[My Wife, After Going Out] (January 5th) Author: Li Yiyi

Author: Li Yiyi
Word Count: 22636

Chapter 1

The story takes place in the early 1990s, just ten years after the reform and opening up.
The internet and mobile phones were not yet widespread. Back then, the sky was a clear blue, the clouds were pure white,
the water was crystal clear, and even the smiles on the faces of the men and women walking on the street seemed to be covered by
a hymen, reflecting pure white in the sunlight.

But that's how things are in this world; angels only have meaning because of demons, black contrasts with white, day and
night are intertwined. When people are in an environment they know nothing about, they naturally feel a sense of tension. As
fear deepens, they lose their original abilities and become lambs to the slaughter.

My wife's train arrived at the station on time. The carriages were packed with people, a dense, dark mass.
My wife was almost pushed from the carriage onto the platform by the surging crowd.

Most of them were like me, carrying luggage and bags, coming from all over the countryside to make a living.
Judging from their curious expressions and occasional exclamations of surprise, my wife,
like was traveling far from home for the first time!

Many people in uniforms with red armbands paced back and forth on the platform, whistling
and waving sticks, menacingly directing disembarking passengers. Occasionally, someone who didn't follow the instructions or moved
slowly would be met with a barrage of curses: "You son of a bitch, you country bumpkin... a vagrant!"

At 11:45 a.m. on October 18th, the train arrived. My wife, Ali, carrying an old gray suitcase
, exited the station and arrived at the West Station Square. Seeing the sea of people, she anxiously searched for her sister, Amei
, and brother-in-law, Ayan, who were supposed to pick her up.

The station square was bustling with people, all hurrying about. At this moment, a plump woman approached my wife
, Ali, and struck up a conversation: "Young lady, are you waiting for someone? Want to make a phone call? It's a dollar a minute!" My wife hesitated
for a moment, but seeing the plump woman's sincere expression, she didn't seem like a bad person. After all, they were both women, and making
a phone call shouldn't be a problem. So, she used the plump woman's phone to call her brother-in-law, Ayan. Ayan
told my wife, "He'll be there in about fifteen minutes!"

After hearing this, just as my wife Ali was about to end the call, the plump woman, who
seemed said, "Wait...wait...I'm a local. I know your location. I can have someone come and pick you up quickly."
After saying that, she took the phone and started talking to Ayan.

At first, the plump woman spoke to Ayan in Mandarin, but after a few sentences, she switched to the local dialect.
My wife couldn't understand a word, but seeing the plump woman nodding repeatedly as she spoke, she seemed more at ease
.

After speaking with Ah Yan for a while, the fat woman said to my wife, "Your brother-in-law and sister said you've never been to
Guangdong , and they asked me to look after you. They were just at the shop and might not be here anytime soon!"

My wife thanked her profusely, and the fat woman took the opportunity to get some information out of my wife. She learned that my wife had been married for three years
but still didn't have children. Her sister and brother-in-law rented a grocery store in the village, and her sister, Ah Mei, wanted her to come to a big hospital
here for a checkup to see if there were any problems.

As they chatted, less than two minutes later, the fat woman saw the phone in the shop ring. She quickly answered it,
said a few words in Cantonese, and then switched to Mandarin to ask my wife, "What...what's your sister's name...?"

My wife thought it was her sister calling to check information and quickly replied, "My sister's name is Ah Mei."

"Ah Mei...yes...yes..." The fat woman kept talking, not letting my wife hear the conversation. My wife
knew the phone belonged to the fat woman, and given her enthusiasm, she didn't want to interrupt.

After speaking a few words on the phone, the plump woman's expression seemed to change, and she asked anxiously, "Do you have
your sister's address...?"

"Yes...yes..." My wife nodded with some surprise, reaching
into , wiggling her hips, and pulling out an envelope.

The plump woman had already ended the call, looking at the address on the envelope, "Meimei Supermarket, No. 57, Gongqian Road, Hekai Village, Xilong District,
" and complained, "So far?"

"It's not far! My sister said it's only a 30-minute drive..." my wife replied.

"They're building a bridge there, cars can't go through. It usually takes about 20 minutes to get to Hekai Village." The plump woman
seemed a little unhappy and added, "Your sister, Amei, said they had something to do and couldn't come, so she asked me to help you get there
."

"Wait...they were just saying yes..." My wife was a little dejected, asking incredulously, "What happened
?"

"The police and tax bureau just inspected your sister's supermarket. They said she's evading taxes and operating without a license, and
they might arrest her. Do you think they'll be able to get here?" The fat woman added, seeing my wife's bewildered expression. "Your sister,
Amei, just asked me if I knew anyone here who could help."

"What are we going to do?" My wife stood there blankly, seemingly talking to herself.

"What are we going to do! Hurry...hurry...I'll take you to find your sister right away..." The fat woman said, helping to lift
the old gray suitcase from the ground. My wife had no choice but to follow behind her, quickly crossing the station square. After passing
two intersections, they stopped at the entrance of an alley with many small hotels.

"Hey! Wait here, I'll call my friend to drive over." The fat woman said, then told my
wife to stand still and made the call from a distance.

My wife, seeing the overweight woman engrossed in her phone call, looked around idly and noticed a public restroom
not far . Feeling the urge to relieve herself, she placed her suitcase next to the overweight woman and headed towards the restroom
.

Passing two or three small hotels, several scantily clad women tried to solicit her for accommodation, but my
wife was too intimidated to respond. Head down, she walked to the restroom, ignoring even the old man collecting fares next to it, and went straight into
the women's restroom.

"Hey...hey...are you pooping or urinating..." the old man managing the restroom hadn't finished speaking when my wife, unaware
that there was a fee for using the restroom, assumed he was trying to spy on her and was shamelessly asking her such a question. She
interrupted him angrily, saying, "Get out!"

The old man didn't leave; knowing there was no one else in the women's restroom, he went inside,
shoved my wife's shoulder, and yelled fiercely, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

My wife was terrified and didn't know what to do; she hadn't expected the old man to be so loud and so self-righteous.
The old man stood frozen in fear in the middle of the women's restroom. Luckily, a fat woman carrying a suitcase rushed in and asked urgently, "
What's wrong?"

"Damn it, coming to use the restroom without paying, and acting so aggressively..." the old man said breathlessly.

My wife then understood what the old man meant and realized she was in the wrong, so she quickly apologized to
him . Seeing that the old man's anger had subsided, the fat woman quickly said, "Uncle, country folk don't understand, please don't mind."

My wife saw the fat woman come in and tried to slip away from the restroom, but the old man blocked her way
, coldly saying, "You have to pay to come in. Give me the money."

"I didn't..." my wife tried to explain, but the fat woman interrupted her, pulling out a dollar and handing it to the old man. The

old man took the money and told my wife and the fat woman to go outside. Several people had already gathered, watching and
whispering . My timid wife could only lower her head and let the fat woman pull her out of the alley quickly.

The fat woman didn't say a word but led my wife out of the alley. After walking for seven or eight minutes, winding around, they arrived at
an area of old houses marked with many "demolition" signs. The fat woman started cursing at my wife, saying that my wife had
wandered around without her permission. She said it was lucky that she, a local, had intervened, otherwise my wife wouldn't know how to get out of the toilet alone
.

My wife probably felt she was being unfairly scolded, and she quietly defended herself, saying, "Ma'am, I just needed
to pee . Didn't I know that toilets in the city charge a fee?"

"If you needed to pee, just tell me! This area is unsafe, don't wander around, understand?" The fat woman
, remembering her true colors had just been revealed, tried to calm my wife down by kindly advising her
. Seeing my wife nod gratefully, she made a phone call.

A short while later, a white, unlicensed Jinbei minivan drove towards the fat woman and my wife. The fat
woman quickly waved, and the minivan stopped beside her. She hurriedly climbed into the van, sat
in the passenger seat, and, ignoring my wife who was still standing, closed the door. She then started talking to the driver, who
kept glancing at my wife as he spoke to her.

A short while later, the fat woman got out of the van, holding a wad of RMB. She counted it with a grin, put it in her handbag,
walked over to my wife, picked up her gray suitcase, and said, "Hey girl, what are you waiting for? Get in the car."

My wife, who hadn't used the restroom since getting off the train, was feeling the urge.
She had also heard the fat woman mention that it might be a long way to her sister's place, so she wanted to urinate before getting in the van.
Feeling embarrassed, she said, "Excuse me, ma'am, I need to use the restroom."

"Is there something wrong with your genitals? Didn't you urinate a few minutes ago?" the fat woman
said, .

"I didn't pee! The old man just went in and..." Before my wife could finish explaining, the driver urged
her to get in the car, saying that parking was not allowed here and the traffic police would issue a fine.

After hearing this, the fat woman opened the car door, put the suitcase inside, turned around, grabbed my wife's hand, and pushed my
wife's buttocks into the car.

My wife bent over as she got into the car. It was rather dark inside, and the windows were covered with a thick, brown
film. What was even more odd was the interior. The two rows of seats in the middle had been removed,
and a pile of blankets was stacked in the corner. In the back seat, a young man with dyed blond hair, shirtless, wearing only shorts, and probably no more than twenty years
old My wife didn't know where to sit…

The driver, seeing in the rearview mirror that my wife hadn't sat down, turned around, tapped the back of the seat, and shouted, “Blonde…
Blonde …Get up!” The blond man in the back opened his eyes, stretched out his arms, and lazily looked at my wife, but
didn't get up to offer her a seat. My wife had no choice but to shift her body and sit on the pile of blankets, saying, “Driver,
I'll sit here .” " That's fine."

The fat woman next to the car door was about to close it when she suddenly remembered something. She took out
the envelope my wife had given her at the station square from her pocket, handed it to the driver, and winked, saying, "Sir, this is where my sister's
place is."

The driver took it knowingly and looked at it. The fat woman added, "Oh! I have her sister and brother-in-law's phone numbers.
If you can't find them, you can call and ask."

The driver then took a pen and wrote the number the fat woman had read on the envelope. Meanwhile, the blond-haired man in the back seat was still
lying down. When he saw my wife squatting on the quilt, her low-waisted jeans revealed her buttocks
and exposed a large section of her red underwear, he chuckled and said in Cantonese, "Boss,
you like those red underwear, huh!"

"Hmm...hmm..." The driver coughed lightly and quickly reminded the blond-haired man in Cantonese not to be so impatient. The
blond-haired man was rather cunning. After hearing what the driver said, and seeing my wife turn around and look at her nervous expression, he quickly sat up and
said somewhat lewdly, "Auntie, come...come sit in the back."

"No...no...I'll sit here!" My wife didn't dare to sit next to the blond-haired man.

"Auntie, is this your first time in Guangdong?" the blond-haired man asked with interest. "What are you doing here?"

My wife didn't know how to answer, but the fat woman casually replied, "You little rascal, why ask so many
questions? This girl may have never been to Guangdong before. She's here to see her sister for a medical appointment. Take good care of her on the way!"

The driver asked curiously, "See a doctor... what kind of doctor?"

The fat woman leaned against the car door without answering the driver's question, but instead said mysteriously, "I want to go back. Add
fifty yuan for the fare."

When the driver tactfully handed the money to the fat woman, my wife initially thought she was going to get on the bus with her.
Unexpectedly, the fat woman asked for the fare to go back, so she quickly half-squatted up and reached out to press her hand on the car door, asking, "Big... big sister, aren't you coming
with me...?"

"Aren't you annoying! I called a car for you, and now I have to keep you company!" The fat woman stuffed the money into her pocket, her face turning
somewhat unpleasant. She added, "Hurry up and sit down!"

My wife looked a little hesitant, but the fat woman pretended to ask, "What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?"

Seeing that my wife didn't answer, the fat woman laughed and said, "Haha! Are you holding your pee? It's okay, just
tell the driver to hurry up and take you outside to relieve yourself, okay?"

"Oh! I see. Auntie, are you in a hurry... or should I take you to find a place to pee?"
The blond-haired man also half-squatted down next to my wife and asked.

When my wife saw the blond-haired man's face close to hers, she quickly shrank back and sat on the quilt, her face flushed, saying, "No
...no...don't."

When the driver saw my wife sit down, he continued to ask the fat woman about the purpose of my wife's visit, but the fat woman...
Without any restraint, she revealed that my wife was here to see a doctor at a major hospital because she hadn't had a child after three years of marriage.
After telling the driver and the blond-haired man this, whether out of malice or feigned kindness, she looked at my wife and said, "Girl, if you get
pregnant , you'll have to thank me!"

My wife didn't know how to answer and nodded blankly. The fat woman opened the car door and said, "Let's go
."

Chapter Two:

The Jinbei van slowly drove down the main road. The driver turned on the music in the car and played Cantonese songs. The blond-haired man
continued to lie asleep in the back seat, watching my wife's back. He enjoyed watching how my wife, in order to reduce the bumps of the
car , made it even more urgent to urinate, so she had to press one hand on her abdomen and the other on the car to maintain her balance,
looking somewhat embarrassed with her head down.

Because it was summer, the temperature inside the car was very stuffy. My wife endured the increasing heat on her buttocks under the quilt, and
beads of sweat dripped to the ground. The driver wanted my wife to obediently take off her pants to urinate
in front of them, so the driver and the blond-haired man deliberately didn't talk. Their wicked idea, of course, was to see how long my wife could hold it in.

About ten minutes later, my wife couldn't stand the atmosphere in the car any longer. The car showed no
sign of stopping. It was already noon, she was hungry, and she urgently needed to urinate. She couldn't hold on any longer and finally asked,
forcing herself speak, "Driver...driver...how much longer until we get there?"

"Probably another two hours," the driver replied coldly with a smile.

"Oh...oh..." My wife seemed a little disappointed. How could she wait that long
? A little embarrassed, she said, "Driver...could you stop the car? I need to use the restroom..."

"No stopping on this road. The restroom isn't up ahead," the driver said, secretly plotting how to humiliate my wife.
Suddenly, he had an idea. "Miss, I remember there's a public restroom not far away."

"Oh...thank you, driver...thank you for your trouble!" My wife kept looking around, hoping things would
go quickly .

The car continued driving, and my wife painfully tried to endure it. The driver had clearly said there was a restroom nearby, and the car
had been going for about ten minutes—why hadn't it stopped yet? My wife, worried the driver might forget, asked
shyly , "Sir, are we there yet?"

"Almost?" The driver slowed down and noticed a construction site ahead. My wife had never been there before and didn't know if
there was a restroom. He slowly pulled over,
pretending to look around, and said, "Oh, this is a public restroom?"

Turning around, seeing my wife's somewhat bewildered gaze at the busy workers, he added
, "Oh! They're all being demolished to build a new building."

"What am I going to do… I… I…" My wife's voice still trembled slightly.

"If you're in a hurry, you can get out and relieve yourself next to those cement-laying workers, okay?" The driver,
of course, knew my wife, a woman, wouldn't dare get out of the car and urinate next to the construction workers!

After hearing this, my wife shifted her position and peered through the car window. They were pouring cement into one or two
pillars at the construction site, with over a dozen naked migrant workers nearby, completely exposed. Even if she desperately needed to urinate, she
couldn't possibly run up to these people and unzip her pants, so she quickly whispered, "No...no..."

"If you're worried about being seen, I have a friend who runs a stall up ahead. Let's use his toilet." The driver
, sensing that my wife wasn't quite at her limit, suddenly had an idea and started the car. He hesitated for a moment before asking, "Miss,
can you hold it in?"

"I can...okay...okay..." my wife blurted out shyly.

The driver, driving along, thought to himself, "Hmph! You bitch! You really can hold it in. I'll see
how long you can last." He seemed impatient, and started teasing my wife in various ways. He changed the Cantonese
CD to "The Spring Water is Tinkling," which more intensely stimulated
my wife, who was struggling to hold her urination. Large beads of sweat appeared on her pale skin, and her head
shook .

Seconds passed, and the driver nonchalantly drove to a busy main road. This was
a small market in a suburban area, with vendors from out of town lining both sides of the road. The driver
could have easily turned off the road and left the city, but he deliberately drove further in because it was crowded, narrow, and congested. There
couldn't be a toilet in such a place, and my wife, of course, didn't want to urinate in public. He also wanted to prolong
the time and enjoy watching a woman's embarrassed expression as she held her urine.

The loud hawking outside woke up the blond-haired guy sleeping in the back seat. He had been drinking all night and hadn't slept,
so he fell asleep as soon as he got in the car. He groggily opened his eyes and realized he'd come with Brother Fa
to pick up goods and was sleeping in the car. He saw my wife squatting under the covers, her hands covering her stomach, her face showing embarrassment,
biting her lip tightly. He chuckled and asked, "Boss, where are we?"

"Blonde, you're awake? I thought you were dead!" The driver, sensing the blond-haired guy was awake, thought their cooperation
was the only way to further humiliate my wife. He said gleefully, "The girl needs to pee, I'll find a friend's stall for her
."

My wife overheard the driver and blond-haired guy's conversation and blushed deeply, but the urge to urinate
was overwhelming . Her voice trembled as she said, "Driver... are we there yet... I really need to pee..."

"We're almost there!" The driver seemed pleased to hear my wife say that. Seeing
an empty space in the middle of the stalls, he pulled over and pretended to scratch his head in surprise, saying, "Oh! Why aren't the stalls open today? Really
?"

The blond-haired guy was confused and asked, "Who's not open?"

The driver didn't answer him but turned to my wife and said, "My friend's stall isn't open, so you
can't pee now. What are you going to do?"

My wife was completely stunned. She instinctively squeezed her legs together and bent them, looking very anxious,
and said, "...I...I...can't hold it...in..."

"Why don't you get out of the car and see if you can find a toilet to take care of it first," the driver said deliberately.

When Huang Mao heard the driver say that, he finally understood the reason. He saw my wife hesitating and looking around, and knew that
it would be a waste for her to find a toilet if she got out of the car. So he quickly said, "Brother Fa, there is no toilet here. You have to go to
the pond . But you can't go in here. It's a long way around!"

My wife was glad that she hadn't gotten out of the car. She didn't know the area, the roads, or where the toilet was.
After hearing this, she was actually grateful to Huang Mao.

"Hey girl, do you want to get out?" the driver pressed.

"I...I'm afraid to get out..." My wife saw the driver's hesitant look and quickly said honestly, "There
are so many people here, and the toilet is too far away. I'm afraid I won't be able to wait."

"Then drive to a place with a toilet before you get out to pee." The driver was a little unhappy.

"Ah...no...I can't...I can't hold...I can't hold...for that long..." My wife's breathing became more and more rapid.

"Hey...hey...don't pee here!" The driver, leaning over the driver's seat, craned his neck to
look at my wife's crotch...

My wife quickly squeezed her legs together, lowered her head, closed her eyes tightly, and blushed, almost collapsing. Meanwhile,
the blond-haired man found an empty Coca-Cola bottle under the back seat, bent down, and squatted
next to my wife, pretending to be kind, saying, "Auntie, here, you can pee in here."

When my wife saw the blond-haired man holding such a small bottle to her, telling her to pee in it,
she no longer considered whether he was being kind or intentionally trying to embarrass her. She just felt that peeing
into was unacceptable.

"Haha! You think you can pee in this? Yellow hair...you think..." The driver wanted to say something lewd, but
seeing my wife, a married woman, he couldn't rush things and had to slowly humiliate her as a woman. So
he didn't immediately continue, but changed the subject and said more seriously, "Girl, don't pee in your pants.
Try to hold it in as long as you can. If you really can't, I'll find you a plastic bag to pee in."

My wife contracted her bladder, thinking this was a good idea. It was better than peeing in public or
in a glass bottle after getting off the bus, so she nodded and said pitifully, "I...I really can't hold it in anymore..."

The driver was secretly pleased, seeing that my wife was really struggling to hold it in. Only then did he dare agree to let my wife take off her pants in the car and urinate
in a plastic bag. He turned around and opened the glove compartment, feeling that the tinted film inside the car was too dark and the light inside too dim. If he gave my wife a plastic bag, it would cover her genitals, and he might not be able to see anything. So, with a wicked grin, he twisted the plastic bag open and handed it to my wife, saying, "Luckily, there's one." My wife took the plastic bag without even looking up, shifted her body, stood up her old gray leather suitcase to block the view, and even picked up a quilt and shook it out... The blond-haired man saw my wife doing this, but from behind, he couldn't see my wife's body at all. Meanwhile, the driver was winking at him and saying, "Oh... check if the plastic bag is torn first?" "Yeah! Don't pee if it's torn, what if you pee all over the car?" the blond-haired man said he crouched down next to my wife. When he saw the large tear at the bottom of the plastic bag in her hand, he snatched it away, saying, "No...no...it'll stink!" My wife was in a hurry to pee and didn't think about that. She was glad the driver reminded her in time, otherwise, if she taken off her clothes and peed in the car, it would have been incredibly embarrassing. But now, the urge to urinate was growing stronger in her bladder. Her face was flushed, and she pressed her abdomen anxiously, saying, "Oh...oh...it's so urgent..." The driver was enjoying the sight of my wife's trembling body, one hand on the suitcase, the other covering her stomach, half-squatting, half-standing, looking like a woman struggling to hold her pee. He was incredibly pleased. He had another idea. Pointing at my wife's genitals, he said with some surprise, "Girl, you're so full of pee, why don't you unbutton your pants? Wearing such tight jeans , with your abdomen being compressed, how can you stand me driving?" "Oh... otherwise why would you be in such a hurry... this is the reason." The blond-haired man laid the suitcase flat, afraid it would block his view. "Driver... please drive faster... I... I..." My wife knew she was almost at her limit. Since couldn't pee outside or inside, she pulled in her stomach and unbuttoned her jeans while pleading with the driver to drive faster. "You... loosen your pants a little, just hold it in a bit." The driver was clearly not satisfied with my wife only unbuttoning her pants. He pointed to the zipper on my wife's jeans and said, "If you don't unbutton it, aren't you ashamed to pee in your pants?" My wife looked at the driver's eyes, as if he meant he wouldn't drive if she didn't unzip her pants. Perhaps the driver's words were not without reason, so she ignored her embarrassment and wiggled her buttocks, pulling down the zipper on her pants... ... This revealed my wife's red lace panties at her crotch. The crotch area was about an inch wide, with lace covering her genitals. Some pubic hairs peeked out through the transparent mesh, and the shape of a large patch of pubic hair on her mons pubis was faintly visible. I asked her to buy these underwear the day before she came to Guangdong. My wife's underwear used to be tattered, and I was worried that if she took them off at a hospital in the big city, people would laugh at her. So I bought them with her . At the time, for the sake of our male sexual desire, I specifically asked her to buy something sexy. "Right? That way you won't feel like you can't hold it in." The driver's eyes were fixed on the underwear exposed by my wife's unzipped jeans. He was surprised by how thick her pubic hair was. He then asked, "Miss, I'll drive now. See if there's a toilet on the way..." My wife felt her ears burning from the driver's lewd gaze. Hearing that the driver was going to continue looking for a toilet, she was worried that she would lose control of her bladder if this continued. So, disregarding her embarrassment, she said directly, "No...no...sir , please don't look for a toilet anymore. Please drive to a less crowded place right away, and I'll get off." "Oh! Okay! Sit tight." Actually, the driver was clearly trying to force my wife to beg him in order to humiliate her. The driver slowly started moving the car. The blond-haired man in the back seat noticed that my wife's pants were unbuttoned and the zipper was undone, making them slightly lower than before. Only a deeper cleavage of her buttocks was visible from the back, but not from the front. My wife was still holding onto her jeans with one hand and the handrail with the other. Seeing the car start moving, he said, "Auntie, come...come...sit in the back." "No...no...I'll sit here...ah..." My wife was startled. She knew it wasn't appropriate for a woman to sit next to a stranger. She struggled to push his hand away and quickly squatted down on the blanket. The movement was somewhat violent, causing her genitals to contract slightly, and a small stream of yellowish liquid shot out between her legs. She immediately tightened her bladder to control it. Fortunately, the amount of incontinence was small, and the blond-haired man didn't notice, but she clearly felt . Seeing that my wife wasn't appreciative, sitting with her head down and her hands wrapped around her thighs, the blond-haired man deliberately leaned against her seat, bending over and joking with the driver.

The driver knew the blond-haired man wanted to grope my wife, so after a few words, he gave a signal,
then slammed on the gas, turned the steering wheel, and yelled, "You're asking for it... how can you drive like that..."

The blond-haired man immediately seized the opportunity to throw himself onto my wife, slamming his buttocks hard on her stomach,
and squeezing one of her breasts with one hand...

Caught off guard, my wife's body jerked backward, her abdomen struck hard by the blond-haired man, her lower body
trembling , her bladder finally releasing its pent-up urges, and the urine that had been holding in for so long gushed out, soaking through her underwear and showing through
her jeans...

"Wow... wow..." As the blond-haired man got up, he grabbed my wife's breast through her shirt, feeling
its large, soft flesh, and asked with a wicked grin, "Auntie, are you alright?"

"Ugh...oh..." My panicked wife didn't care about the groping of her breasts by the blond-haired man. Instead,
she immediately tightened her bladder in pain to prevent the urine from shooting out further...

My wife's body trembled slightly, and her face flushed with shame. The blond-haired man next to her noticed that my wife had lost control of her bladder and
shouted loudly, "Why did you pee...?"

"Girl, who told you to pee!" The driver was overjoyed and quickly pulled the car over to the side of the road. He then pretended to be angry and
ordered , "Get out and pee!"

The blond-haired man pushed my wife, who was sitting there stunned, and said, "Quickly...get up and go outside..."

My wife was trembling all over, her mind blank. She bent over and half-stood up, only then realizing that her buttocks were wet and
that urine was still dripping from the hem of her jeans. She quickly reached out to open the car door, but couldn't open it
. She said, both ashamed and anxious, "Driver...why can't I open the door?"

"Oh...the lock is no use...I'll open it from the outside..." the driver said as he got out of the car, then walked around to the front of the car and
opened .

The car stopped on the bridge surface, right next to the pedestrian walkway. Perhaps for pedestrian safety, the
walkway was 50 centimeters higher than the bridge surface and had red and white railings welded on it. When the driver opened the door and saw my
wife blocked by the railing, looking bewildered, the driver, his face dark, urged loudly,
"Hurry up and crawl over!"

My wife had just lost control of her bladder quite a bit, but hadn't completely urinated. Especially after she had clenched her bladder so tightly,
a urge to urinate surged within her. Ignoring how dirty the railing was, she squeezed her head through first, then her entire body over it
…

Because it was midday, there weren't many cars on the bridge, and no pedestrians on the walkway. My wife had already guessed this would happen,
but having a strange man watch her urinate was incredibly humiliating. But thinking about the consequences of not urinating…
…She had no choice but to lower her head and face the driver, her back trembling slightly against the car door. She quickly and laboriously pulled down her
tight jeans and underwear, revealing her large, white buttocks. She immediately squatted down, and almost simultaneously, a stream of golden
liquid shot out from her lower body…

The blond-haired man, lying on the car, saw that my wife's urination site was above the car's surface. From behind my wife, he could clearly
see a woman with her lower
body exposed, especially her plump, white, round buttocks and the tuft of pubic hair in her buttock cleft—all completely exposed to him. Upon seeing my wife's private parts,
his penis immediately became erect as a reflex.

The driver, standing in front of my wife, saw her quickly twist her hips to pull down her jeans,
hanging her red underwear and outer pants at her calves, her thighs spread wide, her lower body forming a perfect arch. The pants were pulled down to reveal her
fair skin, and the area between her thighs was a dark, blurry mess… She squatted down abruptly, and with a “whoosh…”
sound, a large stream of urine gushed out. The despicable driver, unable to see where my wife was urinating from his standing position,
deliberately dropped his lighter in front of her to light a cigarette. With a "crack," several parts of the lighter scattered
, one of the wheel parts even rolling onto the urine. The driver immediately squatted down to pick up the lighter, allowing him to clearly
see my wife's genitals covered in a large patch of pubic hair. Her dark purple labia minora were fully open, exposing her thick,
full, dark brown labia majora covered in messy black pubic hair. Urine shot out from the nozzle, the urethra
undulating back and forth, causing her labia to tremble as well. The stream of urine resembled a shiny glass rod inserted into her genitals.

The driver knew the humiliation my wife was experiencing. The shame of a woman exposing her genitals to urinate
filled her with panic as she stared wide-eyed at him. The driver, meeting her gaze, picked up a lighter with one hand,
deliberately glancing at her crotch while simultaneously reaching towards her vulva with his other hand…

“Ah…no…” My wife thought the driver was going to touch her genitals. Her female instincts made her quickly lift
her buttocks and take a half-step back, causing the uncontrollable stream of urine
to cascade in an “S” shape, splashing onto her jeans.

The driver picked up the lighter wheel from the urine, and seeing my wife's terrified expression, quipped, “Wow!
Such a long stream of pee!”

Even without physical contact, my wife felt as if a cockroach was crawling on her genitals;
the extremely humiliating, itchy sensation almost made her faint! She was so ashamed that she dared not lift her head, her chin almost touching
her chest. For a moment, she forgot how to answer. This action of my wife's
gave the blond-haired man who had been spying in the car an easy opportunity. He stared at my wife from behind without moving, seeing everything about her vulva clearly. In
that dark cleft of her buttocks, he could clearly see my wife's purplish-red anus and the vulva surrounded by black pubic hair.
Her labia were open, revealing an alluring light red color. There were still specks of urine on her labia, pubic hair, and buttocks.
As my wife trembled, the light yellow urine shot out...

My wife felt a wave of fear and helplessness, so ashamed that she wanted to disappear into a hole in the ground.
With several violent contractions of her vaginal muscles, she squeezed out the last few drops of urine from her bladder. After urinating, she let out a sigh of relief.
Ignoring the few drops of urine still clinging to her labia, she quickly stood up, her face flushed, pulled up her pants, and
laboriously yanked her jeans and underwear up...

"Wow! It stinks in there..." The blond-haired man saw my wife struggling to zip up
her

pants as she turned around, and immediately squatted down by the car door, covering his nose and laughing, "Auntie, you peed your pants!" My wife looked down and discovered that her jeans were soaked with urine, especially her entire
backside . Hearing the blond-haired man's comment, she was immediately mortified, her face turning a deep, bright red. Her
wet underwear was stuck in her crotch, preventing her equally wet and tight jeans from being fully pulled up.
A large tuft of pubic hair was exposed outside the zipper. My wife, in a panic, frantically pulled up the zipper, but she had no idea...
Some of her pubic hair got caught in the zipper, causing her sudden, inexplicable pain. She could only cover her genitals with her hands,
tears welling in her large eyes as she murmured, "Ah...waaa..."

"Haha...the hair got stuck...so what if you look...what's so strange about it!" The driver, enjoying my wife's embarrassing state,
chuckled after a moment's thought, "You can still wear these pants?"

My wife felt utterly ashamed, but didn't know what to do. She bit her lip tightly, not uttering a word, her legs clenching together
frantically, too embarrassed to speak.

"Auntie, hurry up and take off your pants!" The blond-haired man stuck his head out of the car door, pressing his hands against the railing, and said,
"I'll get your pants for you..."

"No...I can get them myself." My wife felt that her pants and underwear were soaked with urine, and the wet feeling
was really uncomfortable. Remembering that she had clothes to change into in her suitcase, she decided to go into the car to find her own pants.

"Your pants are filthy and you've peed all over them, don't get in my car." The driver was very
pleased with Huang Mao's suggestion. Of course, he didn't want my wife to run into the car to change her pants. He said decisively, "What do you need to change?
Huang Mao will get it for you."

"Brother, get me that skirt, the one Cuihua wears." My wife looked obedient
and pointed to the suitcase.

Huang Mao opened the suitcase and saw that it was half full of local specialties, but not many clothes. There were
at least , and a pack of sanitary napkins was tucked in the middle of the pajamas. Cuihua's skirt was at the bottom. Huang Mao
pulled it out. It felt light and soft. There was no lining, and it was held together by an elastic band. The style was rather
old-fashioned .

When the blond-haired man pulled out the skirt, he accidentally knocked over a box containing needles, thread, and scissors.
Quick-witted , he took advantage of my wife's inattention, grabbed the scissors, and slashed the elastic band of the skirt. He then
closed the suitcase, grabbed the skirt, and climbed over the railing through the car door, shaking his head and saying, "Auntie, here you go… wow…
the smell in the car is unbearable."

My wife's heart pounded! Holding the skirt, she was so embarrassed she couldn't speak!

It was almost 1 p.m., and the blond-haired man knew he had tricked my wife into changing the skirt. He was afraid my wife would
find out and he would have to change it again, so he and the driver pretended not to watch my wife change the skirt and instead went to the front of the car to whisper to each other
...

When my wife saw the driver and the blond-haired man turn around, she quickly took the opportunity to pull
the skirt . When the skirt reached her waist, my wife's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately broke out in a cold sweat. The elastic band of the skirt was no longer working.
She wanted to change into another skirt, but seeing that the driver and the blond-haired man seemed to be arguing about something, she didn't want to disturb them. She knew that
the most important thing now was to quickly take off her jeans and underwear so that she could get on the bus later.

As my wife clutched her skirt hanging at her waist with one hand and frantically pulled her jeans and underwear off
her feet , the driver hurriedly came over, glanced at her, and said, "Miss, a
friend of mine has an emergency, I have to go pick him up now. You and my brother go eat first, I'll be right back."

Without waiting for my wife's reaction, the driver immediately got into the car. My wife stood there, somewhat bewildered
and stiff . The blond-haired man came over, saw my wife still holding her wet jeans and underwear, and
kindly tossed them into the car before closing the door.

Seeing the driver and car leave, my wife seemed a little lost, yet suddenly wanted to call for the car to stop.
So, clutching her skirt, she took a few half-runs in the direction the car had gone, hesitatingly saying, "Ah...ah
..."

"Hey! He'll be back in a minute after dropping off a friend, what's the rush?" Seeing my wife's embarrassed and flustered expression
, the blond-haired man became smug. He blocked her path and said, "Auntie, shall we go to the bridge and see
what ?"

My wife, seeing the car had already driven far away, slowly came to her senses, frowned, and asked, "Young man,
how long will it take the driver?"

"He said 'a minute,' who knows how long?" The blond-haired man's face revealed a sinister smile, his voice
coming from deep within his throat.

"Then where should we wait for him?" My wife felt something was wrong, her chest suddenly burning.

"Don't worry, he told us to eat first, then wait for him at that famous hair salon by the bridge." The blond-haired man
stood in front of my wife, speaking casually.

"Hey bro, do you have a cell phone? I want to talk to my sister." My wife was clearly still a little worried.

"I don't have a cell phone." The blond-haired man's smile grew even more wicked. He tried to reassure my wife, saying, "Your sister's
far away. Besides, I just heard there was something going on at her shop. What's the point of calling her? We'll just bring it to you later
."

My wife looked annoyed and confused, not knowing what to do. At this point, this
was the only option.

The blond-haired man was shirtless, wearing thin, soft cotton floral shorts. His muscular, bronze-colored body rippled with
sweat. His gaze fell on my wife's skirt, noticing the slight mark from her underwear. Especially her snow-white,
round buttocks, which gleamed alluringly in the sunlight. This was, of course, the blond-haired man's doing. But he
deliberately played dumb and asked, "Auntie, what happened to your skirt?"

"I haven't worn it in a long time... it's loose." My wife's face turned as red as if it had been dyed, and she forced herself to say it
.

"Oh, it's loose now, I thought it was broken." The blond-haired man walked up to my wife, grinning as he went.
"You'd better hold on tight! It'll be so embarrassing if it falls!"

Chapter Three

It was midday, and since this was a remote suburban area, there weren't
many cars or pedestrians on the bridge.

My wife and the blond-haired man were walking on the pedestrian walkway. My wife sensed the blond-haired man's malicious
gaze and tightened her skirt.

The blond-haired man greedily scanned my wife's body as they walked. She was wearing a simple, fitted white t-shirt that
perfectly outlined her alluring figure. The fitted, textured floral skirt only covered her flat, wide
hips, revealing her beautiful, sexy legs almost completely. The blond-haired man really wanted to
put between her legs to see the tempting glimpse of spring hidden by the floral skirt.

Upon arriving at the bridgehead, the scale of the stalls wasn't large, but it was still a small market. The shouts of the vendors,
the noise of the crowd, and the sounds of food stalls cooking and fans made the whole street very noisy. Since
most of the residents here are migrant workers from other places who have come to Guangdong, the street was somewhat dirty and messy.

Huang Mao was actually quite well-known in the area. His father was a leader in the city court, and his uncle was the village
secretary and village head. Because of his father and uncle's connections, Huang Mao, at a young age, managed to get a position in the village committee
as the security director and captain of the security team. Huang Mao's cousin, Da Mao, was a policeman at the town's police station, responsible for their
village , so Huang Mao and Da Mao often hung out together.

Several people greeted Huang Mao politely along the way, but he ignored them. He went straight
to a small food stall set up under a large banyan tree, a simple awning. Four or five
motorcycles .

The stall owner was a fat old man with a somewhat roguish appearance. His face was slightly sagging, with a thick double
chin that looked greasy. His sparse eyebrows seemed to be shorter than normal, and his dyed black
hair , mostly covering his baldness from left to right, was barely visible. The stall contained only two simple tables and a few
small stools. Two large pots sat on each of two coal stoves. On the stall were rice noodles, regular noodles, and some chopped
pig intestines , lungs, spleen, and other pig offal.

When the fat old man who owned the stall and the few motorcycle taxi drivers saw Huang Mao approaching, followed by a
woman with her head down, adjusting her skirt, they were about to greet him. Huang Mao immediately gestured and winked. They seemed to understand his meaning
and pretended not to know him. The motorcycle taxi drivers chatted and smoked comfortably in the pavilion under the shade of a tree, completely unaware
of what was happening.

"Boss, a bowl of pig offal rice noodle soup, please," Huang Mao said, sitting directly on a small stool.

My wife didn't want to sit next to him, so she went around to sit opposite him. Because the stool was small
and low, she had to carefully move her full, firm buttocks to sit down.

My wife is rather plump, somewhat overweight, and it's
difficult for her to squat or sit with her legs together. This makes her posture quite awkward; whenever she sits on a low chair or squats, her
legs naturally spread apart. When we're in crowded places, many men stare at her, and my wife clearly feels
uncomfortable.

My wife sat down with her legs spread apart. Seeing that the hem of her skirt just touched her knees, she
slowly away, placing her hands on the table. The soft, floral skirt naturally
slid down her thighs towards her waist. Not wanting it to slide any further, she forcefully spread her legs, tightening the skirt with her knees…

Since my wife wasn't wearing underwear, the elastic of the floral skirt had been cut off. Plus, the chair was a small,
low stool. From her front, facing the motorcycle taxi drivers, my wife's entire genital area was clearly exposed.
The dark bush between her legs was clearly visible, its mysterious shadow hazy and ethereal, full of irresistible
allure. Thankfully, her thick pubic hair covered her labia. From behind, from the direction of the fat old man who ran the stall,
a large portion of her round, smooth buttocks was exposed, allowing him to admire most of my wife's buttocks and deep cleft.
My wife, looking down, thought she wouldn't be exposed.

"What do you want to eat?" The fat old man placed the cooked pork offal rice noodle soup on the table, handing it to the blond-haired man
while asking my wife in Cantonese.

My wife thought the blond-haired man, who had arrived first, had ordered food for her, but to her surprise, he hadn't. Before she could speak, the blond-haired man
laughed and said, "Boss, she's from out of town, so we have to use Mandarin."

The fat old man's smile involuntarily faded as he switched to Mandarin. My wife thought for a moment and said, "Anything!"

"Anything you want?" the fat old man chuckled in a low voice, staring horrifiedly at my wife's lower body.

"Go ahead and look? You can eat whatever you want? It's on me!" The blond-haired man wanted to trick my wife into getting up
to see if her skirt would fall down, so he urged her to go to the stall.

My wife knew she wasn't wearing underwear; her skirt was practically hanging off her lower body. Getting up in front of the fat old man
was impossible for her. After a moment's thought, she quickly pointed to the bowl of rice noodle soup that the blond-haired man was eating, her face flushed, and said,
"I...I'll eat the same as this little brother."

"Little...brother..." The fat old man looked at my wife's fair and alluring skin, thinking, "You dare call
blond- man a little brother? Hahaha! Just wait and
see if blond-haired man's penis is a little brother or a big brother!" The fat old man had long heard that blond-
haired

man's penis was impressive—not large, but exceptionally long, at least ten centimeters longer than normal when erect, to the point that women who had been with him cried out in pain. While cooking the rice noodle soup, the fat old man watched my wife's full, mature womanly body. With
no underwear and a short skirt, her curves were full and shapely, especially her large buttocks, which
appeared even more rounded and sexy from her side, clearly exposing her two white buttocks.

A moment later, the fat old man brought over the rice noodle soup. My wife was really hungry, so she immediately lowered her head and
started eating. Her floral skirt had already ridden up to her thighs. The motorcycle taxi drivers directly opposite her, pretending to be repairmen,
squatted down , their eyes fixed on the part of her body that the skirt couldn't cover—my wife's most secret, bare bottom! And
at such close range, with her legs completely spread, they could clearly see the dark bush between her legs,
that mysterious shadow hazy and ethereal, full of a crazy allure.

My wife was completely unaware of all this, still sitting in an M-shaped position with her legs spread apart. Her legs
were spread wide , one side of her floral skirt almost reaching her thighs. Because there was no covering, my wife's private
parts were clearly exposed, and she was actually eating the rice noodle soup with big mouthfuls.

After finishing his meal, Huang Mao noticed my wife's embarrassed expression as she ate, and
the lecherous looks on the faces of the motorcycle taxi drivers and the fat old man around them, their mouths practically watering. He pondered how to take advantage of my wife, then stood up and
said, "Boss, is there a restroom? Take me there?"

"Yes! It's in my backyard," the fat old man replied politely, stepping out of the stall and leading
Huang Mao to the back.

As soon as they were out of my wife's sight, the fat old man offered Huang Mao a cigarette and whispered, "Boss, what should we do? What
are your orders…"

"Never been with a woman before? So impatient!" Huang Mao walked into the fat old man's yard, examined her, and said,
"That woman just got off the train, it's her first time in Guangdong, Fatty sold her to me."

"Then…then let me have my way with her first…" the fat old man said impatiently.

"Damn it, getting a woman is easy, what's the point?" the blond-haired man said, puffing on his cigarette. "You
have to take it slow with a woman, what's the point of just thrusting in?"

Seeing the fat old man nod, as if he knew what the old man was thinking, a sly glint flashed in his eyes.
"I originally wanted to sell her to a hair salon, but she came to see her sister. If her sister reports it to the police,
it'll be a bit troublesome. So I need to think of a way to get her into the village security team and slowly play with her..."

"Yeah! Director, once this woman is with you, then... hahaha..." the fat old man leered
.

"Old Fatty, playing with this woman is too easy. At that time, I also want her sister to come over,
it'll be more exciting to play with her together!" the blond-haired man said slyly. Seeing the fat old man's wife who was collecting clothes, he suddenly had a bright idea
and walked over.

"Sister Hua, why are you collecting clothes so early? Are you going to take a shower?" the blond-haired man said lewdly behind the fat old man's wife. She was in her early forties ,
with very obvious mature features. At this moment, she had several pieces of clothing hanging on her arm and was holding a bra in her hand . "Ah... Master... Director..." The fat old man and his wife seemed quite afraid of Huang Mao, because they were both from out of town and had been running a stall here for the past few years, all thanks to Huang Mao's help. Although when they first arrived, Huang Mao and the village security guards often harassed Sister Hua under various pretexts. I remember once, their temporary residence permits had expired and hadn't been renewed. After drinking with a few security guards, Huang Mao broke down their door in the middle of the night and arrested for a day and a night. Sister Hua suffered all the humiliation of being a woman inside before the fat old man and his wife were released. From then on, the fat old man and his wife treated Huang Mao with utmost respect. "Sister Hua, your underwear is so worn out, you should ask Fatty to buy you new ones, haha!" Ignoring the fat old man's presence, the blond-haired man pinched a pair of white underwear hanging on a bamboo pole. The underwear was probably cheap, and Sister Hua had worn it for a while; the crotch area was ripped open from washing. After laughing, the blond-haired man noticed Sister Hua's flushed face and the fat old man's embarrassed expression. Then, he took a pen from the fat old man's shirt and wrote a few small characters for "flower" on the crotch of the underwear, then said somewhat gleefully: "Fatty, those underwear are for that woman outside to wear later!" The fat old man and Sister Hua looked bewildered. Yellow Hair told Sister Hua to hang the clothes back up, then leered at them and whispered... Chapter Four: A summer breeze blew, causing the front of my wife's floral skirt to flutter slightly. Hearing a loud whistle from ahead, she was startled and hurriedly pressed the skirt down. She immediately realized she wasn't wearing underwear; no wonder the motorcycle taxi drivers across the street were staring. "Hey girl! Want a ride?" one of the motorcycle taxi drivers boldly approached my wife and asked. My wife had finished eating. She knew she'd been so focused on eating that she'd forgotten about her exposed lower body, so she awkwardly lowered her head and replied, "No...no..." Those motorcycle taxi drivers must have had a real eye-opener. Seeing my wife so exposed, with that tuft of dark pubic hair, and now her alluringly shy expression, almost gave them a nosebleed. They surrounded her , vying to ask her with lewd smiles, "Where are you going?" "Alone?" and other such questions. My wife, worried about her exposed lower body, had to bend her legs, sitting back of her skirt, placing her bag on her knees, but it still couldn't cover her fair thighs. Her face flushed even more, and she lowered her head in embarrassment, remaining silent. Thankfully, a little while later, the blond-haired man came out from behind the stall. Seeing the motorcycle taxi drivers leering at my wife, he walked to his seat, calling out like a hero rescuing a damsel in distress. When the motorcycle taxi drivers saw the blond-haired man arrive, they discreetly returned to their waiting area, casually scrutinizing my wife and admiring her flushed face with lecherous, smug eyes. After sitting down, the blond-haired man feigned kindness and asked, "Auntie, they didn't do anything to you, did they?" "No...nothing!" my wife said, both embarrassed and frightened. "Young man, let's hurry up and go." "Okay! Boss, the bill!" The blond-haired man readily pulled a wad of hundred-yuan bills from his pocket, handed one to the fat old man, and then deliberately dropped the rest under the table before squatting down to pick it up. He clearly saw my wife's long, slender legs gradually part from the top down, revealing the "scenery" beneath her skirt . Seeing the blond-haired man's burning gaze on her lower body, my wife blushed , lowered her head, and quickly shifted her position to the side, her face instantly turning bright red. "Auntie, you have so much hair down there!" The blond-haired man looked smugly at my wife's shy expression , chuckled, and added, "Haha! Otherwise, those motorcycle taxi drivers wouldn't be able to see..." Hearing this, my wife wanted to disappear into the ground, a strong sense of shame welling up inside her. Just as she didn't know how to answer, the fat old man gave the blond-haired man the remaining money. The blond-haired man took the money, stuffed it into his pocket without even looking at it or counting it, and looked up to ask, "Boss, how far is it from here to the Celebrity Hair Salon ?" "Oh! You have to go through this market, then turn left and it's about four or five kilometers away," the fat old man said as he turned and went into his stall. "Thank you, boss!" the blond-haired man said politely, then muttered to himself, "Wow! It's so far!" My wife thought it wasn't far, but she didn't expect it to be such a long walk. As she half-covered herself by pulling up her skirt, the blond-haired man looked at her and reminded her, "Auntie, it looks weird walking like that. What if you fall? There's a toilet in their back, you can just grab a rope or something to tie yourself up!" My wife thought it made perfect sense, so she quickly asked in a low voice, "Where's the toilet? Is anyone there?" "Turn around to the back, it's the first big courtyard. There are pressure cookers, big cauldrons, and other food stall stuff on the ground outside their house ." The blond-haired man took out a cigarette and added while smoking, "The door is open, no one's inside. I'll wait for you here , hurry up!" My wife understood. She was more relieved that no one was inside, so she quickly pressed down on her skirt, got up, and walked around the stall. She originally wanted to greet the fat old man and ask to use the toilet, but seeing that the fat old man was washing dishes with his back to the outside, she turned directly to the back. Huang Mao explained it quite clearly: My wife turned into the stall, and the walls were covered with advertisements for STD treatments and missing person notices. Interspersed among these were some printed materials on with color photos and other pictures. My wife went straight into the courtyard and saw a large open space in the middle, with four or five houses on either side. Except for the one with the fat old man's door, which was open, the others were closed and seemed very quiet.

Seemingly, seeing no one follow her in, my wife went straight into the fat old man's room.

The room had two sections: one was a kitchen connected to the toilet, and the other was a bedroom. After entering, my wife went
to the toilet, closed the door, took off her floral dress, and squatted down naked to urinate.
She then washed her genitals clean. Standing up, she examined the dress, wondering
how the elastic band had been cut. She looked for rope or straps to tie it up, but
found nothing. However, she noticed a nightgown and a pair of white underwear
neatly they weren't for washing. Without hesitation, my wife put on
the underwear and then the dress. She felt a little better, no longer feeling
the awkward . Holding the dress in one hand, she opened the toilet door and walked out.

My wife's most pressing concern right now is finding something to tie her skirt with. The kitchen is right outside the bathroom,
and although there are ropes, they're all the kind used for tying vegetables or meat—dirty and short, of course, unsuitable. So my wife
peeked into the bedroom and saw a large wardrobe next to the bed. One of the wardrobe doors was open, and inside were several bundles
of winter clothes, all tied with cloth ropes. These kinds of cloth ropes are perfect for tying skirts.

Without hesitation, my wife walked to the wardrobe. She tried to carefully untie
the rope with one hand, but the bundle of clothes was tightly packed, and she couldn't pull it open after several attempts. Having no other choice, she let
her skirt slide to the ground and used both hands to pull the bundle out, lifting one leg to support it. Then,
she concentrated intently on untying the knot…

"Who…who are you?…Thief…" Sister Hua, who had been waiting in Sister Hong's house across the street with Sister Hong,
her husband, and two fellow villagers who made a living hauling goods,
was discussing how to catch the thief, as instructed by the security chief, Huang Mao. They had been watching my wife's every move after she came out of the bathroom. When my wife
quietly entered Sister Hua's bedroom, the five of them split into two groups. Sister Hua and Sister Huang went in first. Standing at the bedroom
door, Sister Hua pointed at my wife and shouted loudly, "Help…catch the thief…catch the thief…"

"Ah...ah...I..." My wife was startled by the sudden noise and turned around sharply. The bundle of clothes she was holding
immediately fell to the ground beneath her feet, mingling with her floral skirt. She had forgotten she was only wearing underwear and was still
clutching the rope she had just untied. She tried to run out of the room, but was blocked by Sister Hua and Sister Hong. Sister Hua even
shoved her back hard against her chest. Then the door slammed shut, and Sister Hua and Sister Hong shouted outside
, "Help...there's a thief...catch the thief..."

My wife hit the door hard... She tried to open the door, but couldn't. A lot of voices came from outside, shouting and cursing
. My wife's mind went blank; her hair stood on end, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. Suddenly, she
saw a window above the bed and jumped onto it, hoping to escape through it…

Just as my wife was standing on the bed, trying to open the window, the door burst open, and
several Hongjie's husband and two of his fellow villagers were holding bamboo sticks, shouting, "Arrest him…"
"Catch the thief…"

Before my wife could turn around, she was slapped hard on the buttocks with a bamboo stick, and her legs were pulled forcefully
. She lost her balance and fell onto the bed. Luckily, the blanket covered her face. My
wife felt dizzy and her limbs were held captive, rendering her immobile.

Hongjie's husband and his two fellow villagers rushed in and saw a woman wearing only white underwear,
her buttocks sticking out as she opened the window. They weren't about to let such a good opportunity pass them by. They immediately grabbed my wife's legs and
pushed her onto the bed. Huajie and Hongjie each grabbed one of my wife's hands, while Hongjie's husband jumped on top of her,
sitting on her back and pulling her hair, snarling, "Damn it...you dare to
steal ..."

My wife was breathless from being pressed down by Hongjie's husband; the hairs on her body stood on end, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. The
two fellow villagers pulled my wife's underwear down to her thighs, exposing her entire buttocks. My wife was in so much pain
she couldn't feel it; she just stared at Hongjie's husband in shock and horror, begging for mercy.

"Beat...beat her to death..." Sister Hua and Sister Hong separated and grabbed my wife's wrists. I saw one of the men holding her
legs take something out of his pocket. The thing was small and had been planned by Huang Mao and Sister Hua beforehand. It was a small red
cloth wrapped around a ring. They knew my wife would be terrified and helpless. With
all four limbs being pulled at the same time, and Sister Hong's husband sitting on my wife's back, she could hardly breathe. In addition, he was pulling my wife
's hair and slapping her face with his palm. So the man who took out the thing seized the opportunity and quickly
put one hand into my wife's genitals, shoving the thing completely into her vagina, and then
pulled .

My wife was struggling to breathe under the weight of Sister Hong's husband, who weighed over 150 pounds. She was also in pain from having her hair pulled and
her face slapped. She couldn't feel anything being inserted into her genitals. Panicked and frightened, she
bit her lip and pleaded in a trembling voice, "It hurts...please...please let me go..."

The whole process took less than three minutes. Sister Hua and the others, seeing their task was complete, released her while cursing. They then surrounded the bed, looking at my wife who was still lying face down on it wearing only her underwear. They
pounded the bed with bamboo sticks,
shouting, "Get up..."

After letting go, my wife, panting heavily, heard the shouts and hurriedly tried to stand up, her hands weakly supporting her body
. Seeing the menacing faces of the people who entered, she cried and pleaded pitifully, "I...I...
it's a misunderstanding..."

Sister Hua, Sister Hong, and the three men present didn't listen to my wife's explanation at all. Sister Hua recognized that the white underwear my wife was wearing
was hers and pulled it off in front of her, forcing her to take it off herself. My wife had no choice but to admit that
she had taken someone else's underwear, and then helplessly and quickly took it off herself, covering her genitals with her hands,
standing naked from the waist down.

"Something must have been stolen from here, look at this bulge," one of the villagers poked my
wife's chest with a bamboo stick, pressing hard as he asked, "Something must be hidden inside, tell me? What's hidden?"

Sister Hua quickly chimed in, "Yes, what else could it be?" As she spoke, she slapped
my wife's buttocks.

My wife instinctively wanted to push away that wicked bamboo stick, but she didn't dare actually touch the hand; she was being questioned...
Fear gripped her, her head shaking, her mouth opening and closing, but no word came out.

"What's in there? Take it off and let us see..." The wicked villager's bamboo stick jabbed harder and harder into my wife
's chest. Under the pressure of the crowd's barrage of words, my wife reluctantly released her hands from her genitals,
revealing her full thighs and the dark pubic hair between them. Through
the pubic hair, one could vaguely see the fleshy cleft between them. To prevent her labia from being exposed, she instinctively squeezed her legs together and bent her knees, quickly pulling off her top...

"Damn it, lift it up and let us see..." Sister Hong's husband watched as my wife took off her top, her full
breasts bursting out in front of everyone. Her heavy breasts bulged against her bra, and the snow-white cleavage between them was so
alluring. My wife instinctively covered her genitals again with her hands, and he raised the bamboo stick and struck my wife's thigh.

My wife gripped the bottom edge of her bra with both hands. Suddenly, she remembered that when she left the house, I was worried her money would be stolen,
so I told her to tuck two hundred-yuan bills inside her bra for safety. To avoid being noticed by those below, she
quickly lifted her bra, revealing her full breasts, then quickly put it back in place.

"Damn it, you're blinding us! We can't even see clearly before you cover them up! Lift them up again!" Hongjie's husband's
bamboo stick struck my wife's buttocks hard this time. The others were also very dissatisfied, shouting, "Unhook them...
and we'll clear your name..."

Helpless and frustrated, my wife knew she couldn't hide it anymore. She had no choice but to reach behind her back and,
trembling, unhooked her bra. Her two large breasts sprang out, and with them slipped down,
the two hundred yuan tucked inside. My wife watched the money fall, her eyes filled with innocence and fear.

"You even stole my money..." Sister Hua immediately grabbed the two folded hundred-yuan bills that had fallen on the bed, then forcefully
grabbed my wife's hand. The others also started touching and groping her, pulling her to the ground.

"Ouch! It hurts!" My wife, completely naked and helpless, was being grabbed and pinched by everyone. She pitifully raised
her small face , almost crying out, "I... I won't do it again..."

My wife's snow-white, full body was completely exposed to everyone. Her elastic, full breasts were still
trembling , with large nipples and dark areolas around them. Between her full thighs was a large patch of dark
pubic hair, through which one could vaguely see the fleshy cleft. Seeing the men around her staring intently at
her , the woman's shyness made her cover her breasts with one hand and her exposed pubic hair with the other,
trembling all over as she stood on the ground.

Chapter Five

. At this moment, a commotion arose outside the door. The fat old man and four motorcycle taxis rushed in, while the blond-haired man
peeked at the progress of the matter from the doorway. The bedroom was small, and two motorcycle taxis were squeezed outside.

"Fatty, we caught the thief for you..." Hong Jie's husband and two fellow villagers pointed at my wife and argued,
"Damn it, she was trying to run away just now..."

When my wife saw that there were still men outside, she immediately squatted down and shrank her body, revealing her two round breasts
hanging on her thighs. She tried to cover them with her hands, but after a few movements, she didn't dare to cover them completely. She could only
press her hands against her private parts. The men next to her started to laugh loudly again, and two or three of them even
whistled , shouting to pull my wife out.

Sister Hua and Sister Hong, who were standing behind my wife, tried to pull her up from her squatting position, but my
wife twisted and struggled free. Seeing this, Sister Hong's husband and the two fellow villagers,
along , some bent down and grabbed my wife's feet, while others grabbed her arms,
pulling her up from all four limbs at the same time. Her alluring body was instantly exposed naked to everyone...

"Let me go...let me go...!" This was my wife's humiliating scream. As her naked body was carried out of the fat
old man's house, the strong sunlight outside shone on her. She struggled to look up and saw her swaying
breasts and bare lower body. Her face flushed red instantly. Her entire lower body was clearly visible to everyone present
, so she didn't care about being ashamed at all. She immediately twisted her plump buttocks desperately and squeezed her legs together, trying
to cover . The two men holding her feet felt my wife's struggle.
They changed their grip and firmly pinned my wife's legs to their arms. Then they spread her legs apart and lifted them,
making my wife's legs spread open in an ugly M shape, completely exposing the view between her legs.

My wife felt surrounded by people, with shouts and jeering. Her face was flushed red with shame and fear.
Normally introverted and conservative, she was forced into an unbelievable, humiliating position by several men.
Her large, dark, hairy pubic mound, her dry, fleshy vulva, and her two pale thighs
were . Her brown labia were spread open, revealing her vaginal opening. Being forced into such
a position would be unbearable for any woman with a sense of shame. My wife's eyes were filled with terror, and her body trembled uncontrollably as she begged for mercy:
"...Let...let me go...no...no..."

A sudden wave of shame overwhelmed her, leaving her confused and unsure how to react. She struggled,
and only then did she realize that her limbs were being held up by four or five men. An unprecedented fear
washed over her, leaving her mind blank...

The fat old man's yard was quite large, somewhat like a traditional courtyard house. The houses were shaped like the number "7." In
the yard ancient tree, beneath which hung a simple swing made of wooden planks and chains. Next to it were parallel bars and
a dumbbell... There were bells, brooms, buckets, and other odds and ends. The fat old man and Sister Hong's husband, along with four or five other men, shouted
as they lifted my wife, spreading her limbs, to the parallel bars. They put her down, and she immediately squatted on the ground. Her disheveled
hair obscured her face, and she instinctively huddled her head between her bent arms. My wife
trembled, her voice trembling as she pleaded, "Please, let me go!"

Outside, everyone heard that a female thief had been caught. To the villagers here, thieves
were utterly hated steal" evoked fear. In their minds, thieves were always "enemies," like rats—"rats
crossing the street, everyone shouts to kill them." While everyone was filled with righteous indignation, they had just heard Sister Hua shouting,
and the neighbors and people buying and selling things in the market had all gathered around the source of the shouts. They
could tell from my wife's unfamiliar face that she was from out of town, around 30 years old, with decent looks and a good figure,
curvaceous and shapely. What was even more exciting was that the female thief was completely naked. The sight of that woman's naked body
would feel like torture and humiliation to any man.

Hongjie's husband and his two fellow villagers seemed particularly excited, having just drunk some alcohol at noon.
They pulled my wife up from the ground, forcing her naked in front of everyone, shouting, "Stand up...stand up...
let everyone see..." The surrounding men cheered. When they saw my wife covering her breast with one hand and
her genitals with the other, some even yelled, "Dare to steal...tie her hands...beat her to death..."

In this area, the migrant workers have a very weak sense of the law. There aren't many villagers or migrant workers;
they're mostly familiar faces. Faced with a female thief from out of town, no one sympathized with her.
The crowd unanimously insulted her and began to physically assault her. It seemed the village... It had been a long time since we'd seen such a "good show,"
and the men seemed quite happy for it to continue. Faced with
a woman from out of town caught red-handed stealing their things, completely naked, all they could think of was how to humiliate and embarrass her
. Hongjie's husband and his two fellow villagers,
who had just finished drinking together at noon and were now gathered in the courtyard. They seemed
to think they'd finally found some fun, their faces flushed, cheering and laughing.
Some of the surrounding crowd remained silent, but no one left, seemingly wanting to see my wife, this so-called out-of-town
thief , suffer a miserable end.

My wife stood naked on the ground, her face
streaked exposed to the men, her full, firm breasts trembling, and her large, reddish-brown nipples
drawing their attention. She knew she was wrong to steal the underwear, and she knew they had the right
to take her to the police station. She silently endured it all, seemingly praying that they would let her go once their anger
subsided . She certainly held that thought, but she never expected that her silent
suffering would only embolden those men.

Seven or eight more men stepped forward from the crowd of onlookers and surrounded my wife,
leering at her naked body. They thought she had a pretty good figure, and suddenly a wicked thought crossed their minds. They shouted, "Lift your head
... turn around so everyone can see if we recognize you..."

My wife, who had just been spanked and slapped in the face, felt the men were quite fierce and was
terrified So, disregarding her nakedness, she dared not be negligent lest she anger them. She lowered her hands, lifted her face, and slowly
moved her legs, swaying her plump hips in a circle.

My wife was completely naked, and her movements were somewhat slow. The men surrounding her lewdly pushed and
shoved her, taking the opportunity to grope her breasts, thighs, buttocks, and genitals.

"Okay...okay...stop..." Everyone stared intently at my wife's entire genitals, their eyes unblinking. They were
fully aware of the humiliation she was enduring. As they watched her spin naked,
they pointed at the large tuft of pubic hair she exposed and jeered, "So many feathers, what's inside
?"

My wife's rapid breathing caused her large breasts to heave. For her own and my
dignity had to lower her head and say, "No...nothing..."

"No...nothing?" Seeing her reaction, they began to insult her, saying, "Then open it up and let
us see!"

"No...don't..." My wife's legs were bare, white, and straight, with a wide, rounded pelvis and
two inguinal creases that met at the hips, forming a dark, triangular area below her abdomen
. Her pubic bone was very prominent, round like a child's fist, with a
thick, long tuft of black hair growing evenly from the middle to both sides. Below the tuft of hair, a thin slit of flesh was partially hidden, extending
between her plump legs. The slit exposed two drooping labia minora, and on one side of the labia minora
, a red dot could be faintly seen—the red cloth used to wrap the ring had been unknowingly stuffed inside.

"I told you to open it, so open it..." Sister Hong's husband grabbed a feather duster from somewhere and held it in his hand,
staring lustfully at my wife's vulva, poking at the front of her slit and slapping it against her thighs.

"Ah..." My wife was startled and instinctively took a step back, but a villager behind her with a bamboo stick slapped her hard on
the buttocks. She jumped up in pain...

"Haha...hit...hit again..." The onlookers cheered as my wife jerked her breasts as she jumped.
Seeing the crowd's support and encouragement, the villager with the bamboo stick continued to slap my wife's
buttocks again and again. To escape the blows, my wife cried and begged for mercy, twisting her hips and jumping around
.

The feeling of being hit on the buttocks with a bamboo stick was indeed unpleasant. My wife stomped her feet and jumped around in pain. With
each slap and thrust, her bladder and vagina were forced to contract and relax. The ring that had been inserted into her vagina, along with the
red cloth covering it, had come loose. When the villager had enthusiastically slapped her about eight or nine times, my wife spread
her legs wide, and the ring fell to the ground...

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