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I wondered how much time had passed. The tears that had been flowing from my eyes had dried up, and I found myself simply staring at the images on the computer screen, as if in a surreal space, as if watching television. My wife's lower body was naked, and what was projected on the screen was a close-up of her private parts, something I'd never seen before on a computer screen. From her face to her nipples peeking out from under her gym clothes, to her lower body… Of course, there was no editing, proving that it was a private video. That's why what my wife was doing seemed so unreal.
"See, you know what we're going to do today, don't you? Don't move," a man's voice said.
Then, from the side of the screen, the man approached my wife. He brought a white object he was holding close to her private parts. The next moment, I heard the sound of spraying. It was shaving cream. The man was applying shaving cream to my wife's private parts. It was the kind of cheap stuff you often see at 100-yen shops. The shaving cream sprayed out of the sprayer, shaped to fit over my wife's pubic hair, and the man was rubbing it in with his hands, all the way to the roots. The man sprayed the shaving cream on top of it several times, as if he was playing with my wife's crotch.
I already knew what was going to happen next. The man took out a razor and began shaving my wife's pubic hair from between her legs, along with the shaving cream. The screen showed a close-up of my wife's crotch, and as the razor moved, tracing the white lather, I could see the color of her skin. Her pubic hair was a mixture of short and shaved. It was roughly shaved and then wiped off with a towel, leaving many short hairs unshaved. The man then sprayed more shaving cream on top of it and began shaving the remaining hair with the razor again. After the razor had passed, all the remaining short hairs were gone, revealing my wife's skin. I had never seen parts of her before, covered in pubic hair, and it was probably something even my wife had never seen before. Little by little, my wife's crotch was reduced to that of a child.
It was when he had shaved about half of it. The screen began to move upwards. I imagined my wife's expression would be displayed. I wondered what it would look like. The screen slowly moved, showing my wife's breasts, then up from her neck.
My wife had a penis in her mouth. I thought one man was holding the camera steady, but there were at least two men. It seemed more like she was being forced to suck it than the other way around. The man held the back of my wife's head with both hands and thrust his swollen penis into her mouth, repeatedly thrusting it in and out. Shaving cream had been applied to her lower body, and her pubic hair was being shaved while the penis was thrust into her mouth. My wife's hands were behind her back, her legs spread wide so that she was facing the camera, and the man's hands were holding her face, forcing it to turn to the left. Her expression was obscured by the man's grip. The scene was one of pleasure, with the man using my wife's face as if she were an object, her obedient sex slave.
The screen then returned to my wife's lower body. It showed no hair between her legs, revealing a private part unlike anything I'd ever seen before, almost like a child's. Just looking at it, it was hard to tell what had changed. Then I heard my wife's voice.
"Gokokogor… uh… kaah," she gasped.
As if responding to the sound, my wife's face appeared on the screen. The man's penis was in her mouth all the way to the base. She was struggling in pain, having a foreign object deep in her throat and unable to breathe. Her body must have reacted, causing her to let out involuntary, voiceless sobs.
"Gooooooooh," a mechanical-like sobbing voice echoed throughout the room.
My wife desperately held the man's thighs with her hands, trying to pull away from his face. Then the man pulled out his penis. My wife, who had been held down by the man's hands, was released, her expression desperate. Tears were flowing from her eyes, and a sticky liquid mixed with saliva was dripping from her mouth. Several strings of sticky liquid, stringy like natto, were connecting from my wife's mouth to his penis. With her on the verge of vomiting, the man's penis had entered a place where only food can normally enter. It was just like the deep throating you see in adult videos.
The man was about to insert his penis into my wife, who was in agony. He grabbed her face and inserted his penis, still dripping, into her mouth. She accepted it without protesting. He then thrust it deep into her throat, violating it over and over again.
"Ahhh, ahhh… uuh," my wife's voiceless cries echoed throughout the room as the man's penis violated her throat as he pleased.
The man's voice echoed over and over again, overlapping with hers. "Ohhh… I'm coming…"
And with that, the man released a milky white liquid into the back of her throat. My wife then quickly removed her face from the man's. She didn't spit out the milky white liquid the man had ejaculated. She must have swallowed it as it was in the back of her throat.
Then the man's voice was heard. "Noriko, it seems you're gradually becoming aware of your role as our slave."
My wife, shown on the screen, had an exhausted expression on her face after having been released from her suffering.
"Your body belongs to us. Look, we're filming it, so let's do something more interesting," the man said.
He then told my wife to get on all fours, and she obediently complied. She was stripped of her gym clothes and left completely naked. The man then shaved her pubic hair and inserted himself into her. Without even a caress, he penetrated her, leaving her smooth vagina after shaving… This indicated that the relationship between these men and my wife was not easy.
The man repeatedly thrust into her from behind. Gradually, I could hear my wife's moans. I was shown clearly my wife moaning as she was penetrated by a man other than her husband. Unlike the DVDs I had seen before, the footage showed her relationship with the men was progressing, and with the information from Akasaka that she was having an affair, all these things mixed together, and I felt as if my wife was being transported to a distant place.
"Noriko, this isn't what I mean by interesting," the man said as he penetrated her.
The thrusting speed increased, and my wife's moans grew louder and more lustful. I had never seen my wife moan like this in front of me.
"Today was supposed to be the day your husband comes home," the man said.
My wife didn't respond.
"Do you still hate it when I talk about your husband? You don't seem to understand, your body belongs to us," the man said, and he increased the speed of his thrusts.
My wife then began to moan, almost screaming.
"Do you understand?" the man asked.
"Yes, I do… uu," she replied.
I could tell she was desperately trying to hold back her voice, feeling embarrassed. But even so, the fact that she was moaning so loudly only intensified the sense of loss I felt. Her breasts shook with each thrust from behind, and the sight of her connected with the man filled the room with eroticism.
"Listen, don't cook for your husband today. I'm going to show him that you no longer belong to him," the man said.
I knew she was in no condition to calmly assess the situation. My wife was already consumed by pleasure, and she could only look toward the man who was giving her that pleasure.
"Yes, I understand. I won't cook for you… hmm… aaahhh," my wife said as her body began to tremble. She had reached the peak of pleasure. The man had brought her to the height of pleasure, and she had given herself over to it. It wasn't just sex with the man; her body and mind had been taken over.
Both my wife and the man remained motionless for a while. She collapsed to the floor, face and chest limp with pleasure, while the man's hands supported her lower body, firmly connected to him. She collapsed with her arms outstretched, and her breasts were sticking out from her sides, her nipples painfully erect.
"When your husband comes home today, there will be no dinner. You're the kind of woman who listens to us more than to him. Do you understand?" the man asked.
My wife remained collapsed, only moving slightly to breathe.
"You're our woman. Not just a wife or a mother, but we see you as a woman. Do you understand?" the man said.
He then began thrusting, urging his unresponsive wife. At the same time, my wife's moans echoed throughout the room.
"And one more thing, I want you to go out to eat alone today, and have your husband fill up your car with gas at a gas station. Not by yourself, but at a place where someone will fill it up, okay?" the man said.
Perhaps the woman would give herself over to the words whispered with pleasure. My wife quickly replied, "Yes, I'll do anything…"
Hearing this, the man, as if he'd finished, increased the speed of his thrusts and injected his semen into my wife.
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