My wife Pearl became someone else's wife.

[My wife, Pearl, became someone else's wife] [The End]

A sharp pain shot through my head, and with a soft "Ah!" I slowly opened my eyes. Everything was white. I steadied myself and realized I was in a hospital. I looked at myself; thankfully, aside from my bandaged head, I wasn't seriously injured.

"You're awake? Good. We've already notified your partner; she'll be here soon. Are you dizzy?" A gentle voice sounded in my ear. I turned my head and saw a nurse standing by the bed, looking down at me.

I felt a slight headache, but otherwise, I felt fine. I said, "It's okay, I'm not dizzy, just a little sore." The nurse chuckled and said, "That's because you had a cut in your head and needed stitches; of course, it'll hurt a little. It's good that you're not dizzy. If you feel dizzy or nauseous, please let us know immediately." "Okay," I replied, then closed my eyes. Although the nurse was beautiful, my introverted personality prevented me from having any flirtatious impulses.

"What bad luck," I sighed. I was walking peacefully to work when, as I passed a row of apartment buildings, a flowerpot fell from the sky and hit me on the head. Luckily, the flowerpot wasn't big, and it probably wasn't very high, otherwise, I probably wouldn't have woken up.

Other people get lucky, but I got a flowerpot fall from the sky, and it landed right on my head. I chuckled self-deprecatingly. I've never been one to aim too high, and my life has been rather uneventful: I went to a mediocre university, found a mediocre job after graduation, and bought a mediocre house in the city. But luckily, I found a wonderful wife: beautiful, gentle, and thrifty. After our son was born, my wife became a full-time housewife, and I never have to worry about anything at home. Our small house is clean and cozy, and our son is healthy and obedient.

I heard the door open, opened my eyes, and saw a woman walk in. My eyes lit up – what a stunning woman! She looked to be around 27 or 28 years old, about the same age as my wife, but taller, probably over 1.7 meters. She had a very curvaceous figure, wearing a one-piece dress that looked like it was about to burst. Her features were beautiful; her lips were full and looked very sexy, and she had a pair of large, almond-shaped eyes above her pert nose. As

soon as she came in, she quickly went to my bedside, grabbed my hand, and I instinctively pulled away, but she held on tightly, saying repeatedly, "Honey, are you alright? You scared me to death!" As she spoke, she reached out to touch my head. I was completely stunned. Who was this? I didn't even know her, yet she called me "honey." I subconsciously turned my head away. The nurse behind me spoke up: "Your husband is fine, he just had a cut on his head, it's been stitched up, he only needs a check-up for a day or two and he can be discharged." "Oh, oh, that's good, thank you, doctor." This woman didn't care whether the person was a nurse or a doctor, and after speaking, she turned to me and said: "I've fired those workers, they're really lawless, daring to lay a hand on me. I've already called the police and had the one who hit me arrested. You take good care of your injury, and when you get out, you'll deal with them properly." I was certain she had mistaken me for someone else. I was hit on the head by a flowerpot, what did she mean by being hit? But the nervous look in her eyes didn't seem fake. I composed myself and said, "Ma'am, are you sure you haven't mistaken me for someone else?" The woman's eyes widened instantly. She froze for a few seconds, looking terrified. She gripped my hand tighter, her voice trembling with tears, "Honey, what's wrong? I'm your wife! What, ma'am? Don't scare me!" She turned to one of the nurses, "Doctor, what happened? Why doesn't my husband recognize me?" The nurse seemed startled as well. She said, "Don't worry, I'll go get the doctor right away." She then quickly left.

From the moment the woman entered until the nurse left, a series of unexpected events left me a little dizzy. What was all this about? I'd been hit on the head, and when I woke up, the world had changed. I realized the woman wasn't faking it, but I genuinely didn't recognize her.

A moment later, the nurse brought in a doctor. The doctor immediately asked, "Do you feel any discomfort, like dizziness, nausea, or anything else?" I was actually a little scared; I thought I was dreaming! I had just secretly pinched my thigh—it hurt so much! It couldn't be a dream, but what was happening? Hearing the doctor's question, I hesitated for a moment, then could only say, "I just have a slight headache, nothing else." The doctor then asked, "Does it hurt inside your head or just your scalp?" I thought for a moment, and apart from the wound on my head, I really didn't feel anything else, so I said, "It doesn't hurt inside." The doctor was silent for a moment, then said, "How about this, you go get an X-ray first, and then we'll talk, okay?" What could I say? The woman nodded quickly. The nurse helped me up. Actually, I felt I could walk on my own, but it felt good to be taken care of. The doctor took us to get an X-ray. I didn't dare say anything, afraid people would think I was a monster, so I just let them do as they pleased.

After a series of tests, I returned to my hospital bed. Now, I lay half-reclined on the bed, and the woman was feeding me spoonful by spoonful of a bowl of congee with preserved egg and lean pork. I had said I could do it myself, but the woman insisted, so I could only remain silent.

After I finished the congee, the woman kept asking me questions, such as whether I remembered who she was, how many people were in my family, etc. I dared not say anything now, so I could only shake my head. When she got annoyed by the questions, I could only say that I was sleepy and wanted to sleep, and then I lay down.

I closed my eyes, my mind a mess. What was going on? I thought for a long time, but couldn't figure it out. I suddenly thought, could it be something like time travel or reincarnation that I saw online when I was bored? But I just looked at it, and it seems like the time is about right! The physical age is about right too! I

thought for a long time, but still couldn't figure out the reason. However, I felt the urge to urinate, so I got out of bed. As soon as the woman saw me get out of bed, she quickly came to help me and asked what I was doing. I said I needed to go to the bathroom. She saw that I was fine and didn't follow me.

I peed, and while washing my hands, I glanced in the mirror and froze. I saw a strange face—not ugly, not handsome, but something like that—but definitely not my old face.

I stared at my reflection. Thankfully, my mental fortitude isn't the strongest, but it's not too bad either; I didn't faint. I stared for a good ten minutes, then pinched my thigh several times, grimaced, and realized it wasn't a dream. Could it be soul transference? Reading too many online novels has certainly fueled my imagination.

I washed my face, feeling a little calmer. I thought, besides soul transference, I couldn't think of any other reason. But what should I do? I hadn't figured that out yet. I definitely couldn't tell anyone, or scientists might dissect me.

I mentally cheered myself on, calmed myself, and went back to my hospital bed. I saw the doctor holding an X-ray image, talking to the woman. I went in, and the doctor said to me, "Mr. Zhang, I've looked at your X-ray, and it seems fine. But the human brain is very strange, and we haven't fully understood it yet. I suspect something is pressing on your memory nerves, causing temporary amnesia." He then turned to the woman and said, "Your husband's physical condition is fine, but he's temporarily lost his memory. You'll need to talk to him more; hopefully, this will help him recover his memory sooner. We don't have a particularly good method for this; you need to be patient and guide him gradually." Seeing that the doctor couldn't explain the cause, I actually understood a bit; I must have encountered something like soul transfer—a very far-fetched thing. I don't know if this is a blessing or a curse, but whatever it is, I just want to be discharged. I miss my wife and my lovely son terribly. I wonder how they are; they must be very worried.

The woman (the wife of the man in this body) is named Wu Shuang. I also saw my current name in the medical record: Zhang Wei.

At my insistence, I was discharged. Shuang'er accompanied me to the hospital entrance (she said I always call her Shuang'er) and asked me to wait a moment. A moment later, a BMW pulled up in front of me. It turned out that the owner of my body was a rich man. To be honest, I was actually unhappy. I didn't know if this belonged to me, or if I would be exposed. But I didn't know what to do. I could only take it one step at a time.

I sat on the sofa, lost in thought. I'd been discharged from the hospital for several days now, and my head wound had healed considerably. Shuang'er had gone to the factory. I'd figured out my current identity: my name was Zhang Wei, I was 32 years old, a rich second-generation heir. My parents were in a car accident, and as their only son, I naturally inherited the family fortune. However, the original owner of my body was basically an incompetent person. Spoiled by his parents, he didn't like studying and had no business acumen. After inheriting the company, he barely managed it, and within a few years, it was bankrupt. He had no choice but to sell some parts and close others (I suspect someone saw the current owner's incompetence and deliberately took over his company). Now, only my wife Shuang'er, who owned the garment factory, was left. Seeing the situation was dire, she came to help at the factory, and now Shuang'er was basically in charge. I spent my days in a drunken stupor. But Shuang'er was a good woman; under her management, the factory managed to stay afloat, and she remained loyal to me. However, judging from her expression, she was probably also angry at my lack of ambition! My injury happened when I went to the factory. A foreman asked me for a raise, and I yelled at him, using some rather offensive language. It escalated into a pushing and shoving game, and the foreman pushed me so hard I hit my head and fainted. I learned all this from Shuang'er.

We don't have children yet, and for some reason, I'm all alone at home now, except for a nanny. I miss my wife and son more and more, but I wonder if they'd recognize me looking like this? They'd probably be shocked!

But I can't suppress my longing. Since my wife and I got married, we haven't been apart for more than 24 hours. I'm so used to her being by my side; without her, I feel like something's missing. My wife, Shuang'er, is beautiful and doesn't shy away from me, often changing clothes, but being conservative by nature, I've never touched her, using my body as an excuse. I feel like that's betrayal.

I stepped outside and looked at my new home: a European-style villa nestled in a villa district surrounded by mountains and water. In this city, it must be incredibly expensive for me! This place is mine now, but I don't feel anything special. Partly because I still feel a bit lost and don't truly belong, and partly because I miss my beloved wife and son.

These past few days I've learned that this place is in the same city as my previous one. Thank goodness, I don't have to travel so far. Although we have a car, and I actually got my driver's license in college, I don't drive. Since I didn't own a car before, my driving skills are too poor to drive on the road, so I chose to take a taxi.

When I got in the taxi, I told the driver the name of my old neighborhood, but he didn't quite recognize it—maybe it was too small! I told him a more well-known place nearby, and then he understood.

The closer I got to home, the more nervous I became. Would my wife recognize me?

When I arrived near the residential area, I got out of the car and slowly walked to the gate. I hesitated, wondering whether to go in, how to go in, and what to say.

"Mrs. Cheng, why did you buy so many groceries today?" I saw Old Li, the security guard at the gatehouse, call out to me from behind. "Yes, my husband was injured these past few days, so I bought some groceries to help him recover." Hearing the voice behind me, I felt a surge of excitement. The voice was familiar; it was my wife, Zhu'er, whom I had been longing for these past few days.

I quickly turned around and, sure enough, saw my beloved wife carrying several supermarket bags full of groceries, walking towards the gate. She was wearing a simple white short-sleeved shirt and denim shorts, radiating youthful energy. Although she was a mother of a three-year-old, her fair skin and petite figure made it hard to believe she was married. An uninformed person would definitely think she was a young woman in her early twenties.

A surge of excitement welled up inside me, and I instinctively wanted to go up and greet her. But then I realized, what should I say? Should I just say I'm her husband, just a different person? Would she believe me? So I lowered my outstretched hand and watched helplessly as she walked into the neighborhood. Old Li noticed my unusual behavior and asked, "Sir, is there anything I can help you with?" He really didn't recognize me. We used to be quite familiar, but now his eyes were full of unfamiliarity.

"No, I was just passing by." My wife was no longer in sight. I turned back, disoriented, and suddenly remembered what she had just said. A chill ran down my spine. These vegetables were meant to nourish her husband. I was here; where did she get a husband? Could it be…? A possibility occurred to me: could my body also be experiencing the same thing I was going through? I trembled with fear. If that were the case, what would become of Zhang Wei and me? Possessed by another body? Were we dead or alive? A few days ago, I hadn't even thought about these things, but now, these questions were popping into my head like crazy. I frantically turned around, ran to the community's reception room, and said quickly, "I'm looking for someone, Building C, 305, I have an emergency." Old Li was startled, his eyes full of suspicion: "Who was that person who just went upstairs? Do you know her?" I knew what Old Li suspected, so I could only say, "Yes, she should be Zhu'er, her husband's name is Chengcheng. I'm Chengcheng's friend, but I don't know his wife well. I've seen her picture, I'm not lying to you, I have an emergency with Chengcheng." I knew my story was full of holes, but I really couldn't think of anything else at the time, so I could only make things up.

Old Li saw that my clothes were all designer brands, and probably thought I wasn't a bad person, so he actually believed me. He just asked me to register my name, and I immediately wrote down Zhang Wei, and he let me in.

I rushed inside, walked familiarly to the front door of my old home, took a deep breath, and no matter what I had to face, for my dear wife and child, I had to face it. I rang the doorbell. After a while, the door opened. Zhu'er opened the door and, seeing me, asked curiously, "Who are you looking for?" Looking at her, I couldn't speak. I just felt a deep sadness in my heart. My dear wife was asking me who I was looking for; my wife of five or six years didn't recognize me.

Seeing me stunned and unresponsive, and perhaps because my expression wasn't good and I seemed a little scared, Zhu'er turned around and called out, "Honey, is someone looking for you?" I heard a man's voice from inside: "Who is it?" Then a head peeked out from beside my wife—a head that made me jump back in fright, even though I had already guessed it—my own head! Yes, I saw myself standing in front of me!

I saw myself (I'm a little dizzy, let me think about how to phrase this) also jump, but immediately dragged me inside, saying, "It's my friend, an old friend." As I walked from the door to the room, I saw my three-year-old son sitting there watching cartoons.

As soon as we entered the room, he locked the door, grabbed my shoulders, and excitedly said, "I am you, you are me, isn't that right?" Although his words were incoherent, I still understood. Yes, we had not only transferred our souls, but we had actually swapped souls. We stared at each other, not knowing what to say or what to do. After a moment of silence, I asked him,

"How did you know this?" He gave a bitter laugh, "I saw a movie about this before, who knew it would actually happen to us." Another silence followed, then he looked up and asked me, "What do we do?" I looked at him; his eyes were filled with fear and helplessness. I knew he didn't dare to say it out loud. In these kinds of situations, either people would call you crazy, or they would take you for research. Although his current body was mine before, the essence of a person is still their soul. So, in fact, we had swapped, but we couldn't switch back because our bodies hadn't been swapped. Fate was playing tricks on us.

Actually, after learning about Zhang Wei from Shuang'er, I looked down on him. From childhood to adulthood, he had never tried, was ignorant and incompetent, so naturally, he didn't know what to do now. Although I was scared at first, I have now calmed myself down and know that I have to find a solution myself.

I asked him, "Are you feeling better now?" He touched his head and said, "I am. We'll switch back in a few days. Your family is so poor; I've lost out big time." I was speechless. Even a starved camel is bigger than a horse; no matter how much he squandered, his family's wealth was still far beyond what I had now. But how could we switch? How could I convince my wife? I could only say, "We definitely have to switch, but don't rush it; we have to take it slowly." Although he wasn't ambitious, he wasn't stupid. Hearing me say that, he knew that switching back like this would be too shocking, so he could only nod. After a while, I suddenly thought of a problem, a very serious problem. My heart tightened, but I thought, maybe it's just my imagination. I told myself, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, don't scare yourself. I calmed myself down and asked him, "Have you touched my wife?" I tried to remain calm, but my trembling voice betrayed me.

He heard my question, glanced at me, then immediately looked away, and looked up, saying, "Haven't you touched my wife?" A surge of anger welled up inside me. I lunged at him, grabbed him, and gritted my teeth, cursing, "You scum, how dare you…" I clenched my fists, wanting to punch him, but when I saw the person in front of me—it was me, this face that had been with me for over 310 years—looking at his vulnerable gaze, I couldn't bring myself to hit him.

He weakly said, "She took the initiative, how could I resist…" I was speechless. Fate was playing such a cruel joke on me. I closed my eyes, the image of them embracing floating before me, speechless, because they looked exactly like the couple in the wedding photo by the bedside… I heard Zhu'er's voice outside: "Dinner's ready. What are you two doing?" I looked up at him, and saw he was looking at me too.

We stepped out of the room and saw four dishes and a soup already laid out on the dining table. Zhu'er said to Zhang Wei (in spirit form), "Honey, why don't you invite your friends to eat with us? I'll feed our son." My first instinct was to respond, but when I saw her eyes—she was looking directly at Zhang Wei—my heart ached. I knew I shouldn't blame her, but I couldn't help myself; my eyes welled up, and tears streamed down my face.

I turned away, rushed to the front door, opened it, and ran out. Ignoring their reactions, I hurried down the stairs and out of the complex. Seeing Zhu'er so meekly looking at others, how could I possibly eat? The painful thing was, I couldn't object.

I walked aimlessly down the street, not knowing where to go. I wandered for a long time until I felt hungry, and then I snapped out of it. I hailed a taxi and returned home. As I entered, the nanny asked if I had eaten. I shook my head. A moment later, a sumptuous meal was laid out before me. I thought to myself with a touch of self-deprecation, at least I'm living the life of a rich person.

In a daze, the sun set, and my current wife—Shuang'er—came home. She walked into the room, saw me lying on the bed in a daze, sighed, and perhaps was used to it by now, without saying anything. She put down her bag and started changing her clothes right in front of me. I glanced at her, then didn't look away.

Shuang'er was wearing a short-sleeved white shirt and a black pencil skirt today. She was now facing me sideways, unbuttoning her shirt. Shuang'er's bust was so full that with each button unbuttoned, a ripped opening appeared in her shirt. For the past few days, Shuang'er had never been guarded in front of me, but because I hadn't overcome my own psychological barrier, I had never dared to look openly. But now, perhaps because I had been lying in bed for too long and was not reacting quickly enough, or perhaps for some other reason, I couldn't take my eyes off her. Before long, the buttons on her shirt were all undone. Shuang'er took off her shirt, leaving only a black bra covering her full breasts. She then unzipped her skirt, brought her legs together, and the skirt gradually fell down, revealing small black panties. The panties were very small, barely covering half of her buttocks.

Shuang'er picked up the skirt and hung it up, then reached behind her and unhooked her bra. A pair of perfect breasts sprang out menacingly. My eyes lit up—what a pair of huge breasts! And although large, they were very firm, defying gravity. Two pink strawberries stood up slightly upon contact with the air, particularly noticeable between her rounded breasts. Almost instantly, I became erect.

Shuang'er, oblivious to my presence, picked up a loose loungewear dress, slipped it on, and left the room. Although the whole process only lasted a minute or two, Shuang'er's perfect figure was still very alluring to me, as it was the first time I had seriously looked at her.

I glanced at my bulging pants, almost wanting to pounce on her, but I still lacked the courage. Although it's said that men are animals who think with their lower bodies, for me, besides my wife Zhu'er, I've never had another woman. I had never even been in a relationship before, even in college. Okay, I admit I'm a bit clueless, but Zhu'er is truly my only woman right now.

I still didn't dare to do anything to this sexy but still unfamiliar "wife." Thinking of Zhu'er brought another pang of pain to my heart. Zhu'er's figure wasn't as full as Shuang'er's; her breasts were slightly smaller. She had breastfed, but after weaning, Zhu'er massaged her breasts every night and often asked me to massage them for her, so even now, her breasts are still perky. And although Zhu'er's buttocks weren't as big as Shuang'er's, they were still very perky, which used to be my favorite part. I used to often fall asleep holding her, one hand touching Zhu'er's buttocks.

Now, it wasn't me touching Zhu'er's buttocks anymore. Seeing Zhang Wei's reaction, I knew that Zhang Wei had already slept with my wife. I was so angry that I wanted to kill him, but when I saw my own face, I couldn't bring myself to do it.

Fate is cruel; my wife had been slept with someone else, and I couldn't do anything to stop it. Although I now live in a villa and have a sexy woman there, who is also my wife, to be honest, I haven't lost out. Thinking of this, I paused for a moment. My wife is now sleeping with "someone else," what's the point of me being so obedient here? Does Zhu'er even care? Besides, Shuang'er probably wouldn't care, right? I took a deep breath and finally made up my mind.

We had dinner. The nanny came every morning and left in the evening, so now it was just the two of us in the house. Now that I had made up my mind and let down my guard, I felt incredibly excited, as if I had returned to the first night I made love with Zhu'er. My heart was racing and my face was burning.

I saw Shuang'er sitting on the sofa watching TV. I suppressed my excitement and slowly walked over, sat down beside her, and reached out to pull her close. Shuang'er glanced at me but didn't struggle, obediently leaning in. I lifted her chin and kissed her. Shuang'er didn't have time to react, only letting out a soft "hmm," before losing herself in the kiss. Our tongues intertwined, tasting each other's saliva.

We kissed for about ten minutes before gradually separating. Shuang'er opened her eyes and asked, "Is your injury healed?" I nodded and looked at her. She must have seen a deep longing in my eyes.

I kissed Shuang'er's lips again, and my hand slipped up from under her skirt to touch her full, perky breasts. They were so soft, I thought to myself. It took at least two hands to cup one of her breasts. As I kneaded them, her breasts changed shape under her skirt, and Shuang'er's breathing gradually became heavier.

After rubbing her breasts back and forth for a while, my hand slowly moved down, gliding over her stomach, past her lower abdomen, and through her panties, I placed my hand between her thighs. Shuang'er trembled slightly, her breathing becoming even heavier. Her tongue seemed to have forgotten to respond; she simply parted her lips slightly, letting me do as I pleased.

The spot my fingers pressed against was soft and hot. I gently rubbed it, and after a while, my fingers felt wet. I squatted down, and with both hands, I pulled down the edge of her panties. Shuang'er obediently raised her hips, allowing me to easily remove her panties. All I could see was darkness. Shuang'er's pubic hair was very thick, unlike Zhu'er's, which only had a small patch above her clitoris, but each had its own beauty.

I stood up, quickly stripped naked, and then pressed myself against her. I pulled Shuang'er's skirt over her head and kissed her breasts. I kneaded her breasts with both hands, sucking on her nipples, my hard penis sliding between her thighs. Shuang'er's eyes were glazed, her hands gripping the sofa, her mouth slightly open, making "mmmmm" sounds, her body twisting slightly.

I reached down with one hand and found a muddy patch between her legs. I couldn't resist any longer and touched Shuang'er's vagina, which was already soaking wet. I grasped my penis, aligned it with the opening, and thrust my hips forward. With the lubrication of her vaginal fluid, I penetrated all the way in in one go. Shuang'er couldn't help but let out a soft "Ah!"

I spread Shuang'er's legs apart to allow myself to penetrate even deeper. I pressed down on her thighs with both hands and began to thrust. I started by thrusting very fast, almost brute forcefully. Shuang'er writhed more and more violently with my intense thrusting, and her moans grew louder and louder, from "Mmm mmm mmm" to "Ah ah ah," until finally, she was screaming like a cat in heat, desperately trying to stop herself.

Shuang'er's moans were much more frenzied than Zhu'er's. When Zhu'er and I made love, she always suppressed herself and dared not scream loudly. Sometimes when I asked her to scream, she would say she was embarrassed and would only make "Mmm mmm mmm" at most. Shuang'er's frantic screams stimulated me, and my movements became increasingly vigorous. I thrust in and out with wide, sweeping strokes, all the way in, while her hands vigorously kneaded her breasts.

After about seven or eight minutes of thrusting, Shuang'er seemed to be about to suffocate; her eyes rolled back, and her body convulsed. I felt a surge of heat at the head of my penis, followed by a surge of heat at the base of her thighs. Shuang'er had actually climaxed. Under such stimulation, I could no longer hold back. I let out a low growl, thrusting my hips forward, and ejaculated deep inside Shuang'er's vagina, gushing out in spurts. This kind of exhilarating feeling was something I had never experienced before.

After a quick cleanup, I sat back on the sofa, and the two of us snuggled together, naked. I gently said to her, "Wife, starting tomorrow, I won't be going out anymore. Let's run the factory together!" Shuang'er turned to look at me in surprise when she heard my words. I saw her eyes gradually brighten, and her face radiant with a captivating glow. She hugged me tightly and whispered on my shoulder, "I've been waiting for you to say that for so many years..." This was a decision I had pondered for a long time. Since fate had arranged things this way for me, I could only adapt to it. Although the garment factory had managed to gain a foothold thanks to Shuang'er's efforts, it was like being forced into a difficult situation for a woman like her. She was actually struggling to keep going. From our conversation a few days ago, I knew that it was beyond her capabilities. As a man, since fate had placed me in this position, even though I had little experience, I should shoulder the responsibility without hesitation.

After I shared my idea, Shuang'er was clearly very happy. We took a shower together, and Shuang'er very gently helped me wash myself thoroughly. After drying each other off, we lay down on the bed. Shuang'er nestled in my arms, happily talking about things at the factory. My hand touched her buttocks, which were even bigger than my previous wife's, and as I listened to her whispering in my ear, I gradually felt aroused again. Shuang'er, being in my arms, naturally sensed the change in my lower body. She gave me a flirtatious look, then slowly moved her body down, kissing my nipple, gradually lowering her lips. Soon, I felt myself enveloped by a very warm and moist place.

Shuang'er's tongue was very agile and omnipresent, leaving its mark on my glans, shaft, and even scrotum. In no time, my penis was as hard as an iron rod, the purplish-red glans menacingly facing Shuang'er's face, but Shuang'er wasn't afraid at all and swallowed it whole.

Shuang'er's oral sex skills were truly amazing. She could swallow my entire hard penis, something Zhu'er could never do. She would also make me lie on my stomach and lick my anus, her tongue even pushing in. This kind of extraordinary stimulation was indescribably pleasurable.

I couldn't resist any longer and was about to mount her when Shuang'er pressed me down with her hands, obediently saying, "You lie down, let me do it." Then she sat on top of me. She lifted her hips, straightened my hard penis, aligned it with her own vagina, and then slowly sat down. It turned out that she was already very wet during her service to me; she was truly a superb woman.

After she swallowed my entire penis, she started to rock on top of me, her large breasts swaying up and down, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes becoming hazy again, and she began to moan. At this moment, I had completely forgotten about my previous wife and children; I only felt that with such a woman, what more could a husband ask for?

As she rocked, my hands squeezed her swaying breasts, feeling so comfortable that I lost all sense of place. After about five or six minutes, Shuang'er climbed off me and lay down beside me, her buttocks swaying gently. Seeing her obvious invitation, I immediately got up and knelt behind her, ready to penetrate her.

Shuang'er reached back and grasped my penis, aiming the head at her anus.

I froze. What did she mean? Did she want me to insert it into her hole? Although I knew what anal sex was, I had never tried it before, and I was afraid of hurting Zhu'er.

Seeing my stunned expression, Shuang'er turned around and smiled, "What's wrong? Isn't this your favorite?" I knew then; Zhang Wei had already "developed" Shuang'er's anus a long time ago. Now that the arrow was on the bowstring, how could I not release it? I moistened her vulva with her vaginal fluid, smeared it on the entrance of her anus, and then slowly thrust in.

Shuang'er's back was already quite well-developed. Although my penis felt tight when I entered, it still went in smoothly all the way. I calmed myself down and began to slowly thrust in and out. Although her anus wasn't as wet as her vagina, it had a different kind of stimulation. The surrounding flesh firmly protected my penis, and each thrust required a little effort.

As I thrust in and out of Shuang'er's anus, she rubbed her vagina with one hand. Before long, she had another orgasm. Although I had already ejaculated once, under such fresh and intense stimulation, I felt myself reaching my climax more and more. I turned her over so she was lying face up, lifted her legs and pressed them against my waist. I inserted my penis into her anus again, then rubbed her clitoris with my hand, and began to thrust violently.

Under my double stimulation, Shuang'er quickly reached her third climax of the night, and I ejaculated for the second time, this time inside Shuang'er's anus. Watching Shuang'er fall into a deep sleep beside me, I secretly made up my mind that I would try my best to adapt to this new role, and that I would also have to support two families. Zhu'er, wait for me... From the second day onwards, with Shuang'er's help, I began to study hard, learning how to manage and handle many business dealings. I try my best not to think about my previous family. I know I had some savings before, and as long as I don't waste them too much, I can live on them for a long time. Relying on Zhang Wei, I estimate, is useless.

These days, I am busy and fulfilled. During the day, I can already manage the role of the new boss; at night, I try to avoid going out for social events as much as possible, because Shuang'er's body is too attractive to me. I spent almost every night riding Shuang'er's three holes, but sometimes Shuang'er's gaze towards me seemed strange—a mix of relief, longing, and resentment, a complex mix I couldn't quite decipher. All I could think was: hadn't I been rough enough?

About two weeks later, I was sitting in my boss's office when my phone rang. I answered, and Zhang Wei's voice came through. He was direct and blunt: "Out of money? Bring some." I was startled and instinctively asked, "How did you get my phone number?" He was also taken aback, but quickly replied, "How could I not know my own number?" I laughed self-deprecatingly. We were completely indistinguishable now.

I asked him, "What do you do now? How come you're so poor?" His voice softened slightly. "What do I do? I quit your job a long time ago. I'm staying home now!" Honestly, I couldn't bring myself to be angry. For him, making money is unrealistic.

I asked him again, "What about Zhu'er?" Zhang Wei said, "Zhu'er is looking for work now." My heart ached again when I heard that. My Zhu'er has really suffered, having such a husband.

To be honest, I know that my current assets are actually Zhang Wei's. But I don't really want to give them back to him now. One reason is that I don't know how to do it, and another is that even if we change our status, Zhang Wei still can't support this family.

Although Shuang'er's efforts wouldn't completely ruin him, his fortunes were bound to decline sooner or later. So, I figured I might as well support him; at worst, I'd just have to support two families.

I know my thinking is a bit selfish or unethical, but so what? Who can tell me a better approach?

Besides, "Every man for himself." That's not my saying, it's an ancient proverb.

Seeing my silence, Zhang Wei seemed a little anxious and said, "Boss, don't go too far! Otherwise, I'll tell everything, and then we'll see what you do!" I scoffed, "Fine, go ahead and tell them. Let's see who believes you; even a DNA test won't find anything wrong." "Now, I know pretty much everything about your past. Even if Shuang'er is half-believing and half-doubting, given how wicked you are, what do you think Shuang'er will choose? As for Zhu'er, I don't admit it, what can you do about it?" Zhang Wei, upon hearing my words, didn't know how to refute them. After a moment of silence, he said, "Okay, I admit I can't do anything to you right now, but you should know that your wife and son are in my hands. If I'm not happy, will they have a good life?" Upon hearing this, I immediately flew into a rage and retorted, "Your wife is in my hands too." Zhang Wei chuckled and said, "Go home first. In the bottom drawer of your bedside table, there's a USB drive. Take it out and look at it, then we'll talk. One last thing, your wife has a lot of potential!" He hung up after saying that, and I was stunned, not understanding what he meant.

After he said that, I couldn't sit still anymore. Shuang'er left the workshop, and I called her to tell her I had something to do and needed to go out for a bit. Then I drove home. When I got home, I ran to my room, found the USB drive as Zhang Wei had instructed, turned on the computer, and plugged it in to watch. The video was taken in this room. In the video, I could only see a naked woman, her buttocks facing me, kneeling at the doorway. Her buttocks looked quite large. The door was ajar.

After a while, the door opened, and I saw myself walk in. I was startled, but I quickly realized it was the original Zhang Wei. I saw Zhang Wei enter the room, see the woman's appearance, nod in satisfaction, then bend down, pick up a rope from the ground, and walk into the room. The woman was pulled around and crawled along with Zhang Wei. I saw clearly that the other end of the rope was connected to a collar around the woman's neck, and the woman was Shuang'er.

Zhang Wei led Shuang'er around the room a few times, like walking a dog, then sat on the edge of the bed. Shuang'er immediately crawled over and tried to unzip Zhang Wei's pants, but Zhang Wei kicked her, making her sit on the floor. He seemed angry and said, "Who told you to do this on your own? Did I give you permission?" Shuang'er wasn't angry at all; instead, she quickly knelt down, bowed her head, and said, "I'm sorry! Master, I know I was wrong. May I lick Master's penis?" I was stunned by their actions. Master, slave—was this the legendary SM? The problem was, I remembered what Zhang Wei said at the end: he said Zhu'er also had potential. What potential? This potential?

The video was still playing. I heard Zhang Wei say, "Since you made a mistake, you have to accept the punishment. You know what to do, right?" Shuang'er obediently got up, lay on Zhang Wei's lap, and whispered, "Please punish me, Master." Zhang Wei chuckled, raised his hand, and slapped Shuang'er's plump, white buttocks with a "smack." Shuang'er couldn't help but let out a soft "Ah!" but she didn't move, letting Zhang Wei slap her buttocks again and again. As

I watched the video, a surge of heat seemed to rise to my head, and then I felt a "boom"—a motive I had never imagined before took root in my mind. My penis had never been harder than ever before. The excitement in my heart made me tremble all over. There was only one motive: I want to be those hands, I want to be those hands.

I immediately shut down the computer, unplugged the USB drive, put it back, and picked up my phone to call my old number. Zhang Wei chuckled on the other end: "How was it? Great, right?" I interrupted him abruptly, saying, "Let's talk in person. I'll book a room and call you later." I quickly went out, drove to a hotel near my old neighborhood, booked a room, and then called him. A while later, Zhang Wei arrived. He sat down in front of me and said casually, "How was it?

Got any money?" I took out a stack of 10,000 yuan I had prepared, threw it at him, and said, "What's going on?" Zhang Wei put the money away and said, "Actually, Shuang'er is a masochist. She was trained very well by someone before I came. I bought her from a top masochist for a lot of money, but I'm incompetent. My company is about to go bankrupt, and I have no choice but to let Shuang'er hold on. I have no dignity in front of her. Although she still obeys me, I feel embarrassed and don't have the confidence to humiliate her anymore, so for a long time..." "That's it.

But now that she's staying at your house, it seems you were wasting your time there. Zhu'er has quite a lot of potential!" Hearing Zhang Wei's words, and thinking about how my beloved wife had been insulted by someone I looked down on, I stood up angrily and slapped him, yelling, "You scum! You think you're so tough in front of Zhu'er? What right do you have to insult her?" Zhang Wei, after being slapped, didn't dare to retaliate. He just covered his face and mumbled, "Her subservience is no less than Shuang'er's. It would be a shame not to train her." I was momentarily puzzled by Zhang Wei's reaction. What kind of man was he? So weak himself, yet he liked to train women. He was truly something else. I suddenly had an idea. I didn't know if it was feasible, but I wanted to try it first.

I said to Zhang Wei, "I can give you money and let you train Zhu'er, but I want to be your master. You have to listen to me and obey my every word." I emphasized the last four words, knowing he understood what I meant.

He looked at me, his face showing difficulty, probably because he couldn't accept it. Seeing this, I slowly said, "You don't have to accept it, but I won't give you any more money. If Zhu'er goes out to work, I'll find a way to bring her back to me. Although I haven't thought of a way right now, I have money, and I'm sure I will. Right?" Zhang Wei's face changed upon hearing my words. He knew his limitations and knew he didn't have any good solutions, so he began to waver. Looking at Zhang Wei's expression, I added, "I'll support you for life." Finally, Zhang Wei succumbed to my aggressive pressure. A lazy, good-for-nothing person like him was already helpless in this situation, and perhaps deep down he was intersex, both a sadist and a masochist. Seeing Zhang Wei nod in humiliation, I felt a surge of satisfaction. The pain I felt a few days ago because he and my wife Zhu'er had sex lessened somewhat.

I took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Since you've agreed, you should know how to greet me, right?" I knew that at times like this, I had to settle things before he had a clear idea, so I pressed on while the iron was hot.

Zhang Wei lowered his head, his expression clearly showing struggle and uncertainty, but in the end, he knelt down in humiliation, trembling as he called out, "Master." For the first time, I didn't want to continue pressuring him, so I just let him kneel there. We discussed some details. Although I was basically giving him instructions, he was an expert in this area, so I needed his guidance on many things. Our final agreement was: Zhu'er had the potential to be a sex slave, and Zhang Wei would be responsible for training her. Zhang Wei could be Zhu'er's master, but when I was present, I was Zhang Wei's master.

I was very satisfied with the final result. With this method, I could have Zhu'er again, a Zhu'er who was different from before. Although I still loved her, the thought of Zhu'er kneeling before me excited me.

From now on, I will love her in a different way. Since Zhang Wei said Zhu'er has this potential, then Zhu'er should be happy in it.

The thought of being the master of three people from now on fills me with unparalleled excitement. From now on, my life will be incredibly exciting. As for the physical contact between Zhang Wei and Zhu'er, I no longer care much, because in my heart, Zhang Wei is just a tool. Who would be jealous of a tool?

It was already afternoon when I got home, and I rested for a while. Soon after, Shuang'er returned, and we ate dinner together. The nanny finished tidying up and went home.

I sat on the bed early. Shuang'er came in a while later. She glanced at me, then tried to go to the bathroom to shower. I snapped at her, "Stop!" Shuang'er paused, giving me a strange look. I raised my voice and said, "Kneel down!" Shuang'er trembled noticeably at my shout. She turned to look at me, her eyes gradually brightening, and then she knelt down before me with a "thump."

Seeing how obedient Shuang'er was, I felt a surge of heat. I asked her, "Why didn't you greet me like this the other day?" Shuang'er lowered her head and said, "I thought my husband had injured his head and had forgotten what happened before, and didn't like me anymore!" I scoffed, "Husband? Me? Have you forgotten your place?" Shuang'er lowered her head again and quickly said, "I'm sorry! Master, I know I was wrong. Please punish me." Hearing Shuang'er's answer, I smiled inwardly. Well-trained girls are different; I don't have to put in any effort.

I said, "Since you know you're wrong, you should know what to do, right?" Shuang'er stood up shakily, lay on my lap, pulled her skirt up to her waist, and then pulled her panties down below her knees. Then she said obediently, "Please...please punish me, Master." Shuang'er lay there, her hair covering her face, so I couldn't see her expression, but the scene before me made me forget everything else. I looked at her white buttocks lying on my lap and subconsciously swung my hand down. "Smack!" Her buttocks trembled under my slap, and Shuang'er let out an "Ah!" but remained lying there motionless.

My heart was burning, my head was spinning, and my hands involuntarily slapped Shuang'er's bottom repeatedly. I don't know how long I slapped her, but I only snapped out of it when Shuang'er's cries of "Ah ah" turned into soft sobs. When I looked closely, I saw that Shuang'er's bottom was red and swollen from my slapping. Seeing her bottom, which looked like a red steamed bun, I felt both excited and a little guilty. My hand changed from slapping to touching, but as soon as I touched Shuang'er's red and swollen bottom, Shuang'er's sobs immediately stopped and quickly turned into moans.

I touched Shuang'er's butt crack and felt that it was very wet. I peeked over and saw that Shuang'er's butt crack and thighs were soaked, and her vaginal fluid was flowing down her thighs. Shuang'er was surprisingly excited by my slapping. I laughed and scolded, "You little slut, you really deserve a beating, and the more I hit you, the more horny you get." As I spoke, I brushed Shuang'er's hair aside. I saw that Shuang'er's face was flushed, filled with lust, and the tear stains on her cheeks only intensified my desire. I turned her around, lifted her head, and kissed her. Shuang'er's eyes were glazed, and her tongue darted out under my assault, letting me do as I pleased. After kissing her

for a while, I positioned Shuang'er on all fours, pulled out my hard penis, and thrust it into her overflowing, wet vagina... Shuang'er was especially wanton today, experiencing multiple orgasms. The more vulgar and humiliating my insults were, the more excited she became. I don't know how many orgasms she had, but by the time I was inside her anus, she had fallen into a semi-conscious state. After ejaculating for the third time tonight, I held Shuang'er's body and fell into a deep sleep... Now that I had awakened my sadistic nature, I certainly wouldn't waste it. Now, business at the factory is gradually getting back on track, and Shuang'er no longer focuses on it. She comes to the factory every day just for my amusement. My office has become my dog-walking spot; no one dares to come in without my permission, so I can do whatever I want. Shuang'er is rarely dressed anymore; she's often naked all day in the office, often tied up. Sometimes I'll put her naked under my desk and call people in to discuss work. She won't dare move under the desk, and I'll deliberately step on her. She won't make a sound, and often after they leave, her genitals will be soaking wet.

My favorite thing to do is call in lunch, make Shuang'er kneel naked in front of me and suck my penis, then put several still-hot plates on her back. I eat while slowly thrusting into her mouth. Her food is often mixed with my semen, but she eats it with relish.

Shuang'er obeyed my every request, but amidst my excitement, I always felt something was missing. What was it? I thought about it for a long time before realizing it: Shuang'er had been over-trained, losing all sense of shame under her master's demands. Perhaps the process of training was the most pleasurable part.

Every few days, I would call Zhang Wei out to a hotel room, where I would strip him naked. I wasn't actually very interested in men, but to better control him, I would force him to lick my penis, not for lust, but simply to humiliate him more completely. Sometimes, I would make him wash his own buttocks clean, then make him lie there, and I would penetrate his anus while making him sing, "Chrysanthemum withered, buttocks injured..." My wife, Zhu'er, was an absolute gem, wanton yet shy, with excellent submissiveness, yet maintaining a sense of shame.

I couldn't wait to have Zhu'er, so I asked Zhang Wei to put our son in a prestigious full-time daycare. That day, while Zhu'er went out to buy groceries, I went back to our old house. Before she returned, I hid in my room and opened the door a crack, peeking out. I saw Zhu'er carrying a small shopping basket as she walked in. I noticed that her face was flushed, whether from walking or something else, making her look especially adorable. She was wearing a cream-colored short-sleeved shirt and a very short skirt, barely seven or eight centimeters below her buttocks, revealing her two legs—not very long, but white and straight—both youthful and sexy. Looking at that familiar face, my heart was filled with love.

After Zhu'er entered, she closed the door behind her and was about to go into the kitchen when Zhang Wei shouted, "Stop! Let me see if you're obedient. Lift your skirt." Zhang Wei was obsequious in front of me, but in front of Zhu'er, he became a completely different person, his voice carrying an unyielding tone.

Hearing Zhang Wei's words, Zhu'er blushed even more, saying, "You're making me do such an embarrassing thing, it makes me afraid to bend over when I'm buying groceries." But she still obediently stopped, put down her basket, and pulled up the hem of her miniskirt.

My eyes immediately lit up when I saw that after Zhu'er lifted the hem of her skirt, her lower body was completely naked. Not only was she not wearing underwear, but even her sparse pubic hair was gone, making her look both sexy and clean. Zhang Wei actually made Zhu'er go out to buy groceries wearing a miniskirt, completely naked from the waist down. Zhu'er actually agreed? Wasn't she afraid of being exposed?

Seeing Zhu'er standing there obediently, Zhang Wei nodded in satisfaction, walked up to Zhu'er, and reached between her legs to touch her. Although I knew they were together every day, and Zhang Wei must have played with Zhu'er many times, seeing Zhang Wei touching Zhu'er in front of me still made me feel a surge of anger. But I still tried my best to suppress my temper and kept my eyes fixed on them.

Zhang Wei touched between Zhu'er's legs, then raised his hand. I saw that Zhang Wei's hand was shiny. I heard Zhang Wei chuckle and hold his hand up to Zhu'er's face, saying, "Little slut, what are you shy about?

I think you can't wait for others to see your cunt, can you? What's this? Hehe, are you excited to let others see your cunt?" Zhu'er blushed even more when she heard Zhang Wei's words. She lowered her skirt, not daring to look at Zhang Wei's hand, and shook her head, saying, "What? You've really gone too far. How can you say that about your own wife? How could I like letting others see? I was terrified just now. It's just..." She hesitated for a long time, unable to say what she meant. Seeing my beloved wife's ashamed appearance under Zhang Wei's humiliation, my heart ached terribly, but an unusual pleasure still made me stand motionless in the room.

When Zhang Wei saw Zhu'er lower her skirt, his face darkened, and he yelled, "Who told you to lower it? Did I agree to let you lower it?" Zhu'er felt wronged and was about to cry, but she didn't dare to resist. She pulled her skirt up again, exposing her lower body, and stood there motionless, apologizing, "I'm sorry!" Zhang Wei certainly wouldn't let Zhu'er off the hook. He said, "You made a mistake, and saying sorry isn't enough? Kneel down!" Hearing Zhang Wei's words, Zhu'er finally couldn't hold back her tears, but she gradually bent over and knelt down.

Zhang Wei bent down and took off Zhu'er's skirt, making her kneel. Then he took a stalk of celery from the basket, bent down, and inserted it into Zhu'er's anus. After inserting it, he commanded, "Crawl around the living room a few times." Zhu'er's tears fell to the ground, but she dared not resist and actually began to crawl around the living room.

I felt both heartache and excitement watching this, but I couldn't deny that letting Zhang Wei train Zhu'er was the right thing to do. One reason was that Zhang Wei had more methods than I did, and another was that I might not have been able to

bring myself to do it. Zhu'er crawled slowly on the ground, the celery inserted into her anus swaying with her movements. Zhang Wei followed behind Zhu'er and said, "Don't you think you look like a little bitch?" Zhu'er shook her head at this, but she continued to crawl forward.

Zhang Wei's voice grew louder: "Speak up, you're a slutty little bitch, will you talk or not?" He pulled out a whip from somewhere and lashed it across Zhu'er's small, shapely buttocks. A red welt appeared on her bottom with a "crack."

Zhu'er cried out in pain, scrambling a few steps forward. Under Zhang Wei's tyranny, she finally yielded. Her face flushed red, and she whispered, "I'm a little bitch..." Zhang Wei lashed her again, saying, "Louder, I can't hear you." After the first utterance, the rest was easier to say. Tears streamed down Zhu'er's face, but her voice grew louder: "I'm a little bitch, I'm a slutty little bitch." Zhang Wei chuckled and continued, "Since you're a little bitch, then let me hear you bark a few times." Zhu'er, so humiliated, felt her mind go blank, shaking her head violently. Then, another "smack" rang out, followed by a sharp pain on her buttocks. Pearl could only crawl forward, barking, "Woof!

Woof! Woof!" Seeing Pearl so humiliated, I still felt a pang of heartache, but the overwhelming pleasure had taken over. In my eyes, Pearl had truly become a slutty bitch, deserving of such brutal humiliation.

My eyes were fixed on Pearl. Suddenly, I noticed the ground where Pearl had crawled was slightly wet. Looking closer, I realized that as Pearl crawled amidst the immense humiliation, she was actually leaking vaginal fluid. Zhang Wei whipped her a few more times, until she couldn't hold back her urination, but she dared not stop, crawling while urinating, making the entire living room soaking wet.

Zhang Wei, tired of following behind, sat down on the sofa and said to Pearl, "Little bitch, crawl over here and lick your favorite sausage." Upon hearing this, Pearl immediately crawled over, took out Zhang Wei's penis, and began licking it. During the training, Zhang Wei's penis had long been hard, and under Zhu'er's sucking and licking, the purplish-red glans looked even more menacing.

I couldn't resist any longer, so I walked out of the room, gave Zhang Wei a look, and then went behind Zhu'er.

Zhu'er heard the sound behind her and was terrified. She tried to stand up, but Zhang Wei held her down firmly. Zhu'er struggled incessantly, so I squatted down behind her. Seeing her struggling, I pressed one hand against her buttocks and slapped her hard on her already welt buttocks with the other.

I didn't say anything, just kept slapping Zhu'er's shapely little buttocks. Zhu'er stopped licking Zhang Wei's penis, but her head was firmly pressed into his chest. Zhu'er cried and struggled, but she was helpless against the two of us men. As

I slapped her buttocks, my eyes were fixed on Zhu'er's bare genitals. I saw that although Zhu'er was crying out in pain, her vaginal fluids were constantly flowing out. "She really is a slut," I chuckled inwardly. I pulled down my pants, told Zhang Wei to hold Zhu'er still, and thrust my long-erect penis into her wet opening.

Zhu'er let out a long cry. She knew she had been penetrated by a man other than her husband, and in her husband's arms no less. She felt both ashamed and humiliated. But the pleasure in her body couldn't lie. She was already very excited from Zhang Wei's humiliation, and now a penis was standing right in front of her, and another one was thrusting into her from behind. The unusual experience drove Zhu'er to climax amidst her shame. I had only been thrusting for three or four minutes when I felt Zhu'er's body tremble. I knew she was about to climax. I was too familiar with her body's reactions, so I increased the speed of my thrusts. At first, Zhu'er suppressed her moans, but as the pleasure intensified, her groans grew louder. Finally, with a scream, Zhu'er reached her climax. My thighs were soaked with her gushing fluids.

After reaching her climax, Zhu'er lay weakly in Zhang Wei's arms, letting me penetrate her without resistance. I slowed down my thrusting. I noticed that the celery inside Zhu'er's anus had wilted from my impact, so I pulled it out. I saw that Zhu'er's anus was different from before. Previously, it was tightly closed, but now it was noticeably looser.

I pointed to Zhu'er's anus and looked at Zhang Wei. Zhang Wei nodded. I cursed inwardly; Zhang Wei had stolen my wife's virginity. But now was not the time to dwell on it. I pulled out my penis, told Zhang Wei to lie down on the floor, and then told him to lift Zhu'er onto him. Zhu'er lay limply, letting us move her around.

I told Zhang Wei to straighten his penis, then lifted Zhu'er's buttocks and slowly lowered her towards his penis, allowing it to slide in completely. Zhang Wei thrust upwards rhythmically, and Zhu'er began to moan softly again.

I spread my legs, standing outside Zhang Wei's legs, and smeared some of their vaginal fluid on Zhu'er's anus. Zhu'er seemed to realize something and began to struggle again, repeatedly saying,

"No, no!" I wasn't about to let her have her way. I firmly held Zhu'er's buttocks in place, pressed my penis against her anus, aimed, and with a forceful push, the head of my penis went in. Zhu'er couldn't help but let out a scream, her buttocks struggling, but it was all in vain against our combined efforts.

I slowly pushed further in, and during the process, I could clearly feel a hard rod slowly moving through the skin. In no time, we finally reached the bottom, and Zhu'er was firmly secured between us by our two rods. Zhang Wei and I rhythmically thrust into Zhu'er, one in front and one behind. Zhu'er moaned continuously amidst the unprecedented humiliation and stimulation, and within just 10 minutes, she had two orgasms. During Zhu'er's second orgasm, her entire body convulsed, her lower body contracting, making my thrusting extremely difficult. In her contractions, I couldn't help but ejaculate inside Zhu'er's anus.

Zhu'er was exhausted from our play, her body lying on Zhang Wei like a noodle, letting him thrust into her rapidly from below. I glanced at them, went into the bathroom, took a shower, and came out to see Zhang Wei, who must have also ejaculated, sitting naked on the sofa, while Zhu'er was nestled in Zhang Wei's arms, sobbing softly. Perhaps it was her first time experiencing something like this, and she wasn't quite accepting it yet.

Seeing this scene filled me with heartache and guilt, but for the sake of having Zhu'er in the future, I had to harden my heart.

I walked up to them, stopped, and coldly said, "What's wrong? Why didn't you react when you saw me?

Kneel down!" Zhu'er stopped crying when she heard my shout, turned around, looked at me in surprise, and then turned to Zhang Wei, probably pleading for help. But what happened next was unbelievable. Zhang Wei put Zhu'er down at my shout and knelt down in front of me.

Zhu'er's mouth gaped open, unable to believe her eyes, staring at Zhang Wei in astonishment. Seeing that Zhu'er still wouldn't kneel, I turned around, picked up the whip, and lashed it hard in the air. The whip cracked, and Zhu'er trembled, glanced at me fearfully, and obediently knelt down next to Zhang Wei.

I said to the two of them, "From now on, I am your master, and you are my slaves, understand?" Zhang Wei had long been trained to be very obedient. After hearing my words, although he might have felt a little embarrassed in front of Zhu'er, he still obediently answered. Although Zhu'er's submissive nature had also been awakened by Zhang Wei, she was still quite resistant in front of someone she didn't know well. However, under the combined pressure from Zhang Wei and me, she finally agreed reluctantly. After the two of them called me "master" for the first time, the subsequent training became very easy.

Looking at the two kneeling before me, I couldn't help but sigh deeply amidst the immense pleasure: "My own wife, yet I can only regain her through such means."

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