[JUR-688] NTR at a Lively Bar: The Wife Who Said ‘It’s for You’ Became Addicted to the Crowd of Men Around Her – Taoyuan Reina

I watched my wife, Taoyuan Reina, get swallowed by that crowd of sweaty bodies at the happening bar. She said it was for me, that she’d get us free drinks, but her eyes were already glazed over, her big tits bouncing as strange hands grabbed her. I saw her moan when some stranger’s fingers slipped inside her panties, and she didn’t pull away. She just spread her legs wider, letting him finger her wet pussy right there in the open. I was frozen, my cock hard in my pants, watching my mature wife become a whore for those men. They passed her around like a toy, each one taking a turn to grope her ass, pinch her nipples, and whisper dirty things in her ear. And she loved it, her body trembling with each new touch, her mouth open in silent screams of pleasure. I could see her juices dripping down her thighs, and I knew she was already lost, already obsessed with the crowd of men around her.

Then they took her to the back room, and I followed like a pathetic shadow. She was on her knees, taking two cocks in her mouth at once, her eyes rolled back as they fucked her face. Another man was behind her, ramming his dick into her cunt, the sound of wet slaps filling the room. She was moaning around the cocks in her mouth, her ass bouncing as he pounded her. I saw her cum, her body convulsing as she screamed, but they didn’t stop. They just kept using her, filling her with creampie after creampie. I watched my wife, the mother of my children, become a cum dump for a dozen strangers. And I couldn’t look away. My own hand was on my cock, jerking off to the sight of her degradation. She looked at me once, her eyes full of lust and shame, and then she turned back to the cock in her mouth, sucking it like it was the last thing she’d ever taste.

When it was over, she crawled to me, her body covered in sweat and cum, her face a mess of mascara and saliva. She whispered, ‘It was for you, baby. All for you.’ But I knew the truth. She was addicted, obsessed with the feeling of being used by a crowd of men. I took her home, and she fucked me with a hunger I’d never seen, her pussy still dripping with other men’s seed. She rode me hard, screaming my name, but I knew she was imagining the bar, the hands, the cocks. I came inside her, adding my own creampie to the mix, and she smiled, that same glazed look in her eyes. I knew then that our marriage was over, that I was just another man in her harem of cuckolds. And I loved it.