The consequences of taking your wife to a karaoke bar

My wife's clients and bosses are often the subjects of my fantasies, as are my friends, doctors at the hospital,
and so on . But today my imagination ran wilder than usual. I wanted her to wear the sexy short skirt I bought for her, go to
a bar to work as a hostess, let strange, lewd men fondle her body, lick her neck, and finally stuff a dirty
two hundred yuan between her breasts. Thinking of 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 touched, your butt touched, and
have your whole body touched by strangers for two hundred dollars..." Oh... what if he wants to do it?" "Then name a high price... three thousand dollars...
" "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 dollars!" "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?"
「肯定的……好的老公，你就站在门口收钱，让他们排着队一个一个进来干
我，把我当母狗一样在我身上发泄！」「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。
With this mix of trepidation and excitement, my wife and I began making plans. Her biggest concern wasn't being
played by other men, but rather being seen by acquaintances—women are so fickle and self-deceiving. She suggested going out of town for
a wilder experience, but I was afraid of being in an unfamiliar place, especially
a place like a dance hall, where safety was uncertain. So, 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 fickle, and now very few of my friends
go there. I knew the going rate: two or three hundred yuan for a hostess and plenty of touching. The plan was set, and we just waited 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 watched, feeling excited, much like a child going on a school field trip.
After dinner, my wife went inside to change as planned. I wanted to follow her to see what she was wearing, but she pushed me
out . After waiting and waiting, the door finally 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 intimately, 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, had been widowed for many years and had an unmarried son. His biggest hobby was
playing mahjong, and today it seemed another fierce game was about to begin. Wearing a ripped t-shirt and shorts, he huffed and
puffed as he climbed the stairs to the third floor, fanning himself with a palm leaf fan. Looking up, he saw Tingting's beautiful legs swaying gracefully as she descended the stairs. From below
, her extremely short skirt revealed a glimpse of black, but it was unclear whether it was black underwear or nothing at all. Under her silk scarf, most of her breasts
were exposed , with a clear cleavage visible. Uncle Chen, who had never seen his wife so exposed before
, gaped in astonishment. Tingting's face flushed red, and she quickly greeted me before pulling me down the stairs. As we approached
the corner, I glanced back and thought I saw 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 seen 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 '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. Men and women of all sorts
, dressed in bizarre and outlandish outfits, were either checking their bags, waiting for someone, or wandering around,
glancing around aimlessly, seemingly unsure of their destination. Just inside the gate, loud music vibrated at your feet; to the left was a dance floor.
The lights flooded every corner of the hall. I was just about to head to the bar to see where Tingting was, as planned, when a sweet, cloying
voice rang in my ear,
"Sir, are you here alone?" I turned my head and saw a heavily made-up woman standing beside me. She
was fairly attractive, and although her smile had a professional edge, it wasn't unpleasant. She wore a thin-
strapped tank top, her full breasts bulging out, practically half-exposing. 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 seemingly
unable to conceal the burgeoning flesh beneath.
Such features were considered quite good at a prestigious establishment, I thought. She noticed my gaze and apparent
hesitation, and her smile became even more captivating. She placed one hand on my arm, unconsciously rubbing her breast against my upper arm twice, and
said, "Shall we sit down and have a drink?" I took the opportunity to press my arm against her chest, saying, "Sure,
you 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 yellow, 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 lights around us momentarily
dimmed. "Go buy yourself a drink and sit down to wait for me," I said. Her gaze followed my wallet
into my pocket, reluctantly and absentmindedly forcing herself to look back at my face, and 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. 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 booths," pretending to casually survey the area in the dim light. Pairs of
shadowy figures huddled in the dark corners, and I could never see a man's hands (at most, just one). Oh, there seemed to be an exception...
Wait, wasn't that my wife? The glance she gave me confirmed my suspicions. Her expression held a mix of
resentment , wantonness, and embarrassment, mixed with a somewhat mechanical smile, leaving me unsure of 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 on my lap, her full, elastic buttocks
pressing against my already 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 semblance 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 in his arms, teasingly caressing her breasts through her clothes with one hand, while the other hand
kneaded 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 from 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 help 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, the pain outweighing her surprise. The full, elastic flesh gave me a sense of cathartic release,
and I ignored dissatisfaction, kneading 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, said something else to her, and his hand began to move. 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 asked. "No, she's probably new here."
I thought to myself, "It would be strange if I knew her, she's my wife!" Seeing that I was staring intently at Tingting,
Mimi reluctantly pinched my penis and exclaimed exaggeratedly, "Wow, look how
engrossed you are!" I smiled and reached my other hand towards her inner thigh.
At this moment, one of the man's hands disappeared again under Tingting's skirt, and the other hand also disappeared mostly from under
her tube-shaped top. Underneath the top, which should have shown the curves of her breasts, only the movement of one hand was visible.
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 details.
Sure enough, after a few seconds of silence, she lowered her head and said bravely, "Honey, he wants it." I
looked at her in surprise and said, "He wants to go to bed with me?" She hummed in agreement. "I said I wouldn't do it, but he said he'd name his price, and I'd go with it."
"He said three thousand, and I never expected 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 this?" I looked at her, knowing that the moment I had been waiting for had finally arrived. As long as 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 this? 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 sex?
What would be the impact on our marriage if my wife was sold? A wicked thought came to mind, "Three thousand yuan, just sell her once, wash her clean afterward, and it
'll be nothing happened. A few business deals a month would be very helpful to our lives..." I was confused.
After
a long pause, I looked at my wife and hesitated, saying, "How about... we call it a day?
So much . I don't know if I can take that final step right away." As I spoke, I looked at Tingting's beautiful face,
hoping to glean something from her expression. 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, not forgetting to slip two large bills between her ample breasts. Mimi realized
she wouldn't earn more by staying any longer, so she happily went to her second business,
sweetly telling me to come see her again next time. My wife, however, wasn't so lucky. 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 throwing several bills at her, one of which fell to the ground. Tingting stared at the
banknote for a full three seconds before bending down to pick it up. When I saw her face again, she was still biting her lip,
looking like she was about to cry. That innocent look reminded me of when she was the girl I was pursuing
, dressed like a prostitute—I think it was the sexiest sight I'd ever seen.
The two of them 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 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 crept onto my lips. Suddenly, Tingting, walking ahead, seemed to be stopped.
In an instant, my brain made a decision I admired even myself: I
continued walking as if I hadn't seen anything, but my eyes glanced casually and saw that two young men had stopped her. One of them
looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn't place him.
I made sure I was out of their sight before circling behind them, trying to hear what they were saying amidst the loud
music, but 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—they
must be acquaintances of my wife, and they had likely seen 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 follow them at a distance.
Fortunately, they didn't call a taxi; instead, they headed towards a restaurant near the Ming Shi restaurant. Then, a thought 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 person?" "...In the second drawer."
If it weren't for this situation, I almost burst out laughing.
"I'll follow you. Pretend to hang up your 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... I don't know."
"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, igniting
my anger.
By this time, the three of them had walked to the back of the restaurant, winding their way 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 they be
seen . One of them said, "How about it? Not bad here, right?"
"You know your way around, 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 naked and
let me 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,
but her struggles seemed so futile. Her exposed breasts were not very clear in the darkness, but it was enough to strike me like
a thunderbolt.
"Stop pretending to be virtuous. You were selling yourself just now!" the other man laughed and cursed, grabbing
one of the fat man's unattended breasts. "You know what, back when I saw her at work, she was like
a princess 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 given her a ride.
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 with nowhere to run.
This scene, accompanied by my wife's short, hoarse moans coming through the phone, made me feel like I was on a rollercoaster ride.
The moment the car slid down 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 against my chest with an intensity I'd never felt before, almost making me faint.
A voice screamed anxiously in my head, "Let go, you bastards!"
Another, eyes red with rage, hissed, "Fuck her, shove 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 his penis towards Tingting's pale, naked
buttocks. Tingting cried out in terror, hurriedly saying, "No! You promised not to do this!"
She frantically tried to push the fat man away, but the two men, caught up in their excitement, wouldn't let her go. The skinny man
grabbed Tingting's arms with one hand and pulled them back in front of her. Ignoring my wife's protests, the fat man
grabbed and thrust his penis in with the other.
I knew that if I didn't step in now, my wife of one year would be raped in front of me. Although
I'd been fantasizing about it, the woman I'd pursued for a year with such difficulty, the woman who
'd shared all sorrows, my love and hate, was about to be violated by these two despicable men. I couldn't help but want
to jump out and shout to stop them, but… if I stepped in now, it would mean telling them I'd been watching from the dance hall
all this time
, and besides, they had a firm grip on Tingting's secrets. If I didn't give in now, they'd spread
the word among all our acquaintances, and we'd both be disgraced in this city. In the blink of an eye, while I
was still struggling with my thoughts, I heard a woman's scream
through
my phone. Tingting was gripping the skinny man's arm tightly, her face contorted in pain, clearly having been penetrated by the fat man with insufficient 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 grabbed it and was violently pulling it away from my body. My
wife was finally being fucked, just as I had fantasized about a thousand times, only this time it was 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, trying to regain some of my masculine dignity, but all I saw was the fat man
thrusting vigorously behind my wife, and her naked body trembling with each impact. Her once flowing hair was
grabbed , and she could only tilt her head back, panting with her mouth open. The moans she made gradually lost traces of 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, because I often tormented my wife like this. That
feeling of being humiliated made her exceptionally wild, but I never imagined that she would be completely defiled today.
Although it wasn't me fucking her plump, tender pussy 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 it. I watched helplessly as that despicable
man frantically enjoyed my wife, while my own genitals swelled to their limit with overwhelming pleasure.
This sexual ecstasy 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. This vortex of pleasure made me dizzy,
countless thoughts swirling in my mind. One moment I wondered if Tingting was experiencing pleasure, the next I questioned whether
my lewd fetishes were a manifestation of subconscious masochistic tendencies.
The skinny man, who had already taken off his pants, was getting impatient. His penis seemed thicker and longer than the fat man's, constantly
thrusting towards Tingting's body, but since she was being penetrated from behind, her buttocks were raised high, so he could only press against her navel. He would
sometimes bend down to 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. The fat man, though he couldn't see clearly, knew the general situation and
blurted out, "Hey, why don't you let her bend down and blow-dry you? I'll switch with you later."
I cursed inwardly. The skinny man, however, was reminded by my words. He grabbed Tingting's hair and pressed her down, forcing her to bend over. She
pushed 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, somewhat impatient, grabbed his penis and shoved it 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 escape, thrusting and rotating it forcefully in her face. By this time, my wife
could no longer scream, only make gurgling sounds like she was drowning, with saliva uncontrollably dribbling 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 sadistic
moments I had never penetrated her throat like this.
A pang of jealousy shot through me, and I secretly wondered when I could have her do this for me. At this moment, the skinny guy finally pulled his penis out
slightly and began to thrust into my wife's mouth with the fat guy's, one in front and one behind. 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 his penis back into her throat.
Over time , probably to avoid his rough actions, Tingting would even take the initiative to hold 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!"
My heart ached, and I could only comfort myself that it was a normal physiological reaction for women, a natural mechanism of self-protection
. Whether it was shame from the comments 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; there was no joy of relief, but rather a sense 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 dissatisfaction 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 when the fat man didn't offer any special...
Without being asked, she started licking his testicles. 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 in the way, he could penetrate deeper.
My sensitive wife clearly felt the difference, and her mental defenses were gradually shattered. 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 definitely 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 vent, and couldn't help but pull out my long-imprisoned penis and start masturbating. Watching two
strangers my eyes, while he masturbated alongside their wives, I
experienced an indescribable, wicked, and overwhelming pleasure amidst intense guilt, feeling as if I were simultaneously at the depths and the peak of life.
I'd heard that fat men aren't usually 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 bumping 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 entanglement and focused intently on being fucked 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, dancing wildly with his thrusts,
mirroring the lewd moans in 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, wondering what they might be
thinking that she might genuinely think that man was better than me filled me with an unusual 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 moaned even more enthusiastically to encourage him. Soon, the naked couple's movements reached
a dizzying level. He suddenly shouted, "I'm going to cum on your face!"
That shout finally made me lose my temper, and a cold, hard semen shot out a meter away. As his wife's cries grew louder
, he finally ejaculated. His climax was relentless, his movements still powerful, each thrust pushing her
to the peak of ecstasy. I watched the rhythmic impacts, each spurt of my own ejaculation, 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 one who had just provided them with 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 exquisite body
, gently soothing her bruised and battered skin.

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