Wife vs. SM Dominator

My wife, Yang Yuwei, and I, as criminal investigators, sat behind the judge's table. Opposite us was the notorious SM dominatrix, Xiao Jing, nicknamed "Forbidden Vine," meaning a vine of confinement.

He abducted young girls, trafficked married women, imprisoned and abused various women—his crimes were countless, enough to condemn him to a lifetime in prison.

Even more infuriating was that my wife's and my best friend, Lin Xinyu, while working undercover for Xiao Jing, was hypnotized and turned into a slave by him, later auctioned off at an underground slave club.

For the past year, my wife and I had been dedicated to bringing this devilish man to justice.

Wife: "Xiao Jing, do you plead guilty?" Xiao Jing: "Plead guilty? What crime have I committed?" Xiao Jing's nonchalant attitude infuriated my wife and me.

Xiao Jing believed that his crimes were merely fulfilling the desires of many women. He said these women were born sex slaves, animals willingly driven by lust. He was training these women to awaken their true nature, to restore their authentic selves, like removing their masks, allowing them to happily see their true faces. His

wife slammed her hand on the table, saying, "Nonsense!" At that moment, there was a knock on the door behind them. My colleague and Xiao Jing's lawyer entered. The lawyer walked to Xiao Jing's side and whispered something to him. Xiao Jing smiled slightly and said, "Officer Wang, Officer Yang, may I leave now?" "What…?" My colleague informed us that the evidence was insufficient and Xiao Jing had to leave.

My wife exclaimed excitedly, "How can there be insufficient evidence! Isn't Lin Xinyu, whom we rescued from Japan, our witness?" Her colleague said, "Lin Xinyu said she was just traveling in Japan, and Xiao Jing is just a good friend of hers." "How could she say that? She was clearly...!" Her colleague continued, "Lin Xinyu said it's her private life, and no one else has the right to interfere." Xiao Jing laughed loudly, a laugh that was both grating and utterly repulsive.

The next day, the bureau chief found my wife and me, informing us that Xiao Jing's case would be temporarily suspended. My

wife and I didn't know what had happened, so we asked the bureau chief. He shook his head and sighed, only saying it was the order from above, and he couldn't do anything about it.

Back in her office, my wife was furious. She angrily tore down Xiao Jing's photo from the blackboard and shredded it.

I instructed my colleagues to seal up all information about Xiao Jing and comforted my wife, saying, "We'll settle accounts with Xiao Jing sooner or later." My wife told me she wanted to talk to Xinyu again; if Xiao Jing was blackmailing her, she would definitely stand up for Xinyu. But I advised her against it. Xinyu's refusal to testify must have its own unspeakable reasons. Being trained as a sex slave is extremely shameful, and if it gets out, it will have a huge impact on her future. I think that for Lin Xinyu, she might need to forget this past.

This weekend, I told my wife not to think about Xiao Jing anymore, to forget that bastard, forget all the unhappiness, and have some fun.

I arranged everything, and then, with my wife's half-hearted resistance, I went with her to the hotel we had arranged to meet our friends.

This is my wife's secret, hidden behind our identities as criminal police officers, our most private life.

I'm a man with a cuckold fetish. I don't dislike other men having evil thoughts about my wife; on the contrary, I enjoy the lustful and hungry expressions on their faces when they see her. I especially enjoy seeing her in her police uniform, acting like a bitch, letting others take turns playing with her—a wanton and intoxicated state.

In the hotel bed

, several friends from our online group had already eagerly surrounded my wife.

These friends were people I met online, and after getting to know each other for a while, we finally met in person.

At first, we were a little hesitant, but after a few experienced group members who had been with other women, my wife and I quickly overcame our reservations and became as familiar with them as we were chatting online. Then, step by step, we pushed Yuwei onto the bed.

My wife was wearing her police uniform, but at that moment, the skirt of her uniform had been lifted up to her waist by the group members, revealing her smooth, round, and tender buttocks, which were being caressed by several men in turn. Only half of the buttons on her uniform were fastened, and her pair of large, white breasts were pulled out of the open neckline, bouncing and exposed to everyone's view, her erect nipples being sucked by the men in front of her.

When the group members first learned that my wife and I were police officers, they couldn't believe it. But I told them that police officers are also human, with emotions and desires, children and grandchildren, so it wasn't anything special.

Later, after spending more time with my wife and me, the group members suggested that they have sex with my wife while she was in her police uniform, saying that it would be very exciting.

My wife initially disagreed, feeling it wasn't right, but after I persuaded her and she tried it once, her opinion changed. She said that when she was being gang-raped while wearing her police uniform, it felt like being raped, and her self-esteem was being trampled on, making her feel particularly corrupt. However, this corruption made her reach orgasm very easily, and the orgasms were extremely intense.

"Do me... I want you all..." "You slutty bitch in a police uniform." My wife gasped, "I... I'm not..." "Still saying you're not, look at you now!" Experienced members of the group used language to provoke my wife, stirring up her inner self-esteem and trampling on it forcefully. They questioned my wife while forcefully pulling her nipples, squeezing her breasts, prying open her labia with their fingers, and then digging into her already overflowing cunt, smearing the flowing fluid on my wife's anus to facilitate the subsequent insertion of their fingers.

The two holes on my wife's body, which originally belonged only to me, were now being freely entered and defiled by other men, and I was still excited beyond measure.

One of the group members took a pre-prepared collar from his bag and put it around his wife's neck. Then he took out a police badge, the kind used for police dogs, intending to pin it on his wife's police uniform.

His wife said, "Don't pin it on my uniform." The man paused, then his wife said, "Don't... don't pin it on my nipple." We were all stunned when we heard her say this, then we were both excited and surprised by her boldness and lewdness.

His wife said, "Punish me, punish this useless policeman." Hearing her words, I knew she couldn't let go of Xiao Jing's case. But thinking about it, who could easily let go? I hadn't slept well for days, all because of that bastard Xiao Jing.

But at this moment, I couldn't comfort my wife about the case. So be it, let the group members do it, let my wife vent.

I nodded to the group member who was hesitant to use the badge, letting them go ahead.

One member of the group grabbed my wife's left nipple and stretched it outwards as much as possible. Several other members, as if afraid that Yuwei would struggle, tied her hands behind her back and held them firmly in place. Then, one of the members took the needle of a police badge pin, aimed it at my wife's nipple, and forcefully stabbed it in.

My wife let out a "woof," her brows furrowed, and her body arched backward in pain. But then, she trembled and straightened her chest again. The police badge pierced through her nipple flashed under the light. The expression on her face seemed to be one of relief from the punishment, but also one of feeling corrupted by it.

One of the group members tried to make lewd remarks about my wife, but all I saw was my wife sticking out her tongue and barking twice like a dog, then saying with a look of ecstasy, "Give me your cocks, this bitch wants your big cocks." The group members took turns pulling down their pants, and it was clear that they had been eager to have sex with my wife for a long time. Now they could finally stir-fry my wife's tender pussy.

Three men from the group worked together. One lay beneath the wife, letting her sit on him, her vagina enveloping his thick, long penis. Another man made her bend over, her light brown, plump anus already wet and sticky, just like her vagina, allowing the man behind her to easily thrust all the way in. Finally, the last man stood in front of the wife, his penis trembling as it slid across her red lips. Yuwei opened her mouth, like a hungry bitch, and took the large sausage in her mouth… The clean sheets were quickly soaked with the vaginal fluids she gushed out during her orgasm and the urine she lost control of during her climax, until they looked almost as if they had been pulled out of the water.

The men stripped the wife of her police uniform, leaving her naked and covered in sweat, like a piece of soft dough smeared with oil, sandwiched between the three men, being played with in various positions.

My wife moaned and cried out with abandon. In that moment, she seemed to have forgotten everything, casting aside all her unhappiness. Her mind was now completely consumed by her cunt and anus. Yuwei was utterly intoxicated by lust, like a sow only thinking of being fed.

As for me, I was overwhelmed by the hot, pungent smell emanating from my wife as she ravaged the man, and by the sight of her wanton behavior and the men's wanton fondling of her. My pants were down to my knees, and my hand was rapidly stroking my penis. My face was almost touching my wife's crotch as two large penises were thrusting into her simultaneously. I could almost taste the fluids that had splattered from her body during intercourse.

So good, so incredibly good!

Just as we were indulging in our pleasure, the doorbell rang.

One of the group members said, "He's my buddy." I said, "Why didn't you tell me beforehand?" He leered and said, "I thought this would be a surprise for you guys." His words moved me. Having a complete stranger join in definitely gave me more of a cuckold's thrill, making me feel like my wife was a prostitute on the street, free to be fucked by strangers. The group member opened the door and let his friend into the room. When I saw that person, I felt like I had fallen into an ice cave.

Xiao Jing! How could it be him!

When Xiao Jing saw me, he was also stunned, but then when he saw his wife on the bed having sex with two men, an uncontrollable evil smile appeared on his face.

When Xiao Jing entered, his wife was still engaged in her lewd act with two other group members. Her eyes were closed, her expression a mixture of enjoyment and satisfaction. Her tongue lolled out, seemingly yearning to suck and lick the men's penises. She was like a piece of melted cheese, being roasted from both ends by the two men, her vulva and anus greedily sucking at their hot rods.

Xiao Jing grinned wickedly and brought his head close to his wife's face, giving her a light kiss. His wife, with her eyes closed, had no idea that it was Xiao Jing kissing her; she thought it was one of the other group members. Without opening her eyes, she instinctively brought her lips to his, extending her soft tongue, and they shared a passionate, wet kiss.

"Yuwei!" I couldn't help but call out.

But his wife on the bed suddenly wrapped her arms around Xiao Jing's neck, moaning indistinctly, "Mmm! I...I want...I want more! Come on! Ooh! So good!" As she spoke, she twisted her waist and shook her buttocks vigorously, welcoming the two men's thrusts. With one hand, she lifted her large breasts, as if offering a tribute, and brought her erect nipples to Xiao Jing's lips. The expression on her face seemed to be an extreme desire for the next wave of climax.

Without hesitation, Xiao Jing bit down on his wife's nipple, pulling it outwards. His wife let out a soft "hmm," seemingly in pain, but she didn't flinch. Instead, her expression suggested she was deriving immense pleasure from the pain. Xiao Jing noticed the police badge pinned to his wife's other nipple. Intrigued and amused, he flicked the badge with his finger. The pin pierced his wife's nipple, and each flick brought her waves of pain. However, this pain caused her moans to rise from soft whimpers to loud climaxes. I think my wife is about to reach orgasm.

Watching his wife's selfless and infatuated state, and seeing her increasingly aroused expression, Xiao Jing slowly raised his face to her ear and whispered, "Officer Yang, I didn't expect we'd meet again so soon." His wife's body trembled, and she abruptly opened her eyes. When she saw that the person in front of her was Xiao Jing, her expression instantly twisted in shock and shame. She couldn't help but scream, but the sound that came out was like a wailing cry of someone collapsing at the peak of orgasm.

She struggled violently, as if trying to shake off the two men holding her, trying to escape this humiliating scene. But her body convulsed uncontrollably, shaking and trembling wildly. Her juices gushed from her still-erect vagina, like a burst dam, overflowing everywhere… His wife had orgasmed, reaching a naked climax right before the eyes of the man she least wanted to see, the man she loathed to the extreme… In the hotel, only Xiao Jing, my wife, and I remained.

I let the others go first.

Xiao Jing's arrival today was purely coincidental; I can only say this world is too small and too coincidental.

Xiao Jing is an SM dominatrix; he knows many netizens like us, and attending group sex parties organized by these netizens is a common occurrence for him.

Xiao Jing said, "I didn't expect you and your wife to be such open-minded people." In his mind, we had always been upright police officers, but he never imagined we had such a lewd side.

I said, "I don't want to hear any empty talk; I just hope you won't tell anyone about what happened today." Xiao Jing said, "Of course." I didn't expect him to agree so readily, but then I thought, he must have some purpose.

Sure enough, Xiao Jing immediately stated his conditions: he wanted to discipline my wife as payment for not reporting us.

He said, "Officers, I know you want to bring me to justice, but you haven't found any flaws in me. Now, how about I give you a chance to catch me?" Xiao Jing paused, then looked at his wife and said, "Let Officer Yang undergo three months of my training. If I can't arouse her submissive nature and make her willingly become a sex slave during these three months, then Officer Yang will become the best witness in court, putting me in jail. Do you dare to play this game with me?" I said, "No! Get out of here!" While I was talking to Xiao Jing, my wife sat on the bed without saying a word, like a statue. She didn't have time to put on clothes, only covered herself with a sheet, which was wet, with traces of her vaginal fluid and urine.

At this moment, my wife suddenly said, "Fine, I accept your 'training,' but I'm not playing games with you. I'm betting my life against you to avenge Xinyu and prevent any more women from being harmed. I will definitely send you to prison." Xiao Jing said, "Alright! Let's wait and see." Thus, my wife and Xiao Jing's life-or-death bet was made.

I wanted to ask my wife why she didn't discuss it with me before making the decision, but then I thought, what face did I have to question her? I was the one who took her to that group sex event, and I was the one who chose the online friend. Now, the culprit who has put us in this predicament is myself.

Moreover, my wife and I had no choice when facing Xiao Jing. If we didn't agree, he might make even more outrageous demands.

My wife told me that her bet with Xiao Jing might truly be her last chance to send him to prison.

I said, "No matter how arduous the future, no matter how brutal the outcome, I will wholeheartedly support you, because you are my everything, and your decision is my decision." My wife said, "Husband, promise me you will never leave me, never abandon me, you are the only support in my life." "I promise." Even though my wife and I were prepared, we still found ourselves flustered when faced with Xiao Jing's training.

We discovered that Xiao Jing wasn't training my wife alone, but rather a complete and powerful team led by Xiao Jing, systematically and methodically transforming and corrupting her.

The three-bedroom, one-living-room apartment where my wife and I lived after our marriage was almost completely renovated by them.

The once spacious living room was now furnished with a rocking horse, a rope, a cross, and other instruments of torture.

In the study, Xiao Jing replaced all the books on criminal investigation with erotic magazines, mostly Japanese and German SM magazines.

The bed and sofa in the guest room were removed and replaced with a dog cage and dog bowl. For the next three months, my wife would no longer share a room with me; she would move into the guest room and live in the dog cage.

The other guest room would be occupied by Xiao Jing and his team of staff on a rotating basis. They would be responsible for disciplining my wife 24 hours a day, without the slightest slackening.

The rest of the house remained unchanged, except for the bedroom, kitchen, and bathroom. On the wall above the bed in the bedroom, there was still a photo of my wife and me taken at our wedding. In the photo, Yuwei looked so pure and lovely, like a stunningly beautiful star playing a fairy on television.

Thinking back to those days, when I finally won over my wife, this rare beauty among police officers, in police academy, how many people envied my good fortune behind my back?

But who would have thought that my pure and beautiful wife from back then is now naked and wanton, wearing only a pair of black lace stockings, placed on a rocking horse, her hands bound behind her back with black leather handcuffs, her long, beautiful hair tied into a ponytail and tied with a rope connected to a hook on the ceiling, forcing her to look up and stare straight ahead at the television in front of her. They forbade her to close her eyes and forced her to watch the SM movie playing on the television, forcing her sight, hearing, touch, and even hallucinations, including every sense of her body, to be trained.

One hour, two hours… The wife sat on the rocking horse, already drenched in sweat. She repeatedly bent over with difficulty, only to be pulled back up by her hair, a cycle that felt like being tortured on a fire. She had no right to cry out; her mouth was gagged, and she could only utter sobbing moans. Under the light, glistening sweat trickled down her bare back, chest, and forehead, making her body look as if coated in butter, like a sow slowly roasting to a golden brown.

Her legs straddled the rocking horse, the top of the three-pronged horse deeply embedded between her labia. As time passed, the tip of the three-pronged horse sank deeper and deeper into her crotch, as if cutting her vagina in two.

Before placing his wife on the rocking horse, they carefully pulled Yuwei's clitoris out of her foreskin and tied it securely with a fishing line so it couldn't retract. When his wife sat on the rocking horse, her clitoris was forced to bear the weight of her body, pressed against the top of the horse, and brutally flattened, causing Yuwei to tremble uncontrollably... Yuwei had been sitting on the rocking horse for a full three hours. She seemed to be about to collapse, occasionally leaning to one side, drool dripping from the corners of her mouth, her eyelids trembling as if she were about to faint. Stop

, please stop! I couldn't bear to see my wife being tortured any longer. I went back to my bedroom, but even though I couldn't see my wife, my mind was filled with the image of her writhing on the rocking horse. My penis was erect, painfully pressing against my crotch. I pulled down my pants and couldn't help but start masturbating.

Just as I was about to ejaculate, my wife's crying suddenly intensified in the living room outside the door. I went to the door and saw through the crack that two men were whipping my wife's buttocks hard with leather whips.

The whips struck my wife's raised, fleshy buttocks with loud, crisp "smacks," splashing greasy sweat from her buttocks.

They were whipping her hard; with each strike, my wife would involuntarily twitch her buttocks. This physical reaction caused her clitoris to suffer. The tender clitoris was constantly being rubbed by the body and the rocking horse, and the waves of stimulation made my wife tremble uncontrollably, the trembling becoming more and more intense until it turned into spasms. Her small, fleshy feet, encased in black stockings, curled up, her toes pointing straight up, and incontinent urine gushed from between my wife's legs, flowing down the three-cornered rocking horse like a waterfall.

One of them pulled a plastic plug out of my wife's anus, and instantly, a stream of milky white liquid gushed out... They had given my wife an enema while I was in the room.

From 6 PM to 10 PM, a full four hours, they finally took my wife off the rocking horse. She seemed completely paralyzed, only able to stand with the man's support.

That night, my wife slept in a dog cage. The cage was small, and she could only curl up inside, but exhausted, she didn't care and quickly fell asleep... From the first day my wife was "trained," they replaced her eating bowl with a dog bowl, and ordered her to kneel on the ground and eat like a dog, licking instead of biting. They even inserted a dog tail into her anus, making her look and act like a female dog.

The training lasted a week, but that short week felt like a year to my wife and me.

Despite how unbearable it was, this torment was only just beginning.

From the second week onward, Xiao Jing moved the training ground from our living room to the rooftop.

Late at night, the rooftop of our apartment complex was deserted except for my wife, Xiao Jing, and his team.

Just like in our living room, my wife was tied to a three-legged rocking horse. But the cool outdoor wind and the shame of being exposed caused her, who had gradually grown accustomed to sitting on the horse, to break down once again.

Her eyes kept glancing at the stairwell door, as if afraid someone would suddenly come up, afraid of being seen by the neighbors. But the more afraid she became, the more intense her orgasms became, and the more unbearable her shameful state became.

Xiao Jing deliberately left his wife without a gag, letting her moans drift in and out. Knowing Xiao Jing's malicious intent, she bit her lip, trying to suppress her moans, but in the end, she let out a long-suppressed, involuntary cry.

The gushing fluids soaked her stockings, making them stick to her skin, and droplets of water dripped from the taut toes of her feet.

The cool outdoor breeze chilled her body, making her shiver and reminding her she was outdoors.

"Please don't leave me here, I can't take it anymore! Please... please take me back..." This was the first time his wife had pleaded with Xiao Jing. Sitting on the rocking horse, her expression was one of near tears; her mental endurance seemed to have reached its limit, her body teetering on the brink of collapse, seemingly exhausted.

Xiao Jing glanced at his watch and said, "One hour left, Officer Yang. You have to hold on a little longer." "Please, let me go, I really can't take it anymore." As his wife said this, her body suddenly convulsed. Someone pulled the anal plug out of her anus, and white milk gushed out from her open anus.

"Ugh... Ahhh..." His wife arched her back forward, but because of the forward lean, the tip of the rocking horse penetrated even deeper into her vaginal opening. Her clitoris, bound by fishing line, was subjected to intense pressure between her thighs. The intense stimulation caused her body to tremble violently and then bounce up sharply. Her urethra twitched and contracted, but she could no longer urinate; only saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth... Xiao Jing took out his penis and, in front of me, shoved it into his wife's mouth.

His wife did not resist and obediently began to suckle Xiao Jing's mouth. She licked very diligently, seemingly eager to please Xiao Jing so that he would let her go sooner.

Xiao Jing's expression seemed quite satisfied with his wife's service. He turned to me, deliberately humiliating me, saying, "Officer Wang, I didn't expect your wife's oral skills to be so good. Look how happy she is." He then grabbed his wife's hair and asked, "Officer Yang, did you enjoy it?" His wife hesitated for a moment, glancing at me with an expression full of helplessness and shame. But at that moment, she had no choice but to nod to Xiao Jing.

Xiao Jing laughed heartily, a smug look on his face... 24 hours a day, aside from ensuring his wife got 8 hours of sleep each night, Xiao Jing spent almost all his remaining time "training" my wife, including during our work hours.

My wife and I are both criminal police officers, and we can usually wear our uniforms to work.

Today, my wife's attire was quite different from usual. She wore a low-cut top, her full, rounded breasts nearly spilling out, and a strange police badge was pinned to her chest—the kind used on police dogs. What others didn't know was that the badge's pin was threaded through her top, inside her nipple.

Yuwei wore a short skirt that barely covered her vulva, the hem almost level with her pubic area, barely concealing her pert buttocks. Any slight movement would reveal her cleavage. Underneath the skirt, she wore no underwear, only flesh-colored pantyhose, tightly covering her sexy buttocks and alluring legs.

Her colleagues at the police station found her appearance both stunning and strange. The wife who had always been aloof in their eyes was now dressed so seductively, almost like a nightclub hostess.

My colleagues only dared to watch, not ask any questions, because they didn't know if we were on some secret mission. My wife and I were the top officers in the police force; everyone except the chief had to obey our orders.

But now, my wife had Xiao Jing as her new superior. My wife's phone rang; it was a text message. I could tell from her embarrassed yet ashamed expression that the message was definitely from Xiao Jing.

My wife clutched her phone, her pretty face flushed, and frowned at me. Then, she glanced shyly at her colleagues in the office. Seeing that no one was paying attention to her, she hesitated, then reached under her desk with her phone in her hand, turned on the video, faced her crotch, and slowly lifted her already short skirt with her other hand, trembling as she parted her legs.

The desks in the police station were like school desks, without a partition in front, allowing a view of the person sitting there. So, at that moment, any colleague could easily see my wife's legs spread apart under the desk, and her vulva, stretched open by a cucumber half-eaten and three fingers thick, beneath her pantyhose… Xiao Jing had eaten half of the cucumber that morning and inserted it into my wife's vagina before she left. This made me feel like he was using my wife's vagina as a garbage can. Looking at my wife's expression, she seemed to share the same sense of humiliation as me.

Xiao Jing ordered his wife to keep the cucumber between her legs, not allowing her to remove it. The cucumber, pressed against the crotch of her pantyhose, moved in and out of her vagina with her movements, like a man's penis fucking Yuwei.

My wife maintained this spread-leg position under the desk for over ten minutes, but even those short ten minutes left her panting, sweat dripping from her forehead to her chin.

As my wife closed her legs, I saw her body tremble as if she were reaching orgasm.

At noon, we ate in the cafeteria.

My wife got two bowls of vegetables, half a box of rice, and a long, thick, green cucumber.

Looking at her expression as she held the cucumber, I knew it was Xiao Jing's idea again.

We sat with our colleagues, and halfway through the meal, several male colleagues couldn't help but stop eating, stealing glances at my wife. She wasn't biting the cucumber, but licking it, like licking a man's penis, swallowing and spitting it out, teasing the tip with her tongue.

My colleagues were stunned, but my wife didn't dare lift her eyes, as if afraid that seeing their gazes would break her. Finally, she swallowed half the cucumber in one gulp, as if performing a deep throat for a man, coughing loudly from choking, and couldn't sit still any longer, rushing to the restroom… After work, my wife and I didn't drive home; instead, we took a long detour and took the bus home.

The bus route was chosen by Xiao Jing; it was remote and sparsely populated.

As soon as his wife boarded, she attracted most of the passengers' attention. They stared at her short skirt, which barely covered her vulva but barely concealed her buttocks, her low-cut top that nearly exposed her areolas, and the incongruous police badge on her chest. Their expressions varied.

But I think none of the people on the bus could have imagined that his wife, dressed so provocatively, like a nightclub hostess, was actually a skilled law enforcement officer.

After the bus left the city, several men boarded. I recognized them; they were members of Xiao Jing's team.

They went to his wife's side, made her stand up, and then, in front of everyone on the bus, lifted her skirt to her waist, allowing them a clear view of her full buttocks clad only in flesh-colored pantyhose, and the half-eaten cucumber still inserted in her vagina.

Some passengers were surprised, some smirked, some looked on with disdain, and others glanced at me, seemingly guessing at my relationship with my wife, or perhaps waiting for my reaction.

I lowered my head, avoiding their gazes. At that moment, I felt ashamed as my wife.

The man made my wife sit in the front side seat, seemingly intentionally so that everyone could see her more clearly.

"Husband, sit next to me," my wife said softly, as if extremely unwilling. I knew she didn't want to see me humiliated, and even less did she want others to know that she was a married woman who had no shame. But this was an order to discipline her, and my wife had no choice but to obey.

I sat down next to my wife, holding her hand firmly, silently supporting her, and together we prepared to be tortured.

The man made my wife spread her legs, pulled down the crotch of her pantyhose, took out a cucumber, and then took out a razor. After pouring some water on my wife's vulva, he actually shaved her pubic hair in front of everyone on the bus.

The sparse, curly pubic hair scattered on the ground, like the wife's gradually shattering heart. Helpless and in pain, she closed her eyes, her palms sweating as she held my hand. Her trembling body seemed consumed by the stares of others.

The man quickly shaved off her pubic hair, poured water on it, and rinsed away the remaining hair. In the setting sun, her pinkish-brown labia, the protruding foreskin and bright red clitoris, and her fair, tender mons pubis resembled a plump, freshly pulled from the water.

The man couldn't resist taking a bite, his tongue plunging into her vulva, greedily sucking the nectar within, his face filled with ecstasy.

His wife let out a soft "Mmm," a low moan. Although she felt incredibly ashamed, her body honestly felt pleasure.

The man looked up and asked the people in the car, "Anyone else want to try?" The crowd whispered amongst themselves, but no one responded immediately. The man continued, "Whoever comes first, I'll give them 100 yuan!" Instantly, someone shouted, "I'll do it!" "I'll do it!" The man gave me a lewd smile and then said, "Give me 100 yuan." What… he actually wanted me to pay? To pay someone else to have my wife's cunt? This was utterly despicable.

The man said, "Hurry up, or I'll call someone to fuck your wife." "Okay… okay… here you go." I took out the money and handed it to the man.

A man with a full beard, dressed like a migrant worker, took the money and squatted down in front of his wife. He first licked her, then, as if tasting its deliciousness, began to eat it with relish. The more he ate, the more energetic he became, almost burying half his face in his wife's vagina, his tongue probing inside, making "slap slap" sounds like sucking porridge, his expression as if he were savoring a delicacy... His wife's body was pressed firmly against me, her moans intermittent, seemingly suppressed yet unable to hold back, her sensitive body occasionally convulsing and trembling.

"Okay, okay, stop! Is anyone else here?" "I'll go!" Now that someone had started, the men behind no longer pretended to be reserved, taking turns to taste his wife's tender vagina, enjoying her shy and adorable appearance as they sucked on her.

Inside the carriage, the men's lewd laughter, the "slurping" sounds of sucking, and the wife's low moans rose and fell.

An older woman, seemingly unable to bear it any longer, walked over to the wife and slapped Yuwei hard across the face, saying, "Even selling your body isn't as shameless as you! Have you no shame?" The wife's face was full of grievance.

The man said, "Auntie is right." He then slapped Yuwei's vulva hard, making a crisp "smack" sound, causing the wife's plump labia to flatten and spread open, her vulva twitching and contracting. The man said, "Auntie, if you're going to hit someone, hit them here. This woman's cunt is just cheap." The woman glared at the man and got off the bus without looking back when it reached the station.

The man asked, "Is there any other auntie who wants to teach this slut a lesson?" A plump woman stood up, jabbing the bearded man who had just paid for sex with money. "Let me handle this!" she said. Then, she angrily walked over to her wife and said, "You little bitch, I'll teach you to seduce men again." The wife shook her head in grievance, but the plump woman's large, fan-like hand suddenly slapped her vulva. The wife cried out in pain, her body bouncing up like a fish thrown onto the shore.

The woman, her face flushed, angrily pressed her wife down with one thick arm while her other hand relentlessly slapped her vulva, producing a series of crisp "slap slap" sounds. The wife, sitting on the seat, also blushed, but her expression was a mixture of pain, helplessness, and humiliation as she cried out.

The woman, after a while, stopped to wipe her sweat. Just then, a stream of clear water gushed from her vagina, dripping onto the floor.

The driver in front, seeing her urinating in the rearview mirror, yelled, "Hey, you need to pee! Go outside!" Her wife trembled as she urinated, unable to stop. Her anus and vagina contracted repeatedly, but she couldn't stop her open urethra, and the urine quickly formed a puddle on the floor.

She buried her face in my arms, too ashamed to face what she was seeing… That day, I came home from work.

The living room was empty. As I reached the bedroom door, I saw my wife about to come out.

She hadn't gone to work that day; Xiao Jing had said he wanted to give her a special, extra-extra training session, and had asked me to call in sick for her.

Therefore, my wife hadn't been with me all day, and I had spent the whole day worrying about her, worrying about how Xiao Jing would torment her.

How did things turn out this way? We, who were supposed to represent justice, have become Xiao Jing's playthings. I'm starting to doubt whether I'm even a policeman, or even a man.

In my office drawer lies the handgun I didn't return after a call. I really want to shoot that bastard, but I know the consequences better than anyone. I won't use it unless absolutely necessary.

"Honey...you...you're back..." "Yeah, are you alright?" "I'm fine." "Where are they?" My wife shook her head.

I said, "Not here?" My wife didn't answer.

At that moment, a sudden urge to escape surged within me. I grabbed my wife's hand and said, "Wife, let's run away." My wife showed a hint of surprise, then hesitated and withdrew her hand, saying, "No." "Why not? Now!" I excitedly tried to pull my wife out of the room, but she gripped the door, swaying and resisting me. Just as we were locked in a stalemate, my wife's back seemed to be shoved hard, and she fell forward into my arms. My heart skipped a beat, and I realized that my wife's lower body was completely naked. In the darkness, a pair of large male hands grabbed her buttocks, and a thick, dark penis thrust into my wife's body, making her slam against me with each thrust.

The bedroom was a mess.

The wedding photo that had been hanging on the wall was now on the bed, the frame covered in wet stains.

The man having sex with my wife seemed to be putting on a show for me. He suddenly lifted her up in a position as if she were urinating, then alternately thrust his penis into her anus. He stood on the bed, straddling our wedding photo.

At that moment, another man came up and dug his fingers into my wife's vagina, rapidly thrusting in and out of her already swollen and reddened vulva... "Husband...don't look...don't look..." my wife cried out in shame, but the next second, she seemed to suddenly stop breathing, her voice gone. Her head was thrown back high, her body stiffened in mid-air, her legs trembling violently as if cramping. Then, as the man quickly withdrew his fingers, a large gush of vaginal fluid spurted from my wife's opened vagina, all of it splashing onto our wedding photo.

The man holding my wife, seeing my devastated expression, was stimulated and thrust several times into my wife's anus, ejaculating with a howl.

After he withdrew his penis, his wife's loose anus, which had been thoroughly penetrated, began to fart loudly. Then, I saw a large, sticky wad of paper, like feces, slowly fall out of her anus, mixed with the man's semen, and land on the bed.

The man put his wife down, unfolded the paper, and stuck it to her face. That...that...that was our torn marriage certificate.

"Ah! You bastards! Bastards! I'll kill you all with my own hands! I'll kill you all with my own hands!" I shouted, but my body went limp and I knelt on the ground, my penis twitching excitedly, shamelessly ejaculating... Xiao Jing's training of his wife had lasted for a month.

Dressing in revealing and sexy clothes had almost become a daily routine for his wife. From initial resistance to gradual adaptation, it had now become a habit for her.

Weekend, a bustling shopping mall.

My wife, dressed in a sexy short skirt, black stockings, and high heels, with sunglasses on, looked both sexy and fashionable . She linked arms with me as we walked through the crowd, while Xiao Jing followed behind, keeping in touch with us on his phone.

The men around us frequently glanced at my wife, their eyes filled with lust and envy, giving me a long-lost sense of superiority.

I thought back to those days in the hotel, when we played group sex games with our friends. My wife dressed similarly, exposing herself freely for their viewing pleasure, allowing me to witness the men's hungry gazes upon her.

Back then, we were so innocent, simply enjoying sex, not being coerced like this.

But conversely, was Xiao Jing's coercion truly coercion?

Although my wife's every wanton act was due to Xiao Jing's orders, didn't she ultimately accept it all with resignation?

Look at her now, so natural, as if it were her birthright.

His wife beside him swayed her hips and took easy steps forward, her eyes glancing at the beautiful clothes around her from time to time, seemingly not caring at all about other people's opinions.

As my wife and I passed a store we often shopped at, I asked her, "Want to go in and take a look?" She glanced at it and said, "Their clothes are too old-fashioned." We took the escalator from the second floor of the mall to the third.

Xiao Jing stopped us in front of a lingerie counter and ordered my wife to pick out two pieces.

Yuwei took my arm and walked into the counter, casually picking one out from the shelf. Just then, her phone rang. It was a text message from Xiao Jing; he had actually asked my wife to try it on and then came out of the fitting room to ask me if it looked good.

This was outrageous! This was a mall! How could he do this!

I looked at my wife; her expression seemed embarrassed, but then she took a deep breath and actually went into the fitting room with the lingerie.

"Honey, does it look good?" When my wife came out of the fitting room, my eyes almost popped out of their sockets. My wife, wearing the lingerie, was nearly naked, but ten times more lewd than naked.

The sheer fabric of the lingerie attire made her firm, white breasts almost spill out, with two golden bells adorning her nipples. Beautiful lace patterns extended from her breasts to her slender waist. The lingerie also used transparent fabric at the vulva, clearly revealing her shaved genitals. Even more provocative, her labia were also adorned with lingerie accessories, pulling them apart to expose her wet opening.

She turned, slightly protruding her buttocks, and gently parted them with her hands. The back of the lingerie was entirely made of straps, with a metal hook attached to the end, now hooked into her anus, lifting her tender anus upwards. Passing

customers, seeing her provocative attire, stopped in their tracks.

"Honey, does it look good?" my wife asked again, her voice trembling slightly, as if she couldn't hide her nervousness.

The saleswoman said, "Miss, you can let your husband see it in the fitting room." My wife said, "There's no mirror in the fitting room, I want him to see it here." The saleswoman noticed several men among the other customers staring at my wife with ill intentions, so she came over to give her a hint, but my wife didn't appreciate it at all. She muttered under her breath, "Slut." My wife turned her head and glared at the saleswoman, saying, "What did you say?" The saleswoman said sarcastically, "I said you're pretty." "Really?" "Yes, look, so many men are looking at you. You should try on a few more and let them see." "You..." I said, "Honey, this one looks pretty good, let's buy this one." But my wife said angrily, "No, I want to try on a couple more." As she spoke, she casually picked out another one.

I stood at the door of the dressing room, waiting for my wife to finish changing. The female shop assistant and the lady at the next counter stood to one side, occasionally pointing and whispering in my direction, seemingly gossiping about my wife and me.

My wife lifted the curtain of the dressing room and came out.

This time, the upper body of the lingerie wasn't much different from the previous one, still seductively exposing my wife's breasts, but the design of the lower body was quite different. Its crotch was connected to two thick, black penises, like two black men's penises, inserted one in front and one in back into my wife's vagina and anus.

As my wife walked, the penises in her vagina and anus moved up and down, as if she were being fucked by two men at the same time, making her steps slightly unsteady.

"Honey, how's this one?" My wife spoke with extreme flirtatiousness, as if deliberately putting on a show for me in front of the female shop assistant, but her soft, trembling voice couldn't hide her inner shame and the panic of being watched.

The wife squeezed her legs together, seemingly enduring the pleasure brought by the penis, but her buttocks were still free to be attacked from both sides by the two large penises, and were stimulated to bounce slightly up and down.

The saleswoman said, "It looks beautiful, absolutely stunning! Look, even your husband is mesmerized. And all these men here love seeing you dressed like this." My wife, avoiding eye contact, instinctively covered her chest with one hand, but retorted defiantly, "With a good figure, anything looks good on me, unlike some people." "Yeah, women like me can't pull this off. Look at the brand, the price is on it. If you want it, go pay. If not, I'll throw it away. Who tries on clothes like you and actually stuffs that thing inside?" The woman who had been standing next to the saleswoman stepped forward, saying, "Let me see what brand it is. Oh my, Bitch! It's imported from America! People actually buy this kind of brand, haha." "Bitch, doesn't that mean 'whore'? What kind of person buys this brand?" The two saleswomen deliberately mispronounced "beach" as "bitch" to humiliate my wife.

Everyone around laughed.

Seeing that more and more people were watching, I felt too embarrassed to stay any longer. I quickly paid the bill and left the mall with my wife.

In the parking lot, my wife threw the sexy lingerie we had bought onto the ground.

"What am I doing! What am I doing! I feel so pathetic, I can't believe that woman was me just now, husband, what should I do! What should I do!" I hugged my wife and said, "Wife, it's not your fault, it's all that bastard Xiao Jing's fault. We still have two months, we must get through this." "I'm afraid I'll go crazy, I'll really become corrupted, and I'll never be the same again!" "No, Weiwei, I believe in you, you can do it. That person wasn't you, just treat her as a dream." "But..." "Don't say anymore, wife, Xiao Jing is waiting for us..." Am I also becoming a pervert, actually thinking of Xiao Jing when my wife needs comfort? These days, I haven't dared to admit it, Xiao Jing seems to be another me, doing to Yuwei things I've always wanted to do but never dared to.

[To be continued]

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