The Price of Exposing Your Wife 2 (Repost)

(4)

I really wanted to stop it at this point because everyone's eyes were strange. So I shouted loudly again, "Wife~~ Wife
~~ It's me~~ Stop, let's go home!!!"

As a result, the people around me started shouting again, "Come home with me, wife!

Wife, you're so great~ Come home with me!! I love you! Wife!! Keep going! Keep going!"

Everyone's emotions were getting higher and higher. I wanted to push forward, and everyone pushed and shoved forward with me. At this time,
several staff members came out. They were all very strong and blocked the way, shouting that if they pushed and shoved again, they would pack up and end the performance!

At this point, things were a bit chaotic, even with shouts of prices amidst the noise. But the scene on stage suddenly
silenced everyone, leaving them stunned.

One staff member was behind my wife, still holding her hands
behind , embracing her naked body. The staff member was massaging her breasts, while the masseuse
was massaging her thighs in front, slowly sliding their hands towards the inside, gently spreading her legs.

The person holding her hands from behind pulled her naked body backward, while the masseuse in front
, while massaging her inner thighs, instructed two staff members to come over and
grab her calves, folding them upwards…

Everyone was dumbfounded. My wife was not only completely naked in front of everyone, with her legs spread and folded,
but also being pulled backwards by the person behind her, causing her genitals to be lifted forward and upwards, her entire vulva
completely exposed to everyone. It

seemed the lotion was working on my wife's sensitive areas, along with the effects of the medicine from the water. My wife's
expression was unfocused; she offered no resistance.

The masseur then began massaging the inside of my wife's thighs, slowly moving closer to her genitals,
observing her reaction. Next, the masseur boldly massaged my wife's labia majora, separating them
to reveal her inner labia. My wife's body began to tremble, and her breathing became increasingly rapid.

Her large breasts were being massaged by the man behind her… no, at this point it wasn't a massage anymore, it was
caressing. The man behind her boldly caressed and rubbed my wife's breasts, constantly teasing her
nipples. The masseur used one hand to stroke her inner and outer labia, while the other hand teased and
rubbed her clitoris. The men around cheered in unison.

I saw my wife's breathing become even more rapid, and she began to moan, her lower abdomen twitching…
…This scene was all too familiar to me. It was my wife, her vagina and genitals were starting to feel aroused, she was about to climax.

Looking at the six people on stage—one on each side, one behind, one in front—rubbing and caressing my wife's naked
body, my inexplicable excitement had reached its peak. But I still reflexively tried to push forward
, to rescue my wife. Finally, a very burly staff member came over and forcefully pushed me to the
ground

. I immediately stood up, wanting to fight him, no matter how strong he was. But the staff member approached
me, first apologizing in a brotherly Taiwanese accent, then offering me betel nuts and cigarettes, asking if I wanted some.

I shouted, "That's my wife on stage! I want to take her away! Take her away!!"

The people around me went crazy again, all shouting that I wanted to take her home too! She's mine! She's
my wife!

The staff member said helplessly, "I know this performance is great, but we can't have everyone claiming to be his wife
, can we?"

I continued shouting, "She really is my wife! She really is!!" Let me onto the stage, my wife will immediately recognize
me!

Then everyone shouted again, "I want to go on stage too! I want to take her back! I want her! I want her!!" I

was about to shout again when a tall, burly staff member put his arm around my shoulder, like a good friend putting his arm around
me, and whispered, "Hey, you want to take that woman back? It's simple~ We'll..."

I immediately interrupted him, retorting, "What woman?! That's my wife!!"

I then pulled out a photo from my wallet—my wife's wedding photo. The staff member paused, looked at me for a moment
, then told me to wait while he handled it, and went back on stage to discuss something with the others, pointing and
whispering at me

. Strange... Are these people staff? Why are there so many of them? I realized... these people aren't legitimate.
I started to calmly observe these staff members, and I realized... two
vans . The staff on stage weren't originally at this booth; they seemed to be guys who came later or
some kind of thugs.

I noticed that many stalls in the market were already packing up; it turned out we'd come out late, it was already 11:30
...

The more I felt something was wrong, the more I decided to resort to my last resort: calling the police! I also called
a friend to bring reinforcements to rescue her!

Suddenly, the man who had spoken to me on stage came down again, bringing another shorter man. He kept
bowing and apologizing, asking who I was about to call.

He told me it was all a misunderstanding, that he didn't know the woman wasn't alone, but they said she had gone up on stage voluntarily, and since I hadn't intervened or stopped her at first, they felt
they'd been tricked. Seeing my wife being nearly raped by those men, I started to panic and said to the man, " Yes, it was my wife who went up there voluntarily, and I didn't stop her. I was wrong, but in this situation , my wife will be dragged off and gang-raped. I need to stop this and take my wife home! " The man sighed and laughed, saying, "You must have a fetish for showing your wife to others or raping her, right?" Before I could deny it, he laughed and said, "Don't deny it, let's talk about serious matters first. To be honest, we ultimately wanted to take your wife home for fun, but you'll definitely call the police or won't let it go. We're out having fun and don't want to get wanted or cause any unnecessary trouble over a woman. Let your wife go back with you ." At this point, I breathed a sigh of relief, but then he continued, "But look, a bunch of men in the audience are going crazy because of your wife. I just told those guys on stage, and they're very unhappy because your wife offered herself to you first."

I was about to retort, but I stopped and listened to him continue, because I felt there was something veiled in what he was saying.
The man continued, "Your wife volunteered to go on stage and let everyone play with her, and you didn't stop her because you
wanted to watch, while we just wanted to have some fun. Although we can't have sex with your wife, there's... a way to have the best of both worlds."

I eagerly said I should continue, and the man leaned closer and whispered, "We won't have sex with your wife, we'll just make her orgasm a few times on
stage like this, and we'll use our men to block out these crazy men below, ensuring
your wife..." "My wife won't be dragged off the stage, but we also need to avoid giving anything away, making sure the audience is entertained,"

he took a drag of his cigarette and continued. "So... at the end, we'll pretend to let everyone
bid your wife to spend the night with you, but we've conspired to make sure you win the bid. Then you can take your wife away. This way,
you can satisfy your fetish of seeing your wife exposed, and I can also give myself an explanation. The brothers on
stage can have some fun with your wife, but don't worry, it won't be sexual intercourse, and it will satisfy the audience too. How about
it?

I'm their second-in-command, they'll listen to me! "

I was stunned for a moment. It really was a brilliant, win-win solution. The man continued, "If you don't agree
, I'll pretend I didn't see that. Go on stage and take your wife away. But I don't know
if the men on stage and in the audience will let you take her away."

I don't want to see that kind of ending. If you're going to do that, I'm leaving now because I don't want to see a bad outcome.
Also, don't call the police or ask anyone for help, otherwise the situation will definitely get out of control.
I don't know what will happen, and those guys on stage just took a lot of pictures of your wife. Calling
the police and having those guys arrested might cause them to use those photos to retaliate against you later...

Anyway, if you follow my method, you'll be able to take your wife home soon, how about it, brother? Is it
a deal?

This man is no ordinary person. I was temporarily persuaded by him to stay by my side. He said that if I had any problems or worries,
I could talk to him directly. Actually, he was right. I wanted to see my wife in this situation, but I was worried that my
wife would not be able to come back and that she would be gang-raped by everyone. The man's solution solved all my worries.
At

this time, the man gave the people on the stage an OK sign. I nodded to indicate that I was willing to let them continue
to play with my wife.

The people on the stage also nodded and lewdly smiled at each other, as if they were about to start playing with my wife even more intensely
. At this moment, I suddenly felt an indescribable sense of tension. Even her husband let the people on the stage continue
. I didn't know how far they would play with her.

(5) Gang rape

At this moment, I noticed that my wife on the stage had her hands tied behind her back at some point!

My wife was sitting naked on the edge of the bed, leaning back against another person with her legs spread wide and folded together. She
was being held by two masseuses, one on each side, using a vibrator coated with some kind of ointment.
A tube of ointment was also placed beside the bed. The vibrator was turned on and rotated rapidly. The masseuses slowly parted my wife's labia
and then inserted themselves, quickly thrusting into her vagina.

Her large breasts were being vigorously kneaded and shaped into strange forms by the two people on either side, leaving red finger marks on her fair skin.
My wife was panting heavily, her lower abdomen heaving rapidly, and her whole body trembling uncontrollably.
I knew… my wife… She was on the verge of climax, almost at her limit. This

scene aroused the lust of the group of shifty-eyed men in the audience, who shouted wildly. My wife's
moans on stage suddenly grew louder. I saw the masseuse who had been violently thrusting the rotating vibrator into my wife. Then, another
person added another vibrating dildo, spinning it at high speed, directly stimulating my wife's clitoris.

I know my wife's body best; if she's on the verge of climax, further stimulation of her clitoris will be unbearable. Oh my god,
I promised them they could only play with my wife, not do anything, but I never imagined that just playing with her would lead to this.

However, a strange sense of excitement filled my mind and body, combined with the original... My worries subsided;
it seemed the man's words had a brainwashing and calming effect. Now, my mind was blank as I stared at my wife
being played with by those men…

Sure enough, my wife's lower abdomen began to convulse violently, turning into a trembling, naked body. She suddenly tried
to sit up, but the men behind her grabbed her legs, which were visibly
red from being gripped so tightly. It was clear she was trying to squeeze her legs together.

Under the combined effects of the drug and the aphrodisiac ointment, coupled with this group's collective manipulation,
my wife's eyes were completely unfocused, and her small mouth remained open, moaning. And leaving a
trail of drool... My God... My wife seems to be on the verge of collapse...

Finally, after hearing my wife's loud, delicate cry, she went limp. They stopped what they were doing, and
the vibrating dildo was pulled out. Everyone could clearly see that as soon as the dildo was pulled out of her vagina, liquid flowed out, soaking her
entire vulva. I didn't know if it was ointment, lotion, or vaginal fluid.

I knew my wife had completely orgasmed by now. Every time this happened, she would go limp and
lean against me, lost in thought. But now, it wasn't me beside her, but those wolves and tigers.
Would those people let my wife rest...?

Sure enough, this time another man went between my wife's open legs, holding a small, semi-transparent
film canister filled with a dark, ointment-like liquid. He dipped his index and middle fingers in it and
slowly inserted both fingers into my wife's vagina.

I asked the man beside me worriedly, "What kind of ointment is that?"

The man reassured me, saying it was an aphrodisiac cream that directly stimulated the G-spot inside a woman's vagina,
and he'd give me two bottles to take home. He smiled mysteriously and said the ingredients were expensive, but he was giving it to me as a gift
…

I was still worried about the cream… But what I was even more worried about was how long it would take.

I impatiently asked the man again, and he reassured me that he would keep an eye on it. If my wife really couldn't take it anymore,
he would stop her. Then came the final part: taking my wife home for the night. I started to get aroused. This man
was always smiling, which made me feel increasingly uneasy.

Suddenly, my wife straightened her naked body on the stage and began to moan softly. I saw a
man inserting two fingers, covered in ointment, into her vagina, presumably searching for her G-spot. The
man's fingers were probing and searching inside her vagina, not penetrating very deeply.

It was getting late, and all the market stalls along the riverbank had closed up, leaving only our stall
still packed with people. My wife's moans suddenly grew louder, sounding even more
helpless in the empty suburban riverbank.

It seemed the man had found her G-spot, constantly probing inside her vagina with his two fingers.
The people playing with my wife's breasts had changed; now two men, one on each side, were vigorously rubbing her
breasts. Sometimes they would even suck on her nipples directly. At this moment, my wife's body began to tremble again
.

I knew my wife was about to have another orgasm because I knew her body well; being played with
inside her vagina... At that moment, if they were sucking on her nipples again, my wife simply couldn't take it. She'd
fainted a few times before from accidentally doing that

. So, as I watched her being treated like that, my initial inexplicable excitement slowly faded, replaced
by worry and tension…

I saw my wife on the edge of the bed, being played with by several men. Her large breasts were
being sucked by men on either side, while another man was playing with her G-spot. My wife's trembling grew more and more intense,
her moans grew louder, and the spasms in her lower abdomen grew more and more violent. I knew my wife's vagina was about to give out

. Everyone around us was quietly and rhythmically chanting, "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!"

At this moment, I noticed that my wife's entire hip was starting to twist rhythmically. She wasn't conscious; her
expression and eyes were completely unfocused.

Then, another man on stage suddenly pulled down his pants, took out his already erect penis, and leaned towards my wife.
I suddenly shouted loudly to the man next to me, "Hey!!"

The man seemed taken aback by my sudden address, glaring at me with an unpleasant expression. I glanced at the stage and
saw the man shoving his erect penis directly into my wife's small mouth.

The man next to me smiled again and said, "Just call me Second Boss. People usually call me 'Hey
!' That guy would definitely get his jaw dislocated right away... But as your good brother, don't do that next time.

I don't care who's in charge. I directly confronted him, saying, 'Didn't we agree not to take out your penis?'"

The man laughed and said, "I told you I promised I wouldn't do it to your wife." They were just giving her oral sex. I helplessly
continued watching, a mix of worry and inexplicable excitement.

Then I saw my wife on the edge of the bed on the platform. Her hips, which had been swaying rhythmically, were now moving
erratically all over. Her mouth was being stuffed full of the man's penis, preventing her from making a sound. Her breasts
were being rubbed and sucked, leaving many red claw marks on her fair skin. Around one nipple,
I could clearly see bite marks. The man who had been stimulating my wife's G-spot with his fingers had switched to using
three fingers, rapidly thrusting them in and out of her vagina.

Suddenly, my wife pulled her mouth away from the man's penis, letting out loud, moaning, groaning, her whole body
trembling violently. Her lower abdomen convulsed violently. The men below the platform were excitedly shouting, "Oh! Oh! Oh!
Oh! Oh! Oh!"

I estimated my wife was about to reach her climax and collapse, but time ticked by, and she continued
to climax like this, being played with by those men. Why was her climax lasting so long this time?

Looking at the stage, my wife was still close to collapsing from her climax, but it still hadn't ended… I immediately
thought of that dark ointment from earlier and became worried. Suddenly, I saw my wife lose control of her bladder,
and everyone cheered loudly. The man playing with my wife's vagina was violently stirring her vagina with his fingers.

At that moment, I began to regret agreeing to their terms. It seemed that even if they didn't actually have sex with my wife, just playing with her like this
was worse than having sex directly. Looking at the stage, my wife's naked, delicate body, helplessly being abused, her
cries of pleasure on the verge of collapse, sounded even more helpless in this desolate open space outside the riverbank in the dead of night. An unprecedented excitement
mixed with even more worry and regret filled me. I thought helplessly, it should be over soon, right?

(6)

The men on stage were extremely cruel. Two or three of them were playing with my wife while leering at the men below the stage
, as if to show off their masterpiece.

Two of the men even raised their hands and waved them up and down, gesturing for the men below
to cheer loudly with them. The men below the stage were even more excited and shouted loudly.

My wife still did not collapse. Her whole body continued to tremble violently, and her lower abdomen continued to convulse violently.
I had never seen my wife in such a close to orgasmic stage for so long.

At this moment, another man took the vibrating dildo that had been spinning at high speed and directly stimulated my wife's clitoris.
Another man also took a thin, long, rotating vibrating dildo and inserted it into my wife's vagina

. My God, I saw these three men playing with and stimulating my wife's vagina at the same time!

One man used two fingers to rapidly insert and stimulate her G-spot inside her vagina; another used a thin vibrator
to stir and wildly penetrate her vagina;

and yet another used a high-speed rotating vibrator to stimulate her clitoris. My wife's vagina was being simultaneously stimulated by the thin vibrator and another man's fingers
, while her clitoris was also being stimulated. Suddenly, my wife let out a loud,

lewd moan, her entire body stiffening and trembling violently.
She twisted against the men behind her, who grabbed her large breasts and pulled her back against them, preventing her from escaping
their ministrations.

At this moment, her vagina began to gush fluid; I couldn't tell if it was urine or semen. Her
naked

body was writhing and trembling violently.

It seemed my wife was on the verge of collapse, trying to break free, but she couldn't because the men behind her
were tightly holding her, gripping her breasts, and her legs were spread and held.

I turned to the second-in-command and said, "My wife is about to collapse!" Stop!

The man said, "You promised not to do it, and that you'd do whatever you want, right?"

But I insisted on stopping!

He gave a wry smile and said helplessly, "Okay, okay, I'll go up and talk to them." Then

I saw the second-in-command walk onto the stage and whisper among himself, seemingly discussing something. But
the men who were toying with my wife continued their frenzied abuse.

Suddenly, my wife's head snapped back, and she screamed hysterically. Her naked body
trembled violently ,

her large breasts being roughly rubbed and squeezed by the men behind her, turning them into shapes I'd never seen before.
Her labia were being filled with both fingers and a vibrator simultaneously, a continuous, involuntary... Water splashed out at five o'clock

, while the second-in-command was still on stage discussing and pointing with several men, seemingly giving orders. But
his wife, subjected to their frenzied abuse, continued unabated.

Suddenly, his wife's cries stopped, but she was still tilting her head back, her small mouth wide open, panting heavily
, her whole body still trembling violently, her lower abdomen convulsing intensely.

He was quite familiar with his wife's reaction; it should be an imminent climax followed by collapse.
But why was she continuing like this for so long? He had never seen his wife like this before.

At this moment, he pointed directly and bluntly at the second-in-command on stage, signaling to stop them!

I saw the second-in-command nod vigorously at me, giving me an "OK" sign, and pointing at me with the man next to him.

Seeing my rudeness, the man who had been pointing at the second-in-command suddenly pointed at me too, his face contorted with rage, and tried to rush off
the stage towards me. I saw the second-in-command quickly block him, pulling and pushing him back onto the stage.

At this point, I saw the man looking very unhappy, gesturing towards the
men who were brutally abusing my wife, pointing and saying something. Then he grabbed the microphone and shouted to the audience, "Let's
kill this woman! Okay?"

The audience's emotions reached their peak, and they all shouted in unison, "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Before I could continue shouting at the second-in-command on stage to stop it, I saw
the actions of the men on stage who were abusing my wife immediately change to extremely violent and frenzied abuse.

I saw the man with the high-speed rotating vibrator start thrusting very, very quickly and forcefully
into my wife's vagina

, while the man with his fingers also started thrusting and stirring my wife's vagina very, very quickly, frantically stimulating
her G-spot.

And the man who was stimulating her clitoris with the high-speed rotating vibrator also started
rubbing her clitoris very quickly back and forth

. At this moment, my wife was suddenly completely naked. Her body writhed violently, hysterically, her head still
tilted back, panting loudly and hysterically, a thick drool hanging from her mouth. Her
lower abdomen convulsed even more rapidly and violently than before; I had never seen anything so intense.

The man behind her tightly embraced her upper body and breasts from behind, not letting her
escape their fondling despite her hysterical writhing. Her breasts were gripped so tightly they were deeply sunken

. My God… these men only wanted to have their pleasure; they didn't care if my wife was hurt. I kept shouting for
the second-in-command on the stage to stop!

But I saw the second-in-command couldn't see me calling him repeatedly because I saw him pointing backstage, ordering that
unhappy-looking man to go to the back. The men in the audience, seeing my wife being subjected to extreme abuse on stage,
were reaching a fever pitch.

Then I saw the second-in-command pushing that man backstage again. The man was glaring fiercely at
me, reluctantly being pushed backstage.

Meanwhile, the men on stage continued their frenzied abuse of my wife's naked body. My wife's
reactions, this near-collapse, were completely different from before. I had never seen her like this before, and I had never seen her
continue for so long. I immediately thought of those aphrodisiacs and ointments, those were demonic drugs…!

I couldn't stand it anymore! I decided to rush up and stop them!

But first, I decided to call the police and ask my friends for help to rescue her because I knew it would
be difficult to take my wife directly from those men on stage. At least there was hope of holding out until the police arrived.

My call to the police went through!

My first words were that my wife was being held hostage by a group of thugs. My second sentence was about which
county/city this was, which bridge near the riverbank, and which market/police area. Just as I was about to repeat myself,
four or five men from the audience bumped into us, tumbling down. They were all laughing and apologizing
, saying the performance on stage was too exciting.

I immediately stood up because my phone had been knocked away!

I didn't care about their apologies and jokes; I was focused on finding my phone on the ground. The men quickly
disappeared into the crowd. My mind was racing… What a coincidence! I'd only called the police halfway through!

And I wasn't even in the direction everyone was pushing… Could those people…?

There was no time to think about it anymore. I looked back at the stage and saw my wife's head tilted back, slumped over,
her eyes half-open, half-closed, her gaze unfocused.

This reaction was familiar; my wife must have fainted.

But her eyes weren't glazed over, still half-open, her head limp, and I couldn't tell whether my
wife had fainted or was still on the verge of a breakdown orgasm. I hadn't seen it before…

Her whole body was still trembling violently, her lower abdomen was still convulsing rapidly
… My wife's body and vagina were still on the verge of a breakdown orgasm?!

I didn't know! I'd never seen any of these reactions from my wife's body before. I tried to go around to the side
and rush onto the stage, but as soon as I moved, the audience below pushed and shoved, and some followed me to the side,
blocking the men in the audience. Two or three more men moved closer.

A thought suddenly flashed through my mind: why, from before until now, whenever I moved in one direction,
were there always men around me who followed me and pushed, and then I was blocked by the men I blocked?

I didn't have time to think about it anymore, because I continued to push my way out of the crowd, trying to find an opportunity to rush onto the stage. I predicted
the police would arrive soon.

At this moment, the second-in-command ran back from backstage to our pushing and shoving crowd, shouting with a wry smile, "Everyone,
be quiet, don't push, enjoy the show!"

I wondered why he didn't stop those people on stage from excessively abusing my wife? Was he stalling for time
?

I kept calling to him, urging him to go up on stage and stop them, but the crowd was pushing and shoving, and the scene was chaotic.
The second-in-command wasn't looking in my direction; he was busy talking to the men blocking us, seemingly trying to calm things down and control the situation
. The most frenzied and intense abuse of my wife continued on

stage. Then the second-in-command saw me and immediately nodded. He slowly walked up to the stage and
discussed something with the men still abusing my wife, all of them nodding and grinning lewdly. At that
moment, the men actually stopped their intense abuse and moved away from the bed, letting my wife
rest.

But my wife's body continued to tremble violently, her lower abdomen still convulsing rapidly.
Her head was limp, turned towards the audience, her eyes half-open, half-closed, her gaze unfocused

as she stared at the men's狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious) lewd faces and her naked wife convulsing on the bed.
In the empty suburban riverbank late at night, it felt like being in a hellish space…

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