Wife was raped

(1) I

have been married to my wife for two and a half years, and I feel very happy and sexually fulfilled. She married me as a virgin, and with my gradual guidance, she has become very compliant and enjoys all kinds of sexual pleasure.

Recently, I have started to guide my wife to dress more revealingly when we go out. With her 35D breasts, 24-inch waist, and 36-inch hips, she often attracts the attention of other men in various places when she wears eye-catching clothes.

My wife, who was initially shy about dressing more revealingly when going out, has gradually become more accustomed to it, which makes us have even more orgasms when we have sex in bed at home.

That evening, at my suggestion, my wife dressed in a more eye-catching outfit—a white, tight-fitting sleeveless top and a loose-fitting white floral skirt. We went to a market outside a riverbank in another county. This market seemed to gather there once a week, unlike typical night markets which are rather monotonous. This market had many more fun stalls, such as marbles and balloon shooters. It also had attractively dressed vendors selling miscellaneous goods and medicinal wines.

We strolled around the market, but my wife and I kept our distance. I watched from afar as many men were secretly eyeing my wife's attire. The tight-fitting sleeveless top seemed unable to contain her 35D breasts, and the bra lines were clearly visible through the fabric.

My wife stopped at a stall, and I knew she wanted to look at the cheap bags on the ground. I saw her glance back at me, so I immediately went behind the stall owner and watched her from a distance. I saw her squatting down, choosing bags, her panties barely visible between her white thighs.

I noticed a few shifty-looking men nearby, all stealing glances at my wife's exposed skin. For a moment, I felt a pang of unease, but also a nameless, hot excitement.

My wife continued browsing the market, and I followed at a distance. I noticed a few more shifty-looking men following me. Later, she stopped at a clothing stall, choosing clothes and seemingly asking the owner about prices and styles.

The stall owner kept glancing furtively at my wife's body, while several shifty-looking men surrounded her, pretending to look at the clothes. My wife seemed oblivious to the men, only glancing back at me once more before asking the owner something and taking three pieces of clothing to the space between two carts at the back of the stall. It

was then I realized my wife was going to try on the clothes. A white cloth was set up between the carts as a fitting area for customers. While my wife was trying them on, I noticed the four or five shifty-looking men talking to the stall owner, and I even saw them slip money to him. Suddenly, the stall owner turned a large electric fan towards the white cloth, causing it to flutter slightly from the side. Although it only lasted about two seconds, I could see my wife inside, wearing only a bra and panties, preparing to try on the clothes.

The white sheet fell down, and less than ten seconds later, the shopkeeper turned the fan around again. This time, I saw my wife wearing only underwear, and she was taking off the top she was trying on. My wife was facing away from us, and when she took off her top, I was shocked to see her bare back! Wow…! My wife was even trying on her bra…

At this moment, I noticed that there were as many as six men standing around me. The conflicting yet exciting heat intensified my feelings.

Later, when the shopkeeper tried to lift the white sheet a third time with the fan, it didn't move much and he failed. Suddenly, I heard everyone around me whispering disappointed "Let's go."

At this point, although I felt very excited, I was starting to worry about the atmosphere among the "audience." So I secretly retreated to the side and kicked off the generator plug connected to the fan! The shopkeeper turned the fan around again, but when he found it had no effect, he noticed that the plug was loose. While the shopkeeper was fixing the plug, my wife suddenly came out dressed, ending everyone's eye-catching time.

My wife continued browsing the stalls, and I followed her from a distance. I saw her stop at a shaved ice stall, glance back at me, and then go inside to choose a corner seat to order shaved ice. I sat down at a table in the opposite corner.

My wife, with her head down, slowly turned her legs under the table towards me, crossing them over each other. Her loose short skirt made her legs appear even shorter, revealing her fair and alluring thighs.

At that moment, two shifty-looking men sat down at my table, and two or three more sat at the table next to me, all ordering shaved ice and secretly admiring my wife's figure.

My wife, with her head down, didn't notice the many men watching. Perhaps she thought I was the only one in that direction? So she slowly lowered her legs back to their original position, then subtly shifted the position of her legs, her panties flashing intermittently a few times.

Just then, my wife received her shaved ice. She looked up to take it and noticed a lot of men in her direction. Her face flushed, and she squeezed her legs together to avoid exposing herself.

A man at the same table as me muttered in Taiwanese Mandarin, "That woman's pretty good, hey..." Another man whispered back, "Awesome...hehe, looks like you're both peeking...I really want to have sex with that woman..." I overheard the two men discussing my wife's thighs, her large breasts, and so on... I remained silent and ate my shaved ice...

After finishing her ice cream, my wife got up and continued shopping. Surprisingly, two or three men approached her and tried to chat her up, but she kept her head down and shook her head in refusal.

I thought it was about time to go over and help my wife leave the market, but then I suddenly noticed a stall nearby. A woman dressed very scantily cladly was sitting on a makeshift single bed, being massaged by a lecturer. The stall sold a bunch of miscellaneous items and medicinal wines, and many men were gathered around. The woman was only wearing a semi-transparent men's shirt, sitting on a makeshift bed in the middle of the market. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her nipples were almost visible. The top three buttons of the shirt were undone, and

her breasts, which looked slightly smaller than my wife's, were partially exposed. The lecturer was explaining some massage techniques for women's health issues while massaging her. When I saw this, the lecturer was massaging around her thighs, and the woman's legs were half-open, revealing her underwear clearly. I'm a man too, so of course I couldn't help but look! Perhaps because I was momentarily stunned, I didn't notice my wife's reaction. Suddenly, she walked in front of me, blocking my view, which startled me. She passed by me sideways as she continued walking.

Because my wife passed by me from the side, but just by looking at her expression, I knew I was in trouble. My wife seemed angry and jealous? As she slowly passed by, she whispered, "Do you prefer looking at him or me?" "She has a better figure than me?"

Before I could explain, my wife suddenly turned around and walked into the crowd at the stall. I saw her squeeze to the front of the crowd and suddenly ask the instructor a question. It seemed to be something like, "Does this kind of massage work?" or "I don't believe it." I didn't pay attention because I was only thinking about how to coax my wife not to be angry later...

(2)

I don't know how long I was thinking like this with my head down. When I suddenly felt that something had changed around me, I looked up and found that my wife had agreed to go on stage and let the masseur try to massage her.

There was not only one massage instructor at this stall, but also several people helping out. However, they didn't seem to be good people. I saw them make my wife sit on the temporary single bed, and the masseur started pressing on my wife's shoulders and back.

As I massaged her, my massage moved down to my wife's back. Her full breasts naturally protruded forward and trembled slightly as the masseur massaged her back. Everyone watched quietly, and I could occasionally hear the men around us swallowing. I felt quite helpless at this moment because I knew my wife was angry and sulking because I had been staring at the performers in a daze.

The masseur, while massaging my wife's back, explained her physical condition, which sounded mostly fabricated to me because his explanations were vague. This way, I could be a lecturer! Then, he suddenly invited my wife to lie face down on the single bed, saying he needed to massage her back, buttocks, and legs.

My wife glanced at me, which should have been a request for my consent, but instead, she just glanced at me and lay down on her own. It seemed she was genuinely angry that I had been watching the scantily clad performers earlier.

At that moment, a few staff members who looked rather unfriendly surrounded my wife and moved the single bed around, positioning her legs more towards the audience. The masseur explained that this would allow everyone to see the massage more clearly. At that moment, I had a feeling that he was deliberately exposing my wife's underwear to the audience.

The masseur began massaging my wife's sides and buttocks, occasionally moving to the area between her buttocks. After repeating this several times, seeing that my wife, who was lying face down, didn't seem to mind, he started massaging between her buttocks. Underneath her loose short skirt, everyone could clearly see her two round, perky buttocks, sometimes slightly parted to the sides. The masseur's hands were also seen kneading and shaping my wife's round, perky buttocks, creating indentations.

Next, the masseur slowly began massaging down her legs. At this point, my wife's legs were still tightly closed, and the masseur explained that he hoped she would relax.

So she gently massaged my buttocks and thighs back and forth. I guessed it was intentional. Every now and then, when her hands slid over the junction of my buttocks and thighs, she would lift my loose short skirt a little higher, explaining that there were sciatic nerves and female acupoints at that junction, and then she would massage upwards from that junction towards my buttocks... After

several rounds of this, the loose short skirt could no longer hide it, revealing almost half of my white, round buttocks, and a third of my white panties were also showing. At this point, the men around us began to swallow more and more.

I was genuinely worried and regretful for making my wife angry, but... another inexplicable sense of excitement grew stronger and stronger. My wife, who was lying on her stomach, turned her head and seemed to be looking at me, searching for my expression in her eyes.

Seeing that my wife offered little resistance in her exposed state, the masseur became bolder, massaging her buttocks upwards several times. Using this momentum, he slowly pulled her loose skirt up to her waist, revealing her entire round, smooth buttocks, including her panties. The masseur then kneaded and massaged her buttocks through her panties. He

seemed to use a bit too much force, and two or three faint red finger marks could be seen on the exposed area of her buttocks.

At this point, the masseuse explained that it's important to stay hydrated during a massage, preferably with salt water. They also had warm saline solution for women's menstrual health. A staff member brought it to my wife, who obediently drank the water and continued the massage…

I was wondering if there was anything wrong with the water. Despite my worry, the sight of my wife exposed to a group of strange, seemingly untrustworthy men overwhelmed my anxiety. My wife, lying on her side, looked at me with a satisfied expression, seemingly pleased with my stunned gaze…

The masseuse continued massaging my wife's buttocks, repeating the same movements two or three more times, and slowly opened her loose shorts, revealing her entire buttocks and underwear. She then began massaging down her thighs

, then her calves. I suddenly had a feeling that the masseuse and the other staff members, who seemed to be of questionable character, were exchanging glances, as if they were waiting for something… For some reason, I still felt there was something wrong with the water.

At this point, the masseur began massaging my wife's inner thighs, near the back of her knees, slowly sliding upwards and then back down. Because his hands were massaging near her knees, it naturally parted her legs slightly. Sometimes, instead of massaging, he would use a smooth, gliding motion, suddenly sliding up and down her inner thighs.

The masseur seemed to notice that this area was sensitive; in fact, I knew it was one of her sensitive spots. So, he focused on this area, gradually moving upwards until he was almost at the juncture of her inner thighs. I noticed my wife, lying face down, starting to pant softly.

Looking at her expression, I knew it was an expression of pleasure and arousal. How strange… had he gone a little too far? I started thinking that way. I kept watching my wife and gave her meaningful glances and a slight shake of my head to indicate that it was time to leave. But... oh my god, my wife's eyes seemed unfocused as she looked at me with her head turned to the side. I couldn't tell if she was even paying attention to me. In any case, her eyes seemed unfocused and hazy...

At this moment, the masseur spread my wife's legs apart even wider, explaining that he would massage the other leg first. Then, he gently bent one of my wife's legs, which was lying face down, and placed it on the bed. At this point, my wife's legs were in a position where one leg was straight and the other was slightly bent and spread outwards as she lay face down.

At this moment, the staff turned one of the booth lights on my wife's genitals, making it clear to everyone. Her panties were slightly damp…

The men around her were taking deep breaths as they watched. The masseuse massaged my wife's smooth thighs and calves, sometimes gently touching them, then switching back to massaging. Whenever she approached the inner thighs and genitals, my wife's moans seemed to increase slightly. After two or three repetitions, the masseuse suddenly explained that she would use their skin lotion to massage her legs. My wife,

still lying down, nodded slightly in agreement. The masseuse then took the lotion from the staff, lightly sprinkled it on my wife's legs, and rubbed it in, all the while saying things like, "Miss, your legs are so beautiful. This lotion will keep your skin even more beautiful," trying to coax my wife.

What I could hardly believe was that my wife's expression looked hazy, and she seemed quite comfortable. The masseuse continued applying the massage to her buttocks, saying she was worried about getting it on her skirt… so… Because of the distance, I couldn't hear what the masseuse whispered in my wife's ear, but I saw her nod, her eyes seemingly unfocused, and her face flushed.

At that moment, although I was filled with an unprecedented, inexplicable excitement, a sense of unease crept into my heart… yet, it was still mixed with excited anticipation.

(3) Losing control

Then I saw the masseuse gently massaging my wife's inner thighs with lotion, while telling the staff to come over and whispering to them. Then the masseuse stopped, and the staff came over and slowly pulled my wife's skirt down and took off the skirt...

Then they pushed my wife's top up a little, and then applied lotion to her waist. While applying it slowly upwards, the staff on the left and right pushed my wife's tight top higher and higher until it reached her armpits. The staff then gently pulled my wife's arms forward and straightened them, then pulled the top towards her hands and took off the top.

My wife suddenly seemed to want to sit up and grab her clothes, but the staff smiled and said they would fold and put the clothes away for her, so she shouldn't worry. Then the masseur gently pressed on my wife's back, and she lay down again...

At this point, my mind was getting emptier and emptier. I was worried, but also excited. I was watching my wife lying there in a place full of strange men, wearing only a bra and panties, while the masseur continued to apply lotion and massage her, down her back, then down to her waist, then on her buttocks outside her panties, and then slowly down to her legs...

Then, while saying that he would ask his apprentices to help, two staff members came over and massaged my wife's upper body with lotion, while the masseur massaged her legs and inner thighs with lotion. Seeing the pale white lotion on my wife's fair skin, under the light, made me feel as if men's semen had covered my wife's entire body.

The masseuse repeatedly reminded the two staff members, "Be careful! It might get on the lady's bra, be careful, it might get on..."

Then she leaned down and said something to my wife, who was lying face down. My wife's expression turned red and unfocused, and she nodded while breathing softly. Then the two staff members reached out to unhook my wife's bra at the back...

At that moment, my mind went blank. I felt I should stop. I wanted to shout and go in to get my wife out, that would be the fastest and most direct way. But... oh my god

... the staff member smiled and said they weren't very good at unhooking bras and were afraid of breaking them. "Here... you can unhook it yourself..."

After saying that, they pulled my wife's hands to the back of her bra and guided her to the clasp. Then... my wife, under their guidance, unhooked her bra herself.

The masseur, while massaging my wife's legs, remarked that her underwear would get wet...

He then slowly pulled my wife's panties down, pausing at her thighs as if to check for resistance. My wife, however, remained dazed, lying face down, softly panting. So the masseur boldly removed all of my wife's panties from her legs and handed them to another staff member...

And just like that... my wife was lying naked in front of this group of shifty-eyed men. My mind went completely blank; I couldn't think straight. It was an unprecedented, inexplicably stimulating sensation, a rush of heat through my body. I... was stunned...

The masseur and another staff member were applying lotion to my wife's upper body, one gently stroking her buttocks and legs, the other applying it to her back. Some of the lotion dripped down onto the sides of my wife's breasts, her 35D breasts bulging outwards from the pressure of her lying face, the lotion sliding down these bulges.

The masseuse was applying lotion to my wife's bare buttocks and began boldly squeezing and slightly parting them with her palms.

Meanwhile, the masseuse massaging my wife's upper body noticed that her waist seemed quite sensitive, and the groove along her spine was also quite responsive. So, she gently stroked down her spine, then slid her palms down to her waist, and then pushed upwards to the sides of her breasts, repeating the process.

Then the masseuse told my wife to continue massaging her legs in the same position as before, with one leg straight and the other bent. Good heavens, my wife was wearing underwear before, but not now! This position, with her legs spread apart, even though she was lying face down, still clearly showed... most of my wife's genitals.

I don't know if it was lotion or my wife's vaginal fluid, but everyone could clearly see that my wife's labia were wet and sticky. The masseur, while massaging her inner thighs, would occasionally brush his hand across her labia.

At this point, a few men nearby, who had been discussing my wife's naked body, said something that made me realize I should stop. They said they'd bought that lotion from that stall before; it was an aphrodisiac that would irritate women, especially when applied to sensitive areas like the nipples and labia, turning even a lady into a wanton woman…!

I was astonished. Regardless of whether what those men said was true or not, I saw my wife start panting heavily, the panting getting louder and louder. At that moment, I knew I had to stop!

So I shouted loudly: "Wife… Wife…!"

Huh? My wife was still expressionless, panting, not looking in any direction, unresponsive?

Then another staff member who had been quietly watching suddenly shouted, "Haha… Do you guys like this woman? If you do, shout 'Wife, I love you!'!"

Then, the men around me started shouting, "Wife, wife, I love you! Wife, come home with me!!" "Beautiful wife...you're so amazing!!" "You're mine...wife!!"

Wow, I was shouting "wife" too, but my voice was completely drowned out by everyone else's shouts. The staff member who had started the commotion looked tall and muscular, with a face full of fat, so I'll call him Tall Guy. He was pointing at the masseuses and the other staff member and saying something, but it was too noisy to hear. I tried to squeeze to the front, but after a couple of tries, the people in front of me seemed annoyed, and several of them turned around and glared at me.

Before I could even think about what to do next, what I saw next stunned me. I saw the masseuse and the staff member suddenly help my wife sit up, and the masseuse grabbed my wife's hands on either side and pulled them back slightly, pretending to massage her hands.

My wife sat up completely naked, facing everyone. Her hands were being pulled back and massaged, one on each side. Her full breasts involuntarily thrust forward, swaying with the vibrations of the massage. Suddenly, everyone around fell silent, stunned by the incredibly alluring sight of my wife. Even I was speechless; a strange excitement completely overwhelmed me.

My wife sat naked on the bed, clearly visible to this group of shifty-eyed men. The masseuse had a staff member behind her, constantly pulling her hands back and massaging them. Meanwhile, the masseuse applied some lotion to my wife's chest, then dipped her hands in it and wrapped them around her from behind, applying it to her lower abdomen.

For some reason, when the masseuse touched my wife's lower abdomen, her whole body trembled slightly. Then she slowly moved her hands up to her breasts. At this time, my wife's moans, combined with the vibration from the massage hands, made her breasts sway even more.

Suddenly, the masseuse slid her hands, which were covered in lotion, directly onto her 35D breasts. At this moment, I saw my wife suddenly moan even more.

(4)

I really wanted to stop her at this moment because everyone's eyes were strange. I shouted loudly, "Wife... Wife... It's me... Stop, let's go home!!"

As a result, the people around me started shouting again, "Come home with me, wife! Wife, you're so great... Come home with me! I love you! Wife! Keep going...!"

Everyone's emotions were getting higher and higher. I wanted to push forward, and everyone pushed and shoved forward. At this time, several staff members came out. They were all very strong and blocked the way. They shouted, "If you keep pushing and shoving, we'll close up and stop the show!!"

There was some chaos at this point, even some shouting prices amidst the noise. But the scene on stage suddenly silenced everyone, leaving them stunned.

One staff member was still holding my wife's hands behind her back, while another was embracing her naked body from the right rear, massaging her breasts with both hands. Meanwhile, the masseuse was massaging her thighs in front, slowly sliding inwards to spread her legs apart.

The person holding her hands pulled her naked body backwards, while the masseuse in front, while massaging her inner thighs, instructed two staff members to come over, one on each side, and fold her legs upwards…

Everyone was dumbfounded. My wife was not only completely naked in front of everyone, with her legs spread and folded, but also being pulled backwards by the person behind her, causing her genitals to be lifted forward and upwards, making her entire vulva completely visible.

It seemed the lotion was working on my wife's sensitive areas, along with the effects of the medicine from the glass of water. At this point, my wife's expression was unfocused, and she offered no resistance.

The masseur then began massaging the inside of my wife's thighs, slowly moving closer and closer to her genitals, observing her reaction. Next, the masseur boldly reached out and massaged my wife's labia majora, separating them to reveal the inner labia. At this point, my wife's body began to tremble, and her moans grew increasingly rapid.

Two large breasts were being massaged by the man behind me… no, at this point it wasn't a massage anymore, it was caressing. The man behind me boldly and directly caressed and rubbed my wife's breasts, constantly teasing her nipples. Meanwhile, the masseuse used one hand to stroke her inner and outer labia, while the other hand teased and rubbed her clitoris. The men around us cheered and applauded in unison.

At this moment, I saw my wife's panting become more rapid, and she began to moan, and her lower abdomen began to twitch… I was all too familiar with this scene; it meant my wife's vagina and genitals were becoming increasingly aroused, and she was about to climax.

Looking at the six people on the stage—one on each side, one behind, and one in front—caressing and rubbing my wife's naked body, my inexplicable excitement reached its peak. But I still reflexively tried to push forward, to rescue my wife. Finally, a very burly staff member came over and forcefully pushed me to the ground.

I immediately stood up, ready to fight the staff member, no matter how strong he was. But the staff member approached me first, apologizing in a thick Taiwanese accent, then offered me betel nuts and cigarettes, asking if I wanted some.

I shouted, "That's my wife on stage! I want to take her away! Take her away!"

The people around me went wild again, all shouting, "I want to take her home too! She's mine! She's my wife!!

" The staff member said helplessly, "I know the performance is great, but we can't expect everyone to say they're his wife, can we?"

I continued shouting, "She really is my wife! She really is! Let me go on stage, my wife will recognize me immediately!!"

Then everyone joined in, shouting, "I want to go on stage too! I want to take her back! I want her! I want her!!"

I was about to shout again when the tall, muscular staff member put his arm around my shoulder, like a good friend putting his arm around me, and whispered,

"Hey, you want to take that woman back? It's simple… later we'll…"

I immediately interrupted him, retorting, "What? That woman?!" That's my wife!!

I pulled out a photo from my wallet—our wedding photo. The staff member paused, looked at me, and told me to wait while he handled it. He then went back to the stage and seemed to be discussing something with the others, pointing and whispering about me.

Strange…are these people staff? Why are there so many of them? I realized…these people aren't legitimate. I started to calmly observe them, and I noticed…two vans had already arrived. The staff on the stage weren't originally from this stall; they seemed to be guys or thugs who had come later.

I also noticed that many stalls in the market were already packing up. Apparently, we came out late; it was already 11:30…

The more I felt something was wrong, the more I decided to resort to my last resort: calling the police! I also called my friends to bring reinforcements for a rescue!!

Suddenly, the man who had just spoken to me on stage came down again, this time with a shorter man. He kept bowing and apologizing, asking who I was about to call.

He told me it was all a misunderstanding, and they didn't know the woman wasn't alone. They said she had volunteered to go on stage, and since I hadn't intervened or stopped her at first, they felt they'd been tricked.

Seeing my wife being nearly assaulted by those men, I started to panic. I said to the man, "Yes…it was my wife who volunteered, and I didn't stop her. I was wrong. But in this situation, my wife will be dragged off and gang-raped. I need to stop this and take my wife home!" The man sighed and

laughed, "You must have a fetish for showing your wife to others or for raping her, right?"

I was about to deny it when he laughed and said, "Don't deny it. Let's talk about serious matters. To be honest, we ultimately wanted to take your wife home, but you'll definitely call the police or won't let it go. We're out having fun and don't want to get wanted or cause unnecessary trouble for a woman. We'll let your wife go home with you."

At that moment, I breathed a sigh of relief, but he continued, "But look, a bunch of men in the audience are going crazy because of your wife. I just told those guys on stage, and they're very unhappy because your wife offered herself to them first."

I was about to retort, but I stopped and listened to him, because I felt there was something veiled in his words. The man continued, "Your wife volunteered to come up on stage for everyone to play with, and you didn't stop her because you wanted to watch. We just wanted to have some fun. Although we can't have sex with your wife, there's... a way to have the best of both worlds."

I eagerly said I should continue, and the man leaned closer and whispered, "

We won't have sex with your wife. We'll just make her orgasm a few times on stage like this, and we'll use our men to block these crazy men from falling off the stage, making sure your wife isn't dragged down, but without giving anything away, so that the audience can enjoy the show."

He took a drag of his cigarette and continued, "

So... at the end, we'll pretend to let everyone bid for your wife to spend the night with you, but we've conspired to have you win the bid so you can take her away. That way, you can satisfy your fetish of seeing your wife exposed, and I can also give myself an explanation. Those guys on stage can have some fun with your wife, but don't worry, we won't have sex with her. It'll also satisfy the audience. How about that?! I'm their second-in-command; they'll listen to me!"

I was stunned. It really was a brilliant, win-win solution. The man continued, "If you don't agree, I'll pretend I didn't see that. Go on stage and take your wife away. But I don't know if they on stage and those men in the audience will let you take her."

I don't want to see that kind of ending. If you're going to do that, I'm leaving now because I don't want to see a bad outcome. Also, don't call the police or ask anyone for help, otherwise things will definitely get out of control. I don't know what will happen. And those guys on stage, they just took a lot of pictures of your wife. If you call the police and have those guys arrested, I'm afraid they'll use those photos to retaliate against you later...

Anyway... if you follow my method, you'll be able to take your wife home soon, how about it? Brother, is it a deal?

This man is no ordinary person. I was temporarily persuaded by him. He agreed to stay by my side and said that if I had any questions or concerns, I could talk to him directly. Actually, he was right...

I wanted to see my wife in this state, but I was worried that my wife might not be able to come back later and that she would be gang-raped by everyone. The man's solution solved all my concerns...

At this moment, the man gave the people on stage an OK sign. I nodded to indicate that I was willing to let them continue to play with my wife like this...

The people on stage also nodded and lewdly smiled at each other, as if they were about to start playing with my wife even more intensely. At this moment, I suddenly felt an indescribable sense of tension. Even her husband was letting those people on stage continue. I didn't know how far they would play with her...

(5) Gang Sex

At this moment, I noticed that my wife on stage had her hands tied behind her back at some point!

My wife sat naked on the edge of the bed, leaning back against another person. Her legs were spread wide and folded together, held by one person on each side. The masseur used a vibrator coated with some kind of ointment-like liquid; a tube of ointment was also placed beside the bed. He turned the vibrator on and rotated it rapidly, slowly parting my wife's labia majora and minora before inserting it and quickly thrusting into her vagina.

Her two large breasts were being vigorously kneaded and shaped into strange forms by the two people on either side, leaving red finger marks on her fair skin. My wife was panting heavily, her lower abdomen was convulsing rapidly, and her whole body was trembling uncontrollably. I knew from this scene… my wife was on the verge of orgasm; she was about to climax.

This scene aroused the lust of the group of shifty-eyed men in the audience, who shouted wildly. My wife's moans on stage suddenly grew louder. I saw the masseuse who had been violently thrusting a rotating vibrator into my wife earlier now had another person add a different vibrating dildo, spinning it at high speed to directly stimulate my wife's clitoris.

I know my wife's body best; if her clitoris is stimulated while she's on the verge of orgasm, she won't be able to handle it. My God, I promised them they would only play with my wife and not have sex, but I never imagined that just playing with her would lead to this.

However, a strange sense of excitement filled my mind and body. My initial worry subsided, and it seemed that what the man had said to me really had a brainwashing and calming effect. I was now staring blankly at the scene of my wife being played with by those men...

Sure enough, my wife's lower abdomen began to convulse violently, turning into muscle spasms. Her entire naked body trembled, and she suddenly straightened up as if trying to sit up, but was grabbed by the people behind her. Her two legs, which were being held open, were clearly red from being gripped so tightly, showing that my wife was trying to squeeze her legs together tightly at this moment.

Under the combined effects of the oral medication and the aphrodisiac ointment, coupled with the group's collective manipulation, my wife's eyes were completely glazed over. Her small mouth remained open, moaning and drooling. My God… my wife seemed on the verge of collapse…

Finally, I heard my wife let out a loud, delicate cry, and her body went limp. They stopped, and the vibrating dildo was withdrawn. Everyone could clearly see that as soon as the dildo was pulled out of her vagina, liquid flowed out, soaking her entire vulva. I couldn't tell if it was ointment, lotion, or vaginal fluid.

I knew my wife had already reached a full orgasm. Every time she did this, she would collapse, dazed, and lean against me to rest. But now, instead of me, she was surrounded by those wolves and tigers. Would they let my wife rest…?

Sure enough, this time it was another man between my wife's spread legs. He held a small, semi-transparent film canister containing a dark, ointment-like liquid. He dipped his index and middle fingers in it and slowly inserted both fingers into my wife's vagina.

I anxiously asked the man beside me what kind of ointment it was.

He reassured me, saying it was an aphrodisiac that directly stimulated the G-spot inside a woman's vagina. He said he'd give me two bottles to take home, and mysteriously smiled, saying it would make women completely submissive. The ingredients were expensive, but he was giving it to me as a gift…

I was still worried about the ointment… but what worried me even more was how long it would take.

I impatiently asked the man again, and he reassured me that he would keep an eye on her and stop her if she really couldn't take it anymore. Then he proceeded to the final part: taking my wife home for the night. I started to get aroused. This man's constant smile only made me feel more and more uneasy.

Suddenly, my wife straightened her naked body on the stage and began to moan softly. A man was seen inserting two fingers, coated with ointment, into her vagina, presumably searching for her G-spot. His fingers moved around inside her, searching but not penetrating deeply.

It was getting late, and all the market stalls along the riverbank had closed, leaving only our stall still crowded. My wife's moans suddenly grew louder, sounding even more helpless in the empty suburban riverbank.

It seemed the man had found her G-spot, constantly probing inside her vagina with his two fingers. The men who had been playing with her breasts had changed; now two men, one on each side, were vigorously rubbing her breasts. Sometimes they even sucked on her nipples. At this point, my wife's body began to tremble again.

I knew my wife was about to have another orgasm. I knew her body well; if her G-spot was being played with and her nipples were being sucked, she simply couldn't take it. I'd accidentally made her faint a few times before. So, as I watched them do that to my wife with worry, my initial inexplicable excitement slowly faded, replaced by worry and tension…

I saw my wife being played with by several men on the edge of the bed. Her two large breasts were being sucked by men on either side, while another man was playing with her G-spot. My wife's trembling grew more and more intense, her moans grew louder, and the spasms in her lower abdomen became more and more violent. I knew my wife's vagina was about to give out.

Everyone around us was making low, rhythmic moans, "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!"

At this moment, I noticed that my wife's entire hips began to twist rhythmically. She wasn't conscious; her expression and eyes were completely unfocused.

Just then, another guy on stage suddenly pulled down his pants, took out his already erect penis, and leaned towards my wife. I suddenly shouted loudly to the guy next to me, "Hey!!"

The guy seemed taken aback by my sudden address, glaring at me with a displeased expression. I looked back at the stage and saw the guy shove his erect penis directly into my wife's small mouth.

The guy next to me smiled again and said to me, "Just call me Second Boss. Usually, when people call me 'Hey,' that guy's jaw will be dislocated... But as a good brother, don't do that next time."

I didn't care who the boss was, and I directly confronted him, saying, "Didn't we agree not to take out your penis?"

The guy laughed and said, "I told you I promised I wouldn't do it to your wife. They only do oral sex." I helplessly continued watching, a mix of worry and inexplicable excitement.

At this moment, I saw my wife on the edge of the bed on the platform. Her hips, which had been swaying rhythmically, were now writhing erratically all over. Her mouth was stuffed full of the man's penis, preventing her from making a sound. Her breasts were being rubbed and sucked, leaving many red claw marks on her fair skin. There were even clear bite marks around one of her nipples. The man who had been stimulating my wife's G-spot with his fingers had switched to using three fingers to rapidly thrust in and out of her vagina.

Suddenly, my wife pulled her mouth away from the man's penis, letting out loud, moaning, groaning cries. Her whole body trembled violently, and her lower abdomen convulsed violently. The men below were excitedly shouting… Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!

I guessed my wife was about to have a breakdown and orgasm, but time passed, and my wife continued to be played with like this, orgasming, for so long. Why was my wife's orgasm lasting so long this time?

As I watched my wife on the stage, she continued to be on the verge of collapse, but it still hadn't ended... I immediately thought of the dark ointment from earlier and was worried. Suddenly, I saw my wife start to urinate and urinate out. Everyone cheered loudly when they saw this. The man who was playing with my wife's vagina was violently stirring her vagina with his fingers.

At this moment, I began to regret agreeing to their request. It seemed that even if they didn't do it to my wife, just playing with her like this was worse than doing it directly. Looking at my wife's naked body on the stage, helplessly being abused, my wife's lewd cries on the verge of collapse sounded even more helpless in this desolate open space outside the riverbank in the middle of the night. The unprecedented excitement in my heart was mixed with more worry and regret. I thought helplessly, it should be over soon, right?

(6) Extremely cruel

. Two or three of the men on the stage were playing with my wife while looking at the men below the stage with a ferocious lewd smile, as if it meant showing off their masterpiece.

Two of the men were waving their hands up and down, gesturing for the audience to cheer loudly, and the men in the audience joined in the excited shouts.

My wife still hadn't collapsed; her whole body continued to tremble violently, and her lower abdomen was cramping intensely. I had never seen my wife in such a near-climax state for so long…

Then another man took the high-speed rotating vibrator and directly stimulated my wife's clitoris. Another man also took a long, thin, rotating vibrator and inserted it into my wife's vagina.

My God, I saw these three men simultaneously playing with and stimulating my wife's vagina!

One used two fingers to quickly insert and stimulate the G-spot inside her vagina, one used the long, thin vibrator to stir and wildly thrust into her vagina, and one used a high-speed rotating vibrator to stimulate her clitoris.

My wife's vagina was being simultaneously stirred and penetrated by the long, thin vibrator and another man's fingers, while her clitoris was also being stimulated. Suddenly, my wife let out a loud, lewd moan, and her whole body stiffened. Her

naked body trembled and twisted violently. The man behind her grabbed her large breasts and pulled her back against them, preventing her from escaping their ministrations.

At this moment, fluid kept gushing from my wife's vagina; I couldn't tell if it was urine or vaginal fluid.

My wife's completely naked body was writhing and trembling violently!

She seemed on the verge of collapse, trying to break free from their ministrations but unable to. The man behind her was tightly holding her, his breasts were being gripped, and her legs were being spread open and held down; she couldn't escape.

I turned to the second-in-command and said, "My wife can't take it anymore! Stop!

" The man said, "Didn't you promise you'd stop? Anything else is fine, right?

But I've been insisting on stopping!"

He gave a wry smile and said, "Okay, okay, I'll go up and talk to them."

So I watched as the second-in-command went up on stage and whispered among himself, seemingly discussing something, while the men who were tormenting my wife continued their frenzied abuse.

Suddenly, my wife's head snapped back, and she screamed hysterically, her naked body convulsing and writhing violently.

My wife's large breasts were being vigorously rubbed and squeezed by the man behind her, distorted into shapes I'd never seen before. Her labia were being filled with fingers and a vibrator, constantly spurting fluid. Meanwhile,

the second-in-command was still on stage discussing with several men, pointing and seemingly giving orders, but my wife continued this frenzied abuse.

Suddenly, my wife's cries stopped, but she was still tilting her head back, her mouth wide open, panting heavily, her whole body still trembling violently, her lower abdomen convulsing intensely.

I was quite familiar with this reaction; it should be an imminent, overwhelming climax followed by collapse. But why was this reaction continuing for so long? I'd never seen my wife like this before.

At that moment, I pointed directly at the second-in-command on stage, signaling to stop them!

I saw him nod vigorously in agreement, giving me an "OK" sign, and pointing at me with the man next to him.

Seeing me point so rudely at the second-in-command, the man suddenly pointed at me too, his face contorted with rage, and tried to rush off the stage towards me. I saw the second-in-command quickly block him, pulling and pushing him back onto the stage.

At this moment, I saw the man looking displeased, gesturing and pointing at the men who were frantically abusing my wife, saying something I couldn't make out. Then he grabbed the microphone and shouted to the audience… “Let’s fuck this woman to death! Okay?”

The audience reached their peak of excitement, shouting in unison, “Okay! Okay! Okay!”

Before I could even continue shouting at the second-in-command to stop them, I saw the men on stage simultaneously transform their actions of abusing my wife into extremely intense and frenzied abuse.

I saw the man using the high-speed rotating vibrator begin thrusting and pumping violently into my wife’s vagina.

And the man with his fingers also began thrusting and churning her vagina very rapidly, frantically stimulating her G-spot.

The man who had been stimulating my wife's clitoris with a high-speed rotating vibrator also started rubbing it back and forth very rapidly.

Suddenly, my wife's completely naked body began to writhe violently and hysterically, her head still tilted back, gasping loudly and hysterically, a thick drool dripping from her mouth. Her lower abdomen began to convulse even more rapidly and violently than before—I'd never seen anything like it.

The man behind her tightly embraced her upper body and breasts from behind, not allowing her to escape their ministrations despite her hysterical movements. Her breasts were squeezed so hard they were deeply indented.

My God… these men only cared about their own pleasure, completely disregarding whether my wife would be hurt. I kept shouting for the second-in-command on stage to stop!

But I couldn't see the second-in-command calling me repeatedly. I saw him pointing backstage, ordering the disgruntled man to go back. The men in the audience, witnessing my wife being subjected to extreme abuse on stage, were in a frenzy.

Then I saw the second-in-command pushing the man backstage, the man glaring at me fiercely as he reluctantly went.

Meanwhile, the men on stage continued their frenzied abuse of my wife's naked body. Her current reactions, bordering on climax, were completely different from before. I'd never seen her like this before, and I'd never seen her last this long. I immediately thought of those aphrodisiacs and ointments—those were demonic drugs…! I couldn't bear it anymore

! I decided to rush in and stop them! But first, I decided to call the police and ask my friends for help. I knew it would be difficult to snatch my wife directly from those men on stage; at least there was hope that I could hold out until the police arrived.

My call to the police went through!

My first words were that my wife was being held hostage by a group of thugs. My second sentence was about which county/city I was in, near a bridge on a riverbank, and that there was a market there. Just as the police were about to repeat themselves, four or five men from the audience suddenly bumped into us, causing us to fall. The men were all laughing and apologizing, saying the performance on stage was too exciting.

I immediately stood up because my phone had been knocked away!

I didn't care about their apologies and jokes; I was focused on finding my phone on the ground. The men quickly disappeared into the crowd. My mind was racing… What a coincidence! I had only called the police halfway through!

I wasn't even in the direction of the shoving… Could those people…?

There was no time to think about it anymore. I looked back at the stage and saw my wife's head was tilted back, slumped over, turned towards the audience, her eyes half-open, half-closed, only half-open, her gaze unfocused. This reaction was familiar; my wife must have fainted. But even though her eyes weren't glazed over, they were still half-open, her head limp. I couldn't tell if my wife had fainted or was still on the verge of a breakdown orgasm. I'd never seen anything like it before…

Her whole body was still trembling and shaking violently, her lower abdomen was still convulsing rapidly. My God… Was my wife's body and vagina still on the verge of a breakdown orgasm?

I didn't know! I'd never seen any of these reactions from my wife's body before. I tried to go around to the side and rush onto the stage, but as soon as I moved, the audience below pushed and shoved, and some of them followed me to the side, blocking the men in the audience, and then two or three more people pushed over.

A thought suddenly flashed through my mind: why, from the beginning until now, whenever I moved in one direction, were there always men pushing and shoving me, only to be blocked by the men blocking my way?

I didn't have time to think about it further, because I continued to push my way out of the crowd, trying to find a chance to rush onto the stage. I predicted the police would arrive soon.

At this moment, the second-in-command ran back from backstage to the crowd we were pushing, shouting with a wry smile, "Everyone, be quiet, don't push, enjoy the show!"

I wondered again, why didn't he stop those people on stage from excessively abusing my wife? Was he stalling for time?

I kept shouting at him, telling him to go up on stage and stop them, but the crowd was pushing and shoving, and the scene was somewhat chaotic. The second-in-command wasn't looking in my direction; he was busy dealing with the men blocking us, seemingly trying to calm and control the situation. As a result, the most frenzied and intense abuse of my wife on stage continued.

The second-in-command saw me then and immediately nodded. He slowly walked onto the stage and discussed something with the men who were still abusing my wife. They were all nodding and lewdly smiling. At that moment, the men actually stopped their most intense abuse and moved away from the bedside to let my wife rest.

However, my wife's body continued to tremble violently, and her lower abdomen was still contracting rapidly. Her head was limp and turned towards the audience, her eyes were still half-open and half-closed, and her gaze was unfocused.

Looking at the lewd smiles of the men on and off the stage, and my wife, naked and convulsing on the bed, in this empty suburban riverbank late at night, I felt as if I were in a hellish space...

(7) The lewd scheme

finally stopped, and I breathed a sigh of relief, but I was really worried because my wife was still convulsing violently...

However, I was still hoping that the police would arrive later, but... I had only talked for half the time, and I didn't know if the police had heard the correct location. To make matters worse, my phone was also missing...

At this time, my wife's violent convulsions eased a little, but the men on the stage started shouting again, "Don't stop! Continue! Let that woman have sex to death!"

The men on the stage were very excited. It seemed that they were not satisfied with why it had stopped. These men did not care whether my wife would be played to death. They only cared about seeing her have sex. It seemed that the men on the stage were about to lose control again. I thought, could it be... that another wave is about to begin?

I held up my index finger and shook it at the second-in-command on stage, signaling him to stop!

He nodded vigorously, indicating he understood.

On stage, he picked up the microphone and tried to smooth things over, saying, "

Everyone, calm down. Let's take this woman to the back to rest. There'll be something even more exciting later, okay?"

The men in the audience shouted, "Okay! Okay! It'll be even more exciting later..."

Just that one sentence silenced the frenzied men. The second-in-command shrugged at me, as if to say, "Don't worry, he's taken care of it!"

Suddenly, I had a feeling that the second-in-command was actually helping me. Was he really that kind? Impossible…!

At that moment, I thought that if the call to the police had been successful, they should be able to rescue my wife when they arrived. Thinking of this, I felt much more relaxed and began to pay attention to my surroundings, so I could use them if things got out of control. Just then, the man who had been aggressively rushing at me earlier came out from backstage. I noticed he was very tall and strong. He glanced at me, a wicked smirk playing on his lips, then bent down and picked up my wife, whose body was still twitching slightly.

Watching him carry my naked wife to the back, I felt a pang of unease. I wanted to rush onto the stage, but I held back, because I was waiting for the police, and I couldn't let him ruin my wait. I saw the second-in-command reverse into a black sedan backstage. Then I saw the man carrying my wife, with another man helping him open the car door, place my naked wife in the empty back seat, and tell them all to leave. Then the second-

in-command got out of the driver's seat and walked towards me. He smiled casually and said, "Don't worry, let your wife rest and sleep for a while. I'm on your side... Haha!"

I nodded again, feigning gratitude, and continued, "

If you really want to help me, you should let me take my wife home right away!"

Of course, I didn't trust this second-in-command at all; he couldn't possibly be that kind. So, I pretended, waiting for an opportunity to act as it arose. I had to find a way to at least safely rescue my wife. I didn't care about my fate, even losing my life, but I had to be sure I could get my wife out safely!

Suddenly, the second-in-command leaned closer and whispered, "

Brother, I've been by your side almost the whole time, and helped you with so many things, but I still haven't even touched your wife!"

Hearing this, I thought to myself, "See? He's showing his true colors." I immediately said coldly, "What do you want...? To play with my wife until she dies...?"

"Oh dear, it's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding," the second-in-command smiled and continued, "

Well, it's like this, I suddenly have something urgent to take care of and need to leave for a while, but I haven't even had a chance to touch your wife yet... Anyway, your wife needs to rest, so..."

He continued cautiously, "

I'll drive that black car over there and park it a little further away before I leave, so your wife can rest safely in the car for 3-4 hours. I'll strictly order them to stay here with you and no one else is allowed near the car, okay? I've done so much for you, so when I get back I should be able to touch your wife's amazing body! Then you can take her home, that's it!"

For a moment, I couldn't figure out what kind of wicked plan the second-in-command was plotting. I simply replied, "Okay! I'll wait for you to come back, but when you do, you can only touch and play with her alone, no more group activities, and no more doing anything like what happened before that almost caused something serious to my wife!

Then we'll end tonight's business and I can take my wife home!"

I was mentally calculating, was this my chance? Of course, I should quickly agree to his request and make a few more tentative requests to see how he would respond. The longer I could stall, the better my chances of getting the police to arrive. Sigh… if my phone wasn't missing, it would be easier to call for help later…

The second-in-command immediately became very polite and said, "Of course, of course, I told you not to worry too much, hah…"

Then I watched him walk back to the driver's seat. I really couldn't figure out what was wrong. This guy agreed so readily; he must have some kind of plan in mind…

I saw the second-in-command drive the black sedan towards the backstage area, but it seemed to get stuck. He leaned out of the window and shouted to the back, "How did you guys drive here?"

Several men pointed and said loudly that you couldn't drive straight through; there was a muddy area in the middle where you'd get stuck. You had to go around the small hill on the left side of the backstage area; that way, the road would be paved.

I watched coldly, wondering if he was going to speed away and take my wife with him?

However, if they wanted to do that, I think they would have killed me and taken my wife away long ago, instead of delaying until now. So I really can't understand what kind of wicked idea they are up to.

I saw the second-in-command drive his black sedan around to the backstage area, behind a small hill that was only about one story high. You couldn't see behind it from this side. Then I saw the black sedan emerge from the other side of the hill and slowly pull up to a stop a short distance from the backstage area.

The second-in-command got out and hopped back, giving instructions: "Nobody is allowed to disturb that woman! And absolutely no one is allowed to get close!!"

Then he came over and grinned foolishly at me, saying, "Don't do anything reckless. He'll definitely let me take my wife home in the end. He said he's helped me so much, and he hopes I won't suddenly run off and snatch her away!

Wait for him to come back so he can have his fun..."

I slowly nodded, pretending to agree, but in my mind, something was definitely wrong. His way of speaking was completely different from before. Was he really rushing off somewhere to do something? Anyway, I figured the longer I delayed, the better the chances of the police arriving.

Just then, I saw the second-in-command running quite fast, talking on his cell phone as he ran towards the backstage area on the left... I suddenly seemed to realize something.

But two men tapped me on the right, interrupting my thoughts. I turned around; these two were clearly skilled fighters, yet they were both very polite to me, saying that since the second-in-command wasn't available, I could contact them if I needed anything... I thought to myself, "Hmph, too much politeness always has a trick up its sleeve..."

They're obviously sending two thugs to monitor and control me, aren't they?

I glanced at the black sedan where my wife was resting not far backstage, thinking, "Would these wolves and tigers really let my wife rest like this?

They must have even more wicked plans waiting for them."

Thinking this, I turned to my left and saw the second-in-command on the backstage area on the left. At that moment, the two men on my right tapped me again and called to me. I turned around, and they asked if I wanted a cigarette.

I impatiently said I already had one and turned my head back to the left. I turned to the left reflexively because I didn't want to see these two men.

But then they called me again, and one of the men even went around to my left, blocking my view. Suddenly, I had a feeling that these two men had prevented me from looking in that direction two or three times before…

At this moment, I glared at the man on my left and coldly said, “What? Are you already planning to kill me?”

They both took a step back, waving their hands and quickly denying it. I took the opportunity to look around at the situation to my left, glancing everywhere, because I felt that they had just intentionally prevented me from looking in that direction.

However, I didn’t see anything special, but I did see the second-in-command get into an SUV on the backstage left rear and drive quickly further and further away from the riverbank. Once on the riverbank, he got off on the other side. At this moment, the man on my left came over again, blocking my view, and asked me if I wanted some betel nut.

I ignored him, found a chair and sat down, took out a cigarette, and the two men next to me immediately lit it for me. As I smoked, I quietly watched the black sedan not far from the backstage area, trying to calm down and think things through.

At this moment, some men on and off the stage started getting their phones ring, and they quickly left to start the cars and motorcycles parked around them. Oh? Suddenly, four men in one car and two men on each of the two motorcycles were leaving?

I thought to myself, even better, it would be best if they all left. However, there were still nearly 30 men on and off the stage. I watched as the cars and motorcycles that were leaving quickly drove further and further away towards the riverbank on the left rear...

I coldly observed these men on and off the stage, and I noticed...

the remaining men on and off the stage seemed to be waiting for something, each doing some trivial things to pass the time.

Looking at these people on and off the stage, I noticed something else...

there weren't as many audience members as there had been the previous night. Perhaps some of the men in the audience before were actually spectators, but now, it was obvious that these remaining men who were originally spectators knew the people on stage.

I knew it! It wasn't a coincidence before. Whenever I tried to get onto the stage from one side, a group of audience members would swarm around me. I even tried to call the police on my phone, but I ended up being knocked down by several people, and my phone disappeared!

There were many of their people scattered throughout the audience, constantly monitoring me. Then I realized they weren't pretending to be audience members anymore. Did that mean they had achieved their mission? Perhaps even their goal? They must have achieved something, so what were they waiting for?

Just then, I heard the distant sound of police sirens from the other side of the riverbank. Great!! Forget all your conspiracies, the police are here!! Yes!! Yes!!

A feeling of excitement, like winning the lottery jackpot, washed over me.

Wait, wait a minute? The distant police sirens seemed to stop, then disappeared into the distance…? What happened? Weren't those the same police officers I just called?

Half an hour had passed, and some of their phones started ringing. The men whose phones rang immediately showed excited, lewd expressions. Some even glanced at me furtively. Something felt off. They quickly started their cars and motorcycles, and another car and two motorcycles drove off.

What was going on? Were they off work?

Getting ready to go find women to have fun? Whatever, I kept my eyes on my wife's black sedan, waiting for an opportunity to deal with these two men, snatch my wife, and escape. I didn't care about my life, but I had to be certain I'd rescue my wife.

Just then, the man next to me handed me his phone, saying the second-in-command wanted to speak to me. I took it and heard his helpless voice say that he'd just received a message that I'd called the police…

I grunted, not replying, and secretly observed the two men beside me. It seemed this call might mean the second-in-command was about to turn hostile, since he knew I'd called the police?

I figured I was in for a fierce fight. Looks like I'd have to fight alone in the end. Okay, let's go!

I was prepared to fight to the death!

The second-in-command continued, "Please, don't do anything reckless! The police matter has been resolved, it's all over!"

His concise and forceful words made me feel that he wasn't about to turn against me.

I asked the second-in-command on the phone, "How did you know I called the police?"

He said that he had people stationed on the other side of the riverbank, on both roads leading to the riverbank. The police were blocked by his men, and now that man claimed to have reported the incident. The police are probably going to find his girlfriend now. What a close call! He then whispered to me that he hadn't told the other brothers about this, otherwise my wife would have been taken away by them immediately and taken hostage, and she would never have come back... He

added with a wry smile, "Please, don't do anything reckless, otherwise it will be difficult for him to continue helping me!"

I coldly replied, "I just want to get my wife back quickly. You need to finish this quickly and come back to end this!"

He replied, "Okay, okay, don't rush, don't worry..." and then hung up.

I was surprised. It turned out that the entire riverbank was under their control. No matter if I fought back alone, called the police, or sought help, they had everything arranged to handle the situation.

But then I thought about how they didn't just kill me and forcibly take my wife away, and they've been trying to reassure me ever since. That was something I found strange...

I then strolled around the stage, and now no one was stopping me from going up.

Sigh... I had been trying to get on stage to save my wife, but I couldn't. Looking at the messy sheets on the bed and the liquid my wife had just leaked everywhere, I felt endless regret and heartache... It was all my weird fetish that ruined my wife.

(8)

The two men next to me also started ringing their phones one after another. They happily got into their cars and left. Then two other men came to follow me. They were tall and strong and looked like thugs. I didn't care who they came to. They were just there to monitor and control me.

When I got backstage, I couldn't go any further. The two men next to me stopped me. They politely said that the second-in-command had stipulated that no one could get too close to the black car where my wife was resting. I flipped through the

descriptions of the plasters sold at the stall, especially the aphrodisiacs and ointments. I was disgusted by them and didn't want to look at them anymore. I was wandering around the stage and backstage with a purpose. I was looking for an opportunity to secretly take a few things.

So, I kept an eye on the black car where my wife was resting, sometimes strolling slowly around the stage and audience area, sometimes sitting down to rest. After a few trips, I had secretly taken and hidden two items from my person: a folding knife and a switchblade. I checked the time; two and a half hours had passed.

These people kept leaving in groups of about six, and about four would come back…

Wait, they were all leaving with excited, lewd smiles, weren't they going home or out to play? Why are they all coming back? And I noticed that those who came back would sometimes glance at me with strange smiles. Could it be… they're waiting for the second-in-command to come back so they can continue to abuse my wife?

Several more men's phones rang, and they left again with excited, lewd smiles. A few more came back, and when our eyes met, they gave each other strange smiles.

More than four hours had passed. I didn't want to look at those men's faces. I glanced back at the black sedan in the distance, thinking that my wife should still be soundly asleep, so tired, so very tired...

Twice, I asked the two men to call the second-in-command for me, tentatively asking how much longer it would take for him to return. Each time, the second-in-command said it wouldn't be that soon. I was testing his return time because I was already planning my move!

I intended to use the two knives I carried to suddenly ambush and stab the two men beside me, then rush towards the black sedan and snatch my wife!

However, this plan required me to keep some distance from the group of men on my left, lest they catch up to me too quickly.

For the past four hours, I'd been wandering around the stage and the audience, purposefully testing their resolve. It seemed the group on my left was used to me wandering around like this. Good! I'd use this wandering to distance the two men beside me from that group!

I continued to stroll leisurely around the stage and audience area, with two men following me. I tried to gradually increase the distance between myself and the group of men.

While strategically wandering around, I occasionally glanced at the black car where my wife was resting, constantly imagining what it would be like if I successfully made it to her side. I even tried to think from the opposite perspective: how would they be wary of me?

Thinking this, I considered the opposite again… If I were the second-in-command, would I be so careless as to leave my wife in that black car? Perhaps the black car was just a decoy… a decoy… No way!?

I looked at the black car not far backstage and wondered… what if my wife wasn't in there?

Where would she be? Perhaps out of boredom, I continued this reverse thinking... A series of idioms and stories kept popping into my head... stealing the sky and replacing the sun, stealing the beam and replacing the pillar, the cat replacing the prince...

I noticed that several of those people's phones rang again, and then they left with the same excited, lewd grins. A few returned, and when our eyes met, strange smiles appeared on their faces...

Suddenly, something clicked in my mind, my head buzzed, and a sense of unease surged within me. I immediately checked my watch; it was almost 5 a.m., and the second-in-command had been gone for almost 5 hours...!

I looked at the black sedan where my wife was resting, thinking that my gaze had barely left it for long during this time. If I had to say what the gap in my not-seeing the black sedan was... Ah!! A small mound!

At this moment, I tried hard to piece together the strange parts of what had just happened. Those two men wouldn't let me look to the left… the small mound behind the left backstage… the second-in-command got into an SUV… no… no… the arrangement is wrong… there must be a connection…

I kept piecing together the fragments in my mind… the small mound… not letting me look to the left… the SUV leaving… some of these men leaving… some returning… their eyes and smiles were all strange… Ah! My mind suddenly went blank!! My God!!!

They transferred my wife to the SUV behind the small mound, then the black sedan drove out and parked not far from the backstage. The two men wouldn't let me look to the left because the SUV was going to drive out from behind the small mound. Some of these men left and some returned, their eyes and smiles were all strange because they were going to take turns having sex with my wife.

I turned around and saw several men return, then another few drove away, quickly disappearing up the riverbank. I stared in horror at the direction they went. I felt… my wife was in that direction, not backstage.

I looked back at the black sedan not far from backstage. Anxiety, anxiety, fear, and a whole host of other emotions rushed to my head. I checked my watch; it had been over five hours since she left… Oh no! …Damn it!

At this point, I was breathing heavily and had difficulty breathing. I found a chair and sat down. It wasn't because I was sick, but because an unprecedentedly complex mix of thoughts was crashing into my mind: fear, confusion, regret, self-blame, heartache, and anger…

The two men who had been following me must have noticed the undisguised change in my expression. One of them suddenly dialed his phone, then handed it to me, saying the second-in-command was looking for me. I took a deep breath and immediately calmed my terrified thoughts.

Because I realized that the man, seeing my change in expression, would immediately call the second-in-command…

This wasn't a simple situation. If I didn't stay calm, if I exposed their tricks on the phone, or if I turned on them, I knew my wife would never come back, because… my wife wasn't here at all, she was with them!!! I took the phone, and the second-in-command's first words were, "How are you? Is everything alright?"

Hearing this, I knew they were testing my reaction.

I thought to myself, at least get my wife back first, so I sighed and replied, "Come back! I want to take my wife home as soon as possible!"

The second-in-command then smiled and replied, "Okay! I'll go back now, but it's quite a distance, about an hour away!"

I found a chair and sat down listlessly, taking deep drags on my cigarette. I no longer wanted to keep staring at the black car not far away backstage. I had been worried they would find an opportunity to rush towards the car, but those worries were completely unnecessary.

I knew my wife had been taken somewhere by them and had been abused for over five hours straight. She was completely naked, and under the influence of the aphrodisiac and ointment, she was completely at their mercy for over five hours, even being taken in by these men continuously for over five hours... no! It was six hours...

All I could think about now was seeing my wife as soon as possible, while also trying to figure out how to talk to these men to get them to release her. As I pondered this, almost an hour finally passed, and it was getting a little light, almost 6 a.m.

Two or three cars and several motorcycles slowly drove up from the riverbank. I noticed that the SUV was still swaying slightly from side to side as it drove, indicating that they were still having sex with my wife inside.

The vehicles all stopped near the stage, and the people got out, bringing the number of people on and off the stage back to over 40. The second-in-command, who had also gotten out, smiled and walked towards me, but a man beside him blocked my left view. I just wanted to see my wife as soon as possible, so I didn't confront them. I turned my head away from my left, knowing that the SUV was about to circle around to the back of the small hill.

The second-in-command smiled at me without saying anything. I stood up, not wanting to say much, and only wearily uttered one sentence: "Bring my wife out, and then it's over!"

The second-in-command nodded without speaking and slowly walked towards the black sedan in the distance backstage. He circled behind a small mound, and after a moment, the black sedan emerged and drove backstage. At this point, many men gathered around me, standing in a circle.

I saw another tall, muscular, dark-skinned man approach the black sedan parked backstage, lift my naked wife from the back seat, carry her back to the stage, and place her on the bed. I noticed her hands were still bound behind her back. My wife's

entire body was still trembling rapidly, and she was panting heavily. The man deliberately turned her head towards the audience, her head limp and sideways.

Her eyes were half-open and half-closed, completely unfocused, staring blankly at something. A trickle of saliva, or some other liquid, hung from the corner of her mouth.

Her lower abdomen was still convulsing rapidly. This sight was familiar; it meant my wife's vagina had just finished a series of excessive stimulations.

My wife's large breasts were covered with numerous dark and light scratches and red finger marks, and there were several bite marks around her nipples. Her entire body was also covered with scratches and red finger marks.

At this moment, the second-in-command, seeing that I hadn't said anything, moved closer to my side, looking at me without speaking. I knew he was watching to see how I would react.

Then, several people on the stage moved closer to the bedside and helped my wife up to sit on the edge of the bed, letting her lean back against the man behind her. Two men on either side of her each grabbed one of her legs and spread them wide apart, facing the audience. Her entire vulva and labia were completely and clearly visible.

My God… how can I describe it… a complete mess!! I can only describe my wife's entire vulva as an utter mess.

My wife's labia majora and minora were turned outwards and spread open. She wasn't like this before. I know that it's because she just finished a series of intense sexual encounters. Her entire labia majora and minora were covered in a sticky white liquid, and even the pubic hair around them and the inner thighs nearby were covered in it.

Between her disfigured, everted labia majora, white, sticky fluid dripped onto the bed. My wife's lower abdomen was still twitching and trembling rapidly, with each larger spasm causing her everted labia to open and close, releasing even more fluid with each contraction…

I knew it was semen… I

knew without a doubt that for the past six hours, these men had been taking turns, relentlessly having sex with my wife, without condoms, ejaculating directly inside her vagina… Some

of the semen flowing from between her disfigured labia was a thick, yellowish-white liquid—clearly the semen of someone with a sexually transmitted disease…

I was furious, but… I remained silent, watching, because I knew they were deliberately showing me my wife's completely disfigured genitals. The second-in-command was staring at me, and several other men around us were also watching, seemingly waiting for my reaction. I found it strange; why didn't they just kill me and take my wife away? This was something I couldn't understand.

I glanced at the second-in-command and asked, "Is it over? Then I'm taking my wife with me!

" The second-in-command leaned very close to me and slowly said, "I want to discuss something with you..."

He said, "Your wife is really amazing. We want to continue playing with your wife." His first sentence almost made me lose my temper and want to just fight him outright.

But I just coldly continued to look at the second-in-command, wondering what they wanted to discuss, because they could just kill me and take my wife away!

The second-in-command continued, "But you definitely won't agree..."

At this point, the second-in-command suddenly widened his eyes and leaned close to my face, saying, "

If we just kill you, we can take your wife and have our fun. But if two people go missing at once, our criminal record will increase. If we let you go back, I bet you'll call the police and find people to retaliate. That will be a huge problem. If we let you follow us around, you'll definitely tell us not to do this or that, and then we won't have any fun at all."

Hearing this, I finally understood what they wanted. The second-in-command continued, "So, oh dear, this is a real headache. Let's discuss it!

How can we take your wife away to continue our fun, and you'd be willing to let her come with us for a few days?"

I immediately replied, "Impossible!

" The second-in-command smiled bitterly and said, "I know, that's why we need to discuss it..."

I interrupted him coldly, "How much do you want? I'm willing to pay in exchange for my wife!"

The second-in-command seemed to want to say something, but I didn't let him. I continued, "

You said you don't want trouble. Anyway, I've already let you have your way with my wife like this, and I'm willing to pay. You get both pleasure and money, how about it?"

The second-in-command nodded and said, "Talking about money hurts feelings. Let's discuss something else first." Then he widened his eyes and said, "How can you guarantee that after you take your wife back, you won't call the police or something?"

Hearing this, I slowly understood the second-in-command's further intentions. I believed they deliberately let me know that my wife had been gang-raped for over six hours, and now they wanted me to provide some guarantees or collateral, to make me voluntarily accept everything so they could have peace of mind.

I mentally calculated that as long as I could get my wife back safely, I was willing to sacrifice all my assets and savings, making sure each of these men died a horrible death. But first, I had to figure out how to negotiate with these wolves and tigers before they would let me take my wife back…

The sky gradually brightened. Sunlight, which should represent justice, reflected a lewd sheen on the faces of these men…

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