Chapter 5 – The night my wife was taken by someone else
I have no way back.
After Lan Anh forgave me, I was still sweet, still bought flowers, still hugged my wife to sleep every night, but in my mind there was only one thought: I had to do it for real. I texted Tan continuously, my voice trembling, talking about my wife, sending pictures of her in a tight office dress, and bikini pictures from our honeymoon. Tan only replied briefly, his voice low but full of confidence:
“Bring your wife here. I will make her so happy she will forget who you are.”
That day I took a day off from work, took my wife to a fancy restaurant, watched a romantic movie, and held her hand like when we were students. Lan Anh smiled brightly, her eyes sparkling, I was both happy and heartbroken. After the movie, I said I was tired and asked my wife to go to the hotel to rest for a bit. She nodded without any doubt.
Room 69. I mixed the orange juice, my hands shaking as I dropped 18 drops of medicine (I intentionally added more than instructed). My wife came out of the shower, wrapped only in a towel, her wet hair dripping down her cleavage, her nipples clearly visible on the towel. She drank the glass of orange juice I gave her, smiling and saying: “It’s so sweet, isn’t it?”
Less than ten minutes later, his wife’s face was red, her body was burning, her legs were trembling. She bit her lips, her eyes were glistening with tears, her voice was broken:
“Husband… I… I’m so uncomfortable… fuck me… faster…”
I hugged my wife, kissed her for a while to warm her up, then whispered, my voice trembling:
“Baby, let’s play blindfolded today? It’ll add to the feeling…”
Lan Anh was craving like crazy, nodding her head vigorously. I covered her eyes tightly with a towel, my heart was pounding like crazy. I signaled under the bed.
Tan stepped out. He was about 32, 1m85 tall, muscular, tanned, angular, and smelled strongly of masculine cologne. His cock was already hard in his shorts, so big that I swallowed. He looked at me, winked, then gently approached.
Tan pressed my wife down on her back and slowly pulled the towel off. Her two white breasts popped out, her pink nipples already hard. He bent down and took one breast in his mouth, sucking lightly, while his hand caressed the other. Lan Anh moaned softly:
“Husband… you are so gentle today… it feels good…”
Tan pulled down my wife’s panties, spread her thighs, and bent down to lick. His long tongue swept slowly from bottom to top, sucking her clitoris very gently. Lan Anh arched her body, her pussy juices flowing out, wetting Tan’s mouth:
“Ah… husband… licking feels so good… I’m about to come…”
Tan held his cock, rubbed it against my wife’s pussy a few times, then slowly pushed it in. All the way in one go. His cock was much bigger than mine, my wife’s pussy was stretched to its maximum. Lan Anh shouted:
“HURT!!! Why is it so big!!! It’s not my husband’s dick!!!”
She struggled, trying to remove the blindfold. Her limbs were limp from the drugs but she still struggled fiercely, tears streaming down her face:
“Let me go! Minh!! Where are you?! Don’t let him fuck me!!!”
Tan held my wife’s wrists tightly, his voice warm and gentle, coaxing:
“Calm down… I just want to make you happy… you’re really craving it… let me help you…”
Lan Anh shook her head and cried:
“No!! Let go!! Minh!! Save me!!”
But Tan did not stop. He began to thrust slowly, deeply, each thrust going all the way to the end. My wife’s pussy contracted crazily around the strange cock, white liquid flowing out. Lan Anh still resisted, trying to push him away, her mouth cursing nonstop:
“You bastard! Minh!! Why did you do this to me?!”
Tan lost his patience. He held my wife’s hands tightly, and while pushing hard, he punched her several times in the lower abdomen. Pop! Pop! Pop!
“Shut up, whore! That’s what your husband wants! Your pussy is sucking my cock so well!”
Lan Anh was in excruciating pain and cried out, but each punch made her pussy contract more strongly, her juices gushed out. Tan cursed and punched my wife repeatedly on the stomach and thighs as he fucked her. Red marks appeared on her white skin.
I sat on the sofa opposite, my hand frantically stroking my cock. I thought I would be jealous, would be in pain. But no. Seeing my wife – a young, elegant, and dignified teacher – being pinned down and abused by another man, being beaten, being cursed, tears streaming down her face but her pussy still squirting wildly… I was hornier than ever. My cock was as hard as iron, shooting waves of cum onto the floor without even touching it. I never thought I would enjoy seeing my wife treated so roughly.
Tan suddenly slowed down, only thrusting lightly, his big cock thrusting deep in and then stopping completely. My wife’s pussy contracted frantically around the strange cock, as if it was clinging to it and not wanting it to leave. The drug had penetrated too deeply, Lan Anh’s body completely betrayed her reason. She arched her hips instinctively, trying to find more feeling, her mouth moaning and begging:
“Don’t stop… deeper… I need… I need it…”
Tan sneered, leaned down and whispered in my wife’s ear:
“Like it? Your pussy is sucking my cock so hard, it tastes better than your useless husband’s cock, right?”
Lan Anh shook her head, tears streaming down her face, but her hips still automatically arched up, her pussy swallowing his cock every time Tan pulled out a little. Tan knew she had lost. He suddenly pulled his cock out completely, leaving her pink pussy gaping in desire, her juices flowing in streams.
Lan Anh panicked, her legs automatically spread wider, her mouth stammered:
“Don’t pull out… put it back in… I… I can’t take it…”
Tan slapped my wife hard on the thigh, then punched her repeatedly in the lower abdomen – slap slap slap – while hitting and cursing:
“If you want cock, you have to know your place! Bark, bitch! Bark loudly for your husband to hear!”
Lan Anh was in excruciating pain, her whole body was shaking, tears were streaming down her face, but her pussy was leaking more and more each time she was spanked. She was scared, scared of being left alone in this burning desire, scared of not being filled by that big cock anymore. She bit her lip until it bled, then finally gave in:
“Woof… woof woof… I’m a bitch… woof woof…”
The weak barking gradually became lewd, echoing between the sounds of skin slapping as Tan thrusted in again. He lifted my wife up, doggy style in mid-air, his two hands holding her thighs tightly, thrusting like a sewing machine. Each thrust was a miserable “woof” mixed with pleasure coming from my wife’s mouth.
Tan shot his first load, filling my wife’s pussy, hot sperm spilling out with each thrust. He didn’t stop, continued thrusting, shooting a second time all over her face, her hair, her chest. Lan Anh could only moan, her eyes half-closed, her mouth still instinctively muttering “woof… woof…”
I sat there, my hand stroking my cock nonstop, shooting again and again. Looking at my wife crying and barking, being tortured and yet eagerly receiving it – I knew she was completely defeated by Tan’s cock, from tonight, Lan Anh was no longer just my wife.
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