "No, it's not safe for him to be drunk." I was so touched,
wife, I love you!
After leaving the karaoke bar, Fatty told the driver to get the car, and they helped me sit in the innermost seat. My wife also got in
, and then, logically, Fatty should have sat in the passenger seat, but he actually squeezed in too, squeezing my wife in
the middle. Then, after Fatty got in, one hand naturally went around her shoulder, and his right hand was groping her leg.
At this point, my wife stopped resisting. The fat guy pulled her legs up and turned her around, so she was
facing away from me, her legs on his lap, her skirt riding up halfway. From my side, I couldn't see
her underwear, but I figured the fat guy could clearly see what was between her legs.
My wife probably wanted to struggle, but was afraid of waking me, so she didn't move too much. The fat guy's right hand was on her thigh
, and his left hand was across her buttocks, roughly kneading and groping her buttocks right before my eyes
. It felt so good, it made my recently calmed-down penis start to throb again.
My wife kept twisting and turning slightly to struggle, until eventually I could see her thong. Then
my wife softly said, "No, I'll wake my husband." Then I saw the fat guy's
left hand, which was kneading her buttocks, suddenly tighten, gently lifting her up and pulling her onto his lap. I was stunned. Damn,
he's got guts! My wife was so scared she didn't dare move or make a sound.
At that moment, she was sitting on him, her skirt riding up so high I could see her leopard-print
thong. Her entire buttocks were pressed against the fat man's shorts. My wife hesitated for a moment before trying to struggle
, but the fat man ignored her, holding her tightly, his hands reaching under her armpits to grab one of her breasts.
Her struggles were useless, and the fat man, in a fit of rage, ripped her top off… Sorry, I
was useless, I just came. The excitement of the night finally erupted, but even after I finished, my penis was still rock hard;
the stimulation was too great. The fat man's lower body continued to move back and forth, rubbing his huge penis against my wife
's buttocks, and she occasionally let out soft moans.
The fat man grabbed her breasts through her sexy bra and even blew air into her ear. My wife
was moaning and whispering, "No, no, no..." Fatty ignored her,
slipping his hand under her bra and squeezing her proud breasts. I couldn't see clearly, but I heard Fatty say,
"Sister-in-law, your nipples are so cute." The scene was incredibly arousing!
My wife is petite; sitting on that fat guy, she looked less than half his size. He groped her the whole
way. When we got to my door, she pulled away and said, "I want to go home." Just as she was straightening her clothes,
he suddenly pushed her down onto the seat and kissed her sexy little mouth. My wife involuntarily made "mmm
... ooh..." sounds; I guess his tongue was practically inside her.
Then I witnessed the most exciting scene of the whole night: the fat guy forcefully pushed my wife's skirt up
, the whole skirt bunching up at her waist, and his right hand grabbed her naked buttocks from behind. Damn
, was he going to rape her? This was so fucking exciting! "Good job, Fatty!" I kept cheering him on in my mind
.
Then he pushed my wife's tank top over her head, and the fat guy bent down to kiss her breasts. My wife protected her and wouldn't let
him, so he had no choice but to continue kissing her. After kissing for about three to five minutes, my wife finally said, "Don't do anything rash
, we're home." Reluctantly, Fatty had to help me upstairs. I had to play the drunken act convincingly
!
At the door, my wife coldly said, "Go, goodbye." Fatty, still unwilling, touched
her butt, then hugged her and kissed her again. Nobody cared about me, so I just collapsed to the ground in
front of my own house, lying there watching this Fatty, whom I'd only known my wife for a day, pull up her skirt
and touch her butt.
After kissing for a minute or two, Fatty's hand, which had been touching her butt, suddenly moved down, touching between her legs. My wife immediately
gasped a few times before pushing him away, telling him to leave. Fatty looked at my wife, annoyed, and left. Damn it,
are you an idiot? Couldn't you have just insisted on coming in and sitting down? Once inside, close the door and rape her
! Damn it, I'm so frustrated, why did you just leave like that?
Later, after getting home, I pretended to be asleep for a while before waking up. Then I asked my wife, "When did we get back?" My wife
said that Fatty brought us back. I even said, "Fatty is so nice, thank you Fatty, you should thank Fatty too."
She said, "Okay!"
Then I touched my wife's crotch, and damn, it was wet! I deliberately asked her, "Huh? Why did you change into a thong
?" My wife said, "I changed when we got back, this is one I bought online last time." Women are such good actresses.
If I really got drunk tonight, would I have been fooled by her?
Then I got up and fucked my wife. She was very cooperative, no foreplay needed. I pushed her skirt up, and
she was wearing the thong Fatty gave her. I didn't take it off, and went straight in.
While I was fucking her, I deliberately said, "Wife, tonight I'm fantasizing that I'm Glasses fucking you." I wanted her to call me Glasses
, but she ignored me and kept shouting, "Fat Brother, fuck me! Fat Brother, harder! Ahh..." and she came
.
(To be continued)

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