My young and beautiful wife has been having sex with other men for a long time (3)

This guy figured out my secrets and started devising all sorts of ways to molest my wife, deriving sexual stimulation and pleasure from it. Once, when we were both away on a business trip, we were in a hotel one night, and he started talking about my wife again. He said that since she was so tall and voluptuous, and had a strong sex drive, she must like porn. Then he got his penis hard and asked me to take a picture of it with my phone so I could show it to my wife and see her reaction. He specifically told me not to say it was his, but to say it was downloaded from the internet.
I was curious, so when I got back, I showed the picture to my wife. She was immediately shocked: "My God, is this a human? It's fake!"
I said, "It's really human."
"I don't believe it. No human is that big. It must be photoshopped," my wife said.
I asked my wife, "Everyone says women like big ones, do you like this kind?"
My wife said, "But it can't be too big, otherwise a woman can't handle it."
I then asked my wife, "If you met someone like this, and he wanted to have sex with you, would you dare to agree?"
"I wouldn't dare, this thing is huge, it could kill a woman," my wife said.
A few days later, when we were alone, I told him in detail about showing my wife the photos, and he jumped up from the ground excitedly: "Damn, your wife saw my ****! That's so exciting! Hey, bro, when can you let your wife see this thing for herself? That would be so exciting!"
Although he was lewd and vulgar, he was actually quite intelligent. One of his relatives was a leader in the bureau. Less than two months after we returned from that business trip, our workshop director retired, and he was promoted to workshop director. He was really good at management, and production efficiency and quality improved significantly. Less than a year later, our factory director also retired, and he was promoted again to factory director. We all started calling him factory director. That year, he was exactly 40 years old.
Previously, he had two close friends at the factory, both of them roughnecks. They were kindred spirits, often drinking, bragging, and talking about women together. After he became the factory manager, he quickly promoted them as well, making one the head of the supply department and the other the head of the sales department. In
early May of that year, just after the May Day holiday, on my second day back at work, he sent me on a business trip, also asking me to purchase some raw materials for the factory. These were all regular customers, and the prices had already been negotiated. My job was simply to check the quality of the goods; if there were no problems, I would pay immediately and have them ship the goods. Then, he had me write an IOU, and the finance department deposited 2.8 million yuan into my account.
At that time, these kinds of raw materials were in high demand. When I arrived, the seller said they were temporarily out of stock and the next batch wouldn't arrive for about a week, so I had no choice but to wait a few days.
That day, I ran into a friend I hadn't seen for years. He treated me to dinner, and during the meal, he said he was short of money for his business and asked me to lend him some. He said he'd just buy some goods, sell them, and pay me back immediately, in five or six days at most. He also said he'd give me 100,000 yuan as a reward. At that time, my salary was only a little over 2,000 yuan, so 100,000 yuan was a huge sum for me. Out of consideration for my friend and because of the considerable income, I agreed, thinking it would only take a few days and wouldn't interfere with my business.
But to my surprise, after giving him the money, I couldn't contact him for several days; his phone was always switched off. I was stunned. I reported it to the police locally, and the next night I returned and went straight to the factory manager's house.
I told the factory manager what had happened, and he was also stunned. He said, "This is no small matter. You've misappropriated public funds. If you can't get this money back, you'll be in jail."
I understood the seriousness of the situation, and hearing the factory manager's words made me even more frightened.
I pleaded with him, "Factory Manager, I know I was wrong. You have to help me, please don't let me go to jail."
He frowned, thought for a moment, then looked up and said, "How about this, transfer your loan to my name. It'll be considered a loan I took. If the police arrest you, let them arrest me. I'll take the blame for you."
I was stunned. How could he be so generous, offering to take the blame for me?
I said, "That won't do. I can't let you go to jail for me. Let's think of another way."
He said, "There's no other way. This is the only option. However, I'm not helping you for nothing; there are conditions."
Hearing this, I seemed to understand what he meant, but I still asked him, "What conditions?"
He said bluntly, "Brother, let me be frank with you. As a man, the biggest regret of my life is that I've never been sexually satisfied. Now I've set my sights on your wife. As long as you let me have my way with her, I guarantee you'll be fine. I'll take the blame for you even if it means losing my head. How about it?" He was very direct and straightforward.
When I heard that, I thought, "This guy is really despicable. After all this time, he still has designs on my wife. Now he's taking advantage of me and trying to take advantage of her." But then I thought, "I'm just an ordinary citizen. I really can't do anything about something this big. If he doesn't help me, I'll definitely be arrested, and my life and my family will be completely ruined." I didn't answer him right away; my brain was racing.
Seeing my hesitation, he knew there was a chance, and said to me again,
"Brother, there are only two paths now. One is that the police will arrest you. With so much money, you'll at least get a life sentence, and your life will be over. Your family will fall apart. The other path is for me to take the blame for you. I'm all alone and I'm not afraid of anything. But I can't go to jail for nothing. Before I go in, let me enjoy your wife. Even if I die, it'll be worth it.
Besides, if you go in, can your wife stay with you for life? She'll definitely remarry and sleep with someone else. It's better to let her keep me company. I can keep your family safe. So, which path do you want to take?"
His words really made me hesitate. I knew that I had entered a dead end. No matter what, my wife would have to sleep with someone else. One option was for me to go to jail and my wife to remarry and sleep with someone else. The other option was to keep my family safe and let the factory director sleep with my wife. Weighing the pros and cons, anyone would choose the latter.
But I didn't agree immediately. I deliberately avoided the topic and said to him, "It's not fair to make you go to jail for me."
He said, "Then you don't need to worry about it. I've taken a liking to your wife, and I'm willing to go to jail. Otherwise, I'll send you in right now."
I could tell he was determined to sleep with my wife, and I really had no other choice.
So I said to him, "Okay, I'll listen to you, but will you keep your word?"
I knew he was unreliable. What if he fooled me, slept with my wife, and then sent me to jail? I would be at a huge loss.
Seeing that I was really wavering, he said, "Don't worry about that. Don't let my rough appearance fool you; I'm trustworthy when it comes to important matters. You've given me your wife; if I don't keep my word, what kind of person am I?"
I also knew that regardless of whether he kept his word or not, this was the only way forward. So I said to him,
"But I can't say for sure about this either. I need to discuss it with my wife."
He said, "Okay, go back and discuss it, but be quick. I'll only give you two days. If you agree, do as I say; if not, then I can't help you."
When I got home, I told my wife about the trouble I'd gotten myself into. She immediately burst into tears. I comforted her, saying it was alright, we still had a solution. After a while, she stopped crying and asked me what the solution was. Then, I told my wife about the factory manager's intentions.
My wife was stunned: "What? How could he do this?"
I said, "You know he's a lecherous scoundrel. He doesn't care about money, he's just lustful. If we agree to his terms, we can save our family; otherwise, I'll be in prison for life, and our family will fall apart."
After hearing my words, my wife fell silent.
My wife is a dignified, quiet, and respectable woman. She's not only beautiful but also has a great figure; she's truly graceful and captivating. Many excellent men can't even get close to her. Now, she's being forced to have sex with a rude thug and a lecherous man. It's so unfair to her. My wife hugged me and started crying again. Seeing her so distressed, as a man, I felt terrible.
Since our family's financial situation suddenly collapsed, my wife hasn't enjoyed much happiness since we got married. Like ordinary people, she works hard every day to earn money, which is already hard enough for her. Now, to make her endure this humiliation is unbearable. So, I said to her, "Let's just refuse him. Let him do whatever he wants. If I go to jail, you can take the children and live your life well. I'm calling him now."
I picked up the phone to make the call, but my wife snatched it away. "Wait," she said, "let's discuss it some more. Isn't there any other way?"
I said, "There really isn't. We can't afford to pay that much money, even if we sell everything we own."
My wife said again, "What will I do if you go to jail? Won't this family fall apart?"
I said, "There's nothing we can do about it now."
My wife said, "I can't leave you, and this family can't live without you. I can't just watch you get arrested."
I said, "Then what should we do?"
My wife hesitated for a moment and said, "Then I'll ask you one question, and you have to tell me the truth."
I said, "Go ahead."
My wife said, "If I agree and he does that with me, will you despise me afterwards?"
I said, "If you agree, you'll save me and this family. I'll be grateful to you for the rest of my life. How could I despise you?
" "Are you telling the truth?"
I said, "Of course I'm telling the truth. Not only will I not despise you, but I'll also treat you well for the rest of my life and repay you."
Seeing that I was very sincere, my wife said, "Okay, for you and for this family, I agree. But you have to tell him that this matter must be kept a secret. No one can know. If it gets out, I won't be able to face anyone."
I said, "Don't worry, as the factory director, this isn't exactly honorable for him either, and he's afraid others will find out."
Then, I discussed it in detail with my wife, and that's how we settled on it.
However, my wife, being a woman, is very shy about doing this kind of thing. She requested that the factory director come over after the lights were off, and that the lights be kept off throughout the entire process, and that he leave immediately afterward.
The next evening, I went to the factory director's house and told him about the result of my wife's discussion. I saw that he was beaming from ear to ear. Then, I arranged a specific time with him.
He readily said, "Today is Friday, and tomorrow is the weekend, so how about tomorrow night?"
I said, "Okay, whatever you say."
Then, I told him about my wife's shyness and request, and he readily agreed:
"Okay, that's how women are, shy. It's better not to turn on the lights; if the lights are on, I'm afraid it will scare her."
I understood what he meant; he meant that his penis was too big and he was afraid of scaring my wife.
His words really reminded me, so I said to him, "Factory Manager, your thing is too big. I'm worried my wife won't be able to handle it. You'll have to go slow."
"Okay, don't worry, I know more about this than you do."
Leaving the factory manager's house, I thought to myself, my wife finally couldn't escape his clutches. No matter how many times she tried, he still had a chance to get his way. I had dreamt that my wife was being fucked by a bearded man, and now it had really come true. Was this fate?
Back home, I told my wife about my agreement with the factory manager and also gave her some instructions. Since we agreed to his terms, we had to make sure he had a good time and enjoyed himself. That way, he would do things for us. I also said that the factory manager was a rough man and spoke very vulgarly, so no matter how crude he was, we shouldn't mind and shouldn't spoil his fun.
My wife, after all, was a married woman and understood men. She understood everything I said and said, "Don't worry, I know what to do." (To be continued)

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