Letting his wife expose her playful behavior led to trouble.

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I often read erotic novels online. After reading so many articles about how some men have humiliated their girlfriends and wives, I've been wanting to expose my wife to the same humiliation. My wife is quite open-minded and often reads those erotic novels with me. She finds the plots about girlfriends or wives being gang-raped unbelievable and believes they are just the author's imagination. I never imagined that one day my wife would be gang-raped by other men. I just often have some strange thoughts in my mind and often encourage my wife to wear revealing clothes to satisfy my fantasies.
I often take my wife to nightclubs that invite female audience members to dance on stage. I really enjoy watching those hot girls perform provocative dances. Some of the more aggressive ones have hosts or male dancers on stage who guide or directly strip the girls down to their underwear, or even completely naked, and then make extremely provocative moves.
My wife also really enjoys watching these kinds of performances, and she's always thought those girls on stage are incredibly daring, wondering how they manage it. Actually, I secretly hope she'll have a chance to go on stage and have some fun, because watching other girls from the audience is a completely different visual experience than watching my own wife being humiliated. But every time the host invites her up on stage, she refuses, even though I keep encouraging her.
That night, we went to a place we'd never been to before, so we weren't sure how extreme the activities were. When we went in, there was a young girl and a male dancer on stage. The male dancer was only wearing a thong that was bulging out. We had just sat down, and the music was about to end. The girl's clothes were still relatively intact; she was wearing a semi-transparent bra, and her pink panties were showing. Her top and skirt had fallen to a corner of the stage. After the music ended, she straightened her bra, bent down to pick up her top and skirt from the side of the stage, and walked off the stage with a flushed smile.
Then the lights dimmed, and a spotlight swept back and forth, finally settling on my wife. The host on stage reached out to her, inviting her to come up. Her face flushed, and she looked at me as if asking for my opinion, or perhaps pleading for my help. The audience was already applauding enthusiastically, urging her to come on stage. I coaxed and cajole her, saying, "Go up and have some fun! That woman wasn't that bad. When you're out having fun,
you should have a good time." She said, "Just a little contact, nothing
too provocative. You have to keep an eye on me!"...I said repeatedly, "Okay! Okay! I know! I'll be watching you!" My wife was already on stage. Of course I'd be watching her; how could I miss such a rare opportunity! I wish I had a video camera!
As soon as my wife stepped onto the stage, the loud music started. At first, the male dancer gently led her in the dance, trying to help her relax. Gradually, he placed her hands on his chest and slid them down. Then he hugged her tightly from behind, his lower body thrusting, rubbing his swollen crotch against her buttocks.
My wife's face flushed red, but I could tell she was actually quite excited. She was wearing a strapless bra, a white shirt tied at the waist that revealed a bit of her belly, and a very short skirt. She looked incredibly sexy and alluring.
The male dancer noticed she was getting into it. As he moved, his hands skillfully untied the knot at her shirt. With a turn, she deftly slipped the white shirt into the dancer's hand. I hadn't expected her to do that. Anyone unaware would think it was rehearsed.
This scene excited me greatly; my crotch was throbbing. Watching my wife dance intimately with another man in public, under the eyes of over a hundred people, even though she was only wearing a top—not much different from wearing a swimsuit—was incredibly arousing. That day, my wife wore a white bra. Although it wasn't very transparent, after a round of dancing and the friction against her buttocks, her nipples were quite prominent, fully visible to everyone. I could feel the frenzy of the audience below the stage; their eyes seemed to be popping out of their sockets. This made my vanity swell unconsciously. With barely audible panting, my beautiful wife's cheeks were burning red.
On stage, she wore only a bra, her breasts pressed against the male dancer, her round buttocks swaying incessantly. The male dancer's hands were already at the zipper of her short skirt. In less than a second, the skirt fell to the ground, swirling around her ankles. Luckily, she wasn't wearing anything transparent or a thong; it was just a little low-waisted. If you looked closely, you could see one or two curly hairs peeking out from the side.
My wife's face was completely flushed, but I could tell she was actually excited. Perhaps she thought the previous girl had also stripped down to her bra and panties, so she didn't think much of it and stepped off the short skirt on the ground. With a casual kick, she sent the skirt flying to the edge of the stage. On stage, she was only wearing a bra and a small pair of low-rise panties, her feet in high heels. The audience below applauded continuously.
She rubbed her breasts with both hands through her bra, one on each side. Her legs were straddling one of the male dancer's legs, her vulva rubbing against his thigh through her panties. Sometimes I really don't understand women's psychology; before going on stage, she said she wouldn't do anything too provocative. Now, her dance moves might actually ignite something!
The male dancer's right hand was around her back to maintain her balance. It was unclear what he was doing, but suddenly the back clasp of her bra snapped open. Startled, my wife's hands, which had been rubbing her breasts, immediately pressed down on them. She glanced at me, as if sending a distress signal, but given this rare opportunity, I wasn't about to let it slip away easily. I nodded slightly to indicate it was alright.
Suddenly, the music stopped, replaced by a drumbeat, somewhat like a magic show. The male dancer whispered something in my wife's ear, then grabbed her bra and ripped it off. My wife's hands remained pressed against her breasts. Although nothing was exposed, a burst of enthusiastic applause erupted from the audience.
She later told me that the dancer had assured her he wouldn't let her expose herself without her consent before letting him remove her bra. In reality, she still hadn't exposed a single inch.
The scene, just as I'd described, resembled a magic show. My wife stood on stage, topless, hands on her breasts. The dancer turned and waved backstage, and then the host from before emerged, carrying a cardboard box. They stood in front of my wife, frantically working on her chest. I was in the audience and couldn't see what they were doing. I only vaguely saw them smearing a small, shimmering substance on her chest. My wife kept her head down, watching. Then, another round of drumming started. When they moved aside, letting everyone see my wife again, she slowly removed her left hand, revealing her left breast, which had a shiny nipple cover on it. It just covered her nipple. The nipple cover even had several strands of ribbon about ten centimeters long attached. It looked like a stripper's costume.
Damn it! What do you mean by "too revealing"? Isn't just a nipple cover too revealing? When she removed her hand, her entire breast was visible! What's a little more? My wife's left breast is now completely exposed. Whether she has a nipple cover or not, it's the same! She looks no different from a stripper.
Then came another round of drumming, as if foreshadowing an even more exciting performance. The host then pulled my wife's left hand and slowly pushed it inside her panties. The position was just right, covering her vulva. Both hands were stuffed inside the low-rise pants, stretching the already pitifully small piece of fabric off her body, no longer able to conceal her dark, curly hair. But it was still impossible to see whose fingers were probing her vulva.
After rubbing her vulva for a while, the male dancer standing to the side suddenly pulled down her panties from behind. My wife frantically crossed her legs, hoping to keep the panties from being pulled down. But with her right hand pressing on her breast and her left hand on her vulva, how could she resist the dancer's pull? Watching the panties being pulled down to her ankles, she was powerless to stop it. The panties were so tight around her ankles that even walking was difficult, so she had no choice but to lift her feet and step out.
My wife stood on the stage, sideways, her hands covering her breasts and vulva, staring at me, hoping I would rescue her. I was also hesitant; on one hand, I didn't want my wife to be played with too much, but on the other hand, I wanted to watch a little longer. I could only signal to her with my eyes to endure a little longer. The audience, however, erupted in cheers and whistles, encouraging my wife to remove her hands and expose herself completely.
The male dancer whispered in my wife's ear, "I told you I wouldn't let you expose yourself, right? Move your hands a little so I can cover you up."
He then knelt in front of her, gesturing for her to move her hands away. My wife turned halfway around, her back to the audience, and shifted her hand away from her vulva. From behind, you could still see a few of her fingers pressing tightly against it. The dancer took out something that looked like a butterfly from a distance, fiddled with it in front of her for a while, then stood up and worked on her right breast. My wife kept looking down to see if she had been exposed. Then, as if relieved, she slowly turned around and removed her hands. A butterfly-shaped vibrator was now attached to her vulva. Her right breast also had a shiny nipple cover, just like the one on the left.
Standing on the stage, she was covered only by two nipple covers and a vibrator. She seemed to have completely let herself go, her hands no longer pressing on her breasts or vulva. Then the music started again. The male dancer started dancing with her again. This time, the dance was less restrictive, and the movements were more natural, making it even more passionate. My wife's breasts swayed constantly in the air, causing the ribbons to dance wildly.
Her gaze sometimes fell on me, but it no longer held the pleading look from before; instead, it held an excited yet complex expression.
Then, she turned around, leaning against the muscular man, her body heaving up and down, rubbing her back and buttocks against his chest and bulging genitals. She even pulled his hands to caress her breasts. The male dancer, without hesitation, pinched her breasts from behind, his hands spinning the ribbons like two windmills in front of her chest. (For context, my wife has large breasts; her bra is a D cup. Otherwise, no matter how much she swung, she couldn't possibly move the ribbons.)
She raised her hands and hugged his neck, turning her face to whisper something in his ear. From his eyes, you could sense a hint of disbelief, yet also a distinct excitement. My wife turned, knelt, pulled down his thong with her left hand, and grabbed his erect penis with her right, stroking it a few times before swallowing his swollen, purple glans, her head bobbing back and forth as she performed oral sex. Sometimes her tongue swirled around his urethral opening, sometimes licking from the glans down to his testicles. My wife's oral skills are quite good; sometimes I can't help but ejaculate during her services.
... The male dancer turned and waved backstage, then a long shawl was pushed to the center of the stage. He sat down casually, enjoying my wife's service. He occasionally parted her hair, allowing everyone to clearly see her cherry-like lips stroking his penis.
My wife was now squatting with her back to the audience, her anus naturally open, facing them. This was the first time she had exposed herself since she started performing, and it was her fourth point. The vibrator strapped to her vulva couldn't quite cover it, and you could vaguely see it glistening with moisture. To be honest, the male dancer hadn't let her expose her nipples. Now she was exposing her anus to the audience herself.
After licking for a few minutes, she stood up, turned around, and faced the audience. She glanced at me, and before I could react, she untied the rope holding the vibrator, revealing her overflowing vulva. She grabbed his erect penis, positioned it, and with a thrust of her hips, the male dancer's glans disappeared into my wife's vulva. After a few more strokes, the entire penis was inserted all the way in, leaving only the scrotum, about the size of a tennis ball, sticking out. The male dancer reached behind her, supporting her waist, and made her move her vulva against his penis. She tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and rubbed her breasts back and forth. After rubbing for a short while, the two nipple covers came off. Without a second thought, she tossed them to the ground. This meant my wife was completely naked, exposed to the entire audience.
At that moment, I felt a little uncomfortable and wanted to pull her off the stage, but seeing the looks in the eyes of everyone in the audience, each one seemingly wanting to devour my wife, I held back. If you're going to have fun, then let loose!
My wife swayed for a while, then stood up, and the male dancer's penis slipped out. I thought she finally realized she'd gone too far and wanted to stop this lewd scene. But then she turned around, climbed back onto the male dancer, grabbed his penis, and shoved it into her vagina. At this point, the atmosphere in the entire hall was on the verge of spiraling out of control. Applause rang out in rhythm with my wife's hip-swaying, and the pace kept quickening.
Suddenly, with a "whoosh," my wife collapsed onto the male dancer, trembling uncontrollably. This scene was all too familiar! This is how it always is when she reaches orgasm. At this point, the atmosphere in the entire venue has reached its most excited state. Amidst the thunderous cheers, my wife looked up and whispered a few words in the male dancer's ear, then turned back and gestured towards me, I don't know what she said. The male dancer gave me a lewd look, then beckoned the host over and gave him a few instructions.
The host then announced, "Our leading lady is now inviting an audience member to join the performance! This lucky person is..." The spotlight swept across the room, finally stopping on a boy sitting at the table next to me. The boy stood up, clasped his hands in a traditional Chinese greeting, and walked onto the stage with a broad smile.
(I later asked my wife, and she said she originally intended to call me up. But the male dancer deliberately called the wrong boy from the table next to me.)
My wife, still weak from her orgasm, was just lying on the male dancer and had no idea that things had changed. The boy also remained silent, so my wife had no idea that the person going on stage wasn't me. The male dancer deliberately held my wife close, slowly thrusting his penis in and out, making her so absorbed in the afterglow of her orgasm that she didn't realize she should turn around to see if it was me running onto the stage.
The boy hopped onto the stage and stripped naked in less than half a minute. He stood behind my wife, gently supporting her waist, and asked her to turn around. She seemed about to lift her hips to remove the penis still inside her. But the dancer held her waist, insisting she turn around with the penis still inside her. My wife didn't resist and complied.
When she turned around and saw a complete stranger in front of her, she looked utterly bewildered. Trying to struggle was futile against two men. The boy who had just come on stage was already aroused from watching from below, so his penis was already erect and ready for action.
I watched from below as they exchanged glances; one seemed to be asking, "Are you going to pull out first?"
Another one answered with his eyes: "Just come in like that."
So the guy who just came on stage immediately mounted his wife and shoved his penis into her vagina. If you've ever seen adult films, you've probably seen it: if a man inserts his penis into a woman's vagina from behind, unless it's so large it completely fills the vagina, there will be a small triangular gap near the clitoris at the top. If a second penis is long, pointed, and hard enough, it can be forced through this gap. I couldn't see it clearly from below the stage, but I believe that's pretty much what happened.
My wife pushed her hand towards the man's chest, trying to lift her buttocks. But the male dancer behind her held her waist tightly, making it impossible to avoid the second penis about to penetrate her. She tilted her head back, frowned, and closed her eyes, silently enduring the tearing sensation of her vagina being stretched by two penises simultaneously.
Time seemed to stretch on forever; the entire hall was completely silent. The man stopped after fully inserting his penis, allowing my wife to catch her breath. None of the three on stage moved. My wife slowly opened her eyes, looked down at the two penises inserted to the hilt of her vagina, and let out a long breath. The entire audience erupted in enthusiastic applause. The man began to slowly move his penis
in and out. As he pulled it out, my wife relaxed slightly. As he pushed it in, she braced herself against his chest, tensed her brow, and lifted her waist to receive the penetrating penis. After a few thrusts, my wife seemed to have gotten used to the feeling of fullness, and what started as discomfort turned into a slight pleasure. This slight pleasure then intensified into intense stimulation, causing her to involuntarily wiggle her hips and increase the speed of her thrusts.
Here, I'll digress a bit: many sex experts say that a woman's G-spot is located at the top of the vagina, and stimulating this G-spot can easily lead to orgasm, even squirting—the so-called "squirt." My wife later told me that the two penises that day truly filled her vagina to bursting. Every thrust rubbed against a certain spot, which I believe was her G-spot, making her incredibly itchy. Her body naturally swayed with the rhythm of the thrusts, almost entering a state of ecstasy.
After a round of frenzied thrusting, my wife cried out again. She supported herself with one hand on the male dancer beneath her, and with the other hand pushed towards the man in front of her, her vaginal fluids gushing out between her vagina and the two penises. But the man, still thrusting, showed no sign of stopping. He held her waist tightly, his hips pumping relentlessly, pounding his penis into her vagina. He seemed poised for climax. Each thrust grew heavier than the last, and with the final thrust, I thought he'd pushed his scrotum inside my wife. The stage finally fell silent. Her vagina, still wet with vaginal fluid, released a gush of white semen through its tight opening.
This was my wife's first "squirt." Since then, in the woman-on-top position, she could usually find her G-spot. Sometimes she could squirt multiple times in one night.
After ejaculating, the man's penis slid out of her vagina. My wife leaned weakly against the male dancer. He still hadn't ejaculated; his hard penis was still inside her, my wife's vaginal fluid mixed with the semen flowing down his penis, onto his scrotum, and then dripping onto the floor.
The stage went from intense to calm, and the audience was completely silent. I don't know where the applause started, but it quickly spread throughout the hall. I vaguely heard someone saying that my wife wasn't in the audience but a professional dancer. I didn't bother explaining. I just felt a little disappointed, unsure how to face the reality of what had happened.
The ordeal wasn't over yet. The male dancer on stage flipped over and pinned my wife down again. He thrust his penis into her vagina once more. After two orgasms, my wife was too exhausted to move. She could only lie on the sofa and endure another round of thrusting. I don't know how much time passed, but then the male dancer straightened his back and filled my wife's vagina with his hot semen once more.
The host then came out from backstage. Seeing my wife lying there, seemingly unable to move, he called several backstage staff to push her and the sofa backstage. Then he started calling the hot girls from the audience onto the stage again. I was worried about my wife backstage and had no interest in watching the performance.
After waiting for half an hour and still not seeing my wife come out, I was wondering what was going on, so I got up and went backstage to look for her. The backstage area was empty, except for my wife lying there, her upper body covered by the white shirt she wore on stage. Her lower body was completely naked, revealing her ravaged vulva. I went up to her and asked how she was doing. She said that several staff members had taken turns ejaculating into her several times. I was furious and had nowhere to vent my anger. I said to her, "What do you mean, several times? Once is once, twice is twice, how many times did you get fucked?"
In my frustration, I even swore.
She said aggrievedly, "Some of them did it once, some twice, I was so tired I could barely keep my eyes open, how am I supposed to count!"
I was immediately speechless .

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