[Violence and Humiliation of Wife] (01) Author: Gentle Third Party

Author: Gentle Third Party
Word Count: 5927
I. A Double Life
The alarm clock, like a tidal wave, woke me up.
I got up sleepily, lazily dressed, and shuffled to the living room in my slippers.
A fragrant aroma drew me to the kitchen.
"Honey~ you're awake!"
My wife, Zhou Ruya, whom I'd been married to for six months, was frying eggs for breakfast.
She was twenty-one years old and studying film and television performance at a media college.
Always ranked among the top three beauties on campus, she had incredibly smooth, shiny black hair,
bright and deep eyes, and a youthful, rosy face, yet paired with a 36F bust and a curvaceous,
sexy figure.
At this moment, she was even more breathtaking: she was naked, wearing only an apron.
From behind, the slightly exposed side of her large breasts and the lines of her full, white buttocks were
a sexy dream that could drive any man crazy.
I walked over and patted her buttocks.
"Trying to seduce your husband like this so early in the morning?"
"Don't you like it? Which little rascal begged me last night to make breakfast in a naked apron this morning
?"
"Really? I don't remember!"
I said, hugging her from behind and gently licking and nibbling her earlobe.
The little tent that had already pitched in my underwear started rubbing against her buttocks.
"Ugh~ Make me do things, what will you eat otherwise?"
"I'll just eat you, won't I?"
"Honestly, weren't you satisfied last night..."
"With such a sexy and beautiful wife, how could I be satisfied?"
I started to slip my fingers under the side of the apron and knead her incredibly soft and tender breasts.
"Go sit down~ If you keep messing around, I'm going to get oil all over myself! I'm serious!"
"Okay, okay."
I had no choice but to obey and obediently went back to the living room to sit.
Five minutes later, Ruya brought two plates containing fried eggs and bacon and placed them respectfully on the dining
table in the living room.
"Honey, eat up, you'll be ready for work!"
she said cheerfully.
I'm so lucky to have such a beautiful and cheerful wife who always puts my happiness first
.
"It smells so good..."
I pretended to sniff intently, then suddenly pressed my head against Ruya's chest.
"Mmm, such fragrant breasts..."
"Why are you still messing around? Always thinking about eating me, is it because you think my breakfast isn't good enough?"
"Of course not. I just thought such a delicious breakfast deserves the best tableware."
As soon as I finished speaking, I pulled down my wife's apron, completely exposing her large breasts, which
jiggled like milky white pudding.
Then I used a fork to take a small piece of fried egg and placed it on my wife's nipple.
My wife wasn't standing upright, but leaning slightly downwards, so the small piece of fried egg
rested steadily on her large breasts.
"Stop it! It's hot!"
Ignoring Ruya's protests, I opened my mouth to eat the fried egg on her nipple, and then took the opportunity
to lick and tease her pink nipple, deliberately making loud noises.
"Ah...husband...you're so naughty...playing with this so early in the morning..."
"I couldn't help it..."
Ruya's body trembled because of my licking.
She was so sensitive.
I reached my hand under her apron to touch her vulva.
When my hand touched her pubic hair, she suddenly pushed my hand away.
"Enough! I need to...get to school early today..."
"What are you going to school for? Are you doing physical training today? Walking around on stage in a swimsuit, making
your male classmates drool?"
"No way! I'm getting angry!"
Ruya pushed me hard, then kicked me to the other end of the sofa.
I have to say, she's quite strong when she's being unreasonable.
"Honey, why are you being so abusive so early in the morning?"
"It's because you only know how to do bad things! I'm serious, we're both almost late! You
specifically told me to wake you up early today because you have a lot of work, but you were sleeping like a log, so I had to
make breakfast and wait for the alarm to wake you. Don't waste time!"
"Can being affectionate be considered wasting time?"
"We'll talk about it tonight! I'm serious! I've been late for two days in a row because of your mischievous behavior this morning
… Teachers don't joke when they scold people…"
I saw her frown and pout, realizing she was genuinely worried about being scolded by her teacher, so I gave up
on the idea of having a good meal first thing in the morning.
That's right, after all, she's my wife; missing this meal won't matter much, I'll get more later
. Besides, I was really close to work
. If my boss got angry, I wouldn't be able to handle it.
So, in the next fifteen minutes, I obediently finished my breakfast, packed my things, and left.
When I left, my wife was still in the bedroom, choosing her clothes for school.
"Honey, I'm leaving!"
"Bye-bye~~" Her voice came from the bedroom.
"What, not even a goodbye kiss?"
"Ugh, stop being so fussy!" She still hadn't left the bedroom.
"Okay, okay," I said.
Although my tone sounded helpless, I was secretly amused.
This particularly clingy wife actually used "stop being so fussy" to tease me.
Not long after I left, I received a text message from Ruya, listing a bunch of
things I should bring home on my way home from work.
She also said that if I forgot, I'd be punished.
Hehe, that actually made me look forward to it.
I drove to work.
On the way, my phone rang.
The caller ID showed "Shao Qiang.
" "Hello?"
"Wang Zi, are you almost at the company?"
"Yeah, what's up?"
"Don't go to the company, go straight to 550 Huanghe Street, sixth floor, 607. There's work."
"It's the Zhang family, right?"
"Yes."
"Oh, I see. So early in the morning..."
"It's the boss's arrangement, what can I do? Hurry up, I've almost got the people ready."
"Okay, I'll be right there."
I hung up and drove towards the location Shao Qiang indicated.
I work as a financial consultant at a financial company, and I'm not usually too busy.
Every day, I wear a business suit, go to work neatly, and leave quickly, ready to be embraced by my beautiful wife
.
However, this isn't the whole truth.
If my wife knew my real job… forget about marriage, she probably wouldn't even glance at me
.
I arrived at my destination, 55 Huanghe Street, 607.
I knocked.
Someone opened the door.
It was my partner, Shao Qiang.
He was probably around thirty years old, with a remarkably muscular physique and
exaggerated tattoos on his neck and back that I often teased him about.
"You're here?" Shao Qiang said. I noticed a stick in his right hand.
"You're going to make your move?" I asked.
"Of course I'm waiting for you."
I followed him into the room.
Although it was broad daylight, all the curtains were drawn, making the room somewhat dark.
Judging from the furniture and furnishings, this family had a good income.
Or at least they used to have.
Because, if they weren't facing financial difficulties, they wouldn't have been
bothered by people like Shao Qiang and me from a "financial company."
We went to the living room.
The male head of the household, a thin man, and the female head of the household, his wife, both under thirty,
were kneeling on the living room carpet, heads bowed, trembling.
I took a piece of cloth from my pocket and wrapped it around my right fist.
"Hey! Look up!" Shao Qiang shouted, slamming the end of the stick against the wall.
The couple trembled violently, but dared not raise their heads.
"Don't make us say it again," I said.
They finally looked up.
Both were covered in cold sweat; the husband's lips were blue, and the wife had clearly been crying, her makeup ruined.
I walked over and looked at them.
They stared at me with utter terror.
I slapped the husband hard across the face, making him see stars.
The wife screamed.
Then, I slapped his other cheek hard.
His cheek immediately swelled up, and his body trembled even more violently.
"The money's been overdue for two months, so, well, that's two slaps," I said.
"That's not right, is it? Such a light punishment?" Shao Qiang asked, feigning curiosity.
"Then… what's your suggestion?"
"One week, one finger?"
The couple immediately screamed.
"Quiet!" I yelled. "Don't take this idiot's words seriously. Cutting off fingers is
something only people in movies do. We live in a civilized society; all we want is to pay back our debts. If you really cut off a finger,
you'll lose your jobs, how will you pay back the money? Right?"
"Yes, yes, yes," the husband nodded vigorously.
"But you two have a history. Last time, you borrowed 500,000 from our company and only paid it back a month
later. We're a small company too, cash flow isn't easy, if you don't pay us back, we'll be in trouble. But
our boss is very kind, he lent you money to help you out the first time, got ripped off, but he's not angry, he just considers it like eating dog shit
..."
"Old Wang, are you cursing our boss to eat dog shit?"
"Just an example, why are you getting so worked up? What I mean is, our boss is a really good person. He got ripped off by you
once, but he's still willing to lend you money a second time, this time it's a million. And what happened? It took even longer..."
"We'll pay it back! Give us another month, we'll definitely pay it back..." the husband said.
"A month?! Old Shao, they said a month, what do you think?"
"I don't care, the key is whether the boss is willing."
"Then, ask your boss..." the husband said.
"Our boss is a very busy man, it's not worth bothering him with such a small matter. Old Shao, why don't we make a decision
?" "Okay, how so?" Shao Qiang asked.
"I see..."
Before I could finish speaking, I punched my wife hard in the face.
She fell to the ground in pain, clutching her face and wailing.
"Wife! Wife!"
I grabbed her hair and pulled her up.
Shao Qiang helped me hold the man down, and I used my cloth-wrapped fist to punch the woman twice in the nose and twice in the cheek
. Blood spurted from her nose, splattering onto her husband's face. This woman was quite pretty;
her makeup was ruined by crying, and then she was covered in blood from my punches, with blood bubbles around her mouth, whimpering incessantly.
"Wife! Wife! Ahh!"
The man kept screaming, but Shao Qiang held him down and then pressed his knee against the back of his neck,
making it impossible for him to get up.
"Do you know why I hit her and not you?" I said.
"We all understand that this family mainly relies on you to earn money. If I hurt you..."
"Old Wang, stop making excuses," Shao Qiang said.
"We all know you like hitting women, what are you pretending for?"
"...Yeah, that's true. So, Lao Shao, what do you like? Do you like...this?"
I grabbed the woman's nightgown and ripped it off hard.
Her snow-white breasts were exposed, and blood from her face quickly dripped onto her nipples, staining them with a strange, sexual color.

"You really understand me, Lao Wang. I like this one," Lao Shao said.
"No, please, please don't..." the woman said in a weak sob. "It 　　feels
pretty good." I reached out and squeezed it a few times, and the woman let out a soft moan.
Suddenly, I slammed her to the ground, her back facing down.
The woman screamed and tried to bite my hand.
I punched her again, this time a bit too hard, and she passed out.
"Wife...wife..." the man was crying uncontrollably.
"Lao Wang, move aside, I'll play with you," Lao Shao said.
We switched positions. I pinned the man down, while Shao Qiang spread his legs and sat on the woman's chest.
He squeezed and kneaded the woman's breasts several times, creating a deep cleavage, then pulled out his thick, dark penis and
inserted it into the cleavage.
"How is it?" I grabbed the man's hair and whispered in his ear. "Your wife is right in front of you, being
used by someone else for a 'milk cannon'?"
"Spare us...please...I'll pay you back..."
"We don't believe you anymore. You've ruined your credibility. So just watch, see
how your wife is used by someone else."
"Huff, huff...so good!...Mmm..."
Shao Qiang enjoyed the feeling of his penis inside her cleavage, while his hands squeezed her breasts together more forcefully.
After eight or nine minutes of penetration, with a muffled groan, he ejaculated.
The cloudy white semen splattered out, making the woman's breasts dirty and staining her bloodied face with specks
of white.
"Enough...please..." the man pleaded.
The woman seemed to wake up, whimpering and moaning, and began to writhe.
"Huh, she's awake. Did I fuck her good?" Shao Qiang said.
"Fucking someone for a 'milk cannon'? That's all nonsense in porn
. Who believes that sucking someone for a 'milk cannon' or oral sex can lead to orgasm?" I said.
"So you're saying, to deal with women, you still have to fuck them?" Shao Qiang said.
"Do you even need to ask? But you've already had your fun..."
The man realized what we were about to do and started struggling frantically.
I twisted his hands behind his back, and with a forceful pull, he screamed like a pig being slaughtered.
"I don't want to break your hands," I said, "hands are for making money, you know. Old Shao, come on, let's
switch positions."
"Okay, okay."
I grabbed the woman's hair and dragged her toward the toilet.
She woke up, her legs rubbing against the floor, screaming.
But no matter what she did, she couldn't stop what was about to happen, because my penis was already hard.
I forced her to kneel in front of the toilet, face to the open toilet seat, took out my penis, aimed it at her
hairy vulva, her labia seemingly trembling with fear, and thrust it in.
"Ah...!" I groaned with pleasure.
Torturing and raping another man's wife in front of her husband, I could hardly imagine a greater pleasure in the world
.
I thrust in and out hard, and the woman, who had been punched many times, had almost given up resisting. Her head hung
over the toilet seat, passively enduring the intrusion of my penis.
Her body swayed back and forth with my thrusts, and blood dripped from her face, staining the toilet bowl
red.
Shao Qiang grabbed the man, forcing him to watch his wife being raped.
Because of the physical pain and fear, the woman's vagina involuntarily tightened, gripping my penis with incredible
pleasure.
My nearly twenty-centimeter-long penis couldn't be fully inserted; instead, the most sensitive part of the glans was subjected
to the most intense pressure.
"Damn, this pussy is a bit tight," I said as I fucked her, "I should have beaten this woman so badly
, let her get a little horny."
Watching this scene, the husband had completely lost the will to resist.
He just stared blankly at the scene, as if he couldn't figure out if he was having a nightmare.
After thrusting for a while, I ejaculated.
My semen was absorbed by this bitch's vagina without spilling a drop. Her body
trembled violently because of my ejaculation.
"Ah...so good," I said, pulling my penis out.
"Damn, you're a pervert," Shao Qiang said to the man. "Old Wang, this kid's hard! Watching his wife
get beaten up and raped, he's still so hard!"
"Aren't we doing a good deed? We came to make them uncomfortable, but we ended up making them feel good instead
. Sigh, if the boss finds out, he'll scold us again."
"How about we do something else good?"
We grabbed the husband and made him straddle the toilet, his penis positioned directly in front of his raped wife's mouth.
Then I grabbed the wife's head and moved it forward, making her bloodied mouth swallow her husband's penis.
During this process, they were both dazed and almost completely at our mercy.
"Was it good?" I said.
"It looks like your wife knocked out a tooth. That makes it harder for her to bite my cock."
Shao Qiang pulled out a Polaroid camera and took a picture of this incredibly humiliating scene: a nearly naked
woman kneeling in front of the toilet, her exposed vulva overflowing with semen and vaginal fluid, her blood-stained face limply hanging
above the toilet, her husband's penis in her mouth. The husband's eyes were blank, as if he had completely lost hope of living.
"Two weeks," I said. "If you don't pay back the money in two weeks, we'll come back again."
"Keep this photo as a souvenir." Shao Qiang stuffed the Polaroid photo into the woman's vagina
, then left the room with me.
We went downstairs and got into my car.
"Hey, two more fares today," Shao Qiang said.
"What's wrong? Are you tired?"
"I'm not really tired, but I promised to attend my daughter's parent-teacher conference this afternoon. If I don't hurry, I'll
be late."
"What grade is your daughter in?"
"Only third grade. She only got a little over seventy on her Chinese test. I'm so worried. Ugh, never mind. And you, wife..."
" Young and beautiful, and without children yet..."
We chatted as we drove towards our next destination.
...
At six o'clock in the evening, I returned home.
As soon as I opened the door, Ruya jumped into my arms like a happy little rabbit.
"Honey~ You're back~~ I missed you so much~~"
"I missed you even more, my dear wife. Here, these are all the things you wanted."
I held out my right hand. The reusable bag I was carrying contained
a whole bunch of things my wife had asked me to buy when I left early that morning.
"Huh, what happened?" My wife took the bag and looked at the back of my hand, saying. "It looks like
you scraped it?"
"It's nothing, I don't know when I hurt myself." I said.
"Oh~ sweet little hand, heal quickly~ when it heals, it won't hurt anymore~~" My wife
kissed the small wound in her uniquely coquettish and childlike manner.
Of course, she didn't know that the wound was caused by me hitting someone too hard.
In her eyes, I was still that white-collar worker who, although a little lecherous, still worked a regular nine-to-five job
.
I will never let her know this other side of me.
[To be continued]

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