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, apart from a bandage on my head, I wasn't seriously injured.
"You're awake? That's good. We've already notified your lover; 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 ache in my head, but otherwise 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 an incision made in your head and stitched it up. Of course it will 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, and closed my eyes. The nurse was pretty, but being introverted, I didn't dare to have any flirting impulses.
What bad luck! I sighed. I was walking peacefully to work when, as I passed a row of residential 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 directly on my head. I chuckled self-deprecatingly. I'm not 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. Luckily, I found a wonderful wife: beautiful, gentle, and frugal. After having a son, she became a full-time housewife, taking care of everything at home without me having to worry. The small house is clean and cozy, and my son is healthy and obedient.
I heard the door open, opened my eyes, and saw a woman walk in. My eyes lit up – a stunningly beautiful woman, probably around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. She looked to be about the same age as my wife, but taller, probably over 1.7 meters. She had a very curvaceous figure, and her one-piece dress was stretched taut. Her features were exceptionally beautiful; her lips were full and looked very sexy, and she had a high, straight nose and large, almond-shaped eyes.
As soon as she came in, she rushed 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!" She then reached out to touch my head. I was completely bewildered. Who was this? I didn't know her at all, yet she called me "honey." I subconsciously turned my head away. The nurse behind me said, "Your teacher is fine, just a cut on his head, it's been stitched up, he can be discharged after a day or two of observation." "Oh, oh, that's good, thank you, doctor." This woman didn't care whether the person was a nurse or a doctor, and then turned to me and said, "I've already fired that worker, he's really lawless, daring to lay a hand on me. I've already called the police and had the person who hit me arrested. You're injured, you'll teach them a lesson when you get out." 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 way she looked at me seemed genuine. I composed myself and said, "Miss, are you sure you haven't mistaken me for someone else?" The woman's eyes widened in shock for a few seconds; she looked terrified, gripping my hand tighter, her voice trembling with tears, "Honey, what's wrong? I'm your wife! What 'Miss'? Don't scare me!" She turned to the nurse, "Doctor, what's going on? 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.
I turned around sharply and was startled to see my beloved wife carrying a supermarket bag full of groceries, walking towards the gate of the residential complex. She was wearing a simple white short-sleeved shirt and denim shorts, radiating a youthful, vibrant 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 unfamiliar person would definitely think she was still a young woman in her early twenties.
From the woman entering to the nurse leaving, I was left feeling dizzy from the series of unexpected events. What was all this about? I was hit on the head, and when I woke up, the world had changed. I could tell the woman wasn't faking it, but I genuinely didn't know her.
A little while later, the nurse brought in a doctor. The doctor immediately asked me, "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 going on? Hearing the doctor's question, I hesitated, then could only say, "I just have a bit of a headache, nothing else." Upon hearing this, the doctor asked again, "Do you think it's just a headache or just scalp pain?" I thought for a moment, and apart from the wound on my head, there really wasn't anything else, so I said, "It doesn't hurt." The doctor was silent for a moment, then said, "How about this, go get an X-ray first, and then we'll talk, okay?" What could I say? The woman nodded quickly as well. The nurse helped me up. Actually, I thought I could walk on my own, but it felt good to be taken care of. The doctor took us to get some kind of 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 was back in my hospital bed. Now, I was half-lying on the bed, and that woman was feeding me spoonful by spoonful with a bowl of lean pork porridge. I said I could do it myself, but that woman insisted on feeding me, so I could only remain silent.
After I finished the porridge, that woman kept asking me questions, like whether I remembered who she was, or if I had any children at home... I didn't dare say anything now, so I could only shake my head. When she got annoyed by the questions, I could only say 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. Suddenly, it occurred to me that it might be some kind of time-travel or reincarnation story I'd seen online out of boredom. But I checked earlier, and the time period seemed similar! The body shape and age were also similar!
I thought about it for a long time, but still couldn't figure out the reason. Instead, I felt the urge to urinate, so I got out of bed. The woman saw me get out and quickly came to help me, asking what I was doing. I said I needed to use the restroom. Seeing that I looked fine, she didn't follow me.
I looked at my face in the mirror. Thankfully, my mental fortitude isn't the strongest, but it's not too bad either; I didn't faint from fright. I stared at myself for a full ten minutes, then pinched my thigh several times and grimaced. No, it wasn't a dream. Could it be a soul transfer? Reading too many online novels has, to be honest, made my imagination run wild.
The woman (the wife of this man with the physique) was named Wu Shuang, and I also saw my current name in my medical record: Zhang Wei.
At my insistence, I was discharged. Shuang'er accompanied me to the hospital entrance (she said I always called her Shuang'er), and told me to wait a moment. A little while later, a BMW pulled up in front of me. It turned out the owner of my body was a wealthy man. To be honest, I felt uneasy. I didn't know if this belonged to me, or if I'd 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'm finally out of the hospital (good heavens!), my head wound has healed a lot, and Shuang'er has gone to the factory. I've figured out my current identity: my name is Zhang Wei, I'm 32 years old, a rich second-generation. 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 a good-for-nothing. Because of his parents' pampering, he didn't like studying and had no business acumen. He took over the company but barely managed it. In less than a year, it went bankrupt, and 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 the garment factory remains. My wife, Shuang'er, saw that things were really hopeless, so she came to help at the factory. Now, Shuang'er is basically in charge, and I'm basically living a life of debauchery. But Shuang'er is a good woman; under her management, the factory has managed to stay afloat. She's very kind to me... She never abandoned me, but judging from her expression, she was probably angry at my lack of ambition! My injury happened because I went to the factory, and a foreman asked me for a raise. I cursed at him, not very nicely, and it gradually escalated into me pushing him away. The foreman pushed me so hard I hit my head and fainted. I knew all this from Shuang'er.
The spot my fingers pressed against was soft and hot. I gently rubbed it, and after a while, my fingers felt damp. I squatted down, grabbed the edge of her underwear with both hands, and slowly pulled it down. Shuang'er obediently raised her buttocks, allowing me to easily remove her panties. All I could see was darkness. Shuang'er... Her pubic hair was unusually thick, unlike Zhu'er, whose clitoris was only covered by a small patch, but each had its own beauty.
We don't have children yet, I don't know why, so now besides a nanny, it's just me at home. I miss my husband and son more and more, but I wonder, if I went to see them looking like this, would they recognize me? They'd probably be shocked!
But I really can't help but feel nostalgic. Since my wife and I got married, we haven't been apart for more than 24 hours. I've gotten so used to her being by my side; when she's not around, I always feel like something's missing. My current wife is Shuang'er... She was beautiful and didn't shy away from me, often changing her clothes, but being conservative by nature, I never touched her, using her figure as an excuse. I considered that rebellious.
I went out and looked at my current 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! Now it belongs to me, but I don't feel anything. One reason is that I'm still a bit lost and don't feel a sense of belonging, and another is that I miss my beloved wife and son.
Today I realized that this place is in the same city as my old home. Thank goodness, I don't have to travel all that way. Although I have a car at home, and I actually got my driver's license in college, I don't drive. Because I didn't own a car before, my driving skills are really not good enough 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 understand. Maybe the neighborhood was too small! I told him a nearby well-known place, and then the driver understood.
When we arrived near the neighborhood, 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. I was lost in thought.
"Mrs. Cheng, why did you buy so many groceries today?" I saw Old Li, the security guard at the gatehouse, call out to me as he walked to the entrance. "Yes, my husband was injured today, so I bought some groceries to help him recover." Hearing the voice behind me, I felt a surge of emotion. The voice was so familiar; it was my wife, Zhu'er, whom I had longed for day and night.
I felt an overwhelming urge to rush up and call out, 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 her walk into the neighborhood. Old Li noticed my strange behavior and asked, "Sir, is there anything I can help you with?" He really didn't recognize me. We used to be quite close; now his eyes were full of unfamiliarity.
"No, I was just passing by." "My wife was no longer in sight. Lost and disoriented, I turned back, then suddenly remembered what she had just said. A chill ran down my spine. These dishes were meant to nourish her husband. I was here; where was her husband? Could it be…? A possibility occurred to me: could my body be in the same predicament as hers? I trembled with fear. If it were like that, what would become of Zhang Wei and me? Reincarnation? Were we dead or alive? I hadn't thought of these things a few days ago, but now, these questions were swirling in my head. I frantically turned back and ran to the small…" At the district's reception desk, I quickly said, "I'm looking for someone, Building C, Room 305. I have an urgent matter." Old Li startled me, his eyes full of concern: "Who was that person who just went upstairs? Do you know her?" I knew what Old Li was worried about, so I could only say, "Yes, she should be Zhu'er. Her husband is called Chengcheng. I'm Chengcheng's friend, but he always says he doesn't know me. I've seen her picture. I'm not lying to you, I have an urgent matter to discuss with Chengcheng." I knew my story was full of inconsistencies, but I couldn't think of anything else at the time, so I just made it up.
Old Li noticed my clothes were all designer brands, probably assuming I wasn't... What a bad person! I actually trusted him. He just asked for my name to register, and I quickly wrote down Zhang Wei. He let me in.
I rushed inside, walked familiarly to my old home, took a deep breath. Whatever I had to face, for my beloved wife and children, I had to face it. I rang the doorbell. After a while, the door opened. Zhu'er opened the door. She saw me and asked curiously, "Who are you looking for?" Looking at her, I couldn't speak. I only felt an unbearable bitterness in my heart. My dear wife actually asked me who I was looking for. My wife of five or six years didn't even recognize me
. Shuang'er's moans were far more unrestrained than Zhu'er's. When Zhu'er and I made love, she always suppressed her moans, afraid to cry out loud. Sometimes when I called her to moan, she would say she was embarrassed and would only make "mmm" sounds at most. Shuang'er's unrestrained moans also stimulated me, and my movements became more and more vigorous. I thrust in and out with wide, deep strokes, all the way in, while her hands vigorously kneaded her breasts.
I saw myself (a little dizzy, let me think about how to put it) also jump, but quickly dragged me inside, saying, "It's my partner, my old partner." Saying that, she dragged me into the room. On the way from the front door to the room, I saw my three-year-old son sitting there watching cartoons.
Actually, ever since I learned about Zhang Wei from Shuang'er, I've looked down on him. He's never tried his best, he's been good for nothing, so of course he doesn't know what to do now. Although I was scared at first, I've calmed myself down now. I know I have to figure it out 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 skinny camel is bigger than a horse; no matter how wasteful he is, his wealth is still far beyond what I have now. But how do we switch? How can I convince my wife? I could only say, "We definitely have to switch, but don't rush, we have to take it slowly." He may not be very ambitious, but he's not stupid either. 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 skipped a beat, but I thought, maybe it's not what I think. 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, quickly looked away, and then raised his head and said, "You haven't touched my wife?" At that, a surge of anger welled up inside me. I lunged at him, grabbed him, and gritted my teeth, cursing, "You scumbag, how dare you..." I clenched my fists, ready to punch him. I went up, but when I saw the person in front of me, it was me. This face had been with me for over thirty years. Seeing him looking at me so vulnerablely, I couldn't bring myself to hit him. I
said weakly, "She took the initiative, how could I resist..." I was speechless. God was playing such a cruel joke on me. I closed my eyes, and the image of them embracing floated before me. I was speechless because they looked exactly like the two people in the wedding photo by the bedside... Then I heard Zhu'er's voice from outside: "Dinner's ready. What are you two doing?" I looked up at him and saw that 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, call your friends to eat together. I'll feed our son." Hearing this, I instinctively wanted to respond, but seeing 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. As
soon as we entered the room, he locked the door, grabbed my shoulders, and said impulsively, "I am you, and you are me, aren't you?" Although his words were incoherent, I understood. Yes, we hadn't just transferred souls; we had exchanged souls. We stared at each other, unsure what to say or what to do. After a moment of silence, I asked him:
I turned away, rushed to the front door, opened it, and ran out. Ignoring their attempts to stop me, I hurried down the stairs and out of the complex. Seeing Zhu'er looking at others so tenderly, how could I eat? The painful thing was, I couldn't refuse.
I walked down the street, not knowing where to go. I wandered aimlessly for a long time until I felt hungry, which brought me back to my senses. I hailed a taxi and returned home. As I entered, the housekeeper asked if I had eaten. I shook my head. A moment later, a lavish meal was laid out before me. I thought to myself with a self-deprecating smile, "At least I'm living the life of a rich person." Lost in
thought, the sun set, and my current wife—Shuang'er—came home. She entered the room, saw me lying on the bed in a daze, sighed, and perhaps already used to it, said nothing. She put down her bag and began changing 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. She was now facing me sideways, unbuttoning her shirt. Shuang'er's bust was so full that with each button she unbuttoned, a slit appeared in her shirt. (Shuang'er was usually quite unguarded in front of me, but because I hadn't overcome my own psychological barriers, I usually didn't dare to look openly. But now, perhaps because I'd been lying in bed for too long and my reflexes were dulled, or perhaps for some other reason, I couldn't take my eyes off her for long. The buttons were all undone, and Shuang'er took off her shirt, leaving only a black bra covering her full breasts. She then unzipped her skirt, closed her legs, and the skirt slowly 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... ) Then, she unhooked her bra, and a pair of perfect breasts sprang out menacingly. My eyes lit up—what a pair of huge breasts! And despite their size, they were incredibly firm, defying gravity. The two pink nipples perked up slightly upon contact with the air, standing out prominently in the center of their rounded breasts. (Almost instantly, I got an erection.)
Shuang'er, oblivious to my presence, picked up a loose loungewear dress, put it on, and left the room. Although the whole process only lasted a minute or two, because it was the first time I'd been so intently watching, Shuang'er's perfect figure was still incredibly alluring.
I mentally rallied myself, calmed myself down, and returned to my hospital bed. I saw the doctor holding an X-ray and talking to the woman. I went in, and the doctor said to me, "Mr. Zhang, I've looked at your X-ray; it should be fine." "But the human brain is amazing. We haven't studied it yet. I suspect something is pressing on your memory nerves, causing temporary amnesia." He then turned to the woman and said, "Your teacher's physical condition is fine, but he's temporarily lost his memory. You need to talk to him more; hopefully, it 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 slowly." Seeing that the doctor couldn't explain the cause, I was actually a little confused. It must be some kind of bizarre thing like soul transfer that I've encountered. I don't know if this is a blessing or a curse, but whatever it is, I just want to be discharged now. I miss my wife and my lovely son so much. I wonder how they are doing; they must be worried too.
I looked at my pants, which were now bulging with a tent (I almost wanted to pounce on them, but I still didn't have the courage). Although men are said to be driven by their lower bodies, for me, besides my wife Zhu'er, I've never had another woman. I've never had love in college. Okay, I admit I'm a bit slow on the uptake, but Zhu'er is truly my only woman right now.
I still don't dare do anything to this sexy but still unfamiliar "wife." Thinking of Zhu'er brings another pang of pain. Zhu'er's figure isn't as full as Shuang'er's; her breasts are a little smaller. She was 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 while Zhu'er's buttocks aren't as big as Shuang'er's, they're still very perky—that used to be my favorite spot. I used to often hold her, one hand touching Zhu'er's buttocks as I fell asleep.
Now, it's not me touching Zhu'er's buttocks anymore. Seeing Zhang Wei's betrayal, I knew Zhang Wei had already slept with my wife. I was so angry I wanted to kill him, but seeing my own face, I couldn't bring myself to do it.
I washed my face with water, feeling a little calmer. I couldn't think of any other reason besides soul transfer. But what should I do? I hadn't figured it out yet, and I definitely couldn't tell anyone, otherwise scientists might dissect me for research.
Fate is cruel; my wife was taken by someone else, and I couldn't do anything to stop it. Although I live in a villa now, and Lang Lingqing has a sexy woman who's practically my wife, to be honest, I can't say I'm at a disadvantage. Thinking about this, I paused. My wife is sleeping with "someone else," what's the point of me being so honest here? Would Zhu'er care? And Shuang'er probably wouldn't care either, right? I took a deep breath and finally made up my mind.
We had dinner. The housekeeper comes every morning and leaves at night, so now it's just the two of us in the house. Since I've made up my mind, I'll let it go. Having lowered my guard, I found myself unusually impulsive, as if I had been transported back to the first night I made love with Zhu'er. My heart was racing, and my face was burning.
I urinated, and while washing my hands, I glanced at a cartoon.
I froze. I saw a strange face, not exactly ugly or more beautiful, but definitely not my old face. I saw Shuang'er sitting on the sofa watching TV. I suppressed my impulse 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 following my lead. I lifted her chin and kissed her. Shuang'er didn't have time to resist, only letting out a soft "hmm," before succumbing to my tongue. Our tongues intertwined, tasting each other's saliva.
We kissed for about ten minutes before slowly separating. Shuang'er opened her eyes and asked, "Is your injury healed?" I nodded, looking at her. She must have seen the intense desire in my eyes.
I kissed Shuang'er's lips again, and my hand slipped up from under her skirt, touching her full, perky breasts. They were so soft, I thought to myself. It took at least two hands to encircle Shuang'er's breasts. Under my kneading, 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, through her lower abdomen, and through her underwear, my hand pressed against the center of Shuang'er's thigh. Shuang'er trembled slightly, her breathing becoming heavier. Her tongue had forgotten its previous tongue-twisting technique; it merely parted her lips slightly, letting me do as I pleased.
I stood up, quickly stripped naked, and pressed myself against her. I pulled down the top of Shuang'er's skirt and kissed her breasts. I kneaded her breasts with both hands, sucking on her nipples back and forth, 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; her crotch was already wet and sticky. I couldn't resist any longer and touched Shuang'er's vulva, which was already soaking wet. I grasped my penis, aligned it with the opening, and thrust forward. With the lubrication of her vaginal fluid, it slid all the way in. Shuang'er couldn't help but cry out, "Ah!"
I spread Shuang'er's legs apart to allow for deeper penetration. I pressed down on her thighs with both hands and began thrusting. I started by thrusting incredibly fast, almost brutally. Shuang'er writhed more and more violently with my intense thrusting, her moans growing louder and louder, from "mmmmm" to "ahhh," until finally, she was screaming like a cat in heat, desperately trying to stop.
After about seven or eight minutes, Shuang'er seemed to be suffocating; her eyes rolled back, her body convulsed, and I felt a surge of heat in the head of my penis, followed by a surge of heat in her groin. Shuang'er actually climaxed. Under such stimulation, I couldn't hold back any longer. I let out a low growl, thrusting my hips forward, and ejaculated deep inside Shuang'er's flesh, gushing out in spurts. This exhilarating feeling was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before.
After a quick clean-up, 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 upon hearing my words. I saw her eyes gradually brighten, her face radiating a captivating glow. She hugged me, whispering softly on my shoulder, "I've waited so many years for you to say those words..." This idea was something I'd pondered for a long time before deciding on. 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 felt like being forced into a difficult situation for a woman like her. She was actually struggling to keep going, and from her conversation a few days ago, I knew it was beyond her capabilities. As a man, since fate had placed me in this position, naturally... I didn't have much experience either, but I felt it was my duty to take on this responsibility.
As I spanked her, my eyes were fixed on Zhu'er's bare genitals. I saw that although Zhu'er was crying out in pain, her juices were constantly flowing out. She was definitely a slut, I thought to myself with a smirk. I took off my pants, told Zhang Wei to hold Zhu'er still, and then thrust my long-erect penis into her wet opening.
After I told Shuang'er about my idea, she was clearly very happy. We took a shower together, and Shuang'er gently washed me thoroughly. We dried each other off and lay down on the bed. Shuang'er nestled in my arms, happily talking about her work at the factory. My hand touched her buttocks, which were bigger than my ex-wife's, and as I listened to her whispering in my ear, I slowly felt a stirring in my lower body. Shuang'er, being in my arms, naturally felt the change in my genitals. She gave me a flirtatious glance, slowly lowered herself, and kissed my nipple, gently moving her lips down. Soon, I felt myself enveloped by an exceptionally warm and moist place.
Shuang'er's tongue was incredibly agile and omnipresent; it left its mark on my glans, shaft, and even scrotum. In no time, my penis was rock hard, the purplish-red glans menacingly facing Shuang'er's face. But Shuang'er wasn't afraid at all; she 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 down and lick my anus, her tongue even pushing in. This extraordinary stimulation was indescribably pleasurable.
I couldn't resist any longer and rolled over to mount her, but Shuang'er held me down with her hand and gently said, "Lie down, let me do it." Then she sat on top of me. She lifted her hips, aligning my erection with her own fleshy opening, and then slowly sat down. She was already quite wet while she was working on me; she was truly a wonderful woman.
With her swaying, my hands squeezed her swaying breasts, feeling a blissful disorientation. After five or six minutes, Shuang'er lay down beside me, her buttocks raised and swaying slowly. Seeing her obvious invitation, I immediately jumped up and knelt behind her, ready to thrust inside.
Then, Shuang'er reached back and grasped my penis. Ba, aimed his glans at her anus.
I was stunned. What did she mean? Did she want me to insert it into that hole? Although I knew what anal sex was, I had never tried it before, and I was afraid of hurting Zhu'er.
Shuang'er saw me in a daze and smiled, "What's wrong? Isn't this your favorite?" I knew then. It turned out that Zhang Wei had already opened Shuang'er's anus a long time ago. Now that the arrow was on the bowstring, how could I hesitate? I smeared her vaginal fluid on the front of my penis, put it on the entrance of her anus, and then slowly thrust it in.
Shuang'er's back was already very open . My penis went in smoothly, though it was quite tight. I steadied myself and began to slowly thrust in and out. The anus wasn't as wet as the vagina, but it offered a different kind of stimulation. The surrounding flesh tightly protected my penis, requiring a little effort with each thrust. As
I thrust in and out of Shuang'er's anus, she rubbed her vagina with one hand, and soon she climaxed again. Although I had already ejaculated once, this fresh and intense stimulation made me feel increasingly close to reaching my peak. I turned her over, making her lie face up, lifted her legs and pressed them against my waist. I then penetrated her anus again, while my back hand massaged her clitoris, and I began to thrust violently.
I said to Zhang Wei, "I can give you money, and I can let you train Zhu'er, but I want to be your master. You must obey my every word." I emphasized the last four words, knowing he understood what I meant.
Under my double stimulation, Shuang'er quickly had her third orgasm 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 resolved to try my best to adapt to this new role, and also to take on the responsibility of two families. Zhu'er, wait for me… Starting the next day, with Shuang'er's help… I started by studying hard, learning how to manage, and dealing with many business dealings. I try my best not to think about my old family. I know I had some savings before; as long as I don't waste them too much, I can live a long time. Relying on Zhang Wei, I estimate, is useless.
These days, I've been busy and fulfilled. During the day, I can barely handle the role of the new boss; at night, I try to avoid going out as much as possible, rarely going out, because Shuang'er's figure is too attractive to me. I almost ride in Shuang'er's three holes every night, but sometimes Shuang'er's gaze towards me seems a little strange, a little gratified, but also seems to contain desire, and a little resentment—it's very complicated, and I don't quite understand it. I can only think: am I not whipping her enough?
After a long time... 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 the phone. He was direct and blunt: "Out of money? Bring some." I was taken aback and instinctively asked, "How do you know my phone number?" He was also surprised by my question, but quickly replied, "How could I not know my own number?" I gave a self-deprecating laugh. I was really confused; we couldn't tell who was who anymore.
I asked him, "What do you do now? How come you're so poor?" Hearing this, his voice softened a little, and he said, "What can I do? I quit your job a long time ago. I'm just staying at home now!" To be honest, I couldn't really get angry. For him, asking him to make money... That's so impractical.
I asked him again, "What about Zhu'er?" Zhang Wei said, "Zhu'er is looking for work now." Hearing this, my heart ached again. My Zhu'er has really suffered, getting herself such a husband.
To be honest, I know that my current assets actually belong to Zhang Wei. But I don't want to return them to him now. One reason is that I don't know how, and another is that even if we regain our status, Zhang Wei can't support this family.
Although with Shuang'er's efforts, it's impossible for them to squander everything at once, but their decline is inevitable sooner or later. It's better for me to support them for him; at worst, I'll support two families.
I know my thinking is a bit selfish or unethical, but so what? Can anyone tell me a better way?
Besides, "If a man doesn't look out for himself, he won't have a good end." This isn't my saying; it's what the ancients said.
Seeing that I didn't say anything, Zhang Wei probably got a little anxious and said, "Boss, don't go too far! Otherwise, I'll tell you everything, and then we'll see what you do!" I sneered and said, "Fine, go ahead and tell me. Let's see who believes you. They can't even find anything wrong with your DNA." "Now, I know almost everything about your past. Even if Shuang'er is half-believing and half-doubting, you're such a bastard, what do you think Shuang'er will choose? And Zhu'er, I don't admit it, what can you do about it?" Zhang Wei, hearing what I said, didn't know how to refute me. After a moment of silence, he actually said, "Okay, I admit I can't do anything to you now, but you should know that your husband 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 take a look, then we'll talk. One last thing, your wife has exceptional potential!" He hung up after saying that. I was stunned for a moment, not knowing what he meant.
After a while, the door opened, and I saw myself walk in. I was startled, but after a moment, I realized it was the real Zhang Wei. Zhang Wei walked into the room, saw the woman's appearance, nodded contentedly, then bent down, picked up a piece of rope from the ground, and walked into the room. The woman was pulled around and followed Zhang Wei as they crawled. I saw clearly that the other end of the rope was connected to a ring around the woman's neck, and the woman was Shuang'er.
I saw Zhang Wei leading Shuang'er around the room like he was walking a dog, then sitting on the edge of the bed. Shuang'er quickly crawled forward and reached for Zhang Wei's zipper, but Zhang Wei kicked her, sending her sprawling to the floor. He seemed angry, saying, "Who told you to do that? Did I approve?" Shuang'er, far from being angry, quickly knelt down, head bowed, 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 Zhang Wei's last words: 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 let out a soft "Ah!" but remained motionless, letting Zhang Wei slap her buttocks again and again.
Watching the video, I felt a surge of heat rise to my head, and then, with a "boom," a thought I'd never imagined before took root in my mind. My penis was harder than ever before, and the surge of desire made my whole body tremble. Only one thought remained: I... I wanted to be those hands, I wanted to be those hands.
I immediately shut down the computer, unplugged the USB drive, put it back in its place, picked up my phone, and dialed my old number. Zhang Wei's "hehe" laughter came through the phone: "How was it? Great, right?" I interrupted him abruptly, saying, "Let's meet in person. I'll book a room and then call you." 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 came in, sat down in front of me, and said casually... "How's it going?
Got any money?" I took out a stack of ten thousand yuan I had prepared and threw it at him, saying, "What's going on?" Zhang Wei put the money away and said, "Actually, Shuang'er is a masochist. She was trained exceptionally well by someone before me. I was a highly skilled masochist who spent a lot of money to fool her, but I'm incompetent. My company is about to go bankrupt, and I have no choice but to let Shuang'er hold on, which makes me lose all my dignity in front of her. Although she still listens to me, I'm embarrassed and don't have the confidence to humiliate her anymore, so I haven't played with her for a long time.
Thinking that I will be the master of three people, I am overjoyed. From now on, my life will be exceptionally wonderful. As for the physical contact between Zhang Wei and Zhu'er, I don't care much anymore, because in my heart, Zhang Wei is just an object. Who would be jealous of an object?
But now that she's living in your house, it seems you were wasting your time at home. Zhu'er has quite a lot of potential!" Hearing Zhang Wei's words, I thought of my beloved wife... Having been humiliated by someone I looked down upon, I was so enraged that I stood up abruptly and slapped him across the face, yelling, "You scumbag! You think you're so tough in front of Zhu'er? What right do you have to humiliate her?" Zhang Wei, despite the slap, didn't dare retaliate, only covering his face and muttering, "Her subservience is no less than Shuang'er's; it would be a waste not to discipline her." I was momentarily puzzled by Zhang Wei's unexpected behavior. What kind of man was he? So fragile himself, yet he enjoyed disciplining women—truly a... "Excellent." I suddenly had an idea, not sure if it would work, but I wanted to try it first.
He looked at me, his face showing difficulty, probably because he couldn't accept it! I looked at him and slowly said, "You don't have to accept it, but I won't give you any more money in the future. If Guan Zhu'er goes out to work, I will find a way to bring her back to my side. Although I haven't thought of a way yet, I have money, and I will definitely think of a way, right?" Zhang Wei's expression changed when he heard my words. He knew his own limitations and knew that he had no way to win back his money. What a good way to deal with this! My resolve was already wavering. Looking at Zhang Wei's expression, I added, "I'll support you for life." Finally, Zhang Wei succumbed to my relentless exploitation. A lazy, good-for-nothing man like him was already feeling lost and helpless in this situation, and perhaps deep down he was also a hermaphrodite, both a sadist and a masochist. Seeing Zhang Wei's humiliated nod, I felt a surge of satisfaction. The bitterness I felt a few days ago because he had made love to my wife, Zhu'er, lessened somewhat.
I took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Since you've agreed, you should know how to address me, right?" I knew that at this moment, before he could figure things out, I had to finalize the deal, so I struck while the iron was hot and continued to pressure him.
Zhang Wei lowered his head, his expression clearly showing struggle and uncertainty, but in the end, he still knelt down in humiliation, trembling as he called out, "Master." For the first time, I didn't want to continue forcing him; I just let him kneel there. We discussed some details about the ridge, and of course, I was the one giving him instructions, but he was an expert in this area, so we needed his help with many of the tools. The final conclusion we reached was: Zhu'er has the potential to be a sex slave, and Zhang Wei will be responsible for training her. Zhang Wei can be Zhu'er's master, but when I am present, I am Zhang Wei's master.
"How did you know this?" He gave a bitter smile. "I saw a movie about this before, who knew it would actually happen to us." Another silence followed. He looked up and asked, "What do we do?" I looked at him; his eyes were filled with horror and helplessness. I knew he didn't dare say it aloud. With something like this, either people would call you crazy, or they'd take you for research. Although his current body is my former one, the essence of a person is still their soul. So, in reality, we've swapped, but we can't swap back because our bodies haven't changed. Fate is cruel.
The final outcome made me very satisfied. Through this method, I could have Pearl again, a Pearl who was different from Ye Kan. Although I still loved her, the thought of Pearl kneeling... The scene before me stirred my emotions.
From now on, I will love her in a different way. Since Zhang Wei said Zhu'er has potential in this area, then Zhu'er should be happy in it.
Seeing me in a daze and not answering, and perhaps because my expression wasn't good, Zhu'er was a little scared. She turned around and called out, "Husband, is someone looking for you?" I heard a man's voice from Langlingqing: "Who is it?" Then a head peeked out from next to my wife, a head that made me panic, a head that, although I had already guessed it, still made me jump back in fright—my head! Yes, I saw myself standing in front of me! It was
already afternoon when I got home, and I rested for a while. Before long, Shuang'er also came back, 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 into 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!" Hearing my shout, Shuang'er visibly trembled. Turning back to look at me, her eyes gradually brightened, and then she promptly knelt down in front of me with a "thump."
Seeing Shuang'er so obedient, 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 forgot about his previous work, and didn't love me anymore!" Upon hearing this, I sneered, "Husband? Me? Have you forgotten your place?" Hearing this, Shuang'er lowered her head again and quickly said, "I'm sorry! Master, this servant knows her mistake. Please punish me." Hearing Shuang'er's reply, I smiled inwardly. Well-trained people are different; I don't even have to put in any effort.
I said, "Since you know you're wrong, you should know what to do, right?" Shuang'er shakily got up, lay on my lap, pulled her skirt up to her waist, and then pulled her panties down below her knees. Then she said softly, "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, and my head was also feverish and throbbing. I couldn't help but slap Shuang'er's bottom repeatedly. I don't know how long I slapped her, until her loud "Ah ah" cries turned into soft sobs. Only then did I come to my senses. Looking down, 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 happy and a little shy. My hand changed from slapping to touching, but as soon as I touched Shuang'er's red and swollen bottom, her sobs stopped abruptly and quickly turned into moans.
I touched Shuang'er's buttocks cleft and felt it was very wet. I peeked over and saw that Shuang'er's buttocks cleft was even wetter than her thighs, and her vaginal fluid was dripping down her thighs. Shuang'er was surprisingly happy under my slaps. I laughed and scolded, "You slut, you really deserve a beating, and the more I hit you, the slut you get." As I spoke, I brushed Shuang'er's hair aside. I saw that Shuang'er's face was flushed, overflowing with lust, and the tear stains on her face 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, with one orgasm after another. The more vulgar and humiliating my insults were, the happier she became. I don't know how many orgasms she had, but by the time I was inside her anus, she was already in a semi-conscious state. After ejaculating for the third time tonight, I held Shuang'er's body and fell into a deep sleep... Since I had awakened my sadistic nature, I certainly wouldn't waste it. Now that the factory business is gradually getting back on track, Shuang'er no longer focuses on business. 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 now dressed far less often than naked. She often spends the whole day naked in the office, frequently tied up. Sometimes I'll put the naked Shuang'er under my desk and call people in to discuss work. At these times, Shuang'er doesn't dare move under the desk. I even intentionally step on her, and she doesn't dare make a sound. Often, after the others leave, Shuang'er's genitals are soaking wet.
My favorite thing to do is call in lunch, make the naked Shuang'er kneel in front of me and suck my penis, then put a still-hot plate on her back. I eat while slowly thrusting into Shuang'er's mouth. Shuang'er's food is often mixed with my penis. The semen, but Shuang'er ate it with relish.
Shuang'er was very obedient to my requests, but while I was happy, I always felt something was missing. What was missing? I thought about it for a long time before I realized it was because Shuang'er had been over-trained. At her master's request, she had lost all sense of shame. Perhaps, she even felt pleasure during the training process.
Every day, I would call Zhang Wei out, and in the hotel room, I would strip him naked. I'm not actually very interested in men, but for better... I'll make him lick my penis, not for lust, but just to make the humiliation more thorough. Sometimes, I'll make him wash his own ass clean, then make him lie there, and I'll penetrate his anus while making him sing, "Chrysanthemum withered, buttocks injured..." My wife, Zhu'er, is an absolute gem, lewd yet shy, with exceptionally good submissiveness, yet maintaining a sense of shame.
I desperately want Zhu'er, so I asked Zhang Wei to put our son in a prestigious full-time daycare. That day, while Zhu'er was out buying groceries, I went back to our old house. Before she returned, I hid in my room, opened the door a crack, and peeked 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, and she looked especially cute. 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 being obedient. Lift up 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 air of absolute authority.
Zhu'er blushed even more upon hearing Zhang Wei's words, saying, "You little rascal, making me do such embarrassing things, it makes me afraid to bend over even when I'm buying groceries." But she still obediently stopped, put down her basket, and pulled up the hem of her miniskirt with both hands.
When I saw it, my eyes lit up instantly. After Zhu'er lifted the hem of her skirt, her lower body was completely bare. Not only was she not wearing underwear, but even her sparse pubic hair was gone, yet she looked strangely sexy and clean. Zhang Wei actually made Zhu'er wear a miniskirt, completely naked underneath, to go grocery shopping. Would Zhu'er really agree? Wasn't she afraid of being exposed?
Seeing Zhu'er's honest expression, Zhang Wei nodded contentedly, walked up to her, and groped between her legs. I knew they were together every day, and Zhang Wei had definitely done this to Zhu'er many times before, but seeing him touch her in front of me still filled me with anger. However, I tried my best to suppress my rage, keeping my eyes fixed on them.
Zhang Wei groped Zhu'er... He then raised his hand between her legs, and I saw that Zhang Wei's hand was shiny. I heard Zhang Wei chuckle and hold his hand up in front of Zhu'er, saying, "Little slut, what's there to be shy about?
I think you just want others to see your cunt, don't you? What's this? Hehe, are you happy 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're really going too far. How can you talk about your own wife like that? I would never like others to see me like that. Just now..." "I'm terrified, what's next is just..." He hesitated, unable to finish his sentence. Seeing my beloved wife's shy expression as she was being humiliated by Zhang Wei, my heart ached terribly, but a strange pleasure kept me standing motionless in the room.
Zhang Wei saw Zhu'er lower her skirt, his face darkening. He yelled, "Who told you to lower it? Did I give you permission to?" Zhu'er, hearing this, was almost in tears of grievance, but still dared not resist. She pulled her skirt up again, exposing her lower body, standing there motionless, apologizing, "I'm sorry!" Zhang Wei... Of course, Zhang Wei wouldn't let Zhu'er off the hook. He said, "You made a mistake, and saying sorry isn't enough? Kneel down!" Upon hearing Zhang Wei's words, tears finally streamed down Zhu'er's face, but she slowly bent down and knelt.
Zhang Wei bent down and took off Zhu'er's skirt, making her kneel properly. Then, he took a stalk of celery from a large basket, bent down, and inserted the stalk into Zhu'er's anus. After inserting it, he commanded, "Crawl in circles in the living room." Zhu'er's tears fell to the ground, but she dared not resist and slowly crawled in circles in the living room.
As I got closer to home, Zhu'er became more and more important to me. I wondered if my wife would accept me.
I felt both heartache and joy watching her, but I had to admit that letting Zhang Wei train Zhu'er was the right thing to do. Firstly, Zhang Wei had more methods than me, and secondly, I wasn't sure I could bear to do it.
Zhu'er crawled slowly on the ground, the celery inserted into her anus swaying with her movements. Zhang Wei followed behind her, saying, "Don't you think you look like a little bitch?" Zhu'er shook her head repeatedly, but continued crawling forward.
Zhang Wei's voice grew louder: "Tell me, you are a slutty little bitch, will you talk or not?" As he spoke, he pulled out a whip from somewhere and lashed Zhu'er's small, shapely buttocks with a "crack," leaving a red mark.
Pearl cried out in pain, crawling forward quickly. Under Zhang Wei's lewd power, she finally submitted. Pearl's face flushed red, and she said in a low voice, "I'm a little bitch..." Upon hearing this, Zhang Wei lashed her again, saying, "Louder, I can't hear you." After saying the first utterance, the rest came out even more easily. Pearl's tears kept falling, 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." Pearl felt her mind go blank from such humiliation, shaking her head like a rattle. Then, another "smack" sounded, and a sharp pain shot through her buttocks. Pearl could only crawl forward, barking, "Woof! Woof
! Woof!" Seeing Pearl being humiliated like this, I still felt heartache, but the overwhelming pleasure had already overwhelmed me. In my eyes, Zhu'er had truly become a slutty bitch, deserving of such brutal humiliation.
After she swallowed my entire penis, she began to sway against me, her large breasts bobbing up and down, her alluring phoenix eyes becoming hazy again, and she began to moan. At this moment, I had completely forgotten my old ideas and children, thinking only that with a daughter like her, what more could a husband ask for?
My eyes were fixed on Zhu'er, and suddenly, I noticed that the floor where Zhu'er had crawled was a little wet. Upon closer inspection, I realized that Zhu'er, in the midst of this immense humiliation, had become so wet that she was dripping with vaginal fluid. Zhang Wei whipped her again, and she even couldn't help but urinate, but she dared not stop, only crawling while urinating, making the entire living room completely wet.
Zhang Wei was getting tired of following behind, so he sat down on the sofa and said to Zhu'er, "Little bitch, crawl over here and lick my favorite sausage." Upon hearing this, Zhu'er quickly crawled forward, took out Zhang Wei's penis, and began licking it. Zhang Wei's penis, already hard from the training, became even more engorged under Zhu'er's sucking and licking, the purplish-red glans appearing even more menacing.
I couldn't resist any longer. I left the room, gave Zhang Wei a look, and then went behind Zhu'er.
Hearing the sound behind her, Zhu'er was terrified and tried to stand up, but Zhang Wei held her down tightly. Zhu'er struggled, so I squatted down behind her. Seeing her struggle, I pressed one hand against her buttocks and slapped her already welt-covered buttocks hard 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 pressed tightly against his chest. Zhu'er cried and struggled, but she was helpless against the two men.
Zhu'er let out a long cry; she knew she had been penetrated by a man other than her husband, and being in her husband's arms felt both shameful and humiliating. But the pleasure in her body was undeniable. She was already extremely aroused by Zhang Wei's humiliation, and now a penis was erect in front of her, and another was thrusting into her from behind. This unusual experience propelled Zhu'er towards orgasm through her shame. I had only penetrated less than three... Four minutes later, I noticed Zhu'er's body trembling. I knew she was about to climax. I knew her body so well, so I increased the speed of my thrusts. At first, Zhu'er was too embarrassed to cry out, but as the pleasure intensified, her moans grew louder. Finally, with a scream, Zhu'er reached her climax, and my thighs were soaked with her gushing fluid.
After climaxing, Zhu'er lay weakly in Zhang Wei's arms, letting me thrust into her without resistance. I slowed my thrusts. As I thrust, I saw the celery inserted into Pearl's anus wilted from the impact, so I pulled it out. I noticed Pearl's anus was different from before. Previously, it was tightly closed, but now it was noticeably looser.
I pointed to Pearl's anus and looked at Zhang Wei. Zhang Wei nodded. I cursed inwardly; my wife's virginity had been stolen by Zhang Wei. But now wasn't the time to argue. I pulled out my penis, told Zhang Wei to lie down on the sofa, and then told him to put Pearl... I held Zhu'er against him, her body limp and letting us do as we pleased.
I told Zhang Wei to straighten his penis, then I lifted Zhu'er's buttocks high, aimed at Zhang Wei's penis, and slowly lowered her, allowing his penis to slide in completely. Zhang Wei thrust upwards with each stroke, and Zhu'er began to moan softly again.
I spread my legs, stood between 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 held Zhu'er's buttocks firmly in place with both hands, pressed my penis against her anus, aimed at the right angle, and with a forceful thrust, the head of my penis went in. Zhu'er couldn't help but scream "Ah!" as she struggled, but it was all in vain against our combined efforts.
I slowly pushed into her, and during the process, I could clearly feel a hard rod slowly moving through her skin. In no time, I finally reached the bottom, and Zhu'er was firmly held in place by our two rods. Zhang Wei and I rhythmically thrust into Zhu'er from the front and back. Zhu'er moaned continuously amidst the unprecedented humiliation and stimulation, and within just ten minutes, she had two orgasms. During Zhu'er's second orgasm, her whole body convulsed, her lower body contracted tightly, and my thrusting became extremely difficult. In her tightness, I couldn't help but ejaculate inside Zhu'er's anus.
Zhu'er was exhausted from our ministrations, her body limp like a noodle on Zhang Wei's body, letting his massive penis thrust rapidly into her. I glanced at them, went into the bathroom, took a shower, and came out to see Zhang Wei, who had probably ejaculated as well, sitting naked on the sofa, while Zhu'er was nestled in his arms, sobbing softly. Perhaps it was her first time experiencing something like this, and she wasn't quite ready to accept it.
Hearing him say that, I couldn't sit still either. Shuang'er left the workshop, and I made a phone call to tell her I had to go out for a bit, then 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. The video was taken in this room; in the video, I only saw a naked woman, her buttocks facing me, kneeling at the doorway, her buttocks... The room was large, the door ajar.
Seeing this scene, I felt a pang of heartache and shyness, 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 resist when you saw me come out?
Kneel down!" Zhu'er heard my shout, stopped crying, turned around, looked at me in surprise, then looked back at Zhang Wei, perhaps pleading for help! But what she thought was unbelievable happened. Zhang Wei put Zhu'er down at my shout and knelt before 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 heavily into the air. The whip cracked with a "snap," and Zhu'er trembled, giving me a terrified look before obediently kneeling beside Zhang Wei.
I said to the two of them, "From this day forward, I am your master, and you are my slaves, understand?" Zhang Wei had long been trained to be very obedient, and although he might have felt a little embarrassed in front of Zhu'er, he still obediently replied. Although Zhu'er's submissive nature had also been brought out 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 reluctantly agreed. And after the two of them called me "master" for the first time, the subsequent training became exceptionally easy.
Looking at the two kneeling before me, I couldn't help but sigh to the heavens amidst the immense pleasure, "My own wife, yet I can only regain her through such means."

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