The Husband Who Sold Me for His Secrets

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How humiliating is caning in Southeast Asia? Under the eyes of several muscular men, my dress was roughly lifted, and I was caned, while my husband became so excited that his body reacted. That night, I finally experienced a long-lost pleasure...

My name is Jenna Parker, twenty-eight years old, married, with a child.

After I gave birth last year, maybe because of my hormones, my needs in that area grew stronger and stronger, but my husband Ryan Miller no longer wanted to touch me.

We went to the hospital for tests, and there was nothing wrong with his body.

And after giving birth, I had taken my recovery training seriously, so my figure was still curvy and full, even a cup size bigger than before I had the baby...

The doctor guessed that the problem came from two things.

First, a natural delivery inevitably affected Ryans experience in that area.

Second, Ryan had been with me in the delivery room himself, and he might have been shocked by it and developed a psychological block.

To find our happiness again, the two of us went on a second honeymoon and started a one-month trip through Southeast Asia.

After we arrived at our destination and had just gotten off the plane, my husband suddenly gave me a suggestive look and handed me a small box.

Go put it on in the restroom!

I asked curiously, What is this?

He pushed me into the bathroom, leaned close to my ear, and smiled wickedly. Go put it on, and Ill take you out for some fun!

He took me to a crowded subway.

The eyes of strangers made me feel extremely embarrassed, and they also made me more sensitive.

My husband controlled his phone, making it impossible for me to stand steady in the packed crowd.

I anxiously grabbed my husbands arm.

He leaned close to my ear, his breath rushing over my earlobe and neck, ticklish and electric. Is it fun?

I was ashamed and annoyed, and I pinched him hard.

If there had not been so many people around, I really would have snapped at him!

But my husband wrapped an arm around me, and I could even feel his excitement.

Jenna, lets go back to the hotel!

After saying that, he roughly pulled me along and hurried out of the subway station.

My heart trembled, full of anticipation.

If this trick worked, it was not like I could not cooperate with him.

However, after he lay on top of me and kissed and nibbled for less than a minute, his expression collapsed.

My husband went to the bathroom with a bitter face to change his underwear, then smoked a cigarette, his tone filled with self-blame.

Im sorry, I...

I held him tightly and comforted him softly.

Its okay, well take it slow! Since we found a method, youll recover sooner or later!

That was what I said, but my heart felt hollow and especially disappointed.

After he fell into a deep sleep, I felt like a hundred claws were scratching at my heart, my whole body burning hot, and I tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

Early the next morning, my husband acted mysterious again and took out a white dress, urging me to change into it.

The dress had a great cut, with a cinched waist and low neckline, and it showed off my figure completely.

But the fabric was too thin and light, and through it, the color and pattern of my underwear could be clearly seen, so I was too embarrassed to wear it outside.

My husband pleaded in a low voice, Please! The moment I see you in a dress, I think of the first time we met, and this dress fulfills my fantasy!

If your underwear can be seen... then just dont wear any underneath! Anyway, were abroad, and no one knows us, and everything is for our happiness in the future...

Seeing my husband staring at me with shining eyes, I gritted my teeth and nodded in agreement.

My husband was full of enthusiasm, carrying a DSLR camera on his back as he took me through all kinds of crowded tourist spots and beaches.

From time to time, he took a photo of me, saying he wanted to preserve my most beautiful side.

I could clearly feel countless burning gazes looking at me, as if their eyes had already pierced through my clothes.

The bolder ones even came up to hit on me.

At dusk, a tall foreign man with a high nose suddenly stopped me, took out a wad of cash, and invited me to spend a wonderful night with him.

Looking at his solid muscles, thick chest hair, and bulging swim trunks...

I actually had a shameful physical reaction, and some embarrassing images appeared in my mind against my will.

I instinctively looked for help toward my husband, who had been taking pictures of me not far away.

Only then did I realize that my husband was gone!

Before I could come back to my senses, that foreign man grabbed me and forcibly dragged me toward a row of shower stalls by the beach.

I struggled desperately, but he suddenly gave me a suggestive look and reached under my dress.

No, dont! Im not that kind of woman...

My fierce struggling did not make that foreign man let go, and he smiled wickedly as he asked back in English.

Are you sure?

Judging from his posture, he was about to lift my dress.

A powerful sense of shame instantly swept over my whole body.

If he really lifted it, everyone would see...

I clenched my teeth and held down my dress, trying to stop him from lifting it.

But the small toy made me feel uncomfortable.

Dont do this, let go right now, or Ill call the police!

There was a sob in my voice as I pleaded in a low voice.

At the same time, I felt secretly angry, wondering where my husband had gone and why he had not come to help me out.

The commotion between the two of us drew some peoples attention.

A kind person tried to ask what was going on, but the foreign man grabbed my dress and threatened me, publicly claiming that we were a couple.

I was filled with shame and anger, but how would I dare to provoke him outright?

He was very strong, and he easily picked me up and rushed into a shower stall, his hands wandering restlessly over my body.

Oh... youre really hot!

The scent of male hormones rushed toward me, and my whole body went weak, leaving me with no strength to struggle.

In that instant, a thought even flashed through my mind.

If I really got violated... it would not be my fault!

At the critical moment, a burst of urgent knocking sounded at the door, and among the voices was my husbands shout!

My heart trembled, and he had finally come!

For some reason, I actually felt a little empty and disappointed?

As the shower stall door was forced open, several short, stocky, dark-skinned men in uniforms drove the foreign man away.

My husband held me and softly comforted me.

Waaah... why did you only come now?

I threw myself into my husbands arms.

Before I could come back to my senses, one of the staff members scolded me coldly.

Come with us! You are suspected of violating regulations by soliciting, and you have already broken our local law!

I was instantly dumbfounded. No, I didnt...

My husband also hurriedly defended me, but unfortunately, they did not believe us at all and forcibly took us to a nearby administration office.

The staff member explained with a serious face.

Locally, sex work was legal, but one had to be licensed and follow regulations!

Otherwise, one would be prosecuted and might even be sentenced.

My husband and I panicked completely.

But the staff member looked impatient. If we didnt have solid evidence, we wouldnt arrest people casually! According to the report from that foreign gentleman just now, you werent wearing anything under your dress, and you deliberately lifted your dress to seduce him.

Do you dare let our people take off your dress and check?

I was so angry I was almost crying, and I resentfully hit my husband a few times with my fists.

Its all your fault, if you hadnt...

What were we going to do now? Even if I jumped into the Yellow River, I would not be able to wash myself clean!

My husband also became anxious, gritting his teeth as he took all kinds of documents from his backpack.

Were husband and wife, and we were just playing around a little as a couple, taking some photos...

As he spoke, he even pulled up the photos in the camera.

In the photos, I posed in all kinds of seductive positions, making the staff members stare until their eyes almost went straight.

Pairs of lecherous eyes swept over my body.

I lowered my head in embarrassment and did not dare meet their eyes at all.

After my husband explained and pleaded in every possible way, the staff members finally relented and gave up on sending us to the police station, and they no longer mentioned prosecution.

But according to local laws and regulations, we had to endure three lashes of caning!

My husband and I looked at each other and were forced to nod in agreement.

But when I truly saw the cane that had been soaked in water, every hair on my body almost stood up!

This... this could kill someone, right? Ryan, Im scared!

Ryan took a deep breath, secretly took out a roll of cash, and pulled their leader into a corner to talk for a few minutes.

When he came back, his expression was much more relaxed.

Dont worry, its just for show!

Feeling uneasy, I was brought to a table by two strong men, and I followed their instructions, bending over and lying on the table.

The next moment, my hands and feet were suddenly tied up.

This is standard procedure, to prevent offenders from escaping or violently hurting others!

Immediately after, I felt cold below me.

What are you doing? Let go of me!

Unfortunately, no matter what I said now, it was too late.

Smack!

The burning pain made me bite my lip tightly and look at my husband with tearful eyes.

But I was shocked to discover that his eyes had actually turned red, and his gaze carried an excitement I had never seen before, and even that part of him had reacted...

Did this count as an unexpected blessing?

Immediately after, a burst of jabbering voices, mixed with wicked laughter, reached my ears.

My whole body instantly tensed, and I had a bad feeling.

What are you doing?

Being touched by strange men made me feel extremely ashamed.

What was even more humiliating was that the other partys rough movements actually made my body react.

Could it be... could it be that I really was a filthy woman?

At that moment, my mind was in chaos.

My physical reaction should have been seen by my husband too, right?

What would he think?

Wait, why had he still not come to save me?

I could not believe that my husband, who treated me like a treasure, would back down at a moment like this.

Feeling those big hands about to touch my most sensitive places, I struggled desperately and screamed hoarsely for my husband to save me.

Ryan, save me...