This is the first time I've publicly shared my personal experience of being humiliated by my wife through a photo shoot.

My honeymoon with my wife was truly an exciting trip. My newlywed wife gave me so many shocks; I felt it completely overturned my views on love and even the world. Hearing her talk about what happened between her and her ex-boyfriend on the beach was incredibly exciting. I hurriedly dragged her back to the hotel, and after we finished, I was still in a state of intense excitement. Even after ejaculating inside her again, my penis remained erect, hard as an iron rod, continuing to thrust into her for a while before slowly softening. My wife was also very excited. Although she didn't call out her ex-boyfriend's name this time, she still reached orgasm.
Afterwards, my wife and I collapsed on the bed. She said to me, "Honey, you were amazing! It seems you really enjoyed hearing me talk about these things." I was breathless and speechless, just nodding repeatedly. We had rushed back and had sex without stopping; my body was really exhausted. But even so, I still felt a burning desire within me.
After resting for a while, I eagerly started asking my wife again what lewd poses Bai had taken of her at the beach. But my wife wouldn't tell me anymore. She insisted that many poses were indescribable, requiring the right conditions on the beach or with the help of trees or deck chairs to explain clearly. She also said that it was pointless to talk about these things right after I ejaculated.
I begged her for a while before she finally said, "What's the rush? We'll go out and take pictures tonight, then you'll know everything." I was overjoyed. The thought of taking pictures of my wife at the beach that night made me incredibly excited. At that moment, I suddenly felt that my wife was so good to me, letting me take pictures of her, and even going out to take them. I knew that these were things my wife had done with her ex-boyfriend. If my wife could do things with other men, why would she refuse her husband? But for some reason, I just felt it was incredible, and I felt very excited and grateful. I was also a little scared about almost being surrounded that morning, and I was worried that such a danger might happen again if we went out tonight. But I thought we probably wouldn't stay out until the early hours of the morning again.
I finally made it to night, and although I was incredibly anxious, I waited until after midnight before going out. The time wasn't much different from the first time my wife took me out without a headscarf, but this time I had her wear the hotel's long, thick bathrobe. I was mainly worried about the risks of playing with fire too frequently, especially since my wife had almost been caught naked that morning, and I was still concerned about attracting attention. My wife brought a new headscarf, saying she'd need it for photos.
There wasn't much to say on the way; we went straight to the beach. The beach was quiet, and visibility was low. While things nearby were still visible thanks to the lights in the hotel courtyard, it was pitch black beyond a dozen meters, and I couldn't tell if anyone was there. I was quite nervous, but before we'd gone far, my wife started unbuttoning her bathrobe, and before I could react, she was completely naked. Although it wasn't the first time I'd seen my wife completely naked on the beach, and after that terrifying experience that morning, I still felt my heart pounding in my chest. My wife, with her large buttocks sticking out, carefully spread her bathrobe and scarf on the ground, then sat on the scarf and began posing in those lewd positions for me to photograph. Those positions were truly so lewd; I felt like I was about to lose control, my saliva practically dripping onto my phone. But that night I was so nervous that I didn't even realize I'd forgotten to bring my camera, mechanically taking pictures with my phone. At first, I didn't even dare turn on the flash; the light from the phone screen alone felt incredibly glaring. Naturally, the photos were all completely black on the pitch-black beach.
Later, when I couldn't get any usable photos, and my wife kept saying that if I flashed it, no one would see it, I finally turned on the flash. The moment the flash illuminated my wife's naked body on the beach, my feelings were indescribable—a mix of nervousness, fear, excitement, and thrill. I also thought of my wife in college, running helplessly across this beach, naked, being photographed by a blinding flash, and felt a pang of heartache and anger. In short, it was a complex mix of emotions. But perhaps my wife's ease and confidence infected me, because my initial feelings quickly faded, leaving only intense excitement and stimulation.
My wife's positions became increasingly unrestrained. One moment she was sitting on a scarf with her legs spread wide in an M-shape, her hands gripping her thighs and forcefully opening them; the next she was kneeling on the sand, her buttocks raised high, wagging her tail like a submissive female dog waiting to be fucked. These positions, which my wife usually only adopted in bed when waiting for me to penetrate her, were now clearly displayed on the dark beach under the flashlight. These scenes were incredibly stimulating for me at that time. I felt myself, a man, already secreting some unknown fluid; my swim trunks were already wet and sticky. Especially the ease and confidence with which my wife posed naked on the beach, constantly reminding me that she was out today to show me what kind of photos Bai had taken of her on this very beach back then. Thinking of these scenes of my wife's wanton behavior, now permanently etched in Bai's hands, I felt both excited and heartbroken. Especially remembering that my wife was a college student back then, her body much more delicate and youthful, her expressions probably much more innocent and shy. This thought filled me with intense jealousy. Lost
in these complex emotions, I walked with my wife on the beach, snapping photos of her endless array of wanton poses. Before I knew it, I'd taken seventy or eighty pictures.
Finally, my wife lay down on the hotel lounge chair, spreading her legs wide into an M shape again. She wiped the sand off her hands on her bathrobe, then reached down to her crotch, forcefully spreading her labia with two fingers. Instantly, her vulva opened like a tiny mouth, the pink, tender clitoris and folds protruding slightly.
My wife said to me, "Hurry up and take the picture, what are you waiting for? Mr. Bai likes to take pictures of my insides like this." Watching my wife forcefully spread her legs, revealing her vulva for me to photograph, I thought of how my once innocent wife had also exposed her most private and delicate parts for Mr. Bai to photograph. I felt all the blood rushing to my head and glans at the same time. At that moment, I couldn't control myself anymore. I took off my swim trunks and pressed myself against my wife's body, having sex with her again on the beach chair.
In my excitement, I went at it quickly and forcefully. Fortunately, under such intense stimulation and high frequency, I managed to hold on for a few minutes without ejaculating. However, considering I had already ejaculated twice that morning and afternoon, this was the third time today. Actually, I didn't last long enough, but that just showed how excited and aroused I was.
After ejaculating, I lost interest in taking more pictures, so my wife and I rested side-by-side on the beach chair. For some reason, we started talking about my wife running naked on the beach that morning. I asked her if she had done this after beach sex, and if anything exciting had happened. Sure enough, my wife told me that she also had a nude walk on the beach early the next morning. She said they went back before anyone else came, but it was still quite exciting. My wife and Bai, wearing swim trunks, walked a long way along the beach, almost covering the entire stretch.
She said they didn't encounter anyone else, but it still really thrilled her. Of course, I only found out later that it was all thanks to Bai. And my wife wasn't nearly as daring back then as she is now.
When Bai was walking with my naked wife on the beach, he initially held the swimsuit that had been pulled off in the elevator—it looked like lingerie—and told her that if they heard any other voices, he would make her put it back on. Although my wife had previously felt shy about encountering people while wearing that swimsuit, every moment that night was so exciting that she felt that as long as she had something on her body, it was fine.
But after walking a long distance, the wife suddenly realized that Bai had nothing left. His hands were empty, and he was only wearing a swimsuit, while the wife was completely naked. When asked, Bai revealed that he had excitedly thrown her swimsuit into the sea. The wife panicked; if they encountered other people, she would have absolutely nothing to cover herself with. Bai reassured her that there were scarves near the lounge chairs, and they could find them to wrap themselves around her on the way back, as there wouldn't be many people around late at night. But despite saying this, Bai showed no intention of turning back. The wife had no choice but to grit her teeth and follow Bai across the entire beach. Back then, the wife was still a shy student, and being completely naked with her boyfriend offering no cover must have been incredibly insecure for a woman. I can imagine her reaction was similar to this morning—curling up and crouching on the ground, too afraid to move. Yet, she followed Bai across the entire beach, demonstrating how much Bai had changed her in just one night.
Fortunately, they didn't encounter anyone along the way. However, when they returned to the hotel lounge chairs, something even more thrilling happened. My wife and Bai searched for a long time but couldn't find a gauze scarf, only a rather narrow bath towel. Bai said it might have been blown away because they forgot to weigh it down. At this point, my wife panicked even more. It was starting to get darker, and without a gauze scarf, the situation was arguably even more dangerous than that morning.
My wife tried using the bath towel, but it only covered her upper body, not her lower body. In this condition, there was no way to cross the courtyard and lobby to get back to the room. Bai suggested that my wife wait alone on the beach while he returned to get another one. It was gradually getting brighter, and my wife finally agreed to Bai's suggestion after much deliberation. When Bai left, he also took my wife's only piece of clothing, the bath towel. That time, my wife was truly terrified to be alone naked on the dark beach. She said that as it got brighter, she could see the waves and some ships in the distance. Bai didn't return for a long time, and my wife even began to suspect that he wanted her to remain naked until morning to be discovered by someone. But that one experience really toughened my wife up. Later, even in more dangerous situations, my wife felt she could handle it.
She said she later learned that Bai had deliberately scared her. The scarf was intentionally hidden by Bai; it wasn't actually lost. And Bai, of course, never actually went back to leave my wife naked on the beach; instead, he hid far away, observing her every move.
Hearing this, I was speechless at Bai's methods. My wife's willingness to be played with, or rather, trained, was no accident. Bai is truly remarkable; his psychological training of my wife was incredibly successful. He's so adept at gradually pushing women to break boundaries and try new things. From the initial pursuit to the sudden loss of her virginity, completely conquering her, then quickly making her interested in sex and learning on her own, to accepting things like foot licking and anal licking that made her feel dirty and cheap, to now having her go out naked, to having sex in the wild, and then actively letting Bai take those lewd photos—all of this gradually made my wife feel like a lustful woman who would abandon her dignity for the sake of sexual climax. Of course, Bai's large penis was also a key factor in his smooth conquest of his wife. Whenever she showed negative emotions or encountered a bottleneck, Bai would insert his penis into her body, causing her to repeatedly succumb to orgasms and break through her limits. And Bai could even provide his wife with a sense of security after each breakthrough; he always seemed calm while playing with her, giving her a feeling of excitement but no real danger. I think this is also an important reason why his wife could constantly push her limits and fully immerse herself in the pleasure these breakthroughs brought her. I really admire her in this regard. Every time my wife experiences what she and Bai have done, she is completely absorbed in reliving those feelings, while I am often in a state of lustful urges. Therefore, unexpected situations always occur when my wife and I do these things. If I were to train my wife, one accident might have made her hesitant and timid in the future. Fortunately, my wife, having been trained, has a high psychological resilience, and now these accidents seem to give her even more stimulation.
My wife also said that Bai didn't seem very interested in exposing her. Although he often had her do outrageous things in public, it seemed he was just getting her used to sex anytime, anywhere. My wife also said she didn't feel she needed any training; she never thought about anything else when it came to sex with Bai. So I became even more convinced that Bai's training of my wife to expose herself was just to make her gradually let go of her pride and become a slut inside and out.
I have to say Bai was very successful. My wife told me that after that trip, she seemed much more open about many things. When Bai and my wife went out and found a secluded place, as long as Bai said he wanted to have sex with her or even just gave her a signal, my wife would immediately lift her skirt and let him penetrate her. By then, my wife had gradually accepted that this kind of thing could happen at any time when she went out with Bai. My wife said she was even always prepared for outdoor sex whenever she went out with Bai. In fact, now every summer when my wife and I go hiking, we also implicitly accept finding opportunities to expose ourselves or occasionally have sex outdoors. It's just that most of the time I can't bring my wife to orgasm quickly enough, or I ejaculate before she even reaches climax, so we go out for photoshoots more often than we have sex in the wild. Therefore, my wife doesn't always enjoy it as much as she does when she goes out with Bai. Bai, on the other hand, is amazing. Whether it's a park bench, a stairwell, a balcony, or even a shopping mall's fire escape, Bai can use many positions to penetrate my wife and give her a strong orgasm in a very short time. My wife says that sometimes Bai has to tightly gag her to prevent her from screaming too loudly when she's lost in the moment. And often, in these situations, my wife's body reacts even more strongly due to oxygen deprivation. My wife says Bai really enjoys seeing her struggle. So, when my wife goes out with Bai, she always feels a sense of anticipation and deliberately looks for secluded places, and she's always very wet.
Later, for convenience, she simply stopped wearing underwear when going out with Bai. I always thought my wife was very conservative when going out because she was used to wearing safety shorts; even when she first got together with me, she would wear safety shorts with long skirts. But after we came back from Sanya and started doing exhibitionism and taking photos, my wife suddenly stopped wearing underwear altogether. It turned out that my wife had long been used to going braless. She said that Bai had insisted on it because when he wanted to have sex with her in public, taking off her underwear would affect the "smoothness," and every time he didn't take it off, her underwear would be too wet to wear after he finished. My wife said that Bai even set a rule for her: from then on, no matter if she wore pants or a skirt, long or short, she couldn't wear underwear when she was with him. If my wife was wearing underwear after that, the first thing she would do when she saw Bai was to go to the bathroom, take off her underwear, and give it to him or just throw it away. During that time, my wife was really completely submissive to Bai, becoming a toy used to satisfy his sexual desires. Later, Bai would whisper to his wife whenever he wanted to have sex with her, even in crowded places like shopping malls. His wife would then actively search for suitable locations. She herself didn't know whether she was being forced or doing it voluntarily. She said that sometimes she even looked forward to Bai suddenly suggesting sex, because being with Bai almost always meant experiencing an orgasm. She said that once, in a crowded shopping mall, Bai made his request. After searching for a while, she led him to the fire escape on the top and second-to-top floors. Because she was wearing a heavy dress that day, Bai said it was too cumbersome and grabbed the hem, pushing it up until he actually pulled it off completely, leaving her naked. He had only unzipped his pants (Bai is really big; if I only unzipped and stick it out, I feel like it wouldn't fit her much). She said that time terrified her. Although fire escapes are rarely used, the mall is only six stories high, and they were on the fifth and a half. What if someone didn't want to wait for the elevator or the elevator was full? People still use the fire escape, so my wife couldn't get dressed immediately. Despite the fear, she seemed like a different person during that time. Even being stripped naked in a mall didn't make her feel there was anything wrong with what she was doing. Bai instilled in her the idea that "a good woman is naturally sexy," and she was a "good" woman who knew how to enjoy all kinds of pleasure. During this process, my wife became increasingly devoid of self-respect. Gradually, she went from being afraid of being caught to being okay as long as nothing serious happened. My wife said that one night at a street corner, Bai lifted her skirt and was having sex with her when suddenly a young man appeared nearby. Bai quickly pulled his penis out of my wife's body, who was enjoying herself with her eyes closed, and turned and disappeared around the corner. My wife, who was leaning against the wall enjoying herself, opened her eyes when she felt Bai pull out, only to find that he was no longer behind her, and she was leaning against the wall with her buttocks facing a stunned young man. That time, my wife calmly pulled down her skirt, told the guy "I'm going to the bathroom," and then turned and left. She hadn't gone far when she encountered Bai, who was leering at her. Bai teasingly asked her if it was exciting, and she actually replied that it was.
Later, after Bai dumped her, my wife began to reflect on her actions. She said she should have known long ago that Bai never wanted to marry her; she had just been used by him for years. And Bai, naturally, wouldn't care about the dignity of a woman who would become someone else's wife.
If my wife hadn't said it herself, I really wouldn't have believed it. My wife never seemed capable of doing these things when she was with me.
I asked her, "If Bai contacted you again, like before, wanting to sleep with you anytime and making you do these things, would you still agree?"
My wife thought for a long time, and finally answered, "I don't know!"
I didn't know how to feel; Bai seemed to always be a major crisis for my wife and me.
Later, my wife and I rested and chatted on the beach for a while. Realizing we couldn't do much more, and to avoid any further accidents, we went straight back to our room. Back in the room, I washed the sand off, and my wife said she was worried about sand getting in her private parts and wanted to wash a little longer. I eagerly went out to look at the photos.
Strictly speaking, this wasn't the first time I'd taken photos of women. Before I was with my wife, I'd taken a few with a female colleague, but those were taken secretly while she was asleep, and they weren't clear. Afterward, I felt rather uninterested. But looking at my wife's photos, I finally felt the joy of taking pictures. As I flipped through my wife's explicit photos, my penis, which had already ejaculated several times, became rock hard again. If it weren't for my wife's face being in all the photos, I would have found it hard to believe I took them. My wife's poses were so lewd, almost like those of professional prostitutes, some even more "shameless" than photos of actresses I'd seen. I never imagined my wife's beautiful, smiling face could be placed in the same photo as her vagina, gently parted by fingers. Just looking at these photos makes me feel like I'm going to explode, and thinking about how Bai also has photos of these poses makes me even more excited. Not to mention, just thinking about how Bai photographed his wife back then when she was a female student—that youthful, innocent face, that pure body of a newlywed, and that wanton, provocative pose—I wonder what kind of beautiful photos Bai could have taken. At that moment, I really wanted to admire the photos Bai took of his wife back then.
But that's just wishful thinking. Now, I can only admire this secondhand woman, thoroughly trained, casually played with, and then discarded—a woman whose sensuality runs deep. But this woman has also become my wife, and suddenly I feel a different kind of satisfaction in that.

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