Such a wife, such a husband 1-7

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Chapter 1

A few years ago, my wife and I immigrated abroad. To be honest, I really didn't want to come at first. The reasons were: first, I'm attached to my homeland; second, my English is terrible. But my wife wanted to come, and I'm henpecked, so I listened to her in everything. I didn't object to anything she liked to do, so I came with her.

At first, there was still novelty, so we traveled everywhere. Half a year passed, and we had spent almost all the money we brought. It was time to settle down and live a quiet life. My English is terrible, and with the economy so bad, I can't find any work in my field. I worked in the Chinese community for a month, barely making any money, and it was exhausting and frustrating—I'd never suffered like this before!

My wife felt sorry for me and said, "You go learn English first, I'll find a job to support the family." But after more than a month, I still hadn't found a suitable job. One day, she picked up a newspaper with an advertisement that read, "High-end private club, massage, elegant environment, monthly income over ten thousand," and said she wanted to try it. I immediately panicked and said, "Are you crazy? This is clearly prostitution! You're giving up a perfectly good job back home to do this? Let's go back to China!" She didn't say anything more, and ignored me for the next two days. I thought she was just throwing a tantrum and would be fine in a few days, so I didn't think much of it.

On the third night, around 10 pm, I came home from my English class. My wife wasn't home, and the table was piled high with my favorite dishes. Where could she have gone so late? We didn't have many friends here, so I went to the park where we often took walks to look for her, but I couldn't find her. Later, I heard from the landlord that she had been picked up by a BMW that afternoon, probably to go to a party, because she looked very pretty and even asked me why I hadn't gone.

I was speechless. I went back to our rented basement apartment, looked at the table full of food, but couldn't eat a thing. Around midnight, she finally called. I shouted into the phone, "Where have you been? Come back!" She only said sorry, then there was a long silence, and then the call ended.

I really don't know how I got through the next few days, but I finally understood. I couldn't live without her. She was a woman I could give up everything for, even my life, to love. The more this happened, the calmer I needed to be. Frenzy and irrationality would only scare her away.

A little over a week later, my wife called again. I calmly told her on the phone, "Come back. I love you no matter what, and we can talk about anything." At 8 pm, she came back. She usually only wore light makeup, but this time she was heavily made up. She took off her coat, revealing a tight-fitting top barely larger than a bra, a short skirt that exposed half her buttocks, and high, thin black strappy heels. She stood there, staring coldly at me.

Wasn't this just like the prostitutes I'd seen in movies? I stared blankly, speechless. After a while, she said, "Have you seen enough? Shouldn't we talk?" "Um, yes, you are...you are..." I stammered, "You've already..." She impatiently interrupted me, "Already what? Look how hard you're trying. I dressed like this today to tell you that I've started working. I've had 24 clients this week. This is what I wear to work. I chose a more conservative outfit so as not to upset you." Although I had expected this outcome, I still couldn't help but jump up from the sofa, clenching my fists and shouting, "Why? Why?"

She paused for a moment, then quickly regained her composure and said, "The reason is simple: first, I can buy a nice car and wear designer clothes; second, it's fun and exciting. We've been married for almost five years, and I've given you the best years of my life. Now I'm almost 28, and I want to have some time for myself." A surge of heat rushed to my head, and I clenched my fists as I walked towards her. "Feng, let's get a divorce!" she said calmly. I collapsed to the ground like a deflated balloon. "Divorce? No, I won't divorce you." She still looked at me coldly. "Look closely, I'm a prostitute now. Do you still want me?" I silently lowered my head. She continued, "Being with a woman like me will only make you feel miserable and wronged." I looked up at her and said, "Without you, I'm even more miserable. As long as we don't divorce, I'll agree to anything." "Including becoming a prostitute?" she asked.

I got up from the floor and walked over to her, then knelt down again, just like when I proposed years ago. I hugged her legs, slowly raised my head, and squeezed out four words: "I want to try." She shook off my hands, walked to the sofa, and sat down, saying, "If you want to be with me, you have to give up your pride. It's because of your pride that you can't accept the fact that I'm a prostitute. Actually, in front of clients, I have to put down my pride too, otherwise I can't work happily. You're the same, understand? You have to consider being with me as a favor to me, and then you won't care that I'm a prostitute." She continued, "You'll kneel here and think it through before you say whether you're willing or not." I didn't speak, just knelt there to indicate my consent. She went to the bedroom, brought back a cushion, and placed it under my knees. I grabbed her hand and said, "I'm willing, really willing!" She smiled, hugged me, and kissed me on the cheek, leaving a red lipstick mark...

And so, my wife officially began her work, going to work every afternoon and returning after 3 a.m., sometimes not until dawn. Our finances improved, and he started buying designer clothes, handbags, and jewelry. He became more stylish and looked younger and more beautiful, but we talked less and less.

I knew this in my heart, so how could I let it go? Especially at night, when everything was quiet, I would always wonder what she was doing.

One day, she told me she was going away for a week. I asked why, and she said she was going to Toronto with a client. I was stunned for a moment, then asked, "What is this? Work or something else?" She smiled faintly, "It's work. For this week, I'm his wife, and he's paying for it." I smiled bitterly and turned to leave, but my wife suddenly ran over and hugged me, saying, "Jealous? I'll always be yours." I forced a smile and said to my wife, "I'm not jealous of that guy! He has to pay to be your husband for a week, but I don't have to pay to be your husband." "You're so mean!" My wife punched me hard. I grabbed her hand tightly, as if she would disappear if I let go. "Ouch! That hurts!" I quickly let go, but my wife hugged me tightly and said, "Honey, come here, I want you. Go take a shower and wait in the room. I'll get ready."

"Get ready for what? We always just take our clothes off and get into bed." My wife glared at me. "Go on!" A few minutes later, I sat on the bed. My wife, dressed in sexy lingerie—a thong, black fishnet stockings, and black lace-up high heels—slowly walked up to me and pushed me onto the bed. Then she climbed on top of me, extending her long, thin tongue and starting from my lips, slowly licking down my ears, neck, nipples, penis, all the way to my anus, and then back to my penis, slowly taking it into her mouth… Oh my god! This was the first time my wife had made love to me like this since we got married. My penis quickly swelled up, and a strong wave of pleasure surged through me like electricity.

"Did you like it?" my wife asked after we finished. "Yes," I replied. "That's good. There will be more in the future," my wife smiled mysteriously. I asked again, "Where did you learn that?" "Sister Wang taught me," my wife replied. "Okay, I have to catch my flight, I'll go pack my things now." Then my wife took a bunch of sexy lingerie and high heels from the closet and stuffed them all into her suitcase. Watching my beautiful wife leave to be someone else's wife for a week, a faint pang of pain rose within me.

After getting ready, she took several outfits out of the closet: "Honey, which outfit do you think I should wear? Help me choose. I'm running out of time, I need to touch up my makeup." I spent a long time choosing, finally picking out a more conservative one for her. She glanced at me and asked, "Why did you choose this one?" I thought to myself, "This one shows less skin," but said aloud, "Toronto is colder than here! Be careful not to catch a cold." She smiled and kissed me on the cheek: "My husband is so considerate. Goodbye, honey!" and ran out quickly. I coldly watched her retreating figure and muttered, "Knowing I'm good to you, why did you go find someone else to be your husband?"

Night fell, and a strong wind picked up outside. I lay in bed, unable to sleep, listening to the howling wind. What is she doing now? Is she nestled in someone else's arms? Is she kissing that man? Is she calling him "husband"? Is she…? The more I thought about it, the more suffocated I felt, like a huge rock was pressing on my chest. No! I need to make a call, I need to hear her voice. I dialed her cell phone. After a few long rings, I heard a dial tone. I knew she must have seen my call and hung up. A surge of anger rose in my chest. I grabbed my clothes and rushed out of the room, heading straight for the gas station near my house, where I knew there was a public phone.

The late autumn night was already quite chilly, but I felt like I was on fire. On the way, I thought of a whole bunch of curses and venting words. The phone rang for a long time before I finally heard my wife's familiar, melodious voice. I only managed to utter half a "I" before swallowing the rest of my words. Silence. After a long silence, my wife finally spoke: "Is that you?" I answered yes. She asked, "Is something wrong?" I quickly said, "Nothing, nothing, I just wanted to know what you're doing right now." After a moment of silence, she countered, "What do you think I'm doing?" Then the call ended. I stood there, stunned, tears slowly streaming down my face…

I stood in the cold late autumn night, the fire in my heart long since extinguished. A gust of cold wind blew, and I shivered, my mind clearing considerably. I started to feel ridiculous; how could I have asked such a question? Even a fool would know that at that very moment, she was pleasing another man.

I went home, opened a bottle of Wuliangye liquor I'd brought from China, and downed it in one gulp. After a violent vomiting fit, I finally drifted off to sleep… When I woke up in the morning, my head was throbbing. I called my boss to say I was sick and wouldn't be coming to work, and also called the school to ask for leave. Then, I slept like a log again… A phone call jolted me awake. I jumped out of bed, grabbed the phone, and was a little disappointed. A strange woman's voice came through the receiver: "Are you Yang Feng (pseudonym)?" I asked back, "Who are you? How do you know my name?" She said she worked with my wife and had some things to say about her.

At 8 p.m., she arrived as promised. A tall, well-maintained middle-aged woman; you could tell at a glance she had been a great beauty in her youth. She smiled and extended her hand, saying, "My surname is Wang, call me Sister Wang!" When we shook hands, I noticed a deep, old scar on the inside of her wrist.

I invited her to sit down, poured her a cup of tea, and said, "Go ahead, what's the matter?" She took a sip of tea and calmly said, "Well, your wife hasn't been with us for long, but we get along very well and talk about everything, so I know a bit about your situation..." I interrupted her, "What do you know about me?" She smiled at me, "I know you're feeling very upset and conflicted right now." I sighed and said, "I just don't understand why she insists on becoming a prostitute?"

Sister Wang replied, "I know. I've talked to your wife about this. She said she likes the feeling of being bullied and enslaved by strange men; she finds it very exciting and thrilling. I've been in this business for many years and have seen many prostitutes. Most of them are forced into it for some reason; not many can resist the industry psychologically. She's a real exception. Her dedication isn't faked, so the customers really like her." "Are you kidding me? I don't believe you! Isn't she just a slut?" I shouted. She looked at me, somewhat agitated, and said, "Why would I lie to you? Everyone in this world can think she's a slut, but you can't. If you love her, you should understand her and support her." "No matter what you say, I still can't believe it's true," I replied.

"Okay, I'll show you something, and you'll believe it after you see it." Sister Wang said, taking out a mini video camera: "This is what I filmed on her first day of trial work, when she had sex with one of our security guards. Take a look for yourself." In the footage, my wife was completely naked, sitting on a bald black man, wildly twisting her slender waist.

The camera zoomed in, and I saw my wife's familiar face, but her eyes were unfamiliar. I couldn't find the words to describe what kind of look that was, but I understood; Sister Wang hadn't lied to me. I put down the camera, lowered my head, and my mind went blank.

Sister Wang lit a cigarette, took a puff, and then handed it to me, saying, "Accept all of this bravely. Don't pay attention to worldly opinions. Love her and support her. Don't feel like she's hurting you. Actually, she doesn't want to leave you either. She understands that you are the one who cares about her the most, her last refuge." I sighed and said, "I'll try my best!" I asked again, "Did she send you?" "Yes, because she loves you, so she asked me to come and persuade you," Sister Wang replied. After saying that, Sister Wang stood up and said,

"How about this, I won't leave tonight. I'll stay and keep you company." Before I could react, she was already standing there completely naked. A full-figured, mature woman, her breasts still firm, with a pair of metal rings on her nipples. A woman who could absolutely be called top-notch. "Do you think I'm okay?" she smiled at me. "Then... does my... does my wife know?" I asked. She didn't answer immediately, but slowly walked over, hugged my head, and placed it on her chest: "Don't worry about her. Tonight, I am your wife."

Chapter Two

The night was deep, and I lay in bed, unable to fall asleep. Sister Wang lay beside me, her face pressed against my chest. I knew she wasn't asleep either. After our passion subsided, neither of us spoke; any words would have been superfluous.

In the darkness, a tear suddenly fell onto my chest. I was startled and reached out to touch her face; it was wet. I quickly asked, "Why are you crying?" She covered my mouth with her hand: "Don't talk, I want to lie down a little longer." After some time, she stood up and went into the living room. I followed her out, turned on the light, and saw her sitting naked on the sofa, her eyes red. She took out a cigarette, lit it, and asked, "Do you have any alcohol?" I took a bottle of Budweiser from the refrigerator and handed it to her, then went back to the room to find a coat for her. "It's cold, be careful not to catch a cold," I said. She pulled my hand and made me sit down, leaning against me and saying, "Thank you!" Tears streamed down her face again. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Nothing, it's late, let's go to sleep." She sat up and wiped away her tears.

That night, we slept in each other's arms, Sister Wang holding me tightly until dawn.

That evening, after class, I had just gotten home when the phone rang. It was Sister Wang calling. She asked if I had time. I said yes, and she said, "Then open the door." I opened the door, and Sister Wang was already standing there; she had clearly been waiting for me. I asked her, "Why...don't you have to go to work?" She smiled faintly, "Aren't you happy to see me?" "No, no, I just didn't expect it." I quickly said, "Come in!" "No, come to my place!" Sister Wang said.

When I arrived at Sister Wang's house and opened the door, I was startled. A man was lying on the door like a dog. He was wearing a dog collar, his hands and feet were chained, and a dog's tail was stuck in his rear end.

"This is..." I asked Sister Wang in surprise.

"Didn't you see? It's a dog!" Sister Wang replied. The man raised his head and barked twice, as if to prove that he was indeed a dog.

Wang Jie and I sat down on the sofa. The man crawled over, a pair of slippers in his mouth. He skillfully used his mouth to remove Wang Jie's high heels, then put the slippers on her feet. He then lay there, looking up at her. Wang Jie gave him a disdainful look and said, "Get lost. I don't have time for you today." The man crawled away disappointedly.

I stared blankly until Wang Jie called me, and I snapped out of my daze. "Did I scare you?" Wang Jie asked, looking at me. "One thing, you don't want to end up like that with me, do you?" I quickly asked.

Sister Wang laughed and asked in return, "Don't you want to?" I hurriedly replied, "No, I don't." Sister Wang laughed again, "Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for you." "Who is he?" I asked hastily.

Sister Wang sighed, "He was my ex-husband, the only person I ever loved, but he abandoned me and fell in love with a prostitute. He said that although I was very beautiful, I wasn't promiscuous enough, and there was no passion between us. I begged him, saying I would do anything as long as he didn't leave me, but he still cruelly left. I almost died because of it, but I was saved.

Later, I also became a prostitute, because I didn't die, but my heart died. I used depravity and promiscuity to fill my wounds. Later, that prostitute swindled all his money and ran away, and he came back to me. We could never go back to the way things were, so he willingly became like that." "I wanted to kick him out, but he said he'd die, so I let it go." I asked again, "So you're getting revenge on him?" "No, I'm pitying him. This is the life he wants." I shook my head and said, "I don't understand. He'd rather be a dog than a human." "You'll understand later. Ignore him. Go take a shower. I'll wait for you in the bedroom." I went to the bedroom. Sister Wang was already prepared. The lights weren't on; a few candles were lit. Sister Wang was wearing a black skirt, a white shirt, and high heels. She looked at me and said, "Honey, can you help me take off my clothes?" I went over, took off her clothes, picked her up, and gently placed her on the bed, gently stroking her body. She sat up, looked at me with teary eyes, hugged my neck, and then we embraced.

After a long kiss, she pushed me down, straddled me, and slowly inserted my already swollen penis into her vagina. It felt a little loose, but very wet, slippery, and warm… After the passion subsided, Sister Wang remained nestled against my chest. This time, she didn't cry. She would occasionally look up at me, and when our eyes met, she smiled—a smile so sweet and beautiful, like a girl experiencing her first love.

Chapter Three

For the next few days, Sister Wang came to pick me up every day to go to her house. I had to admit that with such a woman, such temptation, I couldn't resist. I even had a feeling that I wished I could forever live in this blissful state on her fragrant bed.

On Sunday evening, my wife came home, still dressed in a sexy and revealing outfit. Seeing me sitting on the sofa watching TV, she put down her luggage, jumped onto me without even taking off her high heels, and kissed me passionately before I could speak. Then she said, "Honey, I missed you." Looking at her excited expression, I suddenly felt guilty. I said, "Did you have fun?" She replied with a grin, "Aren't you happy?" I was stunned; I understood. She knew everything. Just

as I was about to speak, she covered my mouth and said, "Don't say anything, I won't blame you. Isn't Sister Wang amazing?" I said, "Yes, much more amazing than you." She paused for a moment, then laughed again, saying, "Tonight I'll show you how amazing I am." "Aren't you going to work today?" I asked. She punched me hard, saying, "You stupid husband, do you want to work me to death? Work me to death so you can be with Sister Wang, right? Let me tell you, you can do whatever you want with Sister Wang from now on, just don't get really emotionally involved, or I'll kill you!" Then she pinched my nose hard and ran away playfully. I looked at the woman before me, so familiar yet so unfamiliar, and gave a helpless smile.

It wasn't even dark yet, and she was already eager to pull me to bed, saying she had a surprise for me. I showered, put on my pajamas, sat on the bed, and idly flipped through the newspaper, wondering what she was up to. The sound of high heels on the wooden floor echoed outside the door. I knew she was here; that "clack-clack" sound made me gradually excited.

The door opened, and she slowly entered, swaying gently towards me. Her crystal-clear, platform stilettos were at least 20 centimeters high, revealing her smooth, long, bare legs. Her skirt was so short it looked like a wide ribbon hanging from her waist, exposing her entire buttocks. She swayed slowly. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. Her breasts weren't large, but they were painted pink, red like two ripe peaches. Around her neck was a sparkling metal ring, with a long, thin chain hanging from one end.

She walked over, knelt before the bed, and raised her hands, holding one end of the chain in front of my eyes. Smiling, she asked, "Do you like it?" I quickly got out of bed, picked her up like a delicate piece of porcelain, gently placed her on the bed, and slowly kissed her… After that, my wife resumed her nocturnal lifestyle. Seeing her happy and busy every day, I simply let her be. During this time, I occasionally met with Sister Wang. Time truly is a great healer; it can resolve everything and dilute everything.

I don't know when it started, but I began to think it was all normal. We started talking about everything. Every time we made love, my wife would talk about her relationships with clients. Sometimes I was excited, sometimes my heart pounded. All I could do was remind her to protect herself and not hurt herself. She nonchalantly replied, "Our members are all people with status, they won't get sick, and I won't be in any danger, don't worry!" One day, my wife came home and said she wouldn't be going to work this week. I was overjoyed and said, "Wife, are you planning to reform yourself?" She glared at me fiercely, "Reform yourself my foot! I'm going to get plastic surgery." I said,

"What for? You're already so beautiful, what else do you need?" She smiled mysteriously and said, "You'll find out when the time comes. I'm out of town, it's already arranged. I'll be back in three days. You stay home and wait for me, and if you get lonely, go see Sister Wang." I hurriedly asked, "Won't there be any risks?" "No, don't worry!" my wife said.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and my wife returned on time, carrying large bags and small packages, still dressed in a sexy outfit. I immediately noticed her huge breasts under her tight clothes. She looked at me triumphantly and said, "Do I look good?" Then she took off her tight clothes, and her two large breasts bounced out firmly, with two shiny metal rings on her nipples and a thin metal chain on her navel.

“And there’s more!” she said, taking off her short skirt and lifting one leg onto the coffee table. I could clearly see a pair of rings adorning her labia. She then stuck out her long, thin tongue, on which was a small, round ball.

I said, “Why are you doing this?” She seemed to have been doused with cold water, muttering to herself, and turned away with a swaying gait. Even from behind, I could still vaguely see her large breasts. I stared blankly at the woman before me, wondering what would happen next.

Chapter Four

Time continued to pass day by day. My wife remained tirelessly busy and excited, and I persisted in studying and working. Although it was tiring and tedious, I persevered. My English improved significantly, and I became much stronger. My wife felt sorry for me and repeatedly urged me to stop working. I said, “I’m doing quite well. Haven’t you noticed how much stronger I’ve become?” Little did she know, that was a man’s last psychological limit.

I came home exhausted from work in the afternoon and sat down at home, watching my wife busily getting ready for work. She would occasionally playfully tease me, then pull out a pair of sexy lingerie and hold it up against herself, saying, "Should I wear this to entertain clients? Honey, come on! Give me some advice." I was getting annoyed and said, "You should wear nothing at all, completely naked to serve men." Her smile froze, and she lowered her head without saying another word. After a long while, she really didn't wear anything, only taking a long trench coat from the closet, slowly putting it on, slipping on a pair of high heels, and leaving without looking back.

I started to regret it, and didn't sleep well all night, hoping my wife would come back so I could explain. At dawn, she returned. I quickly got up and stood at the door. She came in, saw me, and was cold, saying nothing. I followed behind her like a child who had made a mistake. She turned around, glanced at me, and couldn't help but chuckle. I laughed too.

After she finished showering, she climbed into bed and said, "I'm so tired today! My new shoes don't fit, and my feet hurt so much." I quickly picked up her feet and vigorously massaged them for her. Suddenly, she looked at me with a mischievous smile and said, "It would feel better if I used my mouth." I said no, and she forcefully pulled her feet back, looking angry.

I ignored her again, and she immediately smiled and pleaded with me, "Honey, try it!" I couldn't resist her persistence, so I stuck out my tongue and gently licked it. After a while, she said, "Use a little more force, have you ever eaten an ice pop? It's like eating an ice pop." I imagined eating an ice pop and sucked hard, and she pretended to be very satisfied, making "ah...ah..." sounds. I angrily pushed her foot away, but she laughed "haha," and then asked me seriously, "Honey, how does it feel? Are you excited?" I said with a straight face, "Did you wash your feet? They smell so bad!" She actually lifted her foot forcefully, smelled it, and I laughed "haha" too. She realized she'd been tricked, kicked me, and said, "Go to hell!" Then we both laughed.

She suddenly remembered something, then crawled over to me, looking at me with tender affection. I knew that, except during sex, she always wanted something from me when she did this. I immediately asked, "What do you want now? I'm not licking your stinky feet anymore." She made a face and said, "Honey, don't you want to see me having sex with other people?" I said, "I've seen it, she's incredibly slutty." She quickly said, "Hehe, I don't mean watching the video, I mean going to see it live." I replied, "No, I'm afraid I can't handle it. Besides, I know you're slutty enough, but even if you're willing, would your clients be?" She hurriedly said, "Do you remember the last time I accompanied someone to another city for a week, and I was someone's wife?" The client was a wealthy Hong Kong businessman. Years ago, his wife had an affair and ran off with someone else. Now he's a bit of a pervert, enjoying sleeping with other men's wives. He said if I cooperated, it would feel more real and exciting.

I hesitated and didn't agree. Seeing a glimmer of hope, she continued to urge me: "You really don't want to see it for yourself? Besides, I've already promised him, you can't expect me to go back on my word, can you?" I glared at her angrily and said, "You already promised, why are you asking me?" She excitedly hugged and kissed me: "I knew my husband was the best! It's settled then, the day after tomorrow night, we'll go to his house together." Looking at her excited expression, I really didn't know what to say.

Soon the day after tomorrow arrived. Watching my wife getting ready, and thinking about going that night, I felt nervous. My wife comforted me, "Don't be nervous, you don't need to do anything, just watch my performance." Before leaving, she changed into a business suit. I asked, puzzled, "Huh? Why the change in style today?" She chuckled, "I'm a wife now!" I thought to myself, "Pshaw! Then why do you always dress so revealingly when you go shopping with me? It makes me feel so ashamed." At 7 pm, we arrived at the man's house on time—a magnificent villa. A Filipino maid, an old and unattractive woman, opened the door. She led us to the living room, poured tea, and said the master would be there shortly. He arrived soon after—a gaunt, middle-aged man with graying hair, looking almost fifty. I thought, "Is that all? My wife is so uncouth!" Then I realized, "Well, he's rich!"

My wife smiled and greeted him, putting her arm around his neck. He put his arm around her waist, and they greeted each other intimately, like a long-separated couple. I stood there, feeling a pang of bitterness.

My wife, quick to react, immediately introduced me to him. He gave me a haughty look, nodded in greeting, and then said to my wife, "Honey, are you hungry? Come on, let's go eat!" He then pulled my wife's hand and led her to the dining room. I stood there, unsure what to do. My wife glanced back at me, a hint of pity in her eyes.

Just then, the maid came over and said, "Sir, please come with me." I was led to a corner of the dining room and seated at a small square table. On the table were exquisite plates containing fine steaks and some salad. I had no appetite whatsoever; I just watched from afar while my wife chatted and laughed as she ate dinner with him.

After dinner, the maid led me to the man's bedroom—the largest and most luxurious bedroom I had ever seen in my life. There was even a stage in the center, like a pole dancing platform. The man, wearing pajamas, leaned against the headboard. The maid led me to stand beside the bed, and then she left. The man didn't even look at me, as if I didn't exist.

A moment later, my wife came in, dressed in a sexy and alluring way. She glanced at me, then slowly walked to the bedside. Looking at her expression and eyes, I felt a jolt; such a lewd and seductive expression—at that moment, probably no one could resist. Unfortunately, she walked towards another man.

That man's expression was utterly repulsive; he chuckled and stuck out his tongue, looking like a toad. My wife, however, continued to gaze at him tenderly, not even taking off her high heels, and climbed onto the bed with a smile, softly saying, "Honey, I'm home." The man smiled and said, "It's good you're back. I have a gift for you. Take off your underwear first." My wife climbed off the bed and slowly took off her clothes one by one, then stood there with her legs spread apart. The man took out a brocade box and approached his wife. He opened it and took out a pair of exquisite, long, thin earrings, asking, "Do you like them?" His wife took them, looked at them, and said happily, "They're so pretty! Are they for me?" "Of course. Put them on!" he said. Just as his wife was about to put them on, the man lewdly pointed to her breast and said, "Wrong, it's here." His wife paused for a moment, then immediately smiled again and obediently hung the earrings on the metal rings around her nipples.

The man then took out a necklace and said, "Do you like this?" His wife nodded. "Okay, I'll put it on you." He bent down and hung the necklace on the two metal rings around his wife's labia. Then he circled his wife, admiring her like a work of art he had created, saying, "So beautiful!" He turned on the music and said to his wife, "Let's dance." His wife slowly climbed onto the stage, all the spotlights focused on the center. She began to dance to the music, her earrings and the chain between her legs shimmering under the lights. I cursed inwardly, "That bastard, he really knows how to play with women." When the music ended, his wife was covered in sweat. He made her lie on the stage, then knelt down and began to slowly smell and lick her body. His wife began to slowly writhe, moaning softly. After a while, he took off his clothes, returned to the bed, and sat down. His wife crawled over to him, burying her head between his legs, desperately sucking his penis, making a "sizzling" sound.

Suddenly, he stood up, grabbed his wife, and threw her onto the bed. He then pounced on her like a mad beast, pinning her down and inserting his penis into her vagina. Both of them writhed wildly. The man turned around and saw my pained expression, howling and thrusting even more frantically. My wife had stopped writhing, her whole body trembling with excitement, and their moans blended together.

At the last moment of ejaculation, the man pulled out his penis and inserted it into my wife's mouth. After ejaculating, my wife knelt up, raised her head, swallowed the semen completely, then opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue for his inspection. He looked at it and said,

"Very good. Go wash up and sleep with me." My wife and I exchanged a glance, she made a face, as if asking me, "Did you like it?" Then she happily ran out. The man turned to me and said, "You can leave now. I'll have the driver take your wife home tomorrow." I went home and couldn't sleep. I dialed Sister Wang's number. She asked, "I'm at work, what do you want?" I said, "I want to drink, come keep me company!" She was silent for a moment, then said, "Okay!"

Chapter Five.

Soon, Sister Wang arrived. After entering, she took off her coat, leaving only a short skirt and a very small, tight-fitting top. I knew she came straight from work. She glanced at me, smiled, and said, "What's wrong? Why are you drinking with me so late?" I sighed, handed her a can of beer, and said, "Do you know what I did today?" She took a sip of her beer and said, "Yeah, I know! What's wrong, can't take it anymore?" I replied, "I feel more and more numb."

I then asked, "Can you tell me what it feels like when your heart dies?" Sister Wang took out a cigarette from her handbag, lit it, and then slowly said, "When your heart dies, you feel nothing. Don't worry about it, I believe you still love her." "Give me a cigarette," I said. Sister Wang took out a cigarette, lit it, and handed it to me. I took a deep drag and said, "I feel like this cigarette, all the passion and love will burn away. The physical and visual stimulation has completely overwhelmed my heart. My heart is numb, death is just a matter of time. When I'm with her, I no longer have that feeling of mutual affection and connection." Tears slowly welled up in my eyes.

Sister Wang didn't speak again, just silently watched me. She came over and hugged my head, tears streaming from her eyes. I could feel her heart racing. A tear fell onto my face, and as we mingled, our hearts collided. I looked up at her, our eyes met, and the windows of our souls opened to each other. She closed her eyes and gently cupped my face... A kiss, just a simple kiss, was enough to freeze time and make all flowers wither. Sparks flew after our hearts collided, igniting a fire within us. In that moment, I understood that I couldn't live without this woman. I gently picked her up, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, looking at me with eyes as clear and bright as a pool of water.

I carried her into the bedroom. I didn't turn on the light, nor did I need to. I gently placed her on the bed and peeled off her underwear piece by piece. Our naked bodies were joined together. No words were needed, no teasing was required; everything was perfectly united. In the final moments before our lovemaking was complete, I clearly heard three words: "I love you!" We held each other tightly, until we finally drifted off to sleep... Eventually, my wife came back and separated us. She looked at us with a grin. Sister Wang got up, picked up her clothes from the floor, and said, "I'm going back now," before quickly running out of the bedroom.

After Sister Wang left, my wife crawled to my side, smiling at me, and asked, "Sister Wang is amazing, isn't she?" I said yes. She then asked, "So, who's more amazing between us?" I answered, "Both are amazing." My wife muttered, "I thought you were going to say I'm more amazing than her!" Then she turned away and said, "I'm going to sleep a little longer." I lay there quietly, my thoughts racing, thinking of Sister Wang, thinking of those three words, "I love you." I looked at my wife beside me; she was asleep, sleeping so sweetly, so peacefully, with such a beautiful face. Was this the same wanton woman from yesterday? I was bewildered…

The penis was inserted into my vagina, and another Black man immediately came over, pulled out the dildo, and inserted his own penis into my wife's anus. The man in front continued to insert his penis into my wife's mouth, while the remaining two played with my wife's breasts. The five men changed positions like a revolving lantern, my wife always surrounded by five black lumps of flesh, her fair and smooth skin appearing even more radiant and prominent. At first, my wife would occasionally turn her head to look at me, but slowly she became a soulless, thoughtless shell, enjoying the most primal and savage pleasure of something that existed before animals evolved into humans.

Finally, my wife knelt before me, and the five men eagerly ejaculated into her mouth, which she swallowed desperately, as if afraid of wasting a single drop. The bald black man on the sofa also started ejaculating, but he ejaculated into the white woman's anus. After he finished, the woman slowly crawled over, and my wife obediently lay down. The woman squatted down and, like defecating, squeezed drops of the yellowed semen into my wife's mouth.

When she was finished, the bald man commanded, "Go spit it on your husband's face." My wife stood up, slowly walked over, and looked at me coldly. I looked at her, shaking my head desperately. She opened her mouth, one drop, two drops… The nightmare was finally over, everything was over. I took a shower, sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and watched it burn out. My wife stood opposite me, watching me silently. I stood up, went to the bedroom, took a suitcase from the closet, and began packing my things. Looking at the suitcase, my eyes blurred. My wife and I had bought it together back in China. It had once carried our hopes and dreams here, but now it was leaving with a dead heart. My wife followed me in and squatted down beside me, saying, "Let me help you pack!"

I pushed her away, saying, "Get away! Don't touch me." She took a few steps back and stood silently watching. After packing, I stood up without looking at her and turned to leave. As I reached the door, she suddenly called my name. I froze, stunned. She rushed over and hugged me from behind, her face pressed against my back. For the first time, I realized how strong my wife was, how tightly she hugged me. I didn't turn back, nor should I. I knew that if I turned back, I wouldn't have the strength to walk out that door. I pried her hands off, opened the door, and rushed out, tears streaming down my face…

Chapter Six

A month passed in the blink of an eye. During that time, Sister Wang never called me again. I called her a few times, but she always said she was busy. Later, I heard from my wife that Sister Wang had quit her job and kicked her ex-husband out. Then, I met her again on her 33rd birthday. I only remember drinking a lot that day, my wife giving her a beautiful platinum ring as a birthday present, and my wife stripping me naked and pushing me towards her. After that, I really can't remember anything.

Later, I asked her many times what happened, but she always smiled and didn't answer. I think it will probably remain a mystery to me for life. My wife was as busy as ever, and her attitude towards me became worse and worse, even somewhat barbaric. I thought about leaving many times, but I still couldn't make up my mind.

Until one dark night, I was sleeping alone at home when five black men broke into my house, stripped me naked, handcuffed my hands behind my back, gagged me with a plastic bag, and put me in a small, narrow iron cage about half my height. They blindfolded me with a black cloth and took me to another place.

When the black cloth was pulled back, I saw a completely naked, bald Black man sitting on the opposite sofa. A naked white woman was kneeling at his feet, vigorously sucking his penis. I recognized him as the man who had been having sex with my wife in the video.

As I was wondering what was happening, the five men who had kidnapped me entered, chatting and laughing. One of them was holding a dog leash, the other end of which was tied to my wife. My naked wife had a shiny metal dog collar around her neck, two bells hanging from her nipples, a thin chain around her slender waist, and a dildo inserted into her anus with a remarkably realistic dog tail at the end. She wore shiny patent leather high heels. My wife crawled and writhed, the bells jingling, her tail swaying.

A Black man patted my wife's buttocks and said, "Go greet your husband." My wife crawled over, and seeing my anxious look, she laughed and said, "Don't be nervous, honey. This is my arrangement. Have some fun today, it won't hurt you." Hearing her words, I almost fainted from anger. I couldn't speak, so I glared at her fiercely, but she didn't care at all.

At this moment, the five Black men came over, and right in front of me, my wife sucked each of their penises until they were engorged. One Black man lay down, and my wife immediately straddled him and inserted his penis into her vagina. Another Black man immediately came over, pulled out the dildo, and inserted his penis into my wife's anus. The man in front continued to insert his penis into my wife's mouth, while the remaining two played with my wife's breasts.

The five men changed positions like a revolving lantern, and my wife was always surrounded by five black mounds of flesh, making her fair and smooth skin even more radiant and prominent. At first, my wife would occasionally glance at me, but slowly she became a soulless, thoughtless shell, enjoying the most primal, savage pleasure of what animals experienced before evolving into humans.

Finally, my wife knelt before me as the five men eagerly ejaculated into her mouth. She swallowed desperately, as if afraid of wasting a single drop. The bald black man on the sofa also began to ejaculate, but he ejaculated into the white woman's anus. After finishing, the woman slowly crawled over, and my wife obediently lay down. The woman then squatted down and, like defecating, squeezed drops of the yellowed semen into my wife's mouth.

"Finished," the bald man commanded, "Go spit on your husband's face." My wife stood up, slowly walked over, and looked at me coldly. I looked at her, shaking my head desperately. She opened her mouth, one drop, two drops… The nightmare was finally over, everything was over. I took a shower, sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and watched it burn out. My wife stood opposite me, watching without saying a word. I stood up, went to the bedroom, took out a suitcase from the closet, and started packing my things. Looking at the suitcase, my eyes blurred. It was the suitcase my wife and I had bought together in China. It had once carried our hopes and dreams here, and now it was leaving with a dead heart. My wife followed me in and squatted down beside me, saying, "Let me help you pack!" I pushed her away and said, "Get away! Don't touch me." She took a few steps back and stood silently beside me.

After packing, I stood up without looking at her and turned to leave. As I reached the door, she suddenly shouted my name, and I froze, stunned. She rushed over and hugged me from behind, her face pressed against my back. For the first time, I realized my wife had such strength, and she held me so tightly. I didn't turn around, nor should I. I knew that if I turned around, I wouldn't have the strength to leave this door. I pried her hands off, opened the door, and rushed out, tears streaming down my face…

Chapter Seven

I rushed out the door, ran frantically out of the yard, and then I stopped. I saw a woman walking towards me—it was Sister Wang. She came over, took my hand, and said, "Come with me." I followed Sister Wang into the car, and she handed me a tissue. I wiped my eyes and asked her, "What are you doing here?" She said, "While you were packing, your wife called me." I quickly said, "Are you here to plead for her again?" Sister Wang glanced at me and started the car. She said softly, "Let's go to my place." When

we arrived at my sister's house, Sister Wang took a case of beer from the refrigerator, opened a bottle, and handed it to me. She asked, "What are your plans for the future?" I said, "I haven't thought about it yet." Sister Wang said, "Then stay. As long as you're willing, this will always be your home, and I'll always be yours..." She didn't finish her sentence, and tears streamed down her face. I said thank you and cried too. She came over and hugged me, saying, "I should be thanking you. I died when I was 25, the most beautiful age for a woman. I worked as a prostitute for eight years, never shedding a tear, until I met you. That night, when I held you, I cried. I knew I could truly be a woman again. I could love again."

That day, we both drank a lot, talked a lot, and cried a lot. Finally, we made a wish together: to stop crying and live together with smiles. Soon, we both realized that we couldn't live without each other. Sister Wang surrounded me with joy every day. I also finished my English studies and found a good job. Although it wasn't exactly the same as my previous major, the income was good, and I did it well.

Sister Wang happily became a housewife, cooking different delicious meals every day. Our nightly sexual encounters were endlessly enjoyable. I've always tried to find words to describe our lovemaking, but I can't, perhaps it's simply indescribable. As Sister Wang would say, it comes from the depths of the soul, it's sex with the soul. We both try to avoid the past, avoid talking about my wife. Only in the quiet of the night do I still think of her, still shed tears for her.

On my 29th birthday, I received a gift. It was from my wife. I opened it and found a beautiful platinum ring. There was also a card that read "Happy Birthday, Best Wife," signed "Ex-Wife." I looked at the ring, and it seemed so familiar. I showed it to Sister Wang, and as she looked at it, a hint of worry appeared in her eyes. I asked what was wrong. She didn't answer, silently went back to her room and retrieved the ring my wife had given her years ago. Putting them together, we realized they were a pair. I suddenly understood. I sighed and said, "It seems my wife didn't want me anymore, she wanted to give me to you all along. All the things she did to me afterward were just to drive me away." I angrily threw the two rings aside. Sister Wang didn't say anything, silently picked them up, and put them away.

A month passed quickly. One weekend, Sister Wang went to buy groceries while I stayed home watching NBA. Suddenly, Sister Wang rushed back, holding a newspaper. I handed it to her, and when I looked at it, I almost fainted. The newspaper reported that police, following an undercover operation, had busted a prostitution ring. In the accompanying photo, I saw a scantily clad woman in handcuffs. Although it was only her back, I recognized her immediately—it was my wife. I hurriedly asked Sister Wang, "What happened? What should we do?" My sister said, "Don't panic. Let's find a lawyer. You're still her legal husband; we can hire a lawyer to see her. We must help her now, and make sure nothing else goes wrong."

Finally, at the detention center, Sister Wang and I saw my wife. She looked very haggard. She held our hands and cried incessantly, and Sister Wang kept wiping her eyes. Looking at the woman before me, the woman I once loved and hated with such intensity, my heart ached, but I didn't cry. I told her to cheer up, not to give up, that we were trying to find a solution and would hire the best lawyer. She shook her head, saying it wasn't necessary; it was God punishing my absurdity, my sins. "Don't worry about me anymore," she said, looking at Sister Wang. "I once had a love that was unforgettable, but I didn't cherish it; I squandered it all. Love him well, and I wish you all the best." With that, she lowered her head, tears streaming down her face, turned and ran towards the prison guard, extending her hands. The policeman handcuffed her, and watching his departing figure, I finally cried. I cried loudly, like a child… Later, I heard the verdict: two years in prison.

The day I learned the result, I got drunk. I only heard Sister Wang whisper in my ear, "Two years, a very short time. You should wait for her." After that, we visited her every week, bringing her clean clothes, books, and some food. My wife stopped crying and even asked Sister Wenwang with a smile when we were going to have a child. She said that once we had a child, she wanted the child to call her godmother. We all laughed, laughed happily…

One day, I suddenly received a call from my wife's landlord. He said that after my wife's accident, her belongings were still there, and he wanted to rent the house out again. He hoped I could pack my things and take them with me. The next day, I went there. I sorted through everything in the room, categorizing, packing, and boxing. The underwear and high heels alone filled five large cardboard boxes. I shook my head and smiled helplessly.

Suddenly, I saw a beautiful diary in the corner of the wardrobe. I knew she had a habit of writing a diary, but I had never read it before. I was curious and wanted to open it, but I held back. In my hesitation, a neatly folded piece of paper fell out. On the back was my name, and below it was her clear lip print. Below that were four words: "I will always love you." I opened the paper. It was a letter written to me. Judging from the date, it was written the night I left her. As I read it, I cried, sobbing loudly. I finally understood why she did what she did. Why she forced me to leave? Because she had long seen that Sister Wang was in love. In her letter, she wrote: "That morning I returned home and saw you two sleeping together, embracing. Sister Wang's happy smile and dried tear stains were in her sleep. You were calling her name in your dreams. That day, I sat beside you and cried for a long time. I thought, perhaps you would be happier together. Bless you, I will always love you…"

When I got home, I gave the letter to Sister Wang. After reading it, she cried too. That night, I couldn't sleep. I knew Sister Wang was too. I turned to look at her; she was also looking at me with tears streaming down her face. Neither of us spoke, and we didn't know what to say. A year later, my wife was released on early parole. Sister Wang and I went to pick her up. The two women hugged each other, crying their hearts out. The parole officer came over and asked me, "Are you her husband?" I said yes. He then pointed to Sister Wang and asked, "Who is she?" I answered, her sister. The parole officer asked me again, "Where will your wife stay after she gets out?" I replied, "She's my wife, of course she'll stay at my house." My wife suddenly looked up at me, about to speak, when Sister Wang immediately interrupted her, saying, "Sister, your husband has already tidied up the room." The officer didn't ask any more questions, had me write down the address and contact information, then handed me a parole agreement, saying, "I've already told your wife about this. Take a look, help her with the execution, sign it after you've read it, and then you can take her away."

Back home, Sister Wang said, "You two chat first, I'll go cook." My wife looked at me and said, "Do you really want me to stay?" I said yes. "You saw it yourself," I said, "if you leave, they'll send you back to prison. But Sister Wang, she's your sister, of course she welcomes you to stay." She stopped talking, her head down, lost in thought. That night, Sister Wang moved out of our bedroom. I asked, "Do you really have to do this?" My sister replied, "She just got out, we can't upset her." I said, "That's not fair to you." Sister Wang said, "Actually, we're the ones who wronged her." From that day on, the three of us each had our own room. My wife and Sister Wang quickly returned to their old, inseparable relationship. Watching them live happily together, I felt gratified, but also depressed, feeling superfluous. Sometimes, I really felt they were a match made in heaven. Sleepless nights, I started masturbating.

One day, near the end of the workday, my boss called me in, saying there was an impromptu meeting the next day and he needed me to compile this data for tomorrow. He asked me to stay and work overtime. I said okay. It was past 11 PM when I got home. The house was pitch black. I parked the car, thinking those two must be asleep. But when I quietly opened the front door and turned on the light, I was startled. They were standing in the doorway, smiling at me. I said, "Why aren't you two asleep so late? What are you doing here, scaring people like ghosts?" Suddenly, they both called out in unison, "Honey, you've worked hard." Then, before I could figure out what was going on, one grabbed my left hand and the other my right, pulling me upstairs to my bedroom. I saw a huge bed there. My wife pointed to the bed and said,

"You sleep in the middle, I'll sleep on the left, and Sister Wang will sleep on the right. We're both your wives." Sister Wang chuckled and looked at me. I waved my hands repeatedly, saying, "No, no, this isn't legal." My wife said, "I'm willing, Sister Wang is willing, what can the law do? Besides, if we don't say anything, who will know?" That night, I slept in the middle, feeling like I was walking on thin ice. To show my impartiality, I lay on my back, and when I got tired, I even lay face down. Neither of them was asleep; they were both facing me, breathing into my ears. My wife couldn't help but chuckle, and Sister Wang giggled too. My wife said to Sister Wang, "Don't wait around like an idiot, get started." Then, the two of them, working in perfect unison, one pulled off my pajamas, the other pulled off my pajama bottoms. Sister Wang held my head and put her tongue in my mouth, while my wife climbed between my legs and gently licked.

"Oh my god, oh my god." [Please forgive me, dear readers, I can only write these four words. I simply cannot express in words how I felt at that moment. I tried to write it down, but I deleted it all. And so, these two beautiful women, my two most beloved friends, with their true feelings and love, told me that love can give a person a soul, and sex with love has a soul. I don't oppose naked sexual desire, but I hope that every reader can find their own true love and experience the feelings I experienced.] Night

had fallen, yet I remained awake. Looking at the two sleeping women beside me, feeling their presence, I was once again bewildered. Love is supposed to be unique and exclusive, so why were they willing to share the same man, while I loved two women with all my heart? I think perhaps only those who have truly experienced that unforgettable love and hate, passion and sorrow, can truly understand it, accept it, and truly love it…

[The End]

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