My young and beautiful wife has been having sex with other men for a long time (14)

Although the factory manager's behavior towards my wife was extremely vulgar and obscene—it was like a client of a prostitute—he was still very respectful and caring towards us in general. He took great care of us in various ways at the factory. Our family's financial situation wasn't good; my wife and I only earned a little over 4,000 yuan a month combined. After rent and mortgage payments, we were left with less than 2,000 yuan, and we also had to raise our child, so it was really tight.
These past few months, the factory manager had a great time. To express his gratitude, he gave my wife tens of thousands of yuan to buy her some clothes. We didn't want his money, but he was adamant, so we had no choice but to accept it.
Then, the factory manager wanted to help me completely improve my financial situation. Once, he said to me, "You're a technician, think of a way to innovate or something, and I'll give you a reward to improve your life."
So I racked my brains and, in just over a month, finally implemented a reform of the production equipment in the workshop. This more than doubled production efficiency, greatly improved product quality, and saved a significant amount of raw materials. Preliminary calculations showed that the annual savings in raw materials were worth 2-3 million yuan.
At that time, our products sold extremely well, even exceeding supply. This significantly boosted the factory's profits, and workers' wages and bonuses also increased substantially. Everyone was very grateful to me.
The factory director held a special factory-wide commendation meeting, awarding me a one-time bonus of 300,000 yuan—a huge stack of heavy hundred-yuan bills—and more than doubling my salary and bonuses. This time, I made a tremendous contribution to the factory. Although the factory's reward was reasonable and legal, it would have been almost impossible without the director's support.
That evening, I invited the factory manager to my home for drinks. At the table, I offered him half of my bonus as a thank you, but he refused, saying he was very wealthy and this amount was nothing to him. He even half-jokingly, half-seriously told me, "I don't want anything, I just want your wife."
This immediately improved our family's financial situation dramatically. With the 300,000 yuan, I paid off the mortgage in one go, with some money left over. My monthly salary and bonuses totaled over 7,000 yuan, and with my wife's income, our monthly disposable income reached over 10,000 yuan. Our financial situation improved five to six times, and my wife and I were overjoyed.
My wife loved to dress up and bought several beautiful outfits. When she dressed up, she became even more charming and alluring. Everyone praised her, saying she was more beautiful than a movie star. The factory manager, seeing this, was even more lustful and his desires intensified. During that period, he significantly increased the frequency of his sexual encounters with my wife.
The factory manager was not only a lecherous scoundrel with a strong sex drive, but also a typical perverted sex maniac. He was always looking for alternative thrills. One day, my wife wore a new outfit that looked beautiful and sexy on her, and all the men's eyes were scanning her body.
That night, the factory manager came to my house and said that my wife's outfit was too sexy and that he wanted to have sex with her while she was wearing it. My wife said, "How can I do that while she's wearing clothes?"
The factory manager said, "Give me those pants first, and I'll have a plan."
The factory manager took the pants, cut a large hole in the genital area with scissors, and then made my wife take off her underwear, put on the pants and the matching top, and lie on her back on the bed. The factory manager's penis went through the hole and entered my wife's vagina. Then he lay on top of my wife and started fucking her hard, saying that having sex while she was wearing those clothes felt like having sex with my wife in the office in front of everyone, which was very exciting.
That night, the factory manager played with my wife for over three hours. The next morning, he had sex with her for another two hours. Before leaving, he threw 10,000 yuan at my wife, telling her to buy another set of the same clothes to wear to work, as he liked looking at them. He also told her to use the remaining money to buy a few more nice outfits.
Later, whenever the factory manager saw an outfit that my wife looked particularly pretty or sexy, he would make her buy two sets—one for work and the other cut up to wear at home during sex. Gradually, my wife had seven or eight sets of clothes that the factory manager cut up, and he told her to keep them safe so he could use them anytime.
For a while, I was often away on business trips. Even when I wasn't home, the factory manager would still come to my house and play with my wife. My wife said that when I wasn't there, the factory manager's behavior became even more depraved.
To be honest, back then, I really enjoyed watching the factory manager have sex with my wife. It was incredibly exciting. So, I secretly installed a hidden surveillance system at home, complete with an automatic function. Whenever someone spoke, the system would automatically activate, recording audio and video. After the sound stopped, it would automatically shut off after three minutes to save storage space. My wife knew nothing about this. I just wanted to see how the factory manager treated my wife when I wasn't around, and how she would react. I still have one recording:
It was a weekend, and I was away on a business trip to Shanghai. That evening, just as it got dark, the factory manager came to my house. As soon as he entered, he grabbed my wife and started kissing and touching her. My wife said to him, looking embarrassed,
"Why are you here again? Didn't I tell you to wait for my husband to come back?"
"Wait for him to come back for what?" the factory manager retorted.
"My husband isn't home. If someone comes, I won't be able to explain. Can you please be patient for a few more days and wait for him to come back?"
The factory manager, leering, said to my wife, "Your husband's not home, so I'll sneak around having sex with his wife. How exciting!"
My wife glanced at him, "Annoying."
The manager pulled my wife over, sat her on the edge of the kang (heated brick bed), and reached out to touch her breasts. My wife said, "Wait a minute, the curtains aren't closed yet. What if someone sees us?"
My wife got on the kang and closed the curtains. The manager reminded her again, "Is the front door locked?"
"Of course it's locked now that you're here," my wife replied.
"So, you're prepared to be fucked."
"With a lecher like you, how could I not be prepared?"
"That's right. Tonight, I'll take good care of you."
My wife closed the curtains and was about to make the bed when the manager grabbed her again, saying, "Wait, let me touch you first."
The wife sat on the edge of the fence, and the factory manager sat beside her. He reached inside her clothes and touched her breasts, muttering,
"Girl, your breasts are so big, they feel so good. When you walk during the day, these breasts bounce up and down, jiggling and jiggling, so damn tempting. I wanted to pin you down and fuck you right then and there."
"You're so addicted, how come you're so addicted?" the wife said.
"You're so beautiful, how can any man not be addicted when he sees you? You'd better be careful not to get raped," the factory manager said.
"You've already raped enough," the wife said.
"You slut, I'll rape you again in a bit, let's see where you run. Look, my dick is hard."
Saying this, the factory manager pulled down his pants, revealing his penis, and let the wife touch it. The wife reached out and grasped the factory manager's penis, slowly stroking it up and down, saying,
"My God, this thing is so big."
The factory manager, grinning lewdly, said, "You have such a big pussy, if I didn't have a ****, I wouldn't be able to fuck you."
His wife chuckled, "You're so shameless."
Then, the factory manager asked,
"Hey girl, is this thing of mine thick?"
"Thick.
" "Big?"
"Too big, it's scary," his wife replied.
"Okay, I'll use this big thing to fuck you in a bit."
"How can you be so lewd?" his wife said.
The factory manager grinned widely and said, "At a time like this, if I'm not lewd with you, who else should I be lewd with?"
"If you're lewd again, I won't let you use it," his wife said .
"If you won't let me use it, I'll rape you," the factory manager said.
"If you dare rape me, I'll call 110," his wife said.
The factory manager grinned and said, "Call 110? What do you say then? Police, come quick, the factory manager fucked my pussy, ha, ha, ha." He then burst into laughter again.
"Hey, you're getting more and more lewd," his wife punched him a few times.
Taking advantage of the situation, the factory manager suddenly pulled my wife into his arms, kissing her cheeks and groping her breasts. After a while, he said to her, "Unzip your pants."
"Why do you need to unzip your pants?" my wife asked deliberately.
"To touch my pussy, to be a pervert," the factory manager replied.
"You're so vain." My wife glanced at him, then obediently unzipped her pants. The factory manager reached inside:
"Wow... damn, this pussy is so big, so fat, it's all flesh! Aren't you deliberately trying to make me fuck you endlessly? Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah."
"Pervert," my wife said.
The factory manager continued, "Girl, your pussy is really amazing, I can't get enough of it."
"You're having fun, but can I handle it?" my wife said.
"You've let me fuck you so many times, haven't you always been able to handle it?" the factory manager said.
"You're lucky you met me. Anyone else wouldn't be able to handle it," my wife replied.
"That's why I don't fuck anyone else, I only fuck you," the factory manager said with a grin.
"You scoundrel," his wife said again.
"Hurry up and get on the bed, I can't wait any longer. Tonight I'm going to have a good 'scoundrel' with you," the factory manager continued.
Then, the factory manager and his wife got on the bed, spread out the quilt, and took off their clothes. Seeing his wife's white flesh, the factory manager hugged her and said, "Oh my, this white flesh is so tempting, girl, who did you grow all this flesh for?"
His wife said, "For my husband."
Then, the factory manager touched his wife's vulva and asked, "Who did you grow this tender flesh for?
" His wife said, "For my husband too."
"Then why did you let me fuck you?" the factory manager asked.
His wife glanced at him again: "You big scoundrel."
So, the factory manager first teased my wife, then he fucked her. With a series of slapping sounds, my wife screamed…
After a while, the factory manager got off my wife to rest, then hugged her and asked, “How was it, girl? Did you enjoy being ‘busy’ like that?”
“You flatter me,” my wife said.
The factory manager touched my wife’s vagina and said, “I fucked you really hard just now. Feel it yourself, I’ve made you wet.”
“Can’t you speak politely ?” my wife said.
“You want me to be polite at a time like this? If I were polite, would I still be fucking you?” the factory manager said. “
Look at you, always saying ‘fuck,’ can’t you say anything else?” my wife said. “
It is fucking, isn’t it? I was rubbing you for so long, isn’t that fucking?” the factory manager said, becoming increasingly lewd. “
Fuck me then, why do you keep saying it?” my wife said.
“What’s wrong with saying it? I’ve already fucked your vagina, what’s there to be afraid of saying?” the factory manager said.
Then, the factory manager said, "Hey girl, how about the three of us team up, your husband and I?"
The wife asked, puzzled, "What for?"
The manager said, "Your husband will keep you company, and I'll help him with his sex life."
The wife chuckled, "How can you be so lewd? My husband has a dick too, what would he need your help with?" The wife also used vulgar language, which excited the manager greatly. He asked,
"What does your husband have? Say it again, I didn't hear you clearly."
"I don't know," the wife replied shyly.
The manager said, "Your husband's dick isn't as good as mine. With your big pussy, only I can make you feel good."
The wife said with a wry smile, "If you keep being lewd, I won't let you fuck me."
The manager said, "Okay, I won't be lewd anymore, but will you let me fuck you?" The wife was both amused
and exasperated by the manager's teasing. That's how the manager was—fucking my wife while simultaneously teasing her, acting like a lewd person, deriving a strange kind of thrill and pleasure from it.
After teasing her for a while, the factory manager straddled my wife and started fucking her hard again, causing her to scream again…
After a long time, the factory manager was covered in sweat. He wiped his sweat with a towel, and my wife asked,
“Why are you sweating so much?”
The factory manager chuckled and said, “Fucking is hard work.”
“You’ll be exhausted,” my wife said.
The factory manager said, “Fucking you is so exhilarating, it’s worth it even if I die.”
Then he asked my wife, “Girl, there’s a saying in the countryside called ‘The Four Great Tires,’ do you know what they are?”
My wife said, “No.”
The factory manager said, “The Four Great Tires are: mixing mud, carrying bricks, raising children, and fucking.”
My wife chuckled, “You’re such a pervert.”
The factory manager chuckled and said, “I belong to the ‘fucking’ group, that’s why I’m sweating so much.”
My wife said, “Besides fucking, you don’t think about anything else?”
The factory manager said, "What man doesn't want to fuck? Especially a beautiful woman like you. No man who sees your man doesn't want to fuck him."
As he spoke, the manager grabbed and rubbed my wife's vagina a few times, saying, "Your tender flesh is so tempting, I can never get enough of fucking
you." My wife said, "If you can't get enough, then keep fucking me, I'll exhaust you."
The factory manager said, "Alright, I'll fuck you now." He then went up and penetrated my wife again, followed by a vigorous fucking session. My wife screamed as he fucked her…
Then, the factory manager and my wife tried various positions: standing, sitting, bent over, prone, and even standing on the ground, holding my wife and bouncing her around. He tormented my wife for over two hours before stopping. Afterwards, he slept with my wife.
The next morning, he fucked my wife again. Before leaving, he asked my wife for a pink pair of panties and a bra, saying it was a souvenir. (To be continued)

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