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The sensation of flesh writhing beneath me was so exquisite. I passionately kissed Tingting's moist, red lips, kneading her tender breasts. Listening to her alluring moans, my mind habitually conjured up images of myself as the man who usually craved her but never had the chance. I don't know when it started, but this fantasy had become the best stimulation during sex with my wife. I fantasized about one of those men finally succeeding, taking my Tingting to bed, half-coaxing, half-forcing her virginity amidst her desperate pleas. I fantasized about him pinning my trembling wife down, ignoring her feeble protests, his enormous penis thrusting into her pure vagina, wantonly venting on her body, ejaculating again and again into her womb… At this moment, my wife would close her eyes tightly, imagining being violated by that man, calling out his name in a wanton, seductive voice, begging for his conquest. My wife's clients and bosses were frequent subjects of our fantasies, as were my friends, the doctors at the hospital, and so on. But today my imagination is richer than usual. I want her to wear the sexy short skirt I bought for her, go to a bar to accompany someone drinking, let strange, lewd men rub her body, lick her neck, and finally stuff dirty two hundred yuan between her breasts. Thinking about this, I was extremely excited. My lips and tongue left her earlobe, and I whispered in her ear as if in a dream, "Wife, how about I take you out to sell yourself?"
My wife, aroused by my caresses, chuckled, "Are you willing to do that?"
"That's why it's so exciting... I won't sell myself... I'll just let them take advantage of me..."
"Do you want to see me being touched?"
"Yes, watching you have your breasts and butt touched by strangers, being touched all over your body for two hundred yuan..."
"Oh... what if he wants to do it?"
"Then we'll ask for a high price... three thousand yuan..."
"What if he's willing to pay?"
"Then let him do it."
"You're bad! You'll let someone do your wife for three thousand yuan!"
"That's a lot of money... Besides, I want to see it..."
"They definitely won't let you see it."
"Then I'll listen at the door. Don't you have a lot of rich clients who want to do you? Are they willing to pay three thousand?"
"Definitely... Okay, husband, you just stand at the door and collect the money, let them line up and come in one by one to do me, treat me like a bitch and vent on me!"
“臭婊子！”
我听得好爽，顺便扇了她一个耳光。“噢打我！把我当婊子一样干！”
婷婷美丽的脸庞上因为那一巴掌泛起红潮，却让她更兴奋了。我不客气地边干边揍她，并不时加以辱骂，甚至在她脸上吐口水，她叫得越发响了。女人真是有被虐爱好的动物，好在我也喜欢这样的感觉，特别有征服的快感。那晚象平时一样，我搞了她大约一个小时，最后在她耳边吼叫着得到了无比的发泄。幻想是一回事，具体实施又是另一回事。可能每个有绿帽情结的男子都会有这样的困惑吧。想象老婆在别人怀里是如此刺激，可若真的发生，看见自己的娇妻被人玩弄，是否真的会是快感大过嫉妒？我也不知道。就是怀着这样忐忑的心情，我跟老婆筹划起来。 Her biggest concern wasn't being played by other men, but rather being seen by acquaintances. Women are truly fickle and self-deceiving. She suggested going out of town for a wilder experience, but I was afraid of being unfamiliar with the place, especially a place like a dance hall—a mixed bag of people, with no guarantee of safety. So, in the end, we decided to stay in Jinzhou and go to a dance hall called Ming Shi. It had been popular for a while, but Jinzhou people are always fickle, and now very few of my friends go there. I knew the going rate; two or three hundred yuan could get you a seat and plenty of touching. The plan was set, and all that was left was to wait for the right opportunity. (Actually, there are plenty of prostitutes in Jinzhou, but outsiders generally can't find them. Of course, the price varies depending on the level of the entertainment venue.) All day Saturday, Tingting was a bit absent-minded, as if thinking about what was going to happen that night, both embarrassed and excited. I saw this and felt excited too, like a child going on a school trip. After dinner, my wife went inside to change as planned. I wanted to follow her in to see what she was wearing, but she laughed and pushed me out. I waited and waited, and finally the door opened halfway, revealing half of my wife's body and a flushed face. Her carefully made-up face had beautiful, sparkling eyes and slightly parted lips. She wore a strapless, midriff-baring tube top with a sheer scarf draped over it, vaguely revealing her partially exposed breasts; a tight-fitting, low-cut mini-skirt with a slit on the side, exposing her thighs to a height normally unseen by others. Her smooth, long legs were bare of stockings, and she wore four-inch high-heeled black strappy sandals, revealing her shapely toes. Even I, who knew every part of her body well, couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, my lower body stirring with desire. My wife asked a little nervously, "Isn't it too revealing?"
I knew tonight's game wasn't just for me; it was also a rare experience for her to turn her sexual fantasies into reality. Her outfit was entirely based on her own fantasies, but out of female modesty and insecurity, she needed a man's affirmation and support. I repeatedly said she looked beautiful and sexy, and since she was going to dress like a prostitute, she should dress like one. With my constant encouragement, Tingting finally made up her mind, but she insisted on waiting until dark before going out like this. Fine, I didn't want to be too conspicuous on the street. It was summer, and by the time it was completely dark, it was already past nine o'clock. Unable to resist my increasingly restless urging, my wife finally bravely stepped out of the room. Just as she stepped out, she ran into Uncle Chen from upstairs returning home. Uncle Chen, in his early fifties and widowed for many years, has an only unmarried son. His biggest hobby is playing mahjong, and today it looks like another fierce battle is about to begin. Wearing a ripped t-shirt and shorts, he's panting heavily as he climbs the third floor, fanning himself with a palm leaf fan. Looking up, he sees Tingting's beautiful legs gracefully descending the stairs. From below, he can vaguely see black under her super-short skirt—it's unclear whether it's black underwear or nothing at all. Under her silk scarf, most of her breasts are exposed, with a clear cleavage. Uncle Chen, who had never seen his wife so exposed before, is speechless and stunned. Tingting's face flushes red, and she quickly greets him before pulling me down the stairs. As we approach the corner, I glance back and think I see Uncle Chen's face flash by. As we got into the taxi, my wife hugged me tightly and whispered in my ear, "I was so embarrassed just now! What are we going to do?"
I knew she was referring to what Uncle Chen had done to us. Although I was a little uneasy, the thought of Uncle Chen's expression also excited me, so I replied softly, "What's the big deal? I think it's hilarious. Look at Uncle Chen's expression, he looks like he's drooling! He has nowhere to release his pent-up desire, he's definitely going to masturbate like crazy tonight."
Tingting laughed at my words and didn't think much of it. As we approached Ming Shi, I asked the driver to drop me off first, because I didn't want anyone to see us go in together, and I planned to stroll in slowly. The summer night air was filled with unease and restlessness. The women walking in my direction were all scantily clad, which made my heart race. Entering the lobby of Ming Shi, I could already faintly hear the deafening music from upstairs. It seemed as if I was walking upstairs under the watchful eyes of many staff members, although I thought it was just my guilty imagination. Even before entering the dance hall, the constant flow of people at the entrance told you what kind of place this was. A motley crew of men and women, dressed in bizarre and outlandish outfits, were checking their bags, waiting for others, and wandering around, glancing around aimlessly, seemingly lost in their own world. As soon as I entered, loud music vibrated beneath my feet, and the lights from the dance floor to the left flooded every corner of the hall. Just as I was about to head to the bar to see where Tingting was, a sweet, cloying voice rang in my ear, "Sir, are you here alone?"
I turned to see a heavily made-up woman standing beside me. She was fairly attractive, and while her smile had a professional edge, it wasn't unpleasant. She wore a thin-strapped tank top, her full breasts bulging, practically bursting out. Her cropped trousers clung tightly to her ample hips and thighs, the fabric from her buttocks up to her waist was mesh, the thin material barely concealing the burgeoning flesh beneath. "These are quite good looks for a celebrity," I thought. Noticing my gaze and apparent hesitation, she smiled even more beautifully, placed one hand on my arm, and unconsciously rubbed her breast against my upper arm twice, saying, "Shall we sit down and have a drink?"
Taking advantage of the moment, I nudged her chest with my arm and said, "Okay, sit here for a bit, I'll come back for you after I've circled around."
A flicker of unease crossed her face, as if she feared her half-cooked pig's head would turn into a yellow crane (a metaphor for something that had already been cooked but was now gone), but then I pulled out my wallet, took out a fifty-yuan note,
and gave it to her. Her eyes immediately lit up, even the glaring light around us seemed to dim in comparison. "Go buy yourself a drink and sit down to wait for me," I said. Her gaze followed my wallet as it disappeared into my pocket, and she reluctantly forced herself to look back at my face, then sweetly agreed. The bar was mostly full, but I shouldn't have trouble finding her. However, after circling around, I couldn't find Tingting anywhere. How could this be? We agreed to wait here, I thought irritably. She probably went to the restroom. I pulled out my phone and dialed the number, "Temporarily unavailable..."
Damn it, another five minutes passed, and Tingting still hadn't appeared. Could it be...? I rushed to the "private booth" and pretended to casually survey the area in the dim light. Pairs of dark figures huddled in the corners, and I could never see the man's hands (at most, just one). Oh, there seemed to be an exception... Wait, isn't that my wife? The glance she gave me confirmed my suspicions. Her expression held a hint of resentment, a touch of wantonness, and a dash of embarrassment, all mixed with a somewhat mechanical smile. I didn't know what to feel. She was very obedient, saving me a seat. Thinking this, I walked to a sofa behind her and gestured for a strong drink. A short while later, Mimi was already sitting in my lap. Her full, elastic buttocks pressed against my half-erect penis through the thin fabric, her upper body languidly leaning against me. Not far away, Tingting was already half-lying on the middle-aged man in the same position—after seeing the woman beside me, she seemed to have completely abandoned any pretense of modesty. Her silk scarf was nowhere to be found, and from sitting for so long, her already short and elastic miniskirt could no longer cover the bottom of her white, fleshy buttocks. I watched as the strange man held my wife of one year in his arms, teasingly caressing her breasts through her clothes with one hand, while the other hand rubbed her exposed thighs. A fire burned in my stomach, as if I were about to vomit blood, though I didn't know what vomiting blood felt like. I saw the man's hand rise higher and higher, suddenly disappearing completely into her black miniskirt. I saw Tingting's body tremble, one hand seemingly instinctively moving down to stop his actions, but it froze in mid-air, then awkwardly returned to its original position, her chin slightly raised, her lips half-open, and her chest rising and falling noticeably. I watched him caress my wife's most private parts with abandon, imagining his nimble fingers parting her thong, the rotation on her clitoris driving her wild. With the influence of alcohol, anger, shame, and pleasure mingled in my mind, and I felt like I was about to burst. My hand instinctively slipped under Mimi's vest and grabbed her left breast, eliciting a soft "oh" from her, her voice more of pain than surprise. The fullness and elasticity gave me a sense of cathartic release, and I ignored Mimi's moans of dissatisfaction as I kneaded it forcefully. Mimi's breasts were bigger than my wife's, and they felt great to touch, but my mind was completely on my wife. I saw the man whisper something in Tingting's ear; she shook her head, but suddenly became anxious. The man smiled and said something else to her, his hand moving again. This time, Tingting lifted her buttocks, seemingly to facilitate his actions. I heard Mimi chuckle beside me, turning halfway to whisper, "Hehe, look! That woman's taking off her panties!"
We watched as Tingting, in the most inconspicuous way, pulled a small black piece of fabric from under her skirt past her toes, squeezing it into a ball in her palm. I forced myself to remain calm and said, "This woman is so sexy! Do you know her?"
Mimi replied, "No, she's probably new."
I thought to myself, "It would be strange if I knew her, she's my wife!"
Seeing me staring intently at Tingting, Mimi reluctantly pinched my penis and exclaimed dramatically, "Wow, look how intently she's watching!"
I smiled and reached my other hand towards her inner thigh. At that moment, one of the man's hands disappeared again under Tingting's skirt, and the other hand also disappeared mostly under her tube-shaped top. What should have been the curves of her breasts was now only visible as one hand fluttering about. Suddenly, something unexpected happened. Without warning, his hand abruptly pulled down my wife's shirt, completely exposing her left breast, and most of her right breast was also exposed. She tried to push him away and pull her shirt up, but in that brief moment, in the shadows where probably only a few of us could see, my wife's breasts were completely exposed, right in front of the hundreds of people in the dance hall. I was stunned, and even Mimi was dumbfounded. I saw my wife turn around and slap him across the face. The man paused for a moment, then laughed, ignoring her struggles, and pulled her back into his arms. Tingting struggled for a while, then stopped moving. A short while later, Tingting seemed to get up to go to the restroom, and I excused myself and followed her. We walked one after the other into a dark, deserted corner. Tingting turned around and threw herself into my arms, sobbing. I quickly asked what was wrong, and she said that the man had bullied her. I said that no one saw it, it was okay. Seeing that I wasn't angry, she seemed relieved and asked if I missed her. Then, she asked jealously about Mimi's situation. To make her feel more comfortable, I embellished the story. Sure enough, after a few seconds of silence, she lowered her head and said, as if mustering her courage, "Honey, he wants it."
I looked at her in surprise and asked, "To bed?"
She hummed in agreement. "I said I wouldn't do it, and he said to name a price. I just casually said three thousand, and I didn't expect him to agree."
My heart sank, and I didn't know what to say. Tingting spoke up, "I know you definitely won't agree... Let's go home."
I was a little doubtful and looked up to ask, "Then are you willing?"
Tingting lowered her head and said, "Haven't you always wanted to see it?"
I looked at her, knowing that the moment I had been waiting for had finally arrived. If I said yes, my wife would sell her pure body to a stranger, allowing him to vent and enjoy it at will. But... do I really want to do that? Is such a sexual fantasy something that should be realized? It would undoubtedly be very exciting, I know, it would definitely drive me crazy, but what if the excessive stimulation made me lose interest in normal intercourse forever? What impact would selling my wife have on our marriage? A wicked thought crossed my mind again, "Three thousand yuan, just one time, clean it up afterward, and it'll be like nothing ever happened? A few times a month would be a great help to our lives..."
I was confused. ----------------------------------- After a long silence, I looked at my wife and hesitated, "How about... we let it go today? So much has already happened, I don't know if I can accept taking the final step all at once."
As I spoke, I gazed at Tingting's beautiful face, hoping to glean something from her expression. What was it? I thought. Hearing that soft exhale, it seemed like a sigh of relief, yet also a hint of emptiness and disappointment. I quickly dismissed Mimi, of course, slipping two large bills between her ample breasts. Mimi, realizing she wouldn't earn more by staying any longer, happily went off to her second round of business, sweetly telling me to come see her again next time. Things weren't so easy with my wife. The man was clearly unhappy, which was understandable; a wealthy man who could afford three thousand a time usually had people doing things his way. They were discussing something, but Tingting kept shaking her head, her eyes lowered as if she couldn't look him in the eye. Finally, he gave up, angrily tossing several bills at her, one falling to the ground. Tingting stared at that bill for a full three seconds before bending down to pick it up. When I saw her face again, she was biting her lip, looking like she was about to cry. Her innocent look reminded me of when she was the girl I pursued. Coupled with her prostitute's attire, I think it was the sexiest sight I'd ever seen. The two walked towards the door, one after the other. I felt a huge weight lifted from my shoulders. Thinking about what I'd just seen and what might have happened, I desperately wanted to vent. She'd had a hard night; I'd make it up to her when we got home. A smile involuntarily crept onto my lips. Suddenly, Tingting, walking ahead, seemed to be stopped. In an instant, my brain made a decision I'm quite proud of: I continued walking as if I hadn't seen anything, glancing casually. I saw two young men blocking her way. One of them looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn't place him. I made sure I was out of their sight before going around to their backs, trying to hear what they were saying amidst the loud music—of course, it was futile. But I saw Tingting's expression—a look of despair, like someone caught red-handed doing something wrong. My heart sank; I realized what had happened—the two men must be acquaintances of my wife, and they had likely witnessed what she had just done. Judging from their demeanor, they were definitely trying to intimidate and blackmail her. My brain raced, but I couldn't think of a solution. Just as I hesitated, the two young men, one on each side, "escorted" Tingting out the door, and I had no choice but to steel myself and follow them at a distance. Fortunately, they didn't call a taxi; instead, they headed towards a restaurant near the Ming Shi restaurant. Suddenly, an idea struck me, and I dialed Tingting's number. After a few rings, I heard her say "Hello," her voice trembling violently. "Are those two people acquaintances of yours?"
"Yes." "Where are you going now?"
"..."
I cursed myself for being an idiot; of course, she couldn't answer that question. "Are they threatening you?"
"Yes." "Do they want money or your wife?"
"...In the second drawer."
If I weren't in this situation, I would have almost laughed out loud. "I'll follow you. Pretend to hang up the phone so I can listen for any noise."
"Okay... um... goodbye."
With a keystroke and a rustling sound, I finally heard their conversation. "Who is it?"
"My husband."
"Does your husband know you're out like this?"
"No... no. " "What are you doing
?" "I said
I'm having a late-night snack. "
"Haha, your husband is so easy to fool."
"Yeah, but his wife is about to become our late-night snack, haha."
The two men burst into laughter, which ignited my anger. By this time, the three of them had walked to the back of the restaurant. After a few twists and turns, they came to a dark corner. On one side was a mottled high wall, and on the other side were piles of wooden crates and miscellaneous items. Only from the corner where I was hiding could I see inside. One of them said, "How's it going? Not bad, right?"
"You know this place well, buddy. This isn't your first time here, is it?"
"Of course! I've slept with at least half a dozen women here!"
"Alright, alright, stop bragging. This... how do we do this?"
"Strip her down so I can have my fun first."
As he spoke, the larger of the two grabbed Tingting from behind and ripped off her top. Tingting let out a cry of pain, her struggles seeming so futile. Her exposed breasts were barely visible in the darkness, but it was enough to strike me like a thunderbolt. "Stop pretending to be innocent! You were selling yourself just now!"
the other man laughed and cursed, grabbing one of the fat man's untouched breasts. "You know what, when I used to see her at work, she was like a princess, completely ignoring someone like me. Who would have thought she was two-faced? A princess by day, a whore by night."
Now I finally remembered—this fat man was Tingting's former driver, who had once driven her around. Tingting had never liked him, thinking him vulgar and uncultured. How could she have imagined that years later, she would be helplessly violated by him in public? The two young men, without stopping, stripped Tingting naked, sandwiching her like a sandwich, kissing and groping her wildly. Their four hands roughly kneaded and ravaged my wife's pure body, her breasts and vulva contorted and twisted in their clutches, causing her to writhe and try to escape, but there was nowhere to run. In this situation, accompanied by my wife's short, hoarse moans coming from the phone, I felt like I was on a roller coaster, plummeting from the peak to the bottom. It was a strange feeling, a mix of despair, terror, excitement, and anticipation. I could hear my heart pounding in my chest with an intensity I'd never felt before, almost making me faint. A voice in my head cried out anxiously, "Let go, you bastards!"
Another voice, red-eyed and hissing, shouted, "Fuck her! Put it in! Fuck my wife!"
As if hearing my cries, the fat man pulled down his pants, revealing his weapon, bent his legs slightly, and forcefully thrust it towards Tingting's pale, naked buttocks. Tingting screamed in terror and cried out, "No! You promised you wouldn't do this!"
She frantically tried to push the fat man away, but the two men, caught up in their excitement, weren't about to let her go. The skinny man grabbed Tingting's arms, pulling them back in front of him. Ignoring my wife's protests, the fat man grabbed her struggling buttocks with one hand and thrust his penis in with the other. I knew that if I didn't intervene now, my wife of one year would be raped right in front of me. Although I'd been fantasizing about it, the woman I'd painstakingly pursued for a year, the wife who had shared my joys and sorrows, my laughter and tears, my love and hate—these two despicable men were about to defile her like this! I couldn't help but want to jump out and shout to stop them, but… if I intervened now, wouldn't that be telling them I'd been watching from the dance hall all this time? Besides, they had a firm grip on Tingting's secrets. If we didn't give in to them now, they'd spread the word among all our acquaintances, and we'd both be utterly disgraced in this city. In the blink of an eye, while I was still struggling with this internal struggle, I heard a woman's scream from the phone. Tingting was gripping the skinny man's arm tightly, her face contorted in agony. It was clear the fat man had penetrated her, and there wasn't enough lubrication. Her fingernails were probably digging into the skinny man's arm, causing him to cry out in pain as well. My heart clenched violently, as if a giant hand had seized it and yanked it away from me. My wife had finally been violated, just as I had fantasized about a thousand times, only this time it felt unbelievably real. My head felt incredibly heavy, as if a green hat was pressing down on it, making it impossible for me to lift my head. I tried to raise my neck, attempting to regain some of my masculine dignity, but all I saw was the fat man thrusting violently behind my wife, and her naked body trembling with each impact. Her long, flowing hair was grabbed by the fat man, forcing her to tilt her head back and gasp for breath. The moans she made gradually lessened, revealing less pain, which made me feel a little better. The fat man's face was tense, clearly enjoying himself immensely—I was all too familiar with the feeling of fucking her from behind, even the satisfaction of grabbing her hair. I often tormented my wife like this; that feeling of humiliation made her incredibly wild. I never imagined she would be so thoroughly violated today. Although I wasn't the one violently fucking my wife's plump, tender vagina from behind, I could clearly feel a different kind of stimulation. This feeling pierced my body and soul like a sharp sword, masking the sexual ecstasy beneath a haze of pain. Undeniably, I loved that feeling. I watched helplessly as that despicable, ugly man frantically enjoyed my wife, but my own genitals were swollen to their limit by the surging pleasure within me. This sexual pleasure reminded me of the conquest I felt the first time I penetrated my wife, the release I felt the first time I urinated on her face, and it was clearly even more unforgettable. The vortex of pleasure made me dizzy and disoriented, countless thoughts swirling in my mind. One moment I wondered if Tingting was experiencing pleasure, the next I wondered if my lewd fetishes were a manifestation of masochistic tendencies in my subconscious. The skinny man, who had already taken off his pants, was getting impatient. His penis seemed thicker and longer than the fat man's, and he kept thrusting towards Tingting's body. But she was being penetrated from behind, her buttocks sticking up high, so he could only press against her navel. He would sometimes bend down and suckle her nipples, her breasts jiggling with the fat man's thrusts, often flattening the skinny man's nose, but he didn't seem to care. Although the fat man couldn't see clearly, he roughly understood the situation and blurted out, "Hey, why don't you let her bend down and give you a blowjob? I'll switch with you later."
I cursed inwardly, while the skinny man, reminded by my words, grabbed Tingting's hair and pressed her down. She was forced to bend over, pushing the skinny man away with one hand, looking at the ugly penis dangling in front of her with disgust, seemingly very unwilling. The skinny man was a little impatient, and he shoved his penis into my wife's mouth. She flinched a few times, but her sexy red lips finally gave way. The long, thick penis rudely pierced her throat, causing her to wince in pain, her hands reflexively trying to push the skinny man away. The skinny man held her head tightly to prevent her from escaping, and vigorously thrust and twisted inside her. At this point, my wife could no longer scream, only making gurgling sounds like she was drowning, accompanied by saliva uncontrollably flowing from the corners of her mouth. This was probably the most painful oral sex she had ever experienced, I thought with heartache. Even in my most frenzied and lewd moments, I had never thrust into her throat like this. A pang of jealousy shot through me, and I wondered when I could have her do this for me. At this moment, the skinny guy finally pulled his penis out slightly and began thrusting in and out of my wife's mouths, one after the other, along with the fat guy. Although the two were quite in sync, the skinny guy's penis still often jumped out of her mouth, and each time he quickly and forcefully thrust it back into her throat. Over time, perhaps to avoid his rough actions, Tingting would even take the initiative to hold it and put it back in her mouth. The oral movements also gradually became more varied from the initial monotonous and passive ones. The fat guy behind her could also clearly feel the wetness of her vagina and laughed, "Hey, it's wet, it's wet!"
I felt a pang of sadness and could only comfort myself that it was a normal physiological reaction for women, a natural mechanism of self-protection. Whether out of shame or the thought of me watching, Tingting tried to move away symbolically, only to be met with even more brutality and ridicule from the two men. Soon after, the skinny man spoke up, "Hey, let's switch. I want to try this slut."
The fat man reluctantly grunted, thrusting in a few times before pulling his penis out abruptly. I heard my wife cry out, not with the joy of relief, but with a hint of emptiness and loss. When they switched positions, Tingting remained bent over with her buttocks sticking out, completely resigned. The skinny man, already poised, immediately thrust in, letting out a satisfied sigh. The fat man vented all his frustration on my wife, gripping his semen-covered penis and snarling, "Skinny, this is all your juices! Lick it clean!"
My wife gave him a resentful look, obediently licking the base of his penis, even voluntarily sucking his testicles without being specifically asked. Although I didn't see the fat man's expression, I could imagine the surprise and pleasure in his mind, so much so that he didn't even utter a mocking word. The skinny man wasn't bad either; his tools were superior to the fat man's, and since his belly wasn't obstructing his movements, he could penetrate much deeper. My sensitive wife clearly felt the difference, gradually losing her mental defenses. What started as restrained moans turned into unrestrained moans. I could even hear the squelching sounds of her vaginal fluids as she thrust. She was aroused! How could this be! Although my wife was a slut in our bed, she was usually quite chaste in her daily life. In front of others, she was absolutely a respectable woman, but now, under the circumstances of being raped, she was experiencing intense sexual pleasure and shamelessly displaying it in front of these bad men! I watched all this angrily, feeling an urgent need to vent, and involuntarily pulled out my long-imprisoned penis and started masturbating. Watching two strangers rape—no, defile—before my eyes, while simultaneously masturbating with their wives, I experienced an indescribable, wicked, and overwhelming pleasure amidst intense guilt, feeling as if I were simultaneously at the depths of despair and the pinnacle of life. I'd heard that fat men generally weren't very good at this, and this one was no exception. His face was already tense, clearly struggling to hold back, when he finally reached his limit. But who could laugh at him? I doubt he'd ever played with such a beautiful woman so cruelly in his entire life. He quickened his pace, his large belly repeatedly slamming against Tingting's face. Suddenly, he let out a low growl, his body pausing for several seconds, as if unable to move an inch at the moment of ultimate climax. Tingting's brows furrowed; it seemed the fat man had released quite a bit. His legs trembled slightly, then he moved slowly a few more times, as if all his strength had left him, unable to support his bloated body any longer. He collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, seemingly oblivious to my wife spitting the sticky mixture onto the floor. At this moment, Tingting broke free from the fat man's clutches and focused intently on being penetrated by the skinny man. She braced herself against the wall with one hand and supported her taut, beautiful legs with the other. Her long, flowing hair, styled with negative ions, was now a mess, swirling and dancing wantonly with his thrusts, mirroring the lewd moans escaping her throat. The skinny man, sweating profusely, cursed, "Is it good, you slut! How do I compare to your husband?"
My wife ignored him, offering no response, but I imagined her inner thoughts. What was her answer? The thought that she might genuinely think that man was better than me filled me with an intense excitement. I knew I was about to climax, but I really wanted to join them. Thankfully, they didn't keep me waiting too long. The skinny man gradually increased the frequency and intensity of his thrusts, and my wife encouraged him with even more vigorous moans. Soon, the naked couple's movements reached a dizzying level, and he suddenly shouted, "I'm going to cum inside!"
That shout finally pushed me to my breaking point, and a cold, hard column of semen shot out a meter away. Amidst my wife's increasingly loud cries, he finally ejaculated as well. His climax was relentless, his movements still powerful, each thrust carrying her to the peak of orgasm. I watched the rhythmic impacts, each spurt of my own fluids, all the anger and stimulation I'd felt earlier finding release. What a sight! My moral compass, floating in the distance, wailed. This bizarre trio, simultaneously floating on the clouds of wicked climax, each man and woman harboring such dark thoughts and pleasures. They finally left, abandoning her—the very woman who had just given them such pleasure—like a broken toy, taking only her underwear (as a souvenir) and her "weapon," I thought to myself. She stood there, dazed, not even dressed. The soft moonlight, which had been hiding its face in shame, peeked out from behind the clouds, illuminating her beautiful body, gently soothing her bruised and battered skin. Suddenly, I felt such jealousy. My beautiful wife, my pride, was no longer mine alone. I stepped forward to face her, but didn't go to her side. She looked at me with tears in her eyes, motionless. I gazed at her; she had never looked so beautiful, I thought, yet I had never felt so distant from her. I felt only bitterness in my heart, and utter exhaustion. She searched for understanding and love in my eyes, but she found none. Two tears rolled down her cheeks almost simultaneously, falling onto her full breasts, lingering precariously on her nipples. She looked at me through teary eyes, a look that filled me with both anger and pity. What should I do? What could I do? I asked myself. The deep darkness enveloped us; not a single light could be seen.

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