My Slutty Wife's Fall from Grace: Chapters 1-4

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Now, I can only reminisce about my wife—or rather, someone else's sex slave—through memories or photos on CDs sent by others. It happened two years ago, after my wife and I had been together for three years. Her name was Chen Xi. She used to work as a sales clerk in a brand store, but she found it too tiring and didn't earn enough. Through a friend's introduction, she started working as a prostitute at a bar. She wasn't exactly a full-fledged prostitute; it was the kind of place where people would go to a bar to have fun, pay 500 yuan, and have someone drink and play dice with them—easy money. But I always heard people say that bars weren't such simple places, which I'll explain later. I was 27, she was 26, my wife was 1.66 meters tall, had fair skin, and her breasts weren't large, only a B cup, but she was quite pretty. She had a big butt, and I always liked to have sex with her from behind and slap her ass. For three years, we had sex frequently, so eventually it lost its thrill. Then I started frequenting pornographic websites, reading articles about humiliation, swapping, and gang rape, which became increasingly exciting for me. So, every time I had sex with my wife, I fantasized about being someone else's wife, which always got me very excited. Later, that fantasy lost its thrill, so I wanted to do something real. I bought a lot of clothes on Taobao for my wife to wear. She complied and didn't think much of it, just that they looked nice and were fun, so she wore them. During sex, I made her role-play, constantly shouting, "Master, fuck me, fuck me to death, I am your servant," or "Ah~ Teacher, is your pussy tight? I feel so good fucking you, teacher~" And I took pictures of all of this. Every time we make love, I make my wife call herself a "public bus" or a "slut," which I find incredibly exciting. My wife is obedient and cooperative, so I get extremely excited. But after the excitement wears off, I feel like it's gone. However, my wife has now been trained into a slutty woman in bed; she can swallow semen, do any kind of thing, and even call herself a "public bus." So, I started an even more exciting plan. But before that, I discovered something even more exciting and unbearable: I was being cuckolded. Because my wife and I are both from Beijing, we sometimes look down on people from other places. But our circumstances aren't actually that great. My wife told me that a friend of one of her colleagues, a man from Anhui, had been pursuing her, saying he always drove her around. My wife said she just occasionally hitched a ride with him. At first, I didn't think much of it, but then one day, I realized I was a fool who was being cuckolded. That night, my wife called to say she might be home late and might not be coming to her colleague's gathering, as she was going to her parents' house. Since her workplace is very close to her parents' house, I asked if she wanted me to pick her up, but she said no, it was fine. I didn't think much of it. It was a little after 6 PM, and my wife gets off work at 10 PM, so I hung up and went home. I played games and watched TV until after midnight. I thought I'd call her to see how things were going and if she got home safely. After a long time, she answered, sounding very tired and breathless: "Hmm~ Honey... what's wrong? Hmm~ why are you calling so late?" "...Hmm~" I said, "What's wrong? Let me ask if you got home yet. You must be tired." My wife said, "Hmm... I'm home. Hmm, I'm sleeping now. I'll call you tomorrow... Hmm... I'll call you then." That's how it happened. My wife's phone was an old iPhone 4, but the system had been upgraded and it became very slow, so sometimes many functions would be unresponsive, and this time was no exception. After my wife finished speaking, she stopped talking. I said "Hello, hello" a few times, but I felt like there was still a sound on the other end of the line. It hadn't been disconnected. I kept listening, and I heard a man's voice speaking Mandarin with a foreign accent, "Ah~ Is it good, being... by someone else..." While fucking, she was on the phone with her husband. The wife replied, "Mmm...ah...ah...I hate you, ah...it's all your fault, I'm on the phone and you still won't let me go...ah..." "Let you go? How long has it been since you last made love to me? Your husband at home is tired of you, he doesn't care about you at all, unlike me who cherishes you so much~ Tell me, is it good? Is it comfortable? Am I better than your husband? Tell me!" The wife said, "Ah...you, you're so good, it feels so good, faster, faster, I want it, I want it, I'm yours, fuck me...fuck me to death, ah..." The man said, "Do you love me? Tell me, do you love me? You were so pretentious when you were pursuing me." "Pretending to be high and mighty, but in bed you're still being ridden by me, sucking my cock." "Ah... love, love, I love it as deep as you penetrate me~ I want it, ah..." The man said, "Where do you want me to cum? Tell me quickly." My wife said, "In my mouth, cum in my mouth, give me all of it, I want it..." Then I heard a jumble of sounds, probably the man cumming in my wife's mouth, saying, "Eat it all, it's all yours." I felt increasingly aroused on the other end of the phone, and involuntarily started masturbating. Although I felt like I was being cuckolded, I felt incredibly excited and pleasured, beyond words. The moment the man cummed, I cummed too. I quickly hung up the phone, because if one person hangs up, the other will also lose contact. I didn't want my wife to find out that I knew she was cheating, but that excitement lingered in my heart. Actually, I knew that my wife would probably be fucked a few more times tonight, but I didn't plan to expose her; instead, I was planning my own scheme. The next day at noon, my wife came home, looking visibly exhausted. I deliberately said, "You must have had a great time last night." She replied, "No, no, just some colleagues singing and eating. I was so tired that I fell asleep at home when you called me. I didn't even have time to shower until this morning." I deliberately asked, "Did that colleague's friend from out of town you mentioned come along?" She paused for a moment before answering, "Oh, him? He didn't come. Why did you ask about him?" "Nothing, just suddenly remembered. Come here, I haven't seen you all night, I'm so sad." I grabbed her big, bouncy buttocks, still as firm as ever, but it wasn't just me who had squeezed them. She clearly hadn't had enough of being with men the night before and had no interest whatsoever. She shifted her buttocks and said, "No, it's broad daylight, I'm so tired. Let me rest. I have to go to work at the bar tonight." Two hours later, my wife fell asleep, but I had been hard for a long time. Since we'd been together for so long and had sex so many times, I hadn't felt this excited as last night. On one hand, I felt like I was being cuckolded, and on the other hand, the physical stimulation was driving me wild, keeping me hard since last night. Looking at my wife lying in bed, her beautiful face, her aloof demeanor, and her big ass, and then thinking about being fucked by someone else, made my blood boil. I didn't care who was sleeping; I reached out and touched her breasts. For my wife, whose breasts weren't very large, one hand could easily grasp them. My wife was wearing… She wasn't wearing a bra under her t-shirt. I kept caressing her, then rubbing her nipples with my fingers. Slowly, my wife started to react, making a couple of soft "hmm..." sounds. I knew she was aroused. Her nipples were her sensitive spot. I kept rubbing them, then kissed her lips, fantasizing that at this moment, I was playing with someone else's wife, or someone else was playing with my wife. This thought kept stimulating me; I hadn't been this hard in a long time. I ran my hand down her breasts. Her genitals were already wet. My wife was very... The woman was so wet; her crotch was completely soaked. I kept rubbing her clitoris, and my wife started moaning, "Mmm...ah...uh..." as she writhed. I inserted my fingers into her vagina, thrusting in and out a few times, then pulled them out, licked my own juices, and then thrust them in again a few times. I put them in her mouth and asked, "Does your own juices taste good?" "You're so naughty~" I knew my slutty wife was aroused. I immediately pulled down my pants, straddled her, and put my penis in her mouth. She willingly took it in. She kept sucking on her penis and asked me, "Why is my husband so hard today?" At that moment, I was fantasizing that my wife was sucking someone else's penis, which made it even more stimulating. After a while, I couldn't hold back any longer. I lifted my wife's legs high and thrust inside her. Because my wife takes birth control pills regularly, we often have sex without a condom. As soon as I entered, I started pounding away, the squelching sounds and the slapping of flesh against flesh making my wife moan loudly from the start, "Ah...husband...husband...why are you so good today...so...so good, Xixi baby, I can't take it...husband~.""Actually, my pleasure at that moment didn't come from her moans, but from my fantasies of her being fucked by someone else. I kept fucking her hard, saying, 'You slut, you public bus, is it comfortable, ah~ slut.' My wife also answered in a matching way, 'I am a slut, a public bus, husband, Chen Xi is your slut, ah... ah... good... so good...' I could feel myself about to ejaculate, but the cuckold's heart made me want to end it more excitingly. I pulled out my penis and kept smearing my wife's vaginal fluid into her mouth, 'Let you slut taste your own vaginal fluid!'" Before my wife could even speak, I shoved my penis into her mouth and ejaculated instantly. I grabbed her head and shot it all inside her, making her cough, but I found it incredibly stimulating. My wife then swallowed it all, licked my penis clean, and after wiping it a little, I lay down, completely satisfied, and hugged her. She said, "Why were you so energetic today? Your penis is rock hard!" I replied, "Of course! My wife is still a woman; anyone who can't get hard isn't a man." My wife then said, "Honey, I want to buy a bag." My head spun. "Where are you going to get that much money to buy you a bag?" she said. She started talking about how other people's boyfriends were, and I always felt disgusted by that. They are them, we are us. There are plenty of people poorer than you; how can you compare like that? My wife said, "Then, then I'll change jobs. My friend said working in a bar is lucrative and you won't lose out." I said I'd think about it. And that's how the bar story began. I've actually been to bars before, of course, to pick up girls. You could say it's exciting, it really is. There are lots of people, and if you're good-looking or have a knack for picking up women, you can always manage to get one. There are even people who pick up "dead women" (women who have already been sexually assaulted). But you could also say it's boring, it really is boring. If you can't pick up any women, you can only sit there drinking alone and looking at them. But I'm the kind of person who can't pick up women, so when my friends invited me to go, I stopped going. Gradually, I drifted away from people who frequented bars. Actually, I considered a few things before finally agreeing to let my wife go. One reason was that bars pay a lot of money, and the other was that it's a rather chaotic place, full of men and women. But my wife told me it was okay. She said that those who do PR (professional prostitution) are paid 500 yuan to have people drink, play dice, and dance with them. Actually, I thought it was quite exciting, letting my wife go out and let people take advantage of her, so I thought it wouldn't be a big problem. So I told my wife to go work at a bar. My wife got the job through a friend's introduction. Her work hours are generally from 9 PM to 2 AM, with longer hours on weekends. She works 4-5 days a week, with Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays being mandatory. Every night, she wears heavy makeup, high heels, short skirts, or tight-fitting bodycon dresses. Even though she's my wife and we've been intimate many times, her outfits, combined with her naturally large buttocks and the tightness of the dresses, always make me want to grab her. She worked like this for about three months. Because she usually went out late and didn't come home until after midnight, sometimes not at all, I would ask her, "Honey, why don't you come home sometimes?" She would tell me that sometimes it was too late, and since some of her friends lived nearby, she was too tired and slept at their place. Later, one night I was so lonely that I went to a bar by myself without telling my wife. I went around 11 pm on Friday, which was probably the busiest time. There were many men and women at the entrance, and a lot of people were standing at the door. I glanced around and didn't see my wife, so I went in. I ordered a cocktail at the bar, which I don't know what it was, and after scanning the area for a while, I finally saw my wife sitting in a booth. There were probably seven people there, including my wife, three women, and four men. My wife was sitting between two men, wearing a tight blue dress, playing dice. She was whispering to the two men on either side of her, looking quite happy. Then they played dice and drank. She probably had three or four drinks. My wife isn't a big drinker, so she was alright. Then I saw the men start touching each other's shoulders and waists. I was actually quite excited watching that. After observing for a few more minutes, I noticed that someone was touching my thigh. My penis was really hard at that point. So I paid the bill and left, afraid that my wife would find out if I stayed too long. When I first found out my wife was like this at the bar, I was quite excited. But about half a year later, when I ran into some of my old bar-hanging buddies, I discovered something even more shocking. Because I'd started dating and got married, I hadn't kept in touch with my old drinking buddies much. I stopped going to the bars with them, so we gradually lost touch. But why did we run into each other again? Because one of our friends was going to join the army. You could tell how young he was, having started hanging out at bars. His name was Zhang Bin. Ah, a rich kid, what can you do? All he does is party. So he treated us to dinner to see her off, saying he wanted to take her to a bar one last time. I figured since he was treating, I'd go along with it. We got into his car, and as we drove, chatting and bragging, the four of us, having not seen each other for a while, stopped. He said, "Hey, this is the bar my wife works at!" I didn't say anything and went in with them. Since it was Friday, it was quite crowded. He booked a booth with a minimum spend of 3000, so we sat down. He said, "I haven't been to this bar much before. Last time I came, my friend ordered a PR, weird, super sexy, a real fucking hottie, so for a while I kept coming back to see her, fucked her a few times, just to support her." Then he told a waiter to call Shila. After a while, a woman with long hair, a miniskirt, and high heels walked over. I was stunned, and the woman was stunned too. Damn, it was my wife! We stared at each other for a moment. Although I knew my wife was sitting here, and it wasn't surprising to run into her, what my friend had said earlier—that she was my wife, and she inexplicably had an English name—was something I hadn't known. At that moment, my wife probably didn't expect me to be here. Zhang Bin said, "What are you standing there for? Come on, have you missed me? Come sit next to me, I brought some friends to have some fun today." The wife seemed a little embarrassed: "Oh, haha, that's good, that's good. You haven't been here for a long time. I didn't miss you. Wait a minute, I'll call a few girlfriends over and go to the bathroom." Then my wife got up and gave me a look. I said, "I need to use the restroom too, I'm bursting." When we got to the restroom door, my wife said, "What are you doing here?" I said, "My friend is going to join the army in a few days. He invited us to dinner to see him off, and he even asked us to keep him company at the bar one last time before he leaves. What could I do? But you seem to know him quite well, right? And you even have an English name?" My wife said, "Well? Because he keeps coming here. He's a sucker, isn't he? Everyone here has an English name, something trendy, and there are a lot of foreigners, so I just picked one randomly. Okay, honey, go home early, don't drink too much. We'll pretend we don't know each other, just to appease him. You know this is my job to earn money, I have no choice." Actually, I didn't mind at all; in fact, I felt a strange sense of excitement. After that, the four of us guys, my wife, and another woman played dice and drank. My friend even picked up two women who were with us. Money talks, huh?Because I started dating and got married, I stopped keeping in touch with my old drinking buddies. I stopped going to bars with them, so we gradually lost touch. But why did we run into each other again? Because one of our friends was going to join the army. You could tell how young this guy was, already hanging out in bars. His name is Zhang Bin. Sigh, rich kid, what can you do? All he does is party. So he treated us to dinner to see him off, saying he wanted to go to a bar with him one last time. I figured since he was treating, I went along. We got in his car, and as we drove, we chatted and bragged. The four of us hadn't seen each other for a while. When the car stopped, he said, "Hey, this is the bar where my wife works!" I didn't say anything and went in with them. Since it was Friday, it was quite crowded. He booked a booth with a minimum spend of 3000, so we sat down. He said, "I haven't been to this bar much before. Last time I came, my friend ordered a PR, weird, super sexy, a real fucking hottie, so for a while I kept coming back to see her, fucked her a few times, just to support her." Then he told a waiter to call Shila. After a while, a woman with long hair, a miniskirt, and high heels walked over. I was stunned, and the woman was stunned too. Damn, it was my wife! We stared at each other for a moment. Although I knew my wife was sitting here, and it wasn't surprising to run into her, what my friend had said earlier—that she was my wife, and she inexplicably had an English name—was something I hadn't known. At that moment, my wife probably didn't expect me to be here. Zhang Bin said, "What are you standing there for? Come on, have you missed me? Come sit next to me, I brought some friends to have some fun today." The wife seemed a little embarrassed: "Oh, haha, that's good, that's good. You haven't been here for a long time. I didn't miss you. Wait a minute, I'll call a few girlfriends over and go to the bathroom." Then my wife got up and gave me a look. I said, "I need to use the restroom too, I'm bursting." When we got to the restroom door, my wife said, "What are you doing here?" I said, "My friend is going to join the army in a few days. He invited us to dinner to see him off, and he even asked us to keep him company at the bar one last time before he leaves. What could I do? But you seem to know him quite well, right? And you even have an English name?" My wife said, "Well? Because he keeps coming here. He's a sucker, isn't he? Everyone here has an English name, something trendy, and there are a lot of foreigners, so I just picked one randomly. Okay, honey, go home early, don't drink too much. We'll pretend we don't know each other, just to appease him. You know this is my job to earn money, I have no choice." Actually, I didn't mind at all; in fact, I felt a strange sense of excitement. After that, the four of us guys, my wife, and another woman played dice and drank. My friend even picked up two women who were with us. Money talks, huh?
Around 1 a.m., I felt it was about time, so I said, "Let's go." But it was obvious that my friend Zhang Bin wanted to take my wife with him. Everyone knew they were definitely going to a hotel. But because I was there, my wife pretended to be nonchalant, saying things like, "This won't do," and so on. My friend was also quite drunk, probably knowing he couldn't have sex for two years. My wife kept giving me meaningful glances, so I said, "Forget it, forget it. You've drunk so much you probably don't even know who you are anymore. We'll take you home." So the three of us put him in his car. One of us, Sun Bin, hadn't been drinking, so he drove him home. After that, we took everyone home one by one. Then my wife texted me: "He didn't say anything, did he? He drank so much." I replied: "No, what do you think she would say?" My wife replied: "No, just asking randomly. Get some rest when you get home, I'll be home from get off work in a bit." When my wife got home, she seemed particularly eager today. As soon as she got home, she took the initiative to lie on top of me. Actually, I knew she was afraid that I would find out about her relationship with Zhang Bin, but I wasn't stupid enough to expose them. As soon as she got home, my wife started kissing me. I naturally took off my clothes and made her lick my penis. I lay flat, watching my wife kneeling in front of me, her mouth constantly licking my glans and circling it. I really felt like she was a bitch. Then she kept giving me oral sex, moving up and down, very energetically. After that, she took off her pants, knelt in front of me, spread her buttocks with her hands, and said to me: "Husband, fuck me, fuck my husband, I love you, this only belongs to you, my husband." Although I knew this place wasn't just mine anymore, I was still incredibly excited. I thrust in immediately and started pounding away. As soon as I entered, I pounded violently, the sound of my balls hitting my wife's ass echoing loudly. My hands were gripping my wife's buttocks, slapping them repeatedly. Slap! Slap! You slut! My wife couldn't take it anymore: Ah!...Husband, you...you're so...powerful today, so...ah...fuck me to death, my cunt belongs to me alone." I thrust even more violently. This slut, being fucked by other men outside, still has the nerve to say she belongs only to me, you piece of trash. Today she's inexplicably crazy. After pulling out my cock, I forcefully thrust it into my wife's anus without any lubricant. My wife screamed, "Ah...!" I didn't care about the pain, I kept fucking her without saying a word, and soon I ejaculated, all of it inside her anus. But I wasn't quite done yet. I scooped out the semen from her anus and put it in my wife's mouth. My wife, exhausted from my vigorous fucking, lay weakly to the side, saying, "Honey...why were you so intense today, so amazing...I love you." I laughed, "With a wife this horny, what man wouldn't be excited and want to fuck you hard?" "You're so annoying," my wife said, then went to take a shower. I suddenly got up, rummaged through my wife's bag to look at her phone, and found a message sent to Zhang Bin: "Look how drunk you are tonight, I couldn't even keep you company. I know you're going to join the army soon, I'll definitely make it up to you~" I immediately put my wife's bag back. My feelings were complicated, but I made a decision. Since you already like cheating, and you became even more unrestrained at the bar, then I might as well grant your wish and train you into a complete sex slave, which would also suit your truly lewd desires. But I wasn't quite done yet. I scooped out the semen from her anus and put it in my wife's mouth. My wife was exhausted from my intense fucking and lay weakly to the side, saying, "Husband... why were you so strong today, so amazing... I love you." I laughed, "With a wife as horny as you, what man wouldn't be excited and want to fuck you hard?" "You're so annoying,"
my wife said, and then she went to take a shower. I suddenly got up and rummaged through my wife's bag to look at her phone. There was a message she sent to Zhang Bin: "Look how drunk you are tonight. I couldn't even keep you company. I know you're going to join the army and leaving soon. I'll definitely make it up to you~" I immediately put my wife's bag back. My feelings were a bit complicated, but I made a decision. Since you like to cheat anyway, and you're even more unrestrained at the bar, then I might as well grant your wish and train you into a complete sex slave. It also suits your truly lewd desires. [Last edited by 47415869] A very cute electric fish with +8 coins, reposted and shared, a red envelope is offered!

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