"Madam, move your hands," a man's voice chimed in the camera.
But of course, my wife was covering her breasts with her hands. The young man went behind my wife, put his hands around her back, and pulled her arms away from her chest, exposing her voluptuous breasts. Who among us would undress outdoors? Surely there were women who enjoyed exhibitionism as a sexual preference. But my wife wasn't that type. We didn't even have that much sex. While I felt a surge of rage at the men who were making a woman who had no sexual interest in me do this as if it were an adult video, seeing my wife like this was also bringing forth emotions I'd never experienced before.
"Madam, do you want your hands tied again?" the man filming said to my wife, who was still resisting. The man's grip on my wife's arm relaxed. Then the young man let go of her, and she placed her arms next to her chest, wanting to hide but unable to, her gestures clearly showing her desire to hide even a little. There I saw my wife, her hands clenched into fists, her eyes closed in pain, looking down. It was a beautiful sunny day, the perfect word for it, and I found myself completely naked in a park in nowhere. I found myself completely engrossed in the DVD, completely oblivious to my surroundings.
"Let's go for a walk," a man said, and my wife started walking. She walked through the park, completely naked and wearing only slippers, an unusual outfit. The park had a narrow path surrounded by trees, like a jogging path, and no one seemed to be around. My wife was leading the way down that path. If someone were coming from the front, they'd definitely see my naked body. But maybe someone was coming from behind? These doubts made me so nervous I could feel my own pulse.
Then the footage changed. The camera must have stopped for a moment. But it was in what appeared to be the same park as before. Trees were reflected against the ground, covered with dead branches and weeds. The angle shifted to the right, revealing the same naked wife. It seemed to be a bit off the beaten path, rather than a common one. I could see something resembling the jogging path I'd seen earlier in the background, but it was a bit shadier and a bit more secluded. The jogging path was visible in the distance, and my wife, now completely naked in the shade of a tangle of trees, was now in the distance.
A young man approached her from behind, put his arm around her, and began to feel her breasts. He traced the surface with his fingers, gradually testing its softness, and gently felt its elasticity. He gradually increased the area he touched, and began to knead her breasts with his entire hand, testing the feel. Her breasts were lifted up by the man's hands, and, following gravity, they clung to his hands. He played with them from bottom to top, then from top to bottom, and then they returned to their original shape as if asking to be kneaded again. It was an erotic sight, almost as if he was being manipulated by the man's hands.
"Your wife's breasts are soft and firm, and feel so good. Married women are the best," the man said to her in a condescending tone as he kneaded her breasts. He humiliated my wife, making her feel like she deserved to have him do whatever he wanted with her body.
Then the man put his hands on her shoulders and began to lower her hips. At the same time, he turned her sideways so that he was facing her. The man's crotch was right in front of my wife's face. I could see it was bulging, even on the screen. The man loosened his belt and began to pull his jeans and pants down to his knees. He then looked up and began to press his bulging penis against my wife's face. Perhaps my wife no longer had the strength to resist, or perhaps her body was reacting to the vibrator inserted and her breasts being squeezed, but she began to wrap her mouth around the bulging penis as if it were the most natural thing in the world. I'd never seen my wife lick another man's penis. That's only natural. Objectively, most men have probably never seen their wife lick a man. I could feel my heart pounding. My wife took it in her whole mouth and licked it from bottom to top.
I didn't want to see it. That was my honest impression. I looked away from the screen, collapsed onto my back on the bed, and just stared at the ceiling, as if abandoning myself to a state where I wasn't sure whether it was reality or a dream.