Selling My Wife by landfire [Full Text]

(I) Prologue

We became unemployed in the last century. During that nationwide wave of layoffs, my wife and I both became unemployed in the same month. I worked in a medium-sized state-owned enterprise with 5,000 employees, doing quality control. I had been working in this factory since graduating from vocational school, and I was confident that I was competent in the job. I even obtained a junior college diploma from the workers' university, but all of this couldn't save my job. I still remember the tearful master and the HR manager with a forced smile as I walked out of the factory gate…

My wife was also laid off a week after I was laid off. She was an excellent textile worker, and in the eyes of most men, she was definitely a beautiful woman. The obese workshop director had long harbored lustful thoughts about her, but he had never succeeded. Several female workers in the workshop were his playthings…

The heavily indebted textile factory was finally merged, and the sycophantic workshop director took the position of deputy factory director. After refusing his shameless demands again, my wife was laid off.

My wife and I had some savings and wanted to start a small business so we could at least make a living. That year, my cousin, who had gone to Shenzhen to make a living, returned. It was from him that I first heard the term "venture capital." However, this term became the beginning of my nightmare.

After his repeated persuasion, we gave him all our money to invest. In the first quarter, he sent us a 30% return. Driven by profit, my wife and I used every connection we could think of to borrow a six-figure sum for my cousin. As you might guess, that money vanished like a pebble thrown into the ocean, along with my cousin…

We truly became proletarians, proletarians drowning in debt. To escape our creditors, we boarded a train south. After half a year in the south, we finally realized that it wasn't suitable for us. Our low education and limited professional skills meant we could only do the most menial manual labor. One day, I saw a news article in a tattered newspaper. It was about fake human traffickers who, after swindling money from selling women, ran away with them. In the South, I vaguely remembered hearing it called "flying away" or something like that.

I began to re-evaluate my wife: whether in ancient or modern times, my wife was undoubtedly a beauty—a delicate face, long, flowing black hair, a devilish figure, measurements of 36. Her breasts were exceptionally beautiful, large and firm, the rosy nipples particularly adorable against the backdrop of coin-sized areolas; her private parts were warm and tight, giving me unparalleled pleasure every time. No wonder that despicable fat man drooled over such a beauty.

In our most desperate times, she had offered to do that kind of work, but I firmly rejected it; I couldn't bear the feeling of being cuckolded every day. Now, facing this predicament again, I proposed my idea to her—to sell my wife. She actually agreed; I knew she loved me. Thus began my career as a fake human trafficker…

Economic disparities affect regional development and social life, including marriage. In many areas, especially remote mountain villages, poverty leads to local women marrying out, while outsiders are unwilling to marry in, creating many "bachelor villages." Human trafficking thus arises. The first time, we went to a southwestern province. I sold my wife to a bachelor in his forties. That guy had never seen such a beautiful woman before; his eyes were glued to my wife, so much so that he didn't notice many of the flaws we made in our first attempt. I successfully obtained 100 yuan. After waiting two days at the agreed-upon rural inn, my wife returned, and we fled the place together. The old bachelor didn't even see my wife naked. After this initial experience, our methods became increasingly sophisticated. Within a year, I sold my wife nine times, and my savings far exceeded 10,000 yuan.

It wasn't always successful. That time, my wife finally slept with someone else. Although she resisted fiercely, she was still forced into it with the help of her in-laws. She escaped four days later, her eyes red.

We returned to the city and stayed in the most luxurious three-star hotel for the first time. She took a long shower that day, and then we made love wildly. She bit my shoulder until it bled... That night, I whispered in her ear, "We'll go back and pay off our debts once we've earned enough, and then we'll start anew..."

(This is the prologue, so there are fewer erotic parts. I will try to make it more exciting below. I hope you will support me.)

Selling My Wife (Part Two) First Steps into Hell

Landfire Warning: This article contains sex, violence, and other content unsuitable for children. If you are not comfortable with this, please do not continue reading. [The plot and characters in this story are fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.] On this day, we arrived at a very remote village in the Northwest. We had heard on the train that more than half of the adult men in this village were still single.

I shoved and pushed my wife into the village. She feigned a pitiful look, while I adopted the menacing expression of a human trafficker. After a brief inquiry, I identified the Qin family in the west of the village as my target. They had three sons, none of whom were married. Because they owned a farm vehicle and ran a transport business, they were considered wealthy in the village. I quickly found the Qin family. An old man greeted me, scrutinizing me thoroughly, and then scrutinizing my wife even more closely. Fortunately, my years of travel had given me considerable experience, and I didn't give myself away.

"How is she? Old man? This kind of woman is rare. I finally got her. Look at her, all the right curves, a perfect wife."

The old man pondered for a moment. "Hmm...not bad, but my son isn't back yet. I need to let them see her. Whoever likes her can have her."

My wife suddenly started making a fuss. This was all part of the plan; after all, she was the one being sold, and she had to act convincingly. I glared at her fiercely. "Behave yourself!" I should have slapped her too, but my heart softened and I didn't.

Soon after, his three sons returned one after another. All three were as tall as iron towers; even the shortest was half a head taller than me. They all stared wide-eyed at the beautiful girl in the room. After the old man explained the situation, they all vied, saying, "Dad, marry this girl to me!" Seeing that all three sons liked her, the old man couldn't make up his mind. It looked like the three sons were about to fight.

The old man quickly raised his voice and said, "Give her to the eldest son; you two are still young." The two younger brothers objected, but they couldn't do anything about it. By the afternoon, another seven thousand yuan had flowed into my pocket. I returned to the hotel a dozen miles away, relieved, to await my wife's triumphant escape.

Three days passed, and my wife didn't return. I had a bad feeling, but I firmly believed she would come back. A week passed, and my wife still hadn't returned—the longest wait.

On the tenth day, I decided to go and meet my wife. I cautiously entered the village, and from afar I saw the old man sitting at his doorway, smoking his pipe. I immediately understood; this old man had been keeping watch every day, no wonder my wife couldn't escape. I waited for a long time, but the old man didn't leave the doorway. Seeing no chance, I secretly crept towards the back of the house. Reaching the kitchen wall, I looked through the window to see if anyone was inside. What I saw horrified me:

my wife, topless and wearing only a floral kitchen towel, was chopping vegetables. She had clearly suffered greatly. It was the first time I had seen her snow-white body exposed to me like this in broad daylight. Her eyes were dark-rimmed and swollen, her left cheek slightly swollen, and her once beautiful face looked extremely haggard. Her long, black hair was haphazardly tied back. Several scratches marred her full breasts, and her once small nipples were now much larger. There were also marks on her back and buttocks.

That bastard actually hit my wife. I was just about to gently call her when suddenly, a burly man tiptoed in. It was Qin the eldest son. He walked behind my wife, who still didn't notice him. Suddenly, Qin the eldest placed his dirty hand on her full breasts.

"Ah!" My wife was startled and immediately struggled to get away.

That bastard started roughly kneading her breasts, showing no tenderness whatsoever. My wife screamed and tried to resist… “You slut, want more beatings?”

That seemed to work; my wife immediately stopped resisting and obediently let him grope her.

“Keep chopping vegetables,” Qin Da commanded. My wife had no choice but to endure the humiliation while chopping vegetables.

Qin Da tore off the kitchen towel and tossed it aside. His left hand continued playing with her breasts, while his right hand reached down to my wife’s private parts, parting her labia and probing. After a while, he suddenly unbuckled his belt, revealing his already erect and enormous penis. The dark purple glans alone was over two inches long and as thick as a child’s arm. I knew at a glance that my wife’s vagina couldn’t handle something so big. That bastard didn’t even use any lubrication and directly inserted his thing into my wife’s vagina. Strangely, my wife only let out a soft moan. I saw drops of white liquid flowing from my wife’s private parts. Was she actually producing vaginal fluid?

I was furious. This guy actually fucked my wife right in front of me...

Selling My Wife (Part 3) Peeping Through the Window

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Qin's thick, long penis was thrusting in and out of my wife's tender vagina. I was very surprised. Why could my wife's vagina accommodate such a large penis (at least a third longer than mine)? I always had to be careful when we made love, afraid of hurting her. Now this barbarian was fucking my wife without any restraint.

Qin Da quickened the pace of his thrusting. My wife was too exhausted to chop vegetables. She braced her hands on the edge of the stove, her long, beautiful legs spread wide, her buttocks sticking out. My wife had very little pubic hair, only a sparse patch at the front of her vulva, her beautiful opening completely exposed. His enormous penis slid in and out of her, white fluid being drawn out by the shaft. The guy's body slammed violently against my wife's buttocks from behind, making loud "slap slap" sounds. My wife's upper body swayed, her breasts appearing even fuller as she leaned forward, bobbing back and forth with the rhythm. That guy was powerful; he held my wife's waist tightly and thrust violently for over a quarter of an hour, each time penetrating all the way in. I think his penis reached my wife's uterus.

I clenched my fists, wanting to take advantage of his pleasure and fight him, but then I thought, I might not be his match. Even if I could kill him in one blow, what if his two brothers came? My life would be over.

The guy finally pulled his penis out of my wife's vagina. I thought he was going to ejaculate, but instead, he thrust it into her anus. I never imagined that this excretory organ could be used for sexual release.

His penis slowly slid into my wife's anus, which was obviously much tighter than her vagina. As he thrust, he complained,

"Was it because the third brother fucked her too hard this morning? Her cunt is so loose now. Damn it, I only fucked her six times yesterday, and he fucked her eight times. He wants to fuck her again this morning. I don't know if it's my wife or his wife."

Hearing this, I almost fainted. It turned out that the third brother had also fucked my wife. I wonder if the second brother of the Qin family had...?

"The second brother probably fucked you too hard the other day. He only fucked you four times yesterday. You're a tough nut to crack."

As he spoke, he sped up and thrust his eight- or nine-inch penis all the way in. My wife screamed in pain.

Qin Da slowly began thrusting in and out of my wife's anus. "What are you yelling about? How many times was your ass fucked yesterday?"

My wife hummed a few times, seemingly not hearing clearly. In Northern Chinese dialect, "asshole" means anus.

"Damn it, I'm asking you, how many times was your ass fucked yesterday? You dare not answer?!" He thrust in heavily a few times.

"Ten... a dozen times," my wife answered in a very soft voice, her expression pained.

"Damn, it really was a dozen times." He quickened the pace of his thrusting into my wife's anus. Because the rectal wall gripped his penis tightly, there was a "plop plop" sound of air being expelled when he went in, and sometimes when he thrust too hard, there was a "snap" sound like a piston cap being pulled out when he pulled out of her anus.

"About twelve times," my wife answered softly, her beautiful face already as red as a cloth.

For a moment, my mind went blank. Before I knew it, Qin Da had finally ejaculated, a large clump of white, sticky fluid shooting onto my wife's snow-white buttocks. I finally understood; what had been flowing from my wife's vagina was their semen… To be continued…

Selling My Wife (Part Four): The Shocking Truth…

After being fucked for so long, my wife seemed exhausted. Her upper body was almost entirely slumped on the counter, panting heavily. Her anus, stretched open by the huge penis, hadn't closed yet; a ring of raised folds resembled a newly opened flower, and inside, I could see some white, viscous, almost solidified liquid. I wondered which bastard had ejaculated into my wife's rectum. Looking at her proud vulva, her plump labia majora were slightly parted, revealing pink flesh inside, with drops of liquid still flowing down the folds. Seeing my beautiful wife being raped like this, I was naturally furious, but my lower body unconsciously underwent a change.

My wife's labia used to be tightly closed, and her vagina had always been as beautiful as a virgin's. Today, however, I noticed that the edges of her labia majora were a bit dark. Could it be due to poor lighting? After

Qin Da pulled out his slowly shrinking penis, he found a little yellow solid stuck to the tip of his glans. Obviously, it was my wife's excrement. He seemed very dissatisfied with this, grabbed my wife's long hair, and roughly dragged her in front of him. My wife's side was facing me. "Hurry up and lick it clean!"

My wife frowned, closed her eyes, and used her hands to lift the still very long penis, taking it into her cherry-like mouth and sucking on it. My pure and lovely wife was actually licking the penis of a dirty, brute, with her own excrement on it!!

I couldn't bear it any longer. I looked around for a weapon and was about to climb through the window and rush in to fight.

"Qin Da, go chop some firewood from the back hill. My bones are a bit sore again, and I'm thinking it'll rain these next few days,"

the old man called from outside the gate.

"Sigh," Qin reluctantly agreed. His large penis, which had been throbbing again from my wife's licking, was interrupted by the old man. Reluctantly, he pulled it out of my wife's mouth, hurriedly fastened his belt, and left the kitchen. As he left, he said to my wife, "Cook well. If there's no food when I get back, hehe."

Oh no, that guy is heading towards the back of the house. I had to run away quickly...

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