My big-breasted, sexy wife was coerced into having sex with the bureau chief, and that's always been a knot in my heart.

My wife is quite open-minded, and her libido has been developed since she turned 30. Although we engage in various activities, and my wife has been with different men, most of these acts are either consensual or arranged by me with her cooperation. Because we don't have children, we have a somewhat open marriage feel, and this exciting lifestyle actually makes us very happy. The reason I have this cuckolding mentality, besides being somewhat tired of my wife's body (after all, even the most delicious food gets boring if you eat it all the time), is that I've noticed many men in life are extremely sexually frustrated with their wives (my wife has also been unintentionally exposed and harassed in various ways). This desire for other men, combined with my own boredom with our monotonous sex life, acts like fertilizer, nurturing and cultivating the seeds of cuckoldry. However, the first time my wife was actually with someone else was 10 years ago when one of my superiors, a bureau chief, coerced her into having sex. That happened a long time ago, and I don't remember many details. It was also a low point in my life and career; I was penniless, powerless, and had nothing except for my sexy and beautiful wife. In that situation, I couldn't even protect her. For a long time, my wife and I didn't want to talk about that period. It was truly dark, and it even affected our lives. My wife and I almost broke up. Later, as my career improved, we became more at ease. Our zest for life was then rekindled, and the most important thing was my mindset. If I had been coerced into letting my wife have sex with someone else, it would have been a humiliation for me at that time. Although there was some excitement, it was mostly a feeling of helplessness and humiliation, lacking the pleasurable thrill of cuckoldry later on. Therefore, I've always felt that if a man's economy and social status are poor, he shouldn't engage in cuckoldry. Besides the humiliation, his wife is also likely to leave. Only when his economy and quality of life are good can cuckoldry become a kind of spiritual drug that brings happiness, a pleasure that you can't stop.

At that time, I had only been working for a few years, and a project ran into some problems. The problem was quite serious, serious enough to land me in jail. If I didn't handle it properly, I would be made a scapegoat. Actually, everyone knows that often no one cares about the truth; it's all about who benefits and who takes the blame. That bureau chief was one of the higher-ups in our system. He wasn't actually my direct superior; I only got in touch with him after things went wrong through connections and bribes. His handling of the situation directly determined my life. This bureau chief was a greedy, hypocritical, and lecherous old man. He was probably under 50 at the time. He particularly liked young married women, the 28-38 age range. He didn't like younger, unmarried women, or older ones. My wife was around 28 then, and we'd only been married a few years. Back then, my wife wasn't as open-minded as she is now; she was still a teacher, and her clothing style was quite normal. However, nothing could hide her figure. I remember when I first met the bureau chief, it was springtime. Every time my wife was present when we ate with him, she never wore anything revealing; she always wore something like a tight-fitting sweater. The bureau chief's eyes were glued to my wife's large breasts, and both my wife and I noticed. But we both needed his help, so we didn't dare express any dissatisfaction. This cunning bureau chief saw through our behavior. Every time we ate together, Lao Bi would drink with my wife and talk to her in a rather ambiguous way. All I could do was smile and apologize. I remember this matter remained unresolved until one summer when this bureau chief and his secretary invited me to a private club, which was actually one of the bureau chief's private hideouts. It had dining areas, a billiards room for playing cards, and karaoke rooms—basically, a base for corrupt officials and some businesses to collude with. Later I learned that the bureau chief loved to gamble, and his way of collecting money was by having people deliberately lose to him at the card table. The lost money was bribes—houses, bank cards, all sorts of things, even women. I vaguely remember that day; I was playing cards with the bureau chief. He knew I had no money and didn't mention it at all, just saying he wanted to keep me company while I played cards to relieve my boredom. I remember the bureau chief, his secretary, and another person I didn't recognize—one of his lackeys. The bureau chief wasn't much of a talker. After only a few rounds, his secretary told me to call my wife and ask her to come over. I said she didn't know how to play cards, so her coming wouldn't be of any use. The secretary said it wasn't about playing cards, but just having my wife come to keep everyone company with drinks and conversation. Of course, I knew it wasn't that simple, but I realized I had no choice. So I called my wife anyway. I remember she was silent for a long time when we talked about it on the phone. Later, I remember that after she arrived, she was indeed just there to keep everyone company with drinks and conversation. But ever since she arrived, the bureau chief started telling dirty jokes. The secretary and his cronies weren't exactly innocent either; they were constantly drinking while staring at my wife's large breasts and buttocks. Then, somehow, they started talking about betting something interesting. Everyone was already quite drunk. I have a pretty good tolerance for alcohol, and I had eaten a large steamed bun before coming, so I didn't want to get too drunk. My wife also had a good tolerance and was slightly tipsy. Finally, somehow, the secretary announced that the stakes were my wife's underwear, and the winner would take the underwear she was wearing. As everyone knows, the bureau chief won. His wife was quite drunk, and being teased and made crude jokes by three men in front of her husband had made her a bit tipsy. She suddenly stood up and pulled down her underwear in front of everyone; she was wearing a business skirt at the time. The bureau chief then took her hand and kissed it. Later, they said they wanted to play a striptease game. I knew it was going to happen, because the secretary said the game wasn't about the loser taking off their clothes, but rather the winner winning a piece of the winner's wife's clothing. When my wife arrived, she was wearing a women's blouse with a women's blazer over it, and a business skirt. She had already lost her underwear, so after taking off her skirt, she was naked. Later, I think it was the secretary or someone else, I can't remember who won. My wife took off her coat. In another round, I won, but my wife didn't take it off. The director won a round later, and my wife went all out then. She didn't take off her shirt, but instead unbuttoned the top few buttons and unhooked her bra in front of everyone. Of course, this exposed her a bit. From my position, I could see one of her large breasts. Both huge breasts jiggled with her movements inside the shirt, and her nipples were hard. The shirt wasn't very transparent, but her nipples were still protruding, incredibly sexy and alluring. I knew everyone was hard at that moment, including me. And in the next round, my wife would definitely show her breasts or bare buttocks, and she was definitely going to get fucked. Just then, the director's phone rang. After answering the phone, his expression changed visibly. He whispered a few words to his secretary. The secretary said the director had some urgent business and that was it for today. I was completely shocked. I couldn't believe I'd been so lucky. I thought I was going to lose my wife completely, and I even considered killing those guys. But I didn't have the guts; my parents were there, and I couldn't act impulsively. The chief arranged for his men to take my wife and me home. It seemed he was going to discuss something with his secretary. The chief took my wife's underwear and bra, so she was taken home naked with me. I remember my wife barely spoke to me after we got home. I guess she thought I was a coward. If it weren't for the chief's call, she would have been raped. Who knows how many men would have taken her in that situation. Thinking about it now, I'm terrified. At the time, I was so afraid of going to jail that I couldn't even feel excited; I was just filled with fear and worry. Actually, I honestly thought that if my wife had been raped by him and I was safe, I could accept it.

A couple of days later, the secretary called me, saying that the director wanted my wife to stay at his house for three days to help with household chores and cooking, as she had gone back to her parents' house for some business. The secretary added that if this was done, I would be safe. I knew exactly what was going on, but I didn't have the courage to tell my wife when I got home. I ended up smoking on the balcony instead of going inside to sleep. When my wife came over and asked, I finally told her about the secretary's request. She asked what I was thinking, and I admitted I wanted her to go too, so I didn't answer directly, just saying things like we had to consider our parents, etc. Deep down, she knew what I meant. This almost led to our divorce. I know this is where the knot in my heart was formed, which is why my wife later didn't feel guilty about being so independent. Anyway, my wife agreed, and she stayed at the director's house for three days. My wife didn't tell me the details of what happened during those three days. In fact, even later, she didn't want to talk about it much because it left us with scars, not excitement. Several years later, she finally told me some things under various circumstances. To summarize, during those three days, my wife didn't actually go to the bureau chief's house, but to one of his several properties—a house he used specifically for having sex with women. The bureau chief was almost fifty years old, and his health was definitely not good. He drank various medicinal wines made with snakes and penises with every meal and took medication. During those three days, he was only home all day one day; the other two days he came back in the evening. The bureau chief had all sorts of fun with my wife, but he didn't actually have sex with her much. My wife said that on that day, she was mainly being breastfed, touched, and had her genitals sucked by the bureau chief. The bureau chief was very lewd; his penis was actually quite large. He liked to bathe with my wife and have her give him oral sex. He especially liked lying in my wife's arms at night, breastfeeding while she masturbated him. My wife said she really liked playing with my wife's large breasts, saying they were the most beautiful breasts she had ever played with, bigger and more bouncy than those of foreign women. The bureau chief particularly enjoys having his wife lie in bed and sucking her vagina while he kneads her large breasts. He always gets an erection, but it's never hard enough, and he can't penetrate her several times. My wife says that every time the bureau chief undresses her, he also undresses and hugs her naked body, pressing his thick penis against her soft buttocks and kneading her huge breasts. My wife shakes her head, tears welling in her eyes, hoping it's all a nightmare. Hearing this breaks my heart; it feels so suffocating. My wife has only been fucked twice in the past three days, both times he ejaculated inside her. This bureau chief doesn't use condoms when he fucks married women. My wife remembers that her ovulation period has passed, and I guess the bureau chief's sperm isn't as vigorous anymore. So she didn't get pregnant. My wife remembers that every time the bureau chief ejaculated, he yelled, "Give me a son!" My wife says that when the bureau chief fucks her, he always asks her if she misses him. This old pervert is really ruthless! My wife is always on the verge of tears, being physically tortured and psychologically challenged by him.

Later, my matter passed smoothly. Much later, I learned that the bureau chief had also been arrested, obviously for taking sides. However, I had left that system and wasn't affected. This matter has always been a knot in my wife's heart, and even now we don't talk about it much.

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