I'm sorry, my wife. [The End]

It was midnight, and I wasn't sleepy at all. I stared at the screen. "Hehe~~ Madam, I'm going to ejaculate inside your womb." The man's face was wicked, his tone mocking.

"No, you...you can't do this, please don't..." The woman's eyes were tightly closed, her brows furrowed, and her lips half-bitten. She seemed extremely distressed, but her flushed cheeks made it seem like she couldn't resist.

"Hmph! Still pretending to be innocent, aren't you enjoying it now?" The man quickened his thrusts, forcefully pumping his fat waist.

"Ah...no! I...I have a husband, please...please let...let me go!" The woman trembled all over from the powerful thrusts, her hands gripping the man's arms tightly.

"Hehe~~Your husband is enjoying it right now! He's watching how my cock goes inside you, you don't believe me? Look. Hehe~~" The man glanced at the woman's husband, who was tied to the ground, and then grinned wickedly at her.

"No... I... no, please don't let him see, please..." The woman closed her eyes tightly and turned her head away, as if afraid her husband would see her blushing face.

In the dimly lit room, only the computer screen emitted a faint light, playing a special episode of pornography called "Husband's Presence," which mostly featured stories of wives being raped in front of their husbands. Each episode featured a different actress as the lead. To me, the dialogue and images were all too familiar. Every time I heard them or saw them, they aroused me, making my hands move faster and my eyes intensely focused on the screen.

"Ah... damn! I can't take it anymore, I'm going to cum..." The man tensed up, his thick waist trembling violently. He let out a long sigh and pressed down on the woman, motionless.

"No... no... please don't... take it out, take it out... ah... ah..." The woman's lower body trembled, her legs shaking, and she let out a soft moan.

"Ah... so good! It felt so good to cum..." The man sighed contentedly.

The screen then focused on the man and woman's joined groin, a close-up of the penis fully inserted into the vagina. With the man's panting and the woman's moans, the penis slowly withdrew, followed by a gush of thick, white semen. Although some parts were blurred by censorship, it didn't diminish my immersion.

"Wife, you've been penetrated by someone else's penis, and they've even ejaculated inside you. Look, that semen is so thick and plentiful, it's all soaking in your uterus..." I silently repeated this a thousand times, my hand movements becoming faster and faster. Finally, a powerful tingling sensation shot through the base of my penis, and a burst of energy erupted, ejaculating onto the computer screen, perfectly merging with the gush of semen flowing from the vagina on the screen. I breathed a sigh of relief, a satisfied sigh.

I've collected six episodes of this pornographic series already, and this is the latest one I just downloaded. The actress is named Suzuki Manami; the previous episode's actress was Haneda Yuuka, and the one before that was Haruna. But in my eyes, all the women on screen are the same woman—the woman I know best—my wife, Liang Jing.

She has long curly hair and fair skin. She's not conventionally beautiful, but when I see her face, I think it's the perfect combination of features. Just her smile makes your heart melt. She's a wonderful wife!

But two years into our marriage, I've slowly grown indifferent to my sweet and charming wife. I no longer have a strong interest in sex. Although my wife is in the prime of her life, always incredibly seductive in bed, I still don't feel very satisfied when I'm on top of her. Sometimes I can't even ejaculate. That's when I realized that premature ejaculation is just as painful as not ejaculating at all. I really don't understand that old man named Peng Zu who boasted about sleeping with ten women a night without ejaculating. Alas! What's the use of living to eight hundred if you can't enjoy the pleasure of ejaculation!

Fortunately, my problem of not being able to ejaculate was quickly resolved thanks to the "Husband's Current Offender" series. Unfortunately, after a while, I became more dependent on it and less sexually interested in my wife. At the same time, I discovered that when I imagined the woman being raped in the videos as my own wife, the intense stimulation was the kind of feeling that aroused my sexual climax.

At first, I thought it was just a temporary sexual fantasy caused by lust, but when I gradually realized that simply watching videos couldn't satisfy that lust, I understood that it was an inner emotional complex.

Freud seemed to have said that childhood experiences can affect the development of later sexual desire. Why do I experience such a heightened and uncontrollable sexual desire when I fantasize about my wife being raped by other men?

I tried to recall my childhood, gray images flashing through my mind… Suddenly, one scene froze… It was an afternoon when I was very young.

That afternoon was probably Saturday or Sunday, because I only stayed home on those two afternoons. The scene flashed, the door opened, and my mother came in with a bald man—a coworker from her factory. My mother took a piece of chocolate brittle from her bag and gave it to me, telling me to go play on the balcony. She and the man went into the room.

I picked up my Astro Boy toy and played on the balcony. After a while, I thought I heard strange noises from the room, like crying and laughing at the same time. Curious, I went to my parents' room and peeked through the crack in the door.

Inside, my mother and the man were both naked. My mother was being pinned down on the bed by the man, whose large buttocks were moving incessantly. They were both shouting and yelling. Soon, the man lay down on top of my mother, and my mother took a piece of clothing and wiped some white paste from between her thighs.

I pieced together what I remembered: after that, my mother often brought that man home until my father returned to work in the city. At this point, the images in my mind stopped. I kept reassembling those images, searching for the answer I was looking for.

Could witnessing my mother's infidelity as a child have influenced my strange sexual fantasies about my wife now? Indeed, that night, my wife and I were making love. As I did so, I kept replaying the image of my mother and that uncle in bed, but in that image, my mother's face was replaced by my wife. At that moment, I was extremely excited and ejaculated quickly.

For the next few days, my feelings were hard to describe. Apart from everyday things, whenever I thought about sex, images of my wife being raped by those men in pornographic films, and that uncle who had been having an affair with my mother when we were kids, would appear, and I couldn't help but start masturbating! The problem was getting worse, and a thought gradually began to sprout in my mind: I wanted to see my wife being raped with my own eyes.

But how could I do that? Would a husband go and find other men to rape his wife? No, no! But the more I tried to suppress it, the more I craved it.

Sometimes when I went out and ran into some male neighbors, I couldn't help but fantasize about creating an opportunity for him to come to my house, where my wife was asleep in bed, naked, and then… But how could I arrange it perfectly without any worries? Whenever I thought of this, I tried my best to resist, but my lower body would involuntarily become erect!

That day in the office, two female colleagues took advantage of the boss's absence to chat in the break room. When I was photocopying documents at the copier outside the break room, I overheard their conversation.

Eileen: "No way, he's that brazen? I was planning to go with my friends tomorrow!"

Guoguo: "Don't go! That old pervert! He said he'd draw a talisman on my body for good luck, and he wanted me to take my clothes off. Isn't that just blatantly trying to take advantage of me?"

Eileen: "Really? But I've heard some masters do draw talismans on bodies. Aren't you being too sensitive?"

Guoguo: "Hmph! Sensitive? I know talismans are drawn on the back of the neck, but he said he wanted to draw it on the middle of my chest! Isn't that just trying to take advantage of me? Besides, he already pretended to accidentally touch my breasts twice. How can I trust him?"

Eileen: "Sigh! Luckily you said something. I was planning to have his fortune told too. Hey, it's that place at the FuX Plaza on XinX Road, right?"

Guoguo: "That's the only one there, called Tianxuan. That bastard's surname is Dong. You should tell your friend not to send a lamb to the slaughter!"

This seemingly ordinary conversation sparked an idea in me! After work that afternoon, I went to the FuX Plaza on XY Road. In the far corner of the first floor, I saw the two characters "Tianxuan" written in regular script, hanging on a floor-to-ceiling glass door.

I hesitated for a moment, then finally pushed open the glass door and went inside. The shop was only a few square meters. On the front wall hung a red and black Bagua (Eight Trigrams), and beneath it sat a one-meter-high black lacquered antique-style table with a small stone incense burner. Three sticks of yellow incense were burning, their smoke rising in wisps. Upon closer inspection, I realized there was another room next to the table, separated by a gray cloth curtain.

I had just stood still when the curtain was pulled open, and a short, stocky man in a gray Tang suit came out. He was a middle-aged man, around fifty years old, with a receding hairline in the shape of an "M," long eyebrows, small eyes, a large nose, thin lips, and a small mustache. He was carrying an old book, giving him the air of a scholar from the old days. He looked somewhat hunched and unsavory, like a deceased Vietnamese leader.

"Hello! My surname is Dong, and my given name is Xuanzhi. Please sit, please sit." He gestured for me to sit on a wooden stool next to the table, while he sat on one opposite.

"What is your surname?" he asked, glancing at me.

"My surname is Li." I avoided his gaze.

"Oh, Mr. Li, hello, you can call me Master Dong! Ah... are you here for divination or fortune-telling?" he said, glancing at me again.

"I... something strange happened in my family." I had already prepared my answer.

"What's so strange about it?" he asked.

“I’m not sure either, maybe…it has something to do with my wife,” I replied.

“It has something to do with your wife? Could you explain the details?” As he said this, I noticed his small eyes darting around.

“I can’t give you the details, maybe…maybe…” I had a plan in mind, but hesitated, unable to say the next thing.

“Oh, okay, if you’re not sure, why don’t you just ask your wife? You can come to my place with her, and I’ll talk to her.” Hearing him say this, my heart skipped a beat, remembering how he made my wife undress and then drew talismans… “Come to your place? Uh…uh…could you please come to my house, Master Dong?” I finally offered this suggestion.

“That would be great! When would be a convenient time to come?” His small eyes narrowed, as if he were calculating something.

“Tonight…ah, how about tomorrow? Tomorrow is the weekend, and I’m off work. Is 2 PM tomorrow okay?” I asked.

"Okay, tomorrow afternoon at two o'clock. Please leave your address and phone number." He said, taking a stack of white paper and a pen from a small desk and handing them to me.

I wrote down the address and hurriedly left. I don't know how I got home; my mind was filled with fantasies about that time tomorrow afternoon, wondering how this rumored lecherous feng shui master would treat my wife.

I usually dream when I sleep, but this night I slept very well. When I opened my eyes, it was already dawn, and my wife was still asleep. I sat up and looked down at my wife; her curly hair was spread across the pillow, and she was sleeping soundly. But for a moment, I seemed to see her frowning, biting her lip, her cheeks flushed, and moaning shyly, saying, "No... don't ejaculate inside~" After my wife got up, she said she wanted to go out with me, but I insisted on staying home. Finally, it was one o'clock in the afternoon, and my wife wanted to go back to her room for a nap. She usually doesn't like to take naps, but today was an exception. That was because I had secretly given her two and a half sleeping pills, enough to make her sleep soundly until night.

In the room, I helped my wife take off her pajamas, leaving her in her favorite pink and white cotton underwear. I gazed quietly at her beautiful figure, her alluring sleeping posture, and her sweet expression. Of course, I also needed to set the scene a bit, until the doorbell rang.

I opened the door, and there was Mr. Dong. He was wearing the same clothes as yesterday, except he had a black cloth bag slung over his shoulder, making him look simple and elegant. I invited him to sit down in the living room.

Mr. Dong: "Hey...where's your wife?" Me: "She's asleep." Mr. Dong: "Asleep?" Me: "Yes, she's finally asleep." Mr. Dong: "What do you mean?" Me: "Not long ago, I noticed she seemed like a different person, different from before." Mr. Dong: "How different?" Me: "Unlike before, she now likes to sleep during the day and wake up at night." Mr. Dong: "Hmm!" Mr. Dong took out a Bagua-shaped compass-like object from his bag and stood up.

Me: "Master, how is it?" I couldn't help but ask as he circled the four corners of the living room several times.

Master Dong: "The situation isn't too bad." His tone was somewhat grave.

Me: "This...what exactly is going on? What happened to her?" I asked, feigning anxiety.

Master Dong: "Well, don't worry, I'm here. I need to check on your wife first. Where is she?" He asked, staring at the compass.

Me: "In the room." I said, leading him towards the room.

Opening the door, Master Dong and I went to the bedside. Master Dong glanced at the bed, then his eyes returned to the compass. Seeing his indifference, I felt a pang of disappointment.

Master Dong, as if in the living room, held the "compass" and circled the room a few times before returning to the bedside.

Master Dong: "It's alright, the situation isn't bad." He glanced at me, then continued looking at his "compass."

Me: "She's been sleeping like this all day, not waking up. What's going on? Master, please tell me!"

I still pretended to be very anxious.

Master Dong: "Sleeping and not waking up? I know that...but let's talk about it back at my shop. It's not good to discuss it here." He put the "compass" back into his cloth bag.

Me: "This..." Hearing him say he wanted to go back, my heart sank.

Just then, my wife suddenly turned over, her delicate hands pulling back the blanket, revealing her upper body. Her large breasts, tightly bound by a bra, were almost spilling out. I immediately noticed Master Dong; I saw his eyes fixed on my wife's exposed upper body, he swallowed hard, but quickly looked away. I pretended nothing was wrong and went over to cover my wife with the blanket.

Me: "Master, shall we leave now?" I asked tentatively.

Master Dong: "Alright, but I forgot to ask for your wife's birth date and time earlier. I need to calculate it first..." He said, counting on his right hand.

Me: "She was born on August xx, 1980, at 9 PM." I deliberately gave the wrong date to see what he would say.

Master Dong: "August xx is the tenth day of the seventh lunar month, 9 PM, the hour of Hai (9-11 PM). Alas! This birth chart is too Yin, no wonder, no wonder..." He shook his head as he counted on his fingers.

“Her birth chart is too Yin, what should we do?” I asked anxiously.

Master Dong: “Let’s go outside and talk.” Master Dong left the room, and I followed him back to the living room. He took out the “compass” from his cloth bag and examined it for a while. I felt a little happy at this moment because I knew that this old lecher had his eye on my wife and was plotting how to take advantage of her, or even… I waited silently, and some of the scenarios I had imagined yesterday slowly became reality.

“Mr. Li, things aren’t out of control, but your wife’s birth chart is too Yin, which is very prone to this kind of thing, and the thing that’s bothering your wife is not easy to deal with.” He put the compass back in the cloth bag and said.

“Is there really something bothering her?” I asked in a panic.

“Yes, and it’s been bothering her for a long time. If it’s not driven away in time, the consequences will be dire!” He looked up at me and said.

“Then… what is it? What should I do? Master, please help her! Help her!” I said, pretending to be anxious and scared.

“Well, I need to use a magical artifact to subdue that thing first. But it already knows I'm going to help you, and if I leave now, the situation could be unpredictable. The artifact is still in my shop though.” He frowned, looking somewhat troubled.

“This…you can’t leave. Can I go get it?” I readily agreed without hesitation.

“That’s the only way. Here are the keys. Quickly go to my shop and get the peach wood sword and a small yellow bag with red lettering.” He took two keys from his pocket and handed them to me.

“Okay, I’ll be back soon, probably in half an hour.” I stood up and said.

“Okay, remember it’s the small yellow bag with red lettering!” he instructed.

I took the keys and walked out without looking back, then hid behind the fire escape door. One minute…two minutes…three minutes…I waited anxiously for ten minutes. I walked to my front door, pressed my ear against the door, but heard nothing. I took out the key, gently unlocked the door, and peeked inside. Master Dong wasn’t there in the living room. I closed the door and quietly approached the room… Oh, the door was only ajar; perhaps the old lecher was afraid he wouldn't hear anything outside.

I approached the door and cautiously peeked through the crack… My wife loves nature, and she insisted on green elements in the room's decor. After much effort, I finally found wallpaper with a creamy white and light green leaf pattern that she liked. Our room was lush and green, with a strong natural feel. The room had simple wooden and bamboo furniture, and the dozen or so potted plants on the balcony were lush and green; entering the room immediately felt tranquil and natural.

But now, this peaceful and elegant room seemed to have become damp and gloomy because of my own abnormal state of mind. The sky was dark, and the room, without sunlight, gradually became gloomy. And the light blue bedding made the woman's fair skin sleeping on the bed look exceptionally alluring! It turned out that in the short ten minutes I had left and returned, that lecherous old man, Mr. Dong, had stripped my wife completely naked.

He was still dressed, and seeing his wife's curvaceous body exposed like this, a surge of heat rushed to his head, but it was clearly not an impulsive anger, but rather a thrilling excitement! Looking at my wife's body, that familiar, intimate woman's body, in this situation, the nameless excitement was far greater than when we were together day and night, especially when Mr. Dong's lecherous eyes lingered on my wife's flesh.

A feeling of anticipation welled up inside me; I hoped Mr. Dong would not only lewdly watch my wife, but also pounce on her in bed immediately… and then… and then… But thinking about what would happen next, I couldn't help but hesitate.

Finding someone to drug my wife, inviting Mr. Dong over, drugging my wife beforehand—everything was going smoothly, and things were gradually becoming reality according to my fantasies, but I still had a moral and practical fear of the consequences.

However, this fear was immediately dispelled by Mr. Dong's actions. He really did climb into bed!

This bed is a so-called "kingsize," bought by my wife after my insistence.

During our honeymoon, I fell in love with the European-sized double bed the hotel provided for newlyweds, which offered us a "spacious and free" space for our lovemaking.

But I never imagined that this spacious double bed would be occupied by a lecherous old man like Mr. Dong, who's as lewd as a male dog; what's even more arousing is that he's about to invade my lovely, pink-cheeked wife too! Mr. Dong crawled next to my wife and knelt down. I thought he was about to open his lewd mouth or reach out his lewd hands to violate my wife's curvaceous body, as a "warm-up" for the upcoming sexual activity.

But instead, the old man, like a dog, pressed his nose against my wife and began to sniff her with relish. I watched his head move from my wife's face all the way to her flawless, white legs.

Honestly, my wife's legs aren't particularly long, but her figure is very well-proportioned. When she wears a short skirt or swimsuit, the curves of her legs from her buttocks down are definitely her most attractive feature. Of course, this also increases the number of lecherous glances around us!

Master Dong sniffed her from head to toe, twice taking deep breaths on my wife's large, papaya-shaped breasts and the dark, shiny triangle between her legs, seemingly captivated by the aroma of those areas. Although his face clearly showed his lust, he had the air of a gourmet deliberately showing off his taste before savoring a delicious meal!

I thought to myself, this old lecher is not only audacious but also calm and collected. He's nothing like those ugly male actors in porn who commit adultery, rushing into things for a moment of pleasure! Could it be... could it be that he already anticipated that my round trip would be enough for him to enjoy himself slowly?

Thinking of this, Master Dong suddenly began to mutter, "Heaven and earth are both filled with energy, the turbid and the turbid are divided, righteous energy is lost, evil energy invades righteousness. Madam, do you know that your beautiful body can corrupt a man's righteous energy? Alas! I have studied Taoism for many years and am a righteous gentleman, but..." At this point, Master Dong extended his thin hands from his Tang suit and placed them on my wife's two large breasts. He continued, "But... attracted by your lustful aura, I can't resist!" As he spoke, Master Dong began to knead my wife's plump breasts, rubbing them up and down and side to side; he bent down, and his pale lips began to kiss my wife's cheeks. I began to feel a rapid reaction in my lower body, my penis throbbing with an excitement that wanted to be masturbated! When Master Dong's tongue swept across my wife's nipples, my penis, already uncomfortable from being restrained by my pants, flashed through my mind: "Your wife is about to be raped by an old man!"

The sudden shock made me instinctively turn my head and body to the side, forcing my gaze to dart away from the crack in the door. I asked myself, "Enough, enough? Your wife is such a good woman! She's been gentle and considerate to you all these years of marriage. While she might not be completely obedient, she's never done anything to betray you. And now you're actually arranging for another man to sleep with her? In a little while, your wife will be being taken by this old man. Is this really what you want to see?" What I want to see? This… is this really what I want to see? My heart pounded with anxiety. At this moment, Master Dong spoke again, saying, "Madam, the smell of your body is becoming increasingly unpleasant. There's a damp, lewd aura emanating from it. Look, that lewd smell comes from between your legs. Your afflictions are caused by this female genitalia. Now, let me taste that genitalia, and I can prescribe the right remedy to expel this evil spirit." Upon hearing this, I couldn't resist my curiosity and quickly peeked through the crack in the door. But before I knew it, my heart skipped a beat! My wife, who had been lying flat on the bed, had her beautiful legs arranged in an "M" shape! Master Dong was kneeling in the middle of that "M," his head right in the center!

When my eyes fell on that crucial area, my eyes widened in shock!

My wife has always had thick pubic hair, but to please me, she often has me trim it. Except for the triangular area above her vulva, which still has dense black hair, the area around her mons pubis is completely hairless. Now, with her legs spread, her vulva is completely exposed, her bright red labia being caressed by Mr. Dong's tongue, which I can see clearly! My fists clenched, but the immense excitement I felt was clearly from the stimulation of my wife being violated!

Although I've seen many actresses having their vulvas licked in porn, Mr. Dong's tongue is the most lewd and obscene I've ever seen. It's long and pointed, as if it was born to violate women's vulvas!

Although Master Dong was old and frail, his lewd tongue was still incredibly agile, swirling and turning, coating my wife's once-clean vulva with layer upon layer of saliva. The tightly closed opening was slightly parted under the relentless thrusting of his tongue. Master Dong seemed to notice this as well, muttering to himself, "Madam, your lewdness is indeed stronger than that of ordinary women!" Hearing this, I finally understood that this old lecher was using language to stimulate women, just like I often use vulgar language during sex with my wife—a way to release primal sexual desire. Master Dong's words were clearly a release of some kind of professional moral constraint. Although these words were an insult to my wife, I found them quite pleasing! And so, from five or six meters away, I, the husband, hid outside the door, peeping at my wife with her legs spread, being licked and fondled by an old man!

Standing outside the door, my mind felt like it was stuffed with cotton, soft and unreal, my vision filled only with the image of Master Dong buried between my wife's legs, working so hard. Looking at his sparsely haired, pointed head and his thin, kneeling body, he resembled an old monkey lying on the bank, thirstily licking the sweet spring flowing from my wife's paradise. In his eagerness, Master Dong even placed his hands under my wife's buttocks, slightly elevating her white bottom to make it easier for him to lick.

I was engrossed in watching when suddenly something between my legs began to vibrate violently. This startled me greatly; my legs, which had been squatting for a long time, suddenly felt numb and insensitive. Startled, I lost my balance and was about to fall to the floor.

I mentally cried out, "Oh no!" But in that instant, I realized that the vibrating thing was my cell phone in my pocket. Thinking this, my panic subsided immediately, and I instinctively braced myself on the floor with my hands before my body hit it. Fortunately, I had gritted my teeth and spent money to install wooden floors during the house renovation; otherwise, my sudden exertion would have not only caused pain but also likely made a noise that could have alerted others.

Good heavens! Wasn't I subconsciously relieved that I hadn't disturbed the man in the room who was sexually assaulting my wife? Wasn't I hoping that my wife would continue to be played with by Master Dong? No, I... I can't let this continue! I was about to get up immediately, but the numbness in my legs hadn't subsided. I struggled to move my body, and when I looked up, this... on the bed in the room... my eyes felt a little dizzy for a moment, because I saw that Master Dong, who had been lying between my wife's legs, had straightened up and was untying his silk trousers that were tightly bound with cotton rope! As soon as the silk trousers were loosened, the rope quickly slipped down to his knees. Master Dong continued to pull off a pair of white but slightly yellowed double-pane men's shorts, and my eyes immediately focused on the purplish-red glans and dark brown shaft of the penis he was holding in his hand.

Seeing Master Dong's penis, I was somewhat shocked. It wasn't thick, round, or long; instead, its scrotum was densely covered with about a centimeter-long, shiny, silvery-white pubic hair, almost every single one pointing straight outwards in a radiating pattern. The scrotum looked like a silver sea urchin covered in needles! I'd seen some strange, outward-pointing penises from older male actors in porn, but none as ugly and bizarre as Master Dong's.

My wife's vagina was immediately deeply penetrated by this ugly old penis. Looking at those silvery-white bristles, it must be pricking my wife's tender labia and slippery mons pubis. Although it wouldn't hurt, I was certain my wife would be unbearably itchy and numb from the pricking. If my wife had any feeling… No, no, no, I shouldn't be thinking about such things. Am I, as her husband, really going to let that lecherous old man rape my wife just to satisfy my own lustful fantasies?

My pounding heart intensified the dilation of my veins, giving me a tingling sensation—the same indescribable feeling I had every time I watched "The Husband's Violation of a Beautiful Wife," when the AV actress became my wife, being forcefully violated by a man! But… but was I really going to turn this inappropriate fantasy into reality? In my turmoil, Master Dong's myna-like voice rang out again!

"Madam, after careful observation, I've realized your source of lust has been corrupted by a lustful evil spirit. Fortunately, the demonic influence isn't too deep. Now, I, this layman, will use decades of pure yang energy to dispel the evil. My virility is abundant in essence; if you experience any discomfort during the process, you must be patient. The effects will be seen in a moment, so don't worry…" Master Dong's tone was lewd when he said that "oh," his intentions were crystal clear! Just now he said "virility is abundant in essence," and the thought of that made my lustful thoughts run wild again.

When I calmed myself down and looked again, heavens! Master Dong was already kneeling, his legs spread wide, between my wife's open vulva. He leaned forward slightly, pressing his abdomen as close as possible to her genitals. His left hand rested on the triangular area of her vulva, while his right hand, gripping his ugly penis, guided it towards the entrance… Seeing this, I felt my blood rush to my head and my breath catch in my throat. No, perhaps the stimulation was too great, and my body naturally held its breath to calm itself.

My wife's vulva was finally about to be penetrated by another man's penis; my young and lovely wife was about to mate with this lewd old man! Many thoughts suddenly flashed through my mind: Master Dong pressing down on my wife and fucking her hard; Master Dong's penis rapidly penetrating my wife's vagina; Master Dong's penis forcefully pounding against my wife's uterus; Master Dong, unable to keep up, finally burying his penis deep into my wife's vagina and forcefully ejaculating his thick semen; and thick semen flowing out of my wife's vagina; soon after, my wife told me that she was pregnant with Master Dong's child... This series of images gave me a series of huge shocks... The shocks completely dispelled my thoughts of stepping forward to stop it! At that moment, I knew it was too late to turn back, because the purplish-red, cone-shaped glans of Master Dong's dark brown penis was pressing against the labia minora at the entrance of my wife's vagina. The scene I had fantasized about countless times was now so real that I was powerless to squeeze my burning, iron-hard penis with my thighs.

In that instant, I closed my eyes tightly, hesitant and uneasy, thinking: I really doubt whether I can accept the scene of Master Dong penetrating my wife's body. "Ah... the lewd energy is indeed incredibly powerful!" Hearing Master Dong's words, tinged with joy and a sigh, those all-too-familiar close-up images of a woman's vagina being slowly penetrated by a man's penis flashed before my dark eyes again. I couldn't help but open my eyes wide and look at the bed in the room... This... Master Dong was now half-bent over, his upper body closer to my wife's supine, snow-white body. From that position, their lower bodies were already connected, and the fact that they were having sex was a fact in my eyes! My wife's beautiful figure, her large breasts, and her perfectly tight little pussy, which I had always been proud of, were now being conquered by another man! My heart was in turmoil, and my eyes began to scatter.

But when my eyes unconsciously swept over their lower abdomens, which were almost touching, I was shocked to discover: Master Dong... he didn't insert his penis into my wife's body! When I looked again, Master Dong was still holding his penis in his right hand, rubbing the glans and shaft against my wife's vulva, mons pubis, and groin. Was he going to continue teasing her before actually penetrating her? This unexpected action filled me with curiosity, yet also a sense of reassurance.

From a distance, he moved his hips, his buttocks swaying occasionally, just like normal intercourse; his glans would sometimes forcefully push into my wife's vulva, and each time, the old man would squint and squint, looking uncomfortable, yet letting out a soft sigh of pleasure. Seeing him do this several times without any further advance, I realized that although the old man was lustful and thirsty for my wife, he was ultimately afraid of getting into trouble!

No wonder he was so leisurely talking to himself earlier; he had no intention of raping my wife during my movements. Although he was extremely audacious, he was still quite clear-headed. I think he's probably afraid I'll examine my wife's body when I come. Even if he doesn't ejaculate inside, the vagina will still reflexively leak fluid after a round of penetration. If I notice, I, as her husband, will definitely not let this lecherous man get away with it!

Looking at the old man's appearance, and thinking that he's all lust and no guts, my sadness eased a little. But the eager, long-awaited penis in my pants couldn't hide its disappointment, and its passion waned! "Damn it, your hole hasn't been violated, why are you disappointed?" I couldn't help but reach out and squeeze that inhuman beast's thing hard, but that squeeze was also quite stimulating.

Just as I was about to berate myself again, I heard Master Dong urgently say, "A righteous person should take it upon themselves to slay demons and subdue evil spirits. As the saying goes, 'Eliminating evil must be thorough!' Madam, this layman's Yuan Yang Divine Skill will now subdue the evil spirits that disturb you. After completing a small cycle of energy, you will temporarily achieve perfect merit. Now, sincerely pray and receive the immortal water bestowed by the ancestral master! Oh... oh ah... uh ah... ah ah ah..." I looked up and stared straight at Master Dong on the bed. I saw his left hand pressed against my wife's right breast, her plump breasts bulging and squeezing at the base of his fingers . This old lecher, you're too rough!

His purplish-black glans was pressing against the entrance of my wife's vagina, while his right hand was rapidly and powerfully stroking his shaft. The old man's features seemed to be tense and squeezed together. His grimacing expression contrasted sharply with my wife's calm and pure beauty, highlighting the difference between evil and righteousness. But my wife, under the influence of lust, was giving me wave after wave of powerful pleasure!

As Master Dong's waist jerked violently, followed by a series of tremors throughout his body, I immediately stared at his penis, which was gripped tightly in his right hand. The purplish-red, cone-shaped glans throbbed and spurted out thick, white semen in rapid succession! One, two, three… each jet of semen forcefully splattered onto my wife's vulva.

The thick, white semen, like a large smear of paste, covered her vulva, obscuring her vibrant red labia majora and minora. Only then did Master Dong's facial features relax, and he breathed out a blissful, satisfied sigh, wiping the small amount of semen that had dripped from his glans onto my wife's tender, white inner thighs.

Watching Master Dong's semen dripping and sticking onto my wife's vulva, I felt an unusual stimulation and satisfaction, yet also a sense of relief that the outcome wasn't too bad. The conflict in my emotions, the struggle between lust and morality, all eased.

Inside the room, Master Dong reached for a box of tissues on the dressing table beside the bed, pulled out five or six tissues to wipe away the thick splatter of semen from my wife, chanting, "Where righteous energy arrives, evil energy retreats; ancestral holy water, demons and ghosts submit!" He pulled out another five or six tissues, finally cleaning the semen stains from my wife's vulva.

Master Dong stuffed the tissues soaked in "honey" into his bag, his eyes still gleaming with lust as he scanned my wife's still naked, fair and tender body on the large bed. He then reached out and fondled her two breasts, kneading them for a while before the old man actually pressed himself against my wife! Could it be that he was finally overcome with lust and was about to truly rape my wife?

Master Dong then began sucking on my wife's large breast, his tongue circling the nipple. After a moment, he said, "Madam, you were born with this lustful body; you must have been a prostitute in your past life, and now you're suffering the consequences of your lust! Your husband should be back soon. Allow me to use my skills a little more to give you a protective talisman for now!" He then got out of bed.

Seeing him get out, I immediately turned and retreated. My legs were still a little numb, but I knew this was the end of it for now. The old man was going to smooth things over, and it was time for me to continue the charade. So, I carefully walked out of the door and closed it.

I hid in the fire escape for a full ten minutes, giving the old man ample time to clean up the "battle bed."

During those ten minutes, I was lost in thought, remembering how my wife and I had known each other, how gentle and pure she was during our intimate moments.

Thinking of my wife's good qualities, I felt both self-loathing and a slight sense of relief that the outcome wouldn't be too bad! Thankfully, it was a close call, and my wife preserved her virginity. As for me… I finally understood the abnormal desire my wife felt when she was violated by another man! It was incredibly exciting, and I fulfilled my fantasies today, but it turns out… it turns out I wasn't entirely willing for my wife to be raped. Maybe it's a strange thought stemming from watching too many pornographic films.

When I got home and inserted the key into the lock, I habitually turned it to the right, "Click!" Hmm… why won't the door open? A thought flashed through my mind: could it be that the old man finally couldn't resist and took advantage of my absence to rape my wife? So… so he locked the door to prevent me from suddenly entering!

Thinking about this, I groaned. Remembering the past ten minutes, my wife being brutally violated by Master Dong on the bed—wasn't I just stupidly waiting for them to finish?

My heart pounded with anxiety. I hurriedly turned the key back to its original position and then forcefully turned it to the right, mentally planning to rush into the room as soon as the door opened and beat that old lecher to a pulp, then call the police… No, someone as innocent as my wife wouldn't be able to handle that. I couldn't call the police… Just as I thought this, "click," the lock opened. I quickly pushed the door open and rushed into the house. I was about to storm from the living room into the bedroom

, seething with anger, when I noticed someone sitting on the sofa! I looked up and saw Mr. Dong, that old lecher, sitting upright and proper, his eyes fixed straight ahead, his expression serious and earnest! I immediately stopped, suppressing my burgeoning anger.

"Why are you so late?" Mr. Dong said, looking at me.

I stammered, "I… just now… I…" "Did something happen?" Mr. Dong asked, looking at me.

"Well… like this… just now I… I went to your shop… but… but the key… just wouldn't open the door…" I replied.

Master Dong nodded slightly and said, "Yes, that's right. There was a problem with my lock, I'm sorry you had to come all this way for nothing." I quickly said, "Yes! Then... what should we do if we can't get that thing now?" Master Dong calmly said, "It's alright. I just performed a ritual for your wife. The evil spirit that was harassing her was a lecherous ghost that had been practicing for a long time and had some power, but it has been driven away by my ancestor's holy water and talismans." "Then... that's great! Master, then... what should we do next?" Master Dong took out two yellow talismans with red characters from his bag and handed them to me, saying, "Put one under the mattress, and burn the other. Give her the ashes and water to drink, and that will be the end of it. If there are any further problems, come find me!" I cursed inwardly, "You old lecher, you still want to see my wife again? Unless you're dead!" But I said aloud:

"Thank you, Master Dong! May I go in and take a look?" "Of course, this is your wife. If you don't see her, who will?" As the old man said this, I clearly saw a lewd glint flash across his face, but he immediately put on a sanctimonious expression.

He stood up and walked over to me, saying, "Alright, mission accomplished. I won't bother you any longer. I'm going back now." I immediately took out five hundred-yuan bills from my pocket and handed them to him with both hands, saying, "This is just for your travel expenses, please don't be shy!" Master Dong didn't refuse, nor did he even look at the amount;

he took it and stuffed it into his bag. At that moment, I was furious. This time, because of my recklessness, I had almost lost everything! This old man's hands had touched my wife's body; his mouth had sucked on my wife's breasts and licked my wife's vulva; his glans had touched my vulva; his penis had even ejaculated on my wife's vulva. Although we hadn't actually had intercourse, I had still been sexually assaulted by him. Now, I, as her husband, had to give him money. Wasn't this utterly humiliating?

I was furious inside, but my face remained respectful. I said, "I'm so grateful for the trouble you've gone to for my wife!" Master Dong said as he walked towards the door, "For us Taoists, subduing demons and monsters is our duty. Don't mention it. Yes, I've drawn talismans on your wife's hands, feet, and forehead. Have her drink the talisman water, then you can have her wash them off. Call me if you have any further questions. Goodbye!" I didn't ask any more questions and saw him out into the elevator.

Closing the door, I rushed into the room. My wife was still lying quietly in bed, dressed, but her sleeves and trousers were rolled up. Her arms and legs were covered in random patterns, and her forehead was also painted with red cinnabar, the bright red standing out starkly against her white skin. Thinking back to the past half hour, she had been pinned down on the bed and wantonly played with by an old man… I, her husband, was the mastermind behind it all!

I stood in front of the bed, staring blankly at my wife. Just then, the sun began to break through the clouds outside, and the gloomy atmosphere in the room gradually dissipated. Looking at my wife's pretty face, I immediately remembered the ugly look of the old lecher's face when he ejaculated, his features squeezed together, and that ugly, hairy penis that had almost penetrated my wife's body!

Filled with remorse, I blurted out to my wife in bed, "Wife, I'm so sorry! I swear, I'll never betray you again!"

[The End]
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