The Other Side of a Beloved Wife

My wife is 30 this year. She was my college classmate; she studied economics, and I studied computer science. I met her at a hometown gathering when I was a junior, and we started seeing each other frequently and eventually became boyfriend and girlfriend. There was no dramatic love story. After graduation, we both worked in a city in the south that wasn't too big or too small, and we naturally got married. We've been married for five years, and life has been quite peaceful. I think if it weren't for what happened next, we might have really lived an ordinary life.

I work in software development, but not in an office setting. I work on industrial control, which requires me to travel to various clients frequently. My wife also had a good job. We were both very busy, so we never had time to have children. But this year, my wife is 30, and our families are urging us to have a baby. So I simply told her to quit her job and rest at home. We planned to have a child in the next couple of years. Anyway, I can earn back the money she has by working hard. She didn't object and focused on being a full-time housewife.

To avoid being too abrupt, let me add some more information about my wife. She is about 1.65 meters tall and weighs less than 110 pounds. She has very fair skin, and although she doesn't have a perfect figure, it's still quite good. She has an oval face, long hair styled in big waves, and her features are nothing special, just rather pretty. Her parents are both well-educated and reasonable, which has instilled in her the gentle personality of a traditional Chinese woman. Her sexual desire is also average (in fact, this is not the case at all; looking back now, it might be because our relationship developed too smoothly, so smoothly that we were embarrassed to break the impression we left on each other). Especially since we've been married for 5 years, the novelty has long since worn off, and sex is just a matter of going through the motions for ten minutes or so. I've gradually lost interest, thinking that this is probably the beginning of the seven-year itch.

Six months ago, I went on a business trip to Shandong for a month. When I got home and rested for a few days, I realized I'm a software developer and a night owl. That day, I was working on something until the early hours of the morning when I accidentally opened the Tencent folder on my wife's computer (my wife's laptop is used as the main internet connection at home). On a whim, I wanted to see who my wife usually chatted with on QQ and what they talked about. I easily cracked the local password (she didn't know I knew this, or maybe she thought I didn't know anything about QQ because I didn't have a QQ account). I was just doing it for fun because my wife told me she didn't like using QQ, and I didn't expect to see anything. But when I opened it, I was surprised. She had many QQ friends, which didn't seem like she rarely used it. I clicked on the people she had recently contacted and saw messages from them:

"My husband's back. I won't be online for a while. I'll contact you after he leaves..." A message like this sent a jolt through me. My heart raced, blood rushed to my head, "What's going on..." My mind went blank. I scrolled through the chat history rapidly. It was all disjointed messages, mostly asking if the other person was online and if so, inviting them to a chat room. Then I noticed a group with the name "Room" (not using a real name). I had a premonition that something was about to happen. My breathing felt heavy. I opened the group and glanced at it. There were about a dozen people. My wife's QQ group name was "Naked Young Woman," but there wasn't much chat history. I checked the group folder and image files. The folder contained a dozen text messages, chat logs 123... and the image files contained many... My wife's nude photos... If it weren't for the fact that I've been seeing that face for five years, I wouldn't believe it's actually her. Some of the photos were taken at home; some are of her completely naked, sitting in front of the computer; some are selfies taken on the balcony with a digital camera; some have clothespins clipped to her nipples with small objects hanging from the clips; some have something stuffed in her genitals; there's even a close-up of her genitals taken while she's urinating in the toilet; and many are in places I don't recognize, some seem to be outdoors, and there are dozens with dark backgrounds where I don't know where they were taken, only that they're taken in front of a computer. My wife is wearing a white shirt, with half the buttons undone. Although it's quite dim, you can clearly see most of her breasts exposed. Among all the photos, these are actually some of the few times my wife is clothed...

What's going on? What's going on? My first reaction after the initial shock was that I had to figure it out. "Just ask my wife, point to the photos and ask her what happened?" No, that wasn't the best way. I needed to find out secretly first. My years of experience made me choose this approach. "Okay, I'll figure it out first before deciding what to do..." I downloaded all the records, pictures, and friend information I could find in my wife's QQ to my computer and then went to sleep. Looking at my gentle wife sleeping soundly beside me, I gritted my teeth and lay down next to her. I closed my eyes, and all I could see was my wife alone at home, naked, sitting at her computer desk, laughing and video chatting with her online friends... I drifted in and out of sleep until the next day...

When I woke up the next day, I couldn't act nonchalant in front of my wife. I made up a lie, saying that something had happened at the company and I had to go away for another week. My wife complained, "Why are you leaving as soon as you get back? Be careful out there." "Damn, this bitch is really good at pretending," I cursed inwardly, but still forced a smile and said, "Okay, honey." I packed my things and went to a nearby city. On the train, my wife called to ask if things were going well. After hearing the train, she said a few polite words and hung up. "That bitch is definitely testing me; I wonder what she's up to at home again," I thought. After arriving, I found a small hotel with internet and booked a room for a week. I planned to find the answers there.

I compiled information on everyone in my wife's group chat and contacted them one by one. Those with cell phones were the easiest to reach; those without left messages on QQ. I told them I was the husband of the naked young woman, that I had seen everything they did on QQ, and that I needed to understand the situation. I demanded they tell me the whole story. If they explained everything clearly, I promised not to interfere with their lives. If they didn't cooperate, I warned them I wouldn't hesitate to take drastic measures; I wasn't afraid of losing face. I made them think carefully. I added that I didn't want to ruin their relationship with my wife; she didn't know anything about the situation. In short, I just wanted to understand; I didn't care about anything else, and everything would remain the same. After I made my stance very clear, they all obediently told me everything they knew and had done. The sequence of events unfolded clearly before my eyes, leaving me only with repeated, quiet shock… There was a man in the group named Longcheng who had the earliest and most frequent contact with my wife. He met her online a year before I investigated this matter; I'll refer to him as Long from now on. That day, around 1 AM, my wife entered a chat room about SM, naming herself "Newcomer." Long was also in the chat room that day. It was late, and he assumed she was just someone who was AFK and going to sleep, and since her name wasn't particularly interesting, he ignored her. However, my wife took the initiative to greet him, asking if it was a chat room about sex. Long said it was. My wife explained that she had found out about it by chance online, and was afraid to come during the day, so she deliberately waited until night to find out what people talked about. Later, they exchanged QQ numbers and chatted on QQ. Long asked… Let me give you some background on my wife. At that time, she had just stopped working and was resting at home for about two months. I was away on a business trip, and she was home alone. Long told my wife that the chat room she had joined was, in short, a chat room where men were playing with women. He asked my wife if she was averse to the word "playing with," and if so, there was no need to chat. My wife said she could accept it. Long was also very tired at the time and didn't feel like chatting much. He directly asked my wife if she had a webcam. He wanted my wife to take off all her clothes and chat with him. My wife didn't reply for a long time, and Long thought she had left. After waiting for two or three minutes, my wife finally responded, saying that she was too nervous. Then she asked if she had to take off all her clothes. Long said yes, women weren't allowed to wear anything; they had to be naked for the people chatting with to see. My wife asked if the men didn't have to take their clothes off. Long said of course, otherwise, how could it be called men playing with women? My wife replied: "Okay." That one "okay" clearly reflected my wife's personality. However, my wife didn't have a webcam at the time. Long said, "Since you're so nervous and don't have a webcam, take a day to think it over. If you want to do this, go buy a webcam. We'll go on QQ at the same time tomorrow, and you can't wear clothes or turn on the video. If you don't want to, then don't come."

My wife agreed and logged off.

The next day, Long waited for my wife on QQ as agreed. Actually, he said he wasn't sure if my wife would come, since our chat was too casual and we weren't very familiar. My wife didn't appear on time. Around 2 AM, my wife's avatar flashed, and she greeted Long. Long asked my wife, "Have you decided?" "Yes." "Did you buy the webcam?" "Yes, I bought it yesterday afternoon." "Why are you so late?" "I came earlier, but I was too scared to go online."

"Oh? You don't want a stranger like me to see your breasts? You knew you were going to be naked and chatting with me today when you went to buy the webcam, right?"...

"Yeah." "Were you nervous when you bought it?" "Yes, my face was burning." "What are you wearing now?"... "Nothing." "Then why aren't you turning on the video? You took your clothes off so I could see you, didn't you?"... "Yeah." Long turned on the video. My wife was indeed sitting naked in front of the computer, her hands trying to cover her chest. "Why are you pretending to be a lady? Don't cover up, just type like usual." "Yeah." Long didn't expect it to go so smoothly. He became a little unrestrained and said he wanted to get to know my wife first. He told my wife to stand up and step back a little so that her whole body was on the screen. My wife agreed, and she stood naked in front of a stranger for a few minutes via video call before Long told her to sit back down.

"I'm very satisfied with your figure. Your breasts are big, I like them very much." "Yes, thank you." "Why do your breasts jiggle so much when you're standing? Are your breasts very soft? Are you so nervous you can't stand steadily?" "Yes, my legs are shaking when I stand, it's so embarrassing." "Breasts like yours must have caused you a lot of trouble, right?" "Yes." "Do people often pinch them?" "Yes, when it's crowded on the bus, they pinch me." "Haha, it would be a waste if breasts like yours weren't pinched. Put the camera on the touchpad of the computer, right in front of your breasts." (Laptop)

...

"Is it done?" "Yes, I understand, like when you're right in front of me." ... "Your breasts are big, but a little saggy." ...

"Is this the first time someone has commented on your breasts so directly?" ... "Yes." "Haha, it must be quite embarrassing when you run, with such big breasts jiggle like that." ...

"Hmm... In junior and senior high school, when we ran in PE class, the boys in my class would tease us." "Haha, they all wanted to see you run naked, didn't they?"...

It's unbelievable that my usually principled and virtuous wife would willingly strip naked in front of a complete stranger and be teased with such frivolous language. And she didn't even try to resist. Damn, she acts like a lady in front of me, never letting me turn on the lights when we make love, saying she's shy, but in front of strangers, she listens to everything I say and do. I really don't understand her mentality.

Long kept testing my wife with his words, and she seemed unable to cope, not knowing what to say, but she didn't seem to be disgusted or repulsed. Long roughly guessed my wife's personality. After learning about my wife's background (such as her age, where she's from, marital status, etc., which my wife actually told the truth about, even my frequent business trips), Long felt it was time to take things further. In his words, from the first day he talked to my wife, he had a premonition that this clueless young woman would be very interesting, and he decided to spend more time with her because this was just the beginning, and it would get even more interesting later. And what happened later confirmed his suspicions.

For a while afterward, they frequently arranged to video chat on QQ at night. Each time, he would ask my wife to take off all her clothes, and my wife became increasingly comfortable with it, never refusing his requests. Long then went so far as to

tell my wife that whenever she saw him online, she had to take off her clothes and send him a video call invitation, even during the day. His tone was very firm: "From now on, you don't need to wear clothes in front of me. Don't worry about whether I have the video call on or not. As soon as you see me, you have to take off all your clothes and send me a video call. Even if I don't talk to you, you have to keep it on until I tell you to turn it off, understand?" "Understood, but it's dangerous! What if there's someone else there?" "I know what I'm doing." Long had previously joked with my wife in a chat, saying that she was so shameless that she should be stripped naked and taken to a public square for everyone to see. My wife had blushed and called him bad. Long understood that my wife had a slight exhibitionist tendency, and at least shouldn't be averse to it, which was why he made this demand.

"Oh, but I'm still scared." "What's there to be scared of? Even if someone sees you, I'll just say you're a paid prostitute online. You don't show your face, what danger is there? Besides, isn't this a chance for you to strip naked and be on display? Honestly, if you had this opportunity, would you be willing?"... "Well, once when I was at a water park with my colleagues, one of the straps of my swimsuit broke, so I must have exposed myself." "Haha, your male colleagues probably all saw your breasts, right?"... "I guess so." "You've been thinking about that scene ever since." "Yes." "Okay, did you agree?"...

"Okay, I'll try my best." "No, you have no secrets from me anymore. Your breasts, vagina, buttocks, I've seen them from every angle. Your body is naturally meant for other men to see. Don't you want your breasts to be commented on by others?"...

"Okay, I understand." From then on, except when I came home from business trips, my wife went online like this. Even when Long went to internet cafes, my wife would strip naked and send him video calls. Long himself wouldn't turn on his video. I really don't know how many people walking past in the internet cafe saw my wife's breasts and vagina. Long was also very unscrupulous. He said that sometimes he wouldn't minimize his video when he went to the bathroom; he would just leave it on the desktop. When he came back, one or two people would often lean over and laugh and watch...

The more I learned, the more awkward I felt. On one hand, I was angry, angry at this shameless man named Longcheng, and hated my wife for being so shameless. On the other hand, I was also a little curious and excited. I even wondered if this shameless woman was really my wife? Was she really a woman who wanted to be stripped naked and dragged out into the street to be played with by others? I asked Long, "Does she know you video chat when you go to internet cafes?" Long's answer surprised me: "She knows. Once at an internet cafe, I made her masturbate in front of the webcam. I told her I was at an internet cafe, and people walking past in the aisle were glancing at the screen to watch her masturbate." Long thought my wife would be angry, or at least unhappy, but my wife typed while masturbating: "Hehe, this isn't the first time you've done this at an internet cafe, is it? You're the worst." "Haha, yeah, several times. Looks like you know you're going to be on display. No wonder you were so engrossed in masturbating the first two times; you were really trying to perform for others to see, weren't you?"... "Hmm

..." "Then I'll grant your wish. I'm going to the bathroom. I'll leave the video on the table, and you can continue masturbating, haha."... "

No... I'm about to climax." "Then I need to go to the bathroom even more. Otherwise, how can anyone have the nerve to come up and watch your climaxing vagina while I'm sitting here?"...

"Hmm..."

When Long returned from the restroom, my wife had already finished masturbating and was wiping her vagina with tissue in front of the camera. Unbeknownst to her, in an internet cafe in another city, two college students who had been playing games nearby had been intently watching this bizarre masturbation livestream.

I became increasingly curious about what kind of heart lay beneath my wife's polite and well-mannered exterior.

[The End]

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