My wife went streaking on the beach at dawn.

As expected, my penis had barely entered my wife's body and I'd only thrust a few times when I started ejaculating. I calmly accepted the fact that I ejaculated almost instantly, because even before entering my wife, I felt myself already aroused; the excitement and stimulation of impending ejaculation had already begun to rush to my brain. The fact that my wife had been photographed nude on the beach had been a huge psychological shock to me, especially when she told me that Bai often penetrated her in various places, saying she didn't know how many nude photos of her Bai had. These things were stimulating me more and more intensely, and when I entered my wife, I was already on the verge of exploding. I should be glad that I ejaculated only after inserting my engorged penis into my wife's body.
My wife probably immediately felt my penis start spurting and trembling as soon as it entered her body. Knowing that I had ejaculated instantly, she seemed a little relieved and at ease. I guess when my wife tells me such exciting things again, she worries about my ability to handle it. Although my sexual prowess isn't particularly strong, I rarely ejaculate prematurely. It only happens when my wife talks about something very stimulating, and the pattern is that the more stimulating her talk is, the faster I ejaculate. This time, my premature ejaculation was like telling my wife that I was incredibly excited about Bai's plans to have sex with her in the wild and take nude photos of her. What's even more obvious is that even though I'd already ejaculated for a while and almost no more semen was coming out, my penis was still twitching like I was about to ejaculate, which clearly showed how intense my excitement was. Thinking back to when I first heard about my wife being photographed nude, I couldn't control my anger and questioned her about why she let Bai take the photos. This premature ejaculation was practically a clear message of my inner turmoil to my wife.
My wife released her legs and tightly hugged my lower back with both hands, keeping my gradually softening penis inside her. Seeing that my initial excitement had just subsided, she said to me in a teasing tone, "I was worried about whether you could accept that so many nude photos of your wife were in the hands of other men... It seems my worries were unnecessary. So you get excited about this too." My wife laughed happily as she said this.
Hearing my wife ask if I "also" got excited, I didn't even need to ask her anymore. My wife must be excited about these things too. I recalled everything my wife had said tonight, remembering how, when I first heard that my wife had been photographed by Bai, I thought he was forcing her or secretly filming her. I even felt uncontrollably angry and worried, thinking about what would happen if Bai intentionally or accidentally leaked those photos, and I would report him to the police. But later, when I learned that this wasn't a one-time thing, but rather a daily occurrence between Bai and my wife, I actually started to get excited. I even fantasized about my wife posing in various positions similar to those seen in AV actresses, and Bai recording them with his camera. This actually started to make my excitement stronger and stronger. The thought that my wife might lose control of her body and be exploited by Bai again because of these things made me even more uncontrollable, though I was still worried.
I asked her, "You trust Bai so much? Won't he use these photos to blackmail you into letting him continue to exploit you?" Although I asked her this seemingly worried question, I didn't know what kind of answer I really wanted. I felt that I was hoping for her to say "yes," and at that moment, I suddenly felt that she also hoped for "yes."
My wife was silent for a moment, then lowered her head and said to me, "I'm sorry, honey. Although I feel that it's not fair to you to say this, to be honest, I think if Bai asks me to be with him, I probably wouldn't be able to control myself even without the photos..."
I was a little stunned by my wife's answer. If I had heard my wife say this before, I might have been very angry, or rather, very worried. Because although my relationship with my wife has been somewhat abnormal from the beginning, and it seems to be developing in an increasingly abnormal direction, I have long been certain that I truly love my wife, and I am very afraid of losing her. This worry grew stronger and stronger in my mind, constantly battling another desire within me. I kept telling myself that whatever I did, I had to maintain a certain balance. I mustn't let my desires go too far and lead to uncontrollable consequences. After hearing my wife's words, I suddenly felt I didn't need to worry so much anymore, because worrying was useless. I suddenly felt that I was destined to lose her one day, and it seemed I could only resign myself to my fate. My wife's frank expression made me realize that Bai didn't need any means or threats to play with my wife again; he could even just snap his fingers. I felt I could only calmly face all of this. But with this feeling of resignation, those long-suppressed desires suddenly took over my mind. I even seemed to be looking forward to that day. I realized that I actually hoped Bai could sleep with my wife again.
For so long, even though I had tried my best, I felt I had failed my wife both physically and emotionally. I knew clearly that my wife loved me, even if she might still hope to be conquered or played with by Bai again in the future, her love for me at this moment was undeniable. So, I've always desperately wanted to give my wife pleasure and orgasms, to fulfill her physical and emotional needs for Bai. I've always wanted to use my wife's story with Bai to achieve this, just like my wife told me before, to treat Bai as a sex toy between us. But suddenly, I'm a little confused about who is more like a sex toy between another person and my wife—Bai or myself? I can only tell myself that, at least until Bai comes back to my wife, I can continue to think this way. I suddenly feel like I'm caught in a very contradictory emotional state.
Just as I was lost in thought, my wife said to me again, "I'm so sorry, I'm saying this because I don't want to hide anything from you, and I sincerely hope you don't mind... This was my plan before, and Bai probably won't contact me again. I don't have anything left to attract him. I've given him everything I could. If you mind this, then I might be destined to be alone for the rest of my life."
I couldn't help but ask my wife, "Do you really listen to Bai like that? You did what he told you to do?"
My wife seemed to recall something, then looked up at me and said, "When Bai left, he said he wouldn't leave me if I committed suicide."
I was startled and quickly asked, "And then, did you really commit suicide?"
My wife said softly, "I was already a little crazy at the time. If he had grabbed my hand a little slower, the knife would have been in my chest." After saying that, my wife buried her face in my arms and cried pitifully.
My wife has a scar on her chest, and because of this scar, she rarely wears low-cut tops. Before posting photos of her on social media, I have to spend a lot of time photoshopping the scar out. She had told me before that the scar was something she'd had since childhood, but now she'd finally told me the truth—it was from a suicide attempt she made for Bai. Suddenly, I felt a sharp, stabbing pain in my heart. I quickly hugged my sobbing wife tightly. I couldn't understand why she still thought of Bai after suffering so much with him, but at that moment, I felt I understood her pain.
I said to her, "It's okay, honey. I don't mind. I love you. And importantly, you love me too. I want you to be happy. As for Bai… like you said, I hope he won't come back to you. But I want you to promise me that if he comes back, and you can't control yourself, then I'll allow you to sleep with him, but no matter what, you can't leave me. And you can't do anything to hurt yourself because of him."
My wife cried even harder after I finished speaking. I knew this was a kind of release. I couldn't believe that after saying those words, I felt so much more at peace. These things I used to think were perverse were actually my own desires, and now, saying them out loud felt like a sudden acceptance of myself. At least I know my wife wouldn't think I'm weird; she probably thought I was just saying those things to comfort her. But I know these are truly my feelings.
But I also genuinely hope this desire can remain just a thought, because hearing my wife recount how Bai has manipulated her is already enough to excite me. It's not that I don't want to see Bai enter my wife's body again; I feel that if that day comes, I'll be even more excited. But I'm truly afraid. Even if my wife agrees to sleep with Bai and won't leave me, what if Bai actually asks her to leave me? What will she choose? What if Bai is having sex with my wife while simultaneously demanding she leave me? I can't bear to think about such an outcome. After all, what can't a woman who's willing to commit suicide for a man do? Divorce?
I know this isn't something I can control, given how many nude photos of my wife Bai has. I'm not worried that Bai will actually threaten my wife, because that's unnecessary. I just feel that I can't expect Bai, with so many young and tender nude photos of my wife, to get back with her. Who knows, one day Bai might see the photos and feel something, and then my wife won't be able to escape him; we'll just have to leave it to fate. I could only hope that when that day came, Bai only wanted to play around with my wife occasionally, and that he would eventually abandon her again, forcing her to return to me. I couldn't help but secretly mock myself; had I really become so pathetic?
My wife cried for a long time, then her cries gradually subsided, leaving only soft sobs. A little while later, I suddenly realized that she had fallen asleep on me while crying. She confessed to me that she might answer Bai's call in the future, and told me about the origin of her scars. It must have been a huge weight lifted from her heart.
I stroked my wife's body, and my emotions gradually calmed down. I realized I was also very tired. From the moment my wife left the room, I had been more nervous than her tonight, and my body was exhausted. I even dozed off.
When I jolted awake, I was instantly drenched in a cold sweat. My wife and I had both slept naked. Luckily, we hadn't slept straight through to morning. Thinking about it later, since we weren't sleeping so soundly, no one had probably been there. I glanced at the time; it was almost 5 PM. I wasn't sure if it was just my imagination, but the sky seemed a little less dark. My wife woke up just then. I kissed her cheek and said, "Let's hurry up and put these on and go back."
It was only then that I realized I hadn't just come out in my swim trunks; I'd also wrapped a towel around my neck. On the way to the beach, my wife had encountered so many close calls in the lobby, the corridors, and the entrance, and I'd been so nervous that I hadn't even thought to give her my towel, nor had she. Now that everything was settled, I remembered I had a towel. Even though it's strange for a man to be out in just swim trunks, it's much better for me to be shirtless than for my wife to be showing her bottom. My
wife nodded. I took my swim trunks and put them on, then handed her the towel. But she didn't take it; she just wrapped the towel around herself again. I suddenly realized that my wife might have actually realized I had a towel on the way here! We got up and walked back to our hotel. With a clear direction, we quickly reached the lounge chairs near the beach of our hotel. Thinking I shouldn't let my wife go back wearing only a scarf, I handed her another bath towel. Seeing the towel, she seemed to suddenly perk up and said, "Honey, want to see me run naked?"
I looked at her, then at the beach that was beginning to lighten, and asked, "Are you sure?"
She smiled, took the towel, tossed it onto a lounge chair, and turned to walk towards the sea. After a few steps, she raised her hand to the side, and I saw the scarf slide off her body and onto the sand. Without the slightest hesitation, she walked straight towards the beach. By then, it wasn't as dark as night anymore; the morning star was clearly visible, and even the outlines of oil tankers on the sea were faintly visible. I saw a petite girl walking slowly naked on the beach. The scene left me somewhat stunned, and I noticed that the beach was indeed no longer so dark, making my wife's fair skin stand out even more. My wife was almost at the beach. I could still see her body near the deck chairs, but if there were other people around, her body would be completely exposed. The thought sent a surge of excitement through me; it was so thrilling!
Suddenly, my wife stopped, turned, and started running slowly along the beach. As the distance increased, I couldn't see her clearly anymore, so I quickly followed, keeping a few meters behind her as we ran side-by-side. Foolishly, I kept myself between my wife and the beach, subconsciously trying to shield her with my body. But the beach was vast; what could I possibly block? I turned my head, watching my beautiful wife run naked on the beach, her long, beautiful legs and the curves of her hips constantly shifting, her breasts bobbing up and down. I felt this was truly the most beautiful sight I had ever seen, and the psychological and physical shock it brought me was immense. My newlywed wife was running naked across the beach, just beginning to lighten, and I had no idea if there were other people admiring this view on the vast beach. I felt like my swim trunks were being pushed up quite a bit. However, an
unexpected event soon occurred. My wife and I hadn't run far when I suddenly heard faint voices. My nerves tensed instantly. I stopped and listened carefully, and sure enough, there were people talking, seemingly greeting and urging each other on. What terrified me even more was that I felt the voices were coming from the direction of the hotel courtyard. I quickly tried to call out to my wife, but when I stopped to listen, she was still running ahead and hadn't heard a sound. I didn't dare call out to her; I could only quickly chase after her. By the time I caught up with her, she was already dozens of meters away.
I told her that people had come out of the hotel, and she panicked too. Then I realized that I had been so engrossed in watching my naked wife on the beach when I ran out earlier. When my wife and I ran out, neither she nor I had taken our towels. The towels were probably on the lounge chairs, and I had no idea where the towels were on the beach. My wife and I quickly ran back, hoping to reach the lounge chairs and retrieve the towels or even just find the towels before those people came to the beach from the hotel courtyard. However, we had run quite far. As we approached the entrance to the beach, I clearly heard several people talking. Someone in the conversation said, "Hurry up, the sun is about to rise, or we'll miss the sunrise!"
Then, my wife and I saw three men, two women, and a child walk from the hotel courtyard onto the beach, blocking our way back to the lounge chairs. My wife and I quickly stopped and turned back, trying to get as far away from them as possible. I stood between my wife and the group. And just as they said, the sun was indeed about to rise; before we knew it, it was getting light. And because we were in such a hurry, we had gotten quite close to them, so I wasn't sure if I could completely cover my wife's naked body. Luckily, those people didn't seem to be paying much attention to us.
My wife and I nervously walked a little further away. It was getting brighter, and although people were still only outlines when they were far away, we could already see the hotel buildings, and the visibility was almost 100 meters. The sea was also becoming clearly visible. My wife and I panicked. We couldn't stand anymore, so I quickly helped my wife squat down. She deliberately squatted facing the direction from which the people were coming, probably because she knew her big buttocks were too obvious. I hurriedly suggested she squat there while I ran back to get her a bath towel and a gauze towel, but she held on tightly and wouldn't let me go. She was too scared to be naked alone. Because of this delay, I heard several more people suddenly appear in the hotel courtyard, and I could almost see the colors of their clothes, so they could probably see my wife's skin from a distance. I quickly told my wife to go further away, but before she could even stand up, I noticed that several people had already gathered on the beach next door. My wife, squatting on the ground, was facing that direction with her large, white, plump buttocks, and I was certain someone had seen her because I clearly heard someone say, "Damn, look over there..."
My wife was completely flustered, her face flushed with embarrassment. I couldn't care less; if this continued, she'd be surrounded by onlookers. Although I had a vague feeling that being watched would be exciting, I also worried about becoming famous. I gritted my teeth, ignoring whether the five adults and one child on the beach could see me, grabbed my wife's hand, and sprinted towards the deck chairs. The beach near the hotel was buzzing with excitement; I could even hear a series of whistles from afar, and I clearly heard someone shout, "Holy crap, take a picture!" My wife and I didn't care anymore; we ran as fast as we could, my wife's naked body stretched to its limit on the sand.
When we passed the five adults and one child about ten meters away, they all stared dumbfounded at my wife. One woman quickly pulled her child over to shield their eyes. While they were distracted, my wife and I ran to the beach chairs. Luckily, a towel was nearby, so I quickly grabbed it and roughly wrapped it around my wife's naked body, then draped a large bath towel over her as well. Turning around, I saw another large group of people had arrived on the beach. I was so glad I'd acted so decisively; a few seconds later, my wife would have been completely exposed to this crowd, and we might not have been able to escape. The people on the beach were still looking in our direction, but perhaps because we were so close and had a child with us, they were too embarrassed to speak loudly or question us. My wife and I quickly weaved through the newly appeared crowd and scurried back towards the hotel building. We encountered many people along the way. Following behind my wife, I realized we'd been too careless in our surroundings; more than half of her buttocks were still exposed, the cleft clearly visible, and it was obvious without a closer look that there was nothing inside. Fortunately, it wasn't daytime, and everyone in the courtyard was rushing to the beach, so no one noticed.
Before going inside, I quickly helped my wife tidy herself up. The lights were on in the building; I couldn't let my wife walk around with her butt exposed. Finally, in a state of extreme tension and excitement, my wife and I returned to the room. It felt like a relief. As soon as we entered, we pounced on the bed. I realized my heart was pounding, and I was breathing heavily. My wife's chest was heaving.
Then, my wife took my hand and placed it on her lower body. I realized she was already very wet, and I was incredibly hard. At that moment, I don't know what hormones were acting up, but I forgot all my fatigue. I pushed my wife onto the bed, and with a slight thrust, my penis slid into her body. It was another exhilarating sexual encounter. My wife moaned repeatedly, and I felt incredibly energetic. Hard, big, fast, and surprisingly, I thrust for a long time before finally ejaculating inside her.
Afterwards, I felt a sense of exhaustion; all my muscles seemed to have remained tense, and I'm sure my wife felt the same way. Shortly after I ejaculated, my wife and I fell asleep in each other's arms. Only
then did I realize how potent this kind of stimulation was; no wonder my wife could be so devoted to Bai's advances and play with me so easily. It turned out that Bai had given my wife the pleasure she had experienced before—it was incredibly stimulating. Once again, I felt incredibly fortunate to be able to experience this pleasure myself, and I couldn't help but thank Bai again, and thank my wife, this secondhand wife who had been trained by Bai to be so lewd and playful.

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