Success Story: I Gave My Wife to Him at Seventeen

M suddenly shoved me, his strength so great that he knocked me to the ground. He muttered, "Just stand here and watch. Watch how much I fuck your wife. She doesn't remember anyone else now, only my penis. Look, I've fucked her until she's bursting. I can fuck her however I want. Isn't this what you wanted?"
M grabbed my hand, "Come on, feel this. Look how wet this is. Have you ever experienced this? I bet you never have."
My hand touched M's slippery, hard penis, and also my wife's overflowing genitals, sticky and slippery like a swamp. M grabbed my hand and gripped his penis, thrusting it in again, feeling as smooth as an eel burrowing into mud.
I was completely overwhelmed, burying my head deep in the sheets, unable to find a place to survive.
M's slippery hands stroked my penis as he began to thrust faster into my wife, making a series of squelching sounds from her vagina. My wife gasped for breath, crying out, "No...no...I can't take it anymore, it's coming, it's coming..." As she cried out, her hips twisted and lifted, and a stream of urine shot out, like a white ribbon hitting M's chest. M seemed enraged, his face hardening. He recklessly turned my wife's hips around and thrust in again, pumping with lightning speed. "Call me husband! Call me husband loudly!" he commanded my wife fiercely.
"Husband, husband...no more..." my wife began to wail, her voice trembling with sobs, incoherent
. "Husband...husband...don't fuck me anymore.
Husband...you're fucking me to death...
no...
no..."
Amidst my wife's cries, M's face turned ashen, a look of unwavering determination on his face. He thrust faster and faster, reaching his limit, the squelching sounds growing louder and louder.
Under M's relentless onslaught, my wife's cries grew fainter, her body limp as mud, yet convulsing as if electrocuted. Gradually, her body stiffened, then fell silent, as if she had fainted. Even so, M continued thrusting dozens more times before abruptly withdrawing his penis. He knelt there, staring at my wife's labia, panting heavily. Looking at her vulva, like her water had broken, urine slowly flowed out, running down her thighs and buttocks, soaking the bed.
This brief scene horrified me; I stared dumbfounded as the sheets grew increasingly wet. I wondered, my wife usually only had one orgasm and didn't want to continue, how many had she had today? Was I inadequate before?
M collapsed onto the bed, giving me a slight push.
I reacted, crawling over to hug my wife from behind, my heart aching with tenderness. My wife clung tightly to my arm, and I could feel her heart pounding fiercely. I kissed my wife's back, my hand trembling as I reached for her wet genitals. They were hot and slightly burning, and it seemed urine was leaking out. I gently caressed her labia and clitoris, but she reached out and pressed my hand down, preventing me from moving. I knew in my heart that she was in pain. But I also vaguely sensed that her rejection meant that she no longer belonged to me alone. The thought was utterly disheartening.
M, somewhat recovered, jumped off the bed and said tenderly to my wife, "Come on, baby, let me carry you to the bathroom." My wife didn't speak or refuse. M easily picked her up, and she naturally wrapped her arms around his neck. M kissed her face, and they walked intimately towards the bathroom.
I lay sprawled on the bed, utterly disappointed and powerless, my thoughts a jumbled mess. With my eyes closed, listening to the rushing water in the bathroom, I felt completely abandoned.
I was dead. I had been abandoned by love, abandoned by my dignity.
Not long after, M came in, casually closing the door behind him. He climbed on top of me, stared at me for a moment, wiped away a half-tear from the corner of my eye, and whispered in my ear, "Your wife is mine now. I've completely tamed her. I'm her husband now. She said she can't live without my penis. Are you heartbroken? Despairing? None of that matters. This is exactly what you wanted. From now on, her heart and her vagina will no longer belong to you alone. Whenever any penis enters her, she'll think of me. I'm going to cuckold you.
" M stroked my face. "You gave me your wife, I should thank you. Now, give yourself to me too, let me have you too."
My heart was as calm as ashes. I felt nothing. I was a complete failure, a man ruined by his own actions, a man who allowed himself to be humiliated. I wasn't even a man anymore. What was there left for me to care about? Give up, give it all up.
M kissed my mouth, slipping his tongue inside, then kissed my breasts, my entire body, and gave me oral sex. His fingers massaged my anus, eventually probing inside.
I surrendered, I gave in, letting M punish me. I remained motionless, as if dead, like a piece of pork to him. But M didn't care, proceeding exactly as he pleased. He took a condom, put it on, lifted my legs, his hard glans pressing against my anus, and slowly, forcefully, inserted himself. He stopped, embracing me in endless entanglement. But for a dead person, there was naturally no feeling, no reaction, left to his own devices. Gradually, he began like a wild horse, galloping wildly, without restraint, without tenderness, only an endless sprint. He changed positions twice, either squatting and thrusting forcefully, or placing my legs on his shoulders and slapping them hard.
I was utterly defeated, ravaged and humiliated by his actions. This series of events left me embarrassed, utterly pathetic, and completely and utterly defeated. My spirit was dead, my heart was dead. After
about ten minutes, he let out a muffled growl, his penis throbbing inside me, and he collapsed heavily onto me. His face and body were covered in sweat, and he gasped, "Brother, from now on, you're mine. I'll repay you tenfold for what you've given me."
He stroked my face, kissed me, got out of bed, and left, closing the door behind him.
My anus felt burning, I didn't want to move, but I had to wipe it again and again with tissues. Aside from the pain, it wasn't too bad.
My wife came in wearing a bath towel, drying her hair as she looked at me. I jumped off the bed, pretending to be relaxed.
"M's gone?" my wife asked softly. "
I don't know." "
I just heard the door open. He's gone," my wife patted my buttocks and said with a smile, "Go wash up, I'll tidy up the house."
When I came out of the bathroom, my wife had already brought the food. I ate a few bites and put it down. My wife was about to tidy up when I stopped her hand. "Don't bother, I'll clean up tomorrow.
You're tired, let's sleep." My wife smiled, took my hand, and said, "Let's sleep in the little room tonight."
We lay on the bed, my wife curled up in my arms, and I whispered, "Was it good today?"
"Mmm, pretty good.
" "How many orgasms did you
have?" "I don't know, but the feeling just kept coming in waves." "Honey," my wife looked up at my face, "Do you still love me?" "
Of course I love you, silly, how could I not love you?"
My wife smiled sweetly, "Honey, you're so good, today was really great.
You're tired too, let me hold you and let you sleep."
"Mmm," my wife happily turned over, her back to me, and moved her buttocks closer to my penis. I really wanted to touch her genitals, but I didn't dare. My mind was filled with the image of her being fucked until she peed, the image of her vagina and urine lingering in my mind.
Honey, I almost forgot, I might have to stay at the company today. The city's safety supervision bureau inspected our warehouse several times and found a lot of problems. They also issued several penalty and rectification notices. If we fail to rectify these issues again, our license will be revoked. I'm really in big trouble this time. I'll stay at the company for a few days to get the inspection passed. You can take care of yourself at home.
I paused for a moment. Oh, wasn't that resolved a couple of days ago?
No way, things aren't that easy these days.
You go ahead and do your work, don't worry about me. Let me know if anything happens. Go to sleep.
My wife fell asleep; she was really tired and was sleeping very soundly. I couldn't sleep at all. I lay in bed, lost in thought, not even sure what I was thinking about. I went to the living room to have a cigarette, but then I remembered M saying my wife hates the smell of smoke, so I put it down and lay back on the sofa, still lost in thought.
I don't know how much time passed before I started to feel sleepy. I went back to the small room and fell asleep next to my wife.

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