My wife was trained by another man

Chapter 1
After my wife and I got married, I worked in a small company, while my wife worked in a textile factory in the surrounding area. We made a decent
living. Although my wife wasn't particularly beautiful, she had a great figure. What I was most satisfied with were her beautiful feet, perhaps related to my "foot fetish."
Because of her job, my wife didn't like to dress up much, but occasionally she would put on makeup and wear nice clothes to attend friends' parties with me.
My wife's sexual needs weren't particularly strong, and I could satisfy her. We lived like this secretly.
One Sunday in the summer of 2008, because my wife and I had stayed up very late the night before, I didn't wake up until noon. When I got up, I found that my wife wasn't there, and there was a note on the bedside table.
She wrote, "Honey, I have work at the factory today. You stay home by yourself. I've prepared breakfast for you!" After breakfast, having nothing to do, I turned on my computer and went on QQ. I found that not many friends were online, so I opened my wife's QQ account to log in for her. However, I entered the password several times without success. Just as I was about to give up, I suddenly remembered that I had set the password protection for my wife's QQ account.
I retrieved the password from memory.
After logging in, I found an avatar flashing.
I thought, "Who left this message for my wife? Let me see!"
When I opened it, there were only three words: "Hurry up!"
I wondered, "What does this mean? Where are we going?"
I opened my wife's chat history with him and saw a message that read, "Put on the lingerie, stockings, and high heels you wore when you made love with your husband yesterday and wait for me downstairs. We're going to Luyun Mountain Resort!" I thought, "Who is this? How did they know I made love with my wife yesterday, and that I like her to wear stockings and high heels during sex? Could my wife be having an affair? Thinking about this, I felt a little excited!" Luyun Mountain Resort isn't far from here. I went there with my classmates in junior high school, but the authorities closed it down because they thought it was too dangerous. Now, almost no one goes there anymore. I quickly took a taxi and rushed over!
On the way, my mind was filled with images of my wife wearing sexy stockings and high heels, having sex with someone else. Thinking about this didn't make me angry; instead, I felt a shameful pleasure. It was as if I had rushed here just to see my wife wearing stockings and high heels having sex with someone else! Finally, we reached the cave halfway up the mountain. I secretly approached the cave entrance. On the cement platform above the entrance, I saw my wife. My lovely wife was squatting on the ground, her legs spread wide, wearing a black pair of panties with a bow at the waist, giving oral sex to a stranger.
Her legs were covered in flesh-colored stockings, and she wore a pair of shiny black high heels, the sides of which were studded with rhinestones, and the heels were about 8 centimeters high.
This was what my wife was dressed in last night when we had sex. Now, she was wearing this sexy lingerie to give oral sex to someone else.
I secretly watched, the shameful pleasure filling my brain preventing me from rushing out! I saw my wife's clothes hanging everywhere on the branches of the trees around us.
Then the man said, "Slut, take off your bra and hang it on the branch!" My wife slowly stood up, took off her black embroidered bra, and hung it on the branch facing the man.
Just as she was about to turn around,
the man said, "Hang it higher, open the bra so I can see your nipples!" My wife shamefully took off her bra, opening it so the side that usually clung to her breasts faced the man, and, standing on tiptoe in her high heels, hung it high on the branch. Seeing this, I took a picture with my phone. My penis was already rock hard, and I wondered if I should continue watching. Then, my
wife knelt down again to give him oral sex. The man shook his head contentedly, and I saw him slightly bend over, grabbing my wife's breasts with both hands, kneading them mercilessly! He said, "You slut, your husband would never imagine that his wife would wear the clothes she used to have sex with to serve another man. Look at your stockings, panties, high heels, breasts, mouth, and your little hole down there. Where is it still his exclusive property? Haha, I'm going to have more fun than your husband! How about it, slut, are you ready?" My wife nodded, and I felt utterly ashamed.
The man continued, "Alright, I'm going to play with your little hole now, get ready!" My wife seemed to have received a familiar order. She took out a sleeping bag, opened it, and laid it out on the cement floor. She took off her panties and handed them to the man, lying on the sleeping bag like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
The man brought my wife's panties to his nose and smelled them.
He said, "A slut is a slut, even the water that flows out is exceptionally slutty. Hurry up and hug your legs." My wife obediently hugged her legs while lying on the ground, a move that completely exposed her little hole to the man's eyes. Her stockinged and high-heeled feet dangled in the air.
The man didn't seem in a hurry to start. Instead, he squatted down, looking at his wife's vulva and holding her panties in his hand, asking, "Did you wash your vulva after we finished yesterday?" His wife replied, "Yes." This was the first time I'd heard her speak like this; her voice was filled with shame and horror.
The man continued, "After I'm done, you're not allowed to wash it. You can only wash it after your husband has done it to you, after he's done it to you, understand?" His wife said, "I understand." The man inserted two fingers into his wife's vagina and thrust them forcefully. His wife let out seductive moans. The man increased his pace, and with his rapid breathing, his wife's moans intensified.
His wife's hands, which were wrapped around her legs, seemed to be weakening.
The man roared, "Hold on tight!"
His wife quickly hugged her legs tightly, and the man let out a sinister laugh.
He took off one of his wife's high heels, held it in his hand, and examined it carefully. From this, I was certain he also had a foot fetish. The man said, "Your husband has good taste, doesn't he? I like these shoes." As he spoke, he took out a condom and put it on the 8-centimeter heel. I knew what he was going to do. This deranged foot fetishist inserted the heel into my wife's vagina. He held the upper of the high heel with both hands and gradually rubbed it, stimulating my wife's vagina, laughing.
My wife seemed not to dare to resist at all.
The man said, "Spread your legs apart, hold this high heel with both hands, quick!" My wife released her hands from her legs and held the high heel that was on her foot but now inserted into her vagina.
The man stood up and said, "How magnanimous! A magnanimous married woman, lying here in sexy stockings, one of her high heels on her foot, the other still inside her vagina—so lewd!" Seeing this, I thought my wife was indeed lewd. After a while, the man took the high heel out of my wife's vagina; the condom on the heel was soaked with my wife's vaginal fluid. He deftly put the high heel back on without removing the condom. He spread my wife's legs, clad in stockings and high heels, pulled out his penis, aimed at my wife's vagina, and inserted it.
I witnessed my wife being penetrated by another man right before my eyes. I took many photos with my phone. The man thrust forcefully, holding my wife's high-heeled foot with both hands, half-squatting and thrusting violently. Watching my beloved wife, wearing my favorite stockings and high heels, being forcefully fucked by another man, I felt both ashamed and excited.
After a while, the man seemed about to ejaculate. He suddenly ripped her high heels off her feet, exposing her stockinged feet more than two meters away. He then forcefully tore at her stockinged feet, and she moaned with pleasure as he thrust.
Finally, the man lay on top of my wife. After a while, he got up, took off the torn stockings she was wearing, and hung them on a tree branch. He told my wife to put on her other clothes, and he helped her down the mountain.
Before leaving, he glanced at the stockings hanging on the tree.
After they were gone, I went to the spot where my wife had been violated, picked up the stockings hanging on the tree, smelled them, and quickly went down the mountain and home.
Chapter Two:
I returned home and saw my wife lying in bed. I wanted to ask her something, but after careful consideration and having my own plans, I didn't.
All afternoon and all night, my mind was filled with my wife's pretentious display of her lewdness in front of others.
The more I thought about it, the more exciting it seemed.
The next day at noon, on my way home from work, a car blocked my way. Two people got out and walked up to me, staring at me. As I was feeling down, I noticed the bald man holding a woman's black high heel, stuffed with a flesh-colored stocking.
The bald man, seeing me notice the heel, held it out to my face.
"Recognize this? These are very sexy feet."
I examined it closely and said, "These are my wife's high heels! What did you do to her over there?" A sinister smile appeared on their faces. "Come with us!" The bald man buried his nose in the shoe, took a deep breath, and got into the car. I knew what had happened! Excitement surged through me, and I followed him into the car.
The bald man held my wife's high heel tightly, sniffing it occasionally,
completely ignoring my presence.
Seeing my wife's sexy high heels and stockings being casually handled by someone else, I immediately became aroused.
The car stopped in front of an office building, and the two men led me to a conference room on the ninth floor.
"Where's my wife?"
I asked urgently, but they didn't answer.
Just then, a familiar figure entered the conference room—it was the man who had slept with my wife at Luyun Mountain yesterday.
"Surprised? We're meeting again so soon,"
the man said with a smile.
"Second time? What second time? I've never seen you before!"
I yelled.
"Then who was it that watched your girl being fucked to the point of near death on Mount Luyun yesterday?" Hearing this, my face flushed crimson with shame. He continued, "I'm your wife's boss. My men saw you yesterday, but ignored you. I never imagined you'd be watching your wife being fucked. Not bad, I can satisfy your desires. Your wife is a very good girl, very lustful. She's already a slut. She lets anyone have their way with her. I like your wife's sexy feet. I'll give you money to watch others fuck your wife. How about it, bro?" Hearing this, I was overjoyed. My lust for my wife had been completely awakened. I happily agreed, and everyone laughed.
"How did you get my wife to obey you?"
I asked, humiliated. "Your wife was always very slutty; I just gave her a little guidance," the man said.
I didn't ask any further. It was already like this; let him continue.
"It's almost time. Your wife will be here to greet an important client for me. If you don't mind, you can go to the security office to take a look." I nodded, and was then led to the security office, where I sat in front of a monitor, secretly waiting for my wife to enter.
The two people who brought me were also waiting.
The door to the meeting room opened in the video, and my wife walked in. Today, she was wearing light blue jeans, black high heels, and flesh-colored stockings.
She wore a yellow short-sleeved t-shirt with many silver glitters.
After entering, my wife bowed to her boss. Standing in front of him, I saw the boss bow to the left, and my wife reluctantly stood with her legs spread apart. Only then did I clearly see that there was a small hole in the crotch of my wife's jeans, which perfectly exposed her bare vulva. The boss held my wife's shoulders and turned her to face the camera.
Then he used his hand to stroke my wife's breasts back and forth.
"Do you like me touching you like this?"
the boss asked.
"Yes,"
my wife replied.
"Why do you like it?"
the boss continued. His wife seemed reluctant to answer, but at that moment, his hand was already gripping her crotch tightly.
His wife let out a soft cry, gritting her teeth and saying, "Because I'm a slut, I like being touched every day." Hearing this from my wife's mouth made me very happy.
"You'd better serve my important client well later,"
the boss said.
His wife nodded. "How do you plan to serve him well?"
"Let them do whatever they want with me."
Hearing this, the boss laughed. He carried his wife to the conference table, lifted one of her legs, and slipped her high heel off her foot, bringing his nose close to smell it. Then he took off her high heel and gently poked her vulva, which was exposed on her jeans, with the toe. His wife closed her eyes, seemingly enjoying it, letting out a soft moan with each poke.
Just then, the boss received a phone call and told his wife to get off the conference table and stand to the side. A slightly overweight man walked in, said something to the boss, and then the boss left, leaving only my wife in the conference room. The man said, "Come here, I've been wanting to fuck you for a long time. I'm tired of having your boss fuck you every day." My wife quickly came over, and the bearded man quickly flipped her to the ground, grabbing her ankles with both hands and laughing, "These are revealing jeans, I've only ever seen them in porn movies. This slut, I'm going to have some fun today!" After saying that, he lowered his head and started sucking on my wife's vagina through the jeans. My wife screamed as he did so.
The man said, "Take off your shirt."
My wife shyly took it off slowly, revealing her white bra. The man walked over and pulled down my wife's bra, exposing her nipples. My wife closed her eyes in shame.
The man brazenly pinched his wife's nipples, then pulled down her jeans. His wife stood there, ashamed. He picked her up and made her lie face down on the conference table, her high-heeled feet on the ground. He forcefully spread her buttocks.
"Let me see your slutty asshole."
With his force, her anus was completely exposed. He licked it with his tongue. "Did you wash it before you were going to fuck me?" His wife replied, "Yes." The man patted her buttocks and said, "wiggle your slutty ass, like a prostitute!" His wife began to slowly wiggle her buttocks, then the man slapped her hard across the buttocks.
"Twist like a prostitute, understand?"
My wife cried and said, "I understand."
Then my wife's buttocks were slapped countless times, turning her white buttocks red. When the man had enough, he took off my wife's high heels and her short, fleshy stockings, and slowly stuffed them into her vagina. My wife moaned, and in the end, only the top of the stockings was left on the surface of her vagina, making her look extremely lewd.
The man couldn't help but pull out the stockings from his pussy. The stockings were stained with his wife's semen. The man smelled them and said, "You're so slutty." He made his wife lie down on the meeting table, then took off his pants and inserted his big cock deeply into his wife's pussy. The wife screamed, and the man grabbed one of her breasts with one hand to hold the cock. He rubbed her up and down, and the wife moaned. The man lifted her feet, sucked and bit her hard, and she kept moaning in pain. He took off his wife's high heels, slapped her hard on her face, and cursed: "You bitch, you wear such slutty high heels to seduce men. He deserves to be beaten." The man beat her harder and harder, accompanying his wife's moaning, and the man ejaculated.
Chapter 3
I was brought back to the conference room by my wife’s boss. My wife, who was lying on the conference table and moaning, turned pale when she saw me.
"Don't be afraid, your husband won't blame you, right? He wants to watch others fuck you?" My wife's boss said with a smile.
I immediately nodded. My wife looked at me with surprise. I went up to her and whispered, "Let's go home!" I helped my wife get dressed.
At this moment, my wife's boss took out a black briefcase and handed it to me, saying, "Go home and browse through it gradually, the footage is not bad!" I knew what was inside; it was probably a videotape of them disciplining my wife.
Back home, my wife lay on the bed and said to me, "Please forgive me, okay?" I smiled and said, "I didn't blame you at all! I know they forced you, right?" My wife nodded, "Honey, you really don't blame me? I did such a shameful thing!" I patted my wife and said, "Don't worry, I don't blame you. I'll love you even more, wife. Tell me the whole story!" My wife was very unwilling, and after my repeated persuasion, she finally began to tell me about that humiliating experience she would never forget.
After we got married, my wife worked as a textile worker in a textile factory. The reason for her job was that she always wore a very simple light blue work uniform top, black pants, and flesh-colored short stockings and black mid-heeled cloth shoes.
She looked very simple.
She worked eight hours a day and was very happy, continuing her work happily.
Suddenly one noon, she was called to the director's office.
"Xiao Xu, how do you feel about working here?" the director asked quietly.
"I think it's great, very comfortable!"
she replied with a curious tone.
"Would you like to work in the office?"
the director asked with a smile.
"Work in the office? I haven't thought about it, but I can try!" she said confidently with a smile.
"Then go to the manager's office for your interview the day after tomorrow at noon! Remember to change into something nice, you don't need to wear this work uniform for the office!" the director said jokingly.
"Okay!"
she replied excitedly, returning to the workshop.
Today was her interview day. She hadn't finished work until midnight the night before and didn't wake up until 11 pm. After a quick bite, she began preparing for the afternoon's interview. She carefully applied makeup in front of the mirror; she hadn't done it in a long time.
She opened the drawer, took out a set of black bra and panties, and put them on. The black bra powerfully supported her full breasts, making them appear even higher and firmer.
My wife opened the wardrobe, took out several elegant clothes, and tried them on in front of the mirror, unsure which to choose.
When she went out, she wore a white gauze skirt and a light yellow cotton t-shirt. Beneath the t-shirt, her firm breasts jiggled rhythmically with her movements. Her
full buttocks were high and rounded under the skirt.
Her long legs were clad in flesh-colored stockings, and her sexy feet wore black high-heeled sandals. My wife's outfit gave passersby an irresistible allure.
At 1:30 PM, my wife arrived at the manager's office on the third floor of the company. The office was large, with two rooms. My wife sat on the spacious and comfortable leather sofa, secretly waiting for the manager.
"You've arrived early, Xiao Xu,"
the manager said as he entered the office.
The wife stood up, straightened her short skirt, and said, "I just arrived. Am I the only one having the interview?" "Yes," the manager said, leering at her.
Sensing something was wrong, the wife tried to leave, but the manager stopped her, saying, "Don't panic, let me finish. Don't be shy, have some water first." He handed her a cup of tea, which she took, bewildered. The manager continued, "What, are you afraid I'll drug you?" The wife quickly said, "No." "Then drink some water to relax!"
the manager said.
Unable to refuse, she took a sip. The manager was silent for a moment before continuing, "Xiao Xu, I'm forty years old this year. I have plenty of money, but I have a liking—I like other men's wives. Especially newlyweds like you. I've been watching you for a long time. You're my type. How about it? You won't suffer if you follow me!" Hearing this, the wife got up to leave, but the manager had indeed drugged her water, and she fainted on the sofa.
From the videotape I brought back, I saw my beautiful wife, whom I had married only a month prior, lying on a deep red leather sofa, her eyes closed.
She was only wearing flesh-colored stockings and black high-heeled sandals; her black bra and panties were scattered on the floor. Her
pristine white body was completely exposed to the manager's gaze.
The manager ran his hand up and down her stockinged legs, occasionally pinching her thigh.
A sinister smile played on his lips.
"I never imagined your '
little mouth' down there would be as sexy as your 'little mouth' up there!"
he said, touching her vulva.
He touched his lower body with one hand and grasped his wife's full breasts with the other, pinching and pulling up her tender, erect nipples, then vigorously kneading her breasts. Next, he knelt between his wife's legs and licked her clitoris with his tongue, making "sizzling" sounds as he kissed her casually. His wife, still half-asleep, let out a weak moan.
His tongue followed his wife's white body to her nipples. While continuing to play with his wife's vagina, he used two fingers to spread her labia minora, pressing one finger against her clitoris and gently rubbing it. Soon, his wife's vagina flowed out in large amounts of vaginal fluid, making her entire vulva wet. He inserted one finger into his wife's vagina and stirred it, pulling it out covered in his wife's vaginal fluid.
He lifted one of his wife's legs, which was clad in flesh-colored stockings, and licked the exposed toes of her high-heeled sandals with his tongue. Saliva soaked through the stockings, and he sucked on her toes encased in the stockings while swallowing his saliva.
My wife lay there secretly on the sofa, letting this man do as he pleased.
He took off one of her high-heeled sandals and threw it on the floor, forcefully biting the toe of the stocking, exposing her five white toes to his eyes.
He grabbed her instep and rubbed her toes against his nose, his eyes closed, enjoying the sensation.
My sleeping wife had no idea that her beautiful feet were being enjoyed by a man other than her husband.
He flipped her over, making her lie face down on the sofa, greedily caressing her plump buttocks, then suddenly slapped her buttocks hard. She remained motionless, lying there.
"Slap—slap,"
two more slaps, and her buttocks turned red.
He spread her buttocks apart, exposing her sensual vulva.
He licked his index finger and forcefully inserted it into her vulva.
My sleeping wife trembled slightly.
He removed his wife's stockings and tied her hands behind her back. He then stuffed the other stocking, along with her black panties, into her mouth, leaving the toe of the flesh-colored stocking sticking out.
His wife opened her eyes, looked up, and seeing her own state, twisted her body like a madwoman, tears of shame welling in her eyes. Her mouth was stuffed shut, and she could only make "mmm—mmm" sounds.
Seeing this, his wife's boss said, "That's really exciting! The more you struggle, the more aroused I get. Do you think you're a slut?" He then laughed heartily.
His wife looked at him with pleading eyes, but he ignored her and said, "It's no use, who told me to like you! I'm going to fuck your pussy in a bit, how about that? Feeling good? It's your first time being fucked by someone other than your husband, right? Don't worry, you'll get used to it!" After saying that, he grabbed his wife's legs and forcefully spread them apart. His wife tried her best to close her legs, but she was no match for him. Her legs were still spread wide apart. His wife looked at her entire vulva exposed in front of him, but she was powerless to resist. After struggling for a long time, she was exhausted and could only let him do as he pleased. He unzipped his pants and took out his hard, drum-like penis, and pounded it hard on his wife's labia. Although his wife was extremely unwilling, her vaginal fluids continued to gush out! "Still pretending to be a lady, you're wet after just a few poundings, haha, I'm going to fuck you!
"
After saying that, he arrogantly inserted his penis into his wife's pussy! Just as he inserted it, his wife let out a painful "woo woo".
His powerful, rhythmic thrusts made his wife moan! He pried her legs to his mouth and licked the soles of her feet with his tongue. His wife went limp, seemingly intoxicated by the pleasure of being penetrated, no longer resisting, moaning rhythmically with his thrusts! He took the stockings and panties out of his wife's mouth, and he could hear her clear moans. "How is it, little slut, are you enjoying it?" he asked with a smile.
His wife didn't answer, so he increased the speed of his thrusts and asked again, "How is it, little slut, are you enjoying it?" His wife, stimulated beyond control, stammered, "So-so!" Hearing this, he laughed and said, "You finally admit it, are you a slut?" "No-no," his wife said through gritted teeth.
This sentence earned her a heavy slap, which almost made her faint.
"I asked you, are you a slut?"
he continued.
"I am,"
his wife replied.
"What?"
he pressed.
Fearing another slap, my wife gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, saying, "I—am—a slut!" As soon as she said this, he ejaculated inside her. He lay on top of her for a moment, then stood up and said, "From now on, you're mine. You have to listen to me at all times!" My wife stood up and shouted, "You beast! I'm calling the police to arrest you!" She charged at him, but he kicked her to the ground, saying, "You've already admitted you're a slut, so what am I afraid of? I recorded everything today. First, don't even think about calling the police. Even if you do, the police can't do anything to me; they can just pay a few bucks and I'll be out. You're finished. Everyone knows you're a slut; the internet is sharp. Second, don't even think about escaping. Escaping won't change anything! By the way, for your husband's sake, you'd better listen to me. Falling from a high-rise building is a difficult thing to save!" My wife knew about the recent case where a woman was gang-raped and the man was thrown from a high-rise building—it was them! The police still hadn't found any valuable leads.
Hearing this, his wife calmed down considerably.
She stopped talking! He continued, "That's all for today. I've left your underwear, stockings, and bra. You can go home now, but remember to be available whenever I call!" His wife stood up, head down, her bare bottom exposed as she put on a silk mini-skirt, her prominent nipples forming two small mounds on her t-shirt, her bare feet clad in high-heeled sandals! Without looking back, she staggered out of the office. A victorious smile spread across his wife's manager's face!

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