☆ The Next Day In Jakarta

From Soekarno-Hatta Airport, we were picked up directly by Mr. Tony Hong.

During the drive, we did not talk much. Mr. Tony was the only one who spoke at length, explaining why he had decided to pick us up personally. He did not want his employees to know too much about Haida or for her presence to become a topic of conversation. He was very protective of the privacy of the women who worked for him.

When we arrived at the club, we were immediately taken to the office lobby. The place was surprisingly comfortable and did not resemble an erotic club at all. It felt more like a family living room, with a large sofa in the middle of the room.

“Mrs. Steven, please come into my office. I would like to speak with Mr. Steven for a moment. Please make yourself comfortable.”

Mr. Tony then escorted Haida into his private office. A few moments later, he returned carrying a folder containing several documents.

“Well, Mr. Steven, as we discussed over the phone, Mrs. Haida meets the criteria you described, based on the information and photographs you provided. I have also verified the documents confirming that you are Mrs. Haida’s husband, and her HIV test results have been updated as well.”

“I need to check everything carefully, Mr. Steven, just to make sure that everything is clear and that there will be no problems in the future. Oh, and by the way... I will also need Mrs. Haida’s signature.”

He paused for a moment before continuing.

“And according to the contract, your status will not be listed as Mrs. Haida’s husband, but as her representative or agency. Do you agree with that?”

I nodded in agreement.

Mr. Tony left me in the lobby and returned to his private office. I waited for quite a long time. Nearly an hour passed before he finally came out, accompanied by Haida.

Her hair was slightly disheveled, and she adjusted her dress and fixed her hair as she walked. There was also a faint trace of moisture on her red lips.

I did not know what had happened between Haida and Mr. Tony inside that office. But judging from her appearance, I was certain that it had not been an ordinary interview.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that Haida actually seemed to be looking forward to the work she was about to begin. She did not protest or appear stressed as she left Mr. Tony Hong’s office. Yet I was certain that something more than a simple conversation had taken place between them behind that closed door.

There was a strange feeling in my heart as I watched the expression on my wife’s face. She seemed excited—almost pleased—and I could not help wondering what had happened during the hour she had spent alone with Mr. Tony.

Before Haida had a chance to sit down, a middle-aged woman entered the lobby, followed by several other people. One of them was a young man.

“Mrs. Haida, this is Miss Ani, the head housekeeper of this club. She will take care of all your needs. All you have to do is follow her instructions. Please...”

Haida smiled and nodded. She followed Ms. Ani, while the assistant and the young man accompanied them. Haida looked like a princess surrounded by her entourage.

"Your wife is truly remarkable, Mr. Steven. A perfect woman."

"Now, Mr. Steven, let's continue with our business. Earlier, I had a long conversation with Mrs. Haida, and she signed several documents. Please take a look."

I opened one of the files. It contained a statement confirming that she was acting of her own free will and without any coercion.

One particular section immediately caught my attention. It asked about Haida's sexual orientation.

She had written, bisexual.

I was slightly surprised when I read it. Since when had she been attracted to women as well?

What surprised me even more was another section asking about her sexual preferences. She had listed hardcore, gangbang, double penetration, anal, and soft bondage.

It seemed that she was truly willing to surrender herself to the desires of the club's guests.

"So, what do you think, Mr. Steven? If you agree, please sign on the line below."

I nodded and signed beside Haida's signature.

"Now, regarding the honorarium, Mrs. Haida will receive payment for each guest. Forty percent will go to the club, while sixty percent will go to Mrs. Haida. Any tips will be divided equally. What do you think, Mr. Steven?"

I took a deep breath, trying to ease the tension in my chest as I carefully chose my words. Hearing Mr. Tony talk about money made me feel uncomfortable. I hadn't brought Haida to this club for financial reasons. My motives were driven by my own desires and obsession, not by money.

"Mr. Tony... I'm not here for the money. Please keep Haida's share of the payment. However, I only need her contract to last for three days, because my leave is only for one week. And... would it be possible for me to get a recording of her time with the guests?"

Mr. Tony looked surprised. He clearly hadn't expected me to say that.

He stared at me intently, as though trying to read my thoughts through my eyes. For a long moment, he simply studied my face, a questioning expression lingering there.

"All right, Mr. Steven. I understand what you mean," he finally said. "In that case, all tips will go directly to Mrs. Haida. However, there will be no additional payment, and we will be free to promote Mrs. Haida within the club. If you agree to those terms, please sign here."

I nodded and signed the document without hesitation.

"Regarding your request for recordings," Mr. Tony continued, "I can assure you that this club takes privacy very seriously. There are no CCTV cameras or recording devices in any of our private rooms. I have a responsibility to protect the privacy of both our ladies and our guests. I'm sorry, but I cannot grant that request. I hope you understand."

He paused for a moment before continuing.

"However, Mr. Steven, I can offer you a special privilege. You may stay in the observation room next door, separated from the main room by a one-way mirror. That room is normally used by my security personnel to monitor the situation and prevent any acts of violence. However, you will not be allowed to bring your phone or any recording devices inside. The same security procedures will apply to you."

I fell silent for a moment. Part of me wanted to document everything my wife experienced so that the two of us could relive it later. But they were true professionals, deeply committed to protecting the privacy of both their guests and the women who worked there.

I couldn't ask them to compromise their professional standards. Ironically, that commitment to privacy and security made me feel even more confident about Haida's safety.

"All right, Mr. Tony... I will follow the club's rules."

After I had signed and put away the agreement, Mr. Tony invited me to follow him to the observation room behind the one-way mirror.

The room was completely dark, illuminated only by the faint reflection of light coming from the room behind the mirror. I was sure that whoever was looking into that mirror had no idea they were being watched from the other side.

I watched as Haida was being bathed. Apparently, the women who had accompanied her earlier were part of a group assigned to take care of the fairies. They worked together efficiently, each of them knowing exactly what she was supposed to do. As for Haida's personal care, Miss Ani handled it herself.

From behind the mirror, I watched as she inserted a syringe filled with a white liquid into Haida's anus. Haida's mouth fell open, and she looked startled by the treatment. Yet there was also an unmistakable expression of pleasure on her face. Her eyes slowly closed, and her lips parted as the white liquid was pushed into her body.

“Mrs. Haida is simply being cleaned, Mr. Steven. There's nothing for you to worry about. That's part of the enema process,” he explained. “The white liquid being administered is only a milk-based formula, the kind usually consumed by pregnant women. It is meant to cleanse Mrs. Haida's body and restore her energy. She will need her strength later.”

He paused for a moment before adding, “Oh, and Mrs. Haida's profile has already been uploaded. We've received quite a lot of responses.”

“And this is a device you can use to listen to their conversations inside that room.”

He handed me a headset and showed me how to use it.

“I've also instructed my subordinates to give you unrestricted access. You don't need to ask for permission. You can enter this room whenever you want. Here's the key.”

“I'll let you know when the first member arrives.”

“If you'd still like to stay here, please make yourself comfortable. I have some business to attend to, so I'll be leaving now, Mr. Steven.”

I nodded at Mr. Tony.

For a while longer, I remained behind the mirror and watched the procedure continue. Eventually, it came to an end once the liquid expelled from Haida's body was clear.

Ah... my wife had truly become a prostitute now. A professional one, unlike yesterday, when she had only been pretending.

But could she handle this new life? The thought alone filled me with worry.

I shook my head repeatedly, trying to force those thoughts away.

Let Haida have what she wants.

I didn't want to lose her. In some way, I felt that I had played a part in shaping her into the person she had become. If there were consequences to face, then I had to accept my share of the responsibility.

This wasn't Haida's fault.

♡ AWAITING EXECUTION

I decided to leave the dark room for a while and look for a hotel. I had just remembered that I still hadn't booked a place to stay.

I tried to find a hotel as close to the club as possible so I could get back quickly if my wife had any problems there. However, even after finding one of the nearest hotels, the journey still took a long time because of the traffic.

Ah... Jakarta.

I had just placed my suitcase in my hotel room when my phone suddenly rang.

"Yes, Mr. Tony. What's up?"

"Well, Mr. Steven, Haida Lee's name is already on the reservation list. There are ten guests scheduled for today. If the first guest starts at one in the afternoon, the entire schedule may not end until three in the morning. Based on my calculations, there will be some breaks in between for her to rest. Mrs. Haida will be staying in that room for three full days. She won't be allowed to leave unless a guest specifically requests it. Miss Ani will take care of all of Mrs. Haida's needs."

"Oh, all right. Thank you, Mr. Tony."

The call ended from the other end.

My heart was pounding. It felt as though I was stepping into a world I had never imagined entering before. I quickly headed back to the club.

I had deliberately chosen not to rent a car because Jakarta was famous for its traffic jams. I knew I would only get stressed if I had to drive myself.

My mind was in turmoil as I made my way there.

Ten guests...!

Was Haida really that captivating that she could attract so many guests on her very first day?

Following Mr. Tony's instructions, I asked to be dropped off in the inner area, near a side entrance, so I wouldn't attract too much attention. At the gate, I only had to mention Mr. Tony's password and give them my name. I was immediately allowed inside.

I hurried toward the room Mr. Tony had shown me earlier, almost breaking into a run. As I walked, I took out the key and prepared to unlock the door.

I didn't want to miss a single moment with Haida.

After entering the room and locking the door behind me, I found Haida relaxing in front of the television.

However, what was playing on the screen was an adult film.

Her eyes were fixed intently on the television. She seemed completely absorbed in the emotions of the scene. Her hands couldn't stay still as she touched herself. Occasionally, she gently squeezed her breasts.

She was wearing nothing but a sheer nightgown, with no underwear or bra underneath.

Suddenly, the television screen went black, and the door opened.

"Mrs. Haida, get ready. Your guest will be arriving soon."

Then, Miss Ani made a crude gesture toward Haida and spoke to her in a stern voice.

"You haven't had an orgasm yet, have you? Don't lose control before the guest arrives. Remember that. Masturbation is forbidden unless requested by the guest... understood?"

"If the guest complains, the boss will be angry. And you know there will be consequences. The guests who come here have paid a high price for your time. Remember my words."

I heard Miss Ani speaking harshly to Haida. Perhaps Haida's obvious excitement had irritated her.

Miss Ani took a tissue, helped Haida clean herself, and then left the room.

I could see that Haida was frightened after hearing Miss Ani's stern voice.

But only a few moments later, the door opened again.

"Please come in, Mr. Douglas. Haida will fulfill all your wishes."

Miss Ani ushered someone into the room with a polite bow.

“Thank you, Miss. I can't wait to have her. Mr. Tony really does go overboard when he's promoting his angel.”

“This angel is still new here, Mr. Douglas. She still needs a lot of guidance.”

Miss Ani backed toward the door and quietly left the room.

Haida approached Douglas and began taking off his shoes. She placed them neatly on the rack. Then she removed his shirt and hung it on the coat rack.

She returned to him and undid his belt and trousers. As she slowly pulled them down, the most intimate part of the man's body was exposed right in front of her.

Haida's eyes widened.

I knew that look. My wife's desire was beginning to awaken.

Haida could never hide her reaction whenever she saw something like that. When her eyes widened like that, she hardly needed any foreplay. Before long, I knew she would be completely aroused and ready.

Without waiting for another command, she lowered herself in front of Douglas.

Douglas groaned deeply as my wife took his cock into her mouth. She showed off her deep-throating skills. The shaft slid all the way down to her throat.

“What the hell have you done to me, you little whore, Haida? Ahhh... that feels so good. Looks like Tony wasn't talking nonsense after all.”

Douglas grabbed Haida by the hair and pulled her closer.

A moment later, Haida slowly pulled away.

My wife planted a kiss on the man's manhood before rising to her feet. Then, she removed the rest of Douglas's clothes and walked toward the coat rack.

Haida looked incredibly beautiful and seductive as she moved across the room, her body covered only by a thin, transparent nightgown.

She removed the nightgown and turned to face Douglas.

Then she slowly walked back toward him, deliberately teasing him with every step.

Ah... my wife looked absolutely beautiful when she moved like that.

Soon, she would surrender herself completely to Douglas's desires.

My eyes never left them. I watched every movement, every gesture, every moment between my wife and Douglas.

My trousers felt tighter as my body reacted to the scene unfolding before me.

My wife moved close to Douglas once again, teasing him and tracing her tongue along his body, clearly enjoying the way he reacted to her touch.

Douglas closed his eyes, completely absorbed in the sensation. His hands tangled in Haida's hair, as though he didn't want her to stop.

Apparently unable to wait any longer, Douglas suddenly turned Haida onto her stomach and pulled her closer.

Haida cried out as Douglas took control. The man's manhood thrust into his wife's opening, moving ruthlessly within her.

“Ooooooh... Master... aaah...! ... it feels so good ...ooohh ... keep going”

Douglas groaned. The swaying of his hips grew more vigorous. The thrusting of his cock was like a piston inside my wife's vagina.

“Ahhh... you bitch woman... you little whore...”

Haida's voice rose as the intensity overwhelmed her.

“Ooooooh... I'm coming...!”

Haida threw her head back as the orgasm overwhelmed her. She barely had time to savor the intense wave of pleasure before her body began to sway again under Douglas's relentless thrusts.

"Aaaarrgghhh... I want to come... Open your mouth... aaaaarrgghh... I want you to swallow it... aaaaaaaarrrgghhhhh!"

Douglas drove his hips forward with increasing force. Then, suddenly, he pulled away and guided himself toward Haida's open mouth.

Haida welcomed him without hesitation. As he slid halfway into her mouth, she seemed to know exactly what was coming.

Douglas closed his eyes, his entire body tensing as he enjoyed the sensation of Haida's mouth. At last, his hand reached down and gripped her hair tightly.

"I'm coming... aaarggghhhh!"

Douglas climaxed in Haida's mouth. Haida's throat moved instinctively as she swallowed.

My wife did not pull away. Douglas's cock remained inside her mouth until she finally leaned forward, bringing her face closer to his stomach. She took his entire cock deep into her throat, the muscles visibly tightening as they clamped down.

Douglas's eyes widened in disbelief at Haida's unexpected boldness.

"Enough... enough, Haida."

He finally pulled away and headed for the bathroom. Haida now truly felt like nothing more than a prostitute. The man who had used her body seemed to want only her body, never her heart.

My wife remained kneeling on the bedroom floor, staring blankly at Douglas's back as he washed himself. Douglas paid no attention to her. When he was finished, he walked straight to the clothes rack and began putting on his shirt and trousers.

Haida slowly got to her feet. She helped straighten his clothes, then knelt again to help him put on his socks and shoes.

Douglas walked over to the dressing table, picked up his small bag, and opened it. He took out a wad of rupiah and handed it to Haida.

"This is a tip for you."

"Thank you, sir."

Haida remained still, staring silently at Douglas's back as he continued to ignore her.

I watched Haida staring blankly at the door through which Douglas had just passed. There was a strange look on my wife's face ... an expression of disappointment I had never seen before. I saw no trace of happiness there.

I was sure she didn't regret her decision to join this club. She must have known what kind of treatment she would receive here. I suspected that what had hurt my wife was Douglas's attitude. He seemed to think that Haida's intimate relationship with him was nothing more than a transaction for money.

My body trembled as I watched Haida grapple with that reality. Although I enjoyed the sight of my wife being intimate with Douglas, I could not accept the fact that she was being humiliated like that.

And that man had made my wife sad.

All I could do was clench my hands into fists. I couldn't do anything else. The contract was extremely binding, and cancelling it was almost impossible. Doing so would be risky for our reputation in Singapore. I also didn't want us to suffer the embarrassment, because news of the cancellation would surely spread through the club's website.

♡ DESIRE OR PUNISHMENT

I rose from my seat and stepped out into the club's lobby to get some fresh air and soothe my dry throat with a cold drink. I felt tormented, the tension from witnessing what had just unfolded in that room hadn't subsided at all, even after I lit a cigarette.

As I lit up, I checked the phone I had retrieved from the reception desk. I was curious about the club's website. The very site that had somehow managed to secure ten clients for my wife on her very first day.

Fortunately, Mr. Tony had granted me full access, and I intended to use it to view the profile the club had created for her.

My eyes widened when I opened the VVIP page.

Haida’s photo was displayed there. The same one I had previously sent to Mr. Tony via WhatsApp. It was a highly alluring shot. She was wearing black lingerie, her skin glistening under the light.

Her profile held the top spot in the search results.

That meant a huge number of members were currently viewing her profile and reading her bio.

My eyes widened even further when I saw the prices listed for spending time with Haida.

1,200 US dollars per hour.

And 10,000 US dollars for twelve hours.

I stared at the screen in disbelief. I was stunned by the price attached to my wife's services.

Then I scrolled down. My eyes widened again.

100,000 US dollars for group sex.

Almost the entire list of available services had been selected under Haida's profile, including soft bondage. The only category she hadn't chosen was encounters with women.

My heart pounded, and my lips suddenly felt dry.

Without realizing it, I had already finished the cold soda in my hand. I had also smoked the entire cigarette.

I couldn't understand what Haida truly wanted.

This wasn't simply an escape from the memories of Jhosua and his friends. It felt like something more ... a search for excitement, perhaps even an attempt to explore the wild fantasies she had kept hidden inside her.

I had never invited my wife to take part in fantasies like the ones listed on that page.

We had only ever experimented with threesomes and foursomes.

The closest we had come to anything more extreme was our last experience, which involved a slavery-themed fantasy. It had only happened because of Jhosua's request, and because it gave me the courage to invite Haida to explore something we had often talked about before.

I thought about it carefully.

This was Haida's choice, not mine.

But I didn't want my wife to get hurt or suffer because of her desires.

I wanted to contact Mr. Tony. I wanted to ask him to remove some of the services Haida had selected from her profile.

My finger hovered over the contact number, ready to press it.

But then I remembered the agreement we had signed.

Anything that had already been published couldn't simply be withdrawn. Cancelling part of the agreement would come with consequences, and there would be a penalty we would have to bear.

My hand trembled ... There was no turning back now.

My wife would have to go through with the choices she had made.

I hurriedly rose from the sofa. After leaving the phone with the receptionist, I half-ran toward the room that had been prepared for me.

I needed to know what was happening to Haida.

☆ The Limits of Haida

My heart gradually began to feel at peace.

Watching Haida serve one guest after another was no longer as frightening as I had imagined it would be. For the most part, the guests behaved normally, and their demands were nothing extraordinary.

Although Haida experienced multiple orgasms while entertaining them, there were no signs of exhaustion or pain on her face.

On the contrary, my wife seemed to be getting used to the different types of men who entered that room.

Haida's obedient nature made her appear even more seductive as she willingly fulfilled her guests' desires.

And she seemed to enjoy every act of intercourse.

She always looked enthusiastic whenever Mrs. Ani announced the arrival of another guest.

Haida had even taken the initiative to ask Mrs. Ani to apply body oil all over her body.

It was the same lotion she often used whenever she worked as a model. It made the surface of her skin glisten, giving her body a smooth and seductive appearance.

Her entire body shimmered under the light, emphasizing even the most hidden curves of her figure.

I had been the first person to ask Haida to use that body oil.

The idea had come to me after watching an adult film.

However, Haida's lotion was different. It only resembled oil and wasn't sticky at all. It was very different from the coconut oil often used in adult films. Haida's lotion blended into her skin and could easily be washed away with water.

I had bought it for her and asked her to apply it all over her body.

There was something intensely erotic about seeing Haida's body glistening as she moved.

Honestly, sometimes just seeing her shimmering skin was enough to make my desire reach its peak.

And apparently, I wasn't the only one fascinated by Haida's glistening body.

The friends who joined us in groups of three or four also loved Haida’s appearance, especially the way her skin glowed.

They praised and admired her, often describing Haida as the perfect woman.

With her well-proportioned figure and natural beauty, there was no doubt about her skill in applying makeup.

And there was one more asset my wife possessed... her sexy body.

It was past midnight when Haida finished attending to her ninth client.

My wife looked refreshed. Her light makeup and red lipstick made my wife look stunning. There was absolutely nothing about her that would warrant calling her a cheap woman.

I watched her through the one-way mirror, while she remained unaware that her husband was secretly admiring her beauty.

Suddenly, Ms. Ani entered the room with a tense expression on her face.

She immediately approached Haida and placed both hands on her shoulders.

“Madam Haida... you selected the gangbang and bondage options?”

Haida nodded.

“Yes, Miss. Is something wrong?”

Miss Ani stared deeply into Haida's eyes. There was hesitation and concern in her gaze.

“Have you ever done anything like that before?”

Haida shook her head.

“Never, Miss. I've never tried it.”

“My God... what is going to happen to you, my dear princess?”

Miss Ani suddenly pulled my wife into a tight embrace.

Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes.

Haida looked confused by Miss Ani's reaction.

“What's wrong, Miss?”

Miss Ani wiped the tears from her cheeks before gently kissing Haida on the forehead.

“Your guests this time are five men from Jakarta. They're the sons of wealthy businessmen who live near this club. They hired you to act as a slave during a group encounter with a bondage theme.”

She paused, her voice trembling.

“You have to be able to handle it, Madam. You can't back out of something you selected on the list. Why did you choose this?”

The worry in her eyes, combined with the tears gathering at their corners, made Miss Ani look like a mother concerned about her daughter's safety.

Haida looked up at her.

Then she smiled.

“I'll explain everything after these guests leave. But don't worry, Miss. I'm ready.”

Her expression remained calm.

“Do whatever needs to be done. I'm ready to face the consequences.”

Miss Ani was surprised by Haida's answer.

The tension on her face slowly disappeared, replaced by amazement and disbelief.

She walked over to her bag and took out a small object along with a glass of water.

Then she offered them to Haida.

“Take this, Madam. It might help you a little.”

Haida accepted it without hesitation and swallowed it with the glass of water.

I was sure it was some kind of aphrodisiac or stimulant.

But why was Miss Ani giving something like that to my wife?

Didn't she realize that it might make Haida even more excited?

“Madam, while we're waiting for Hamid to prepare everything, allow me to clean your body. The medicine you just took should begin to take effect in about half an hour. That should give your body enough time to prepare.”

As Ms. Ani led Haida to the bathroom, a young man entered the room carrying a large toolbox.

It turned out his name was Hamid.

I grew curious. What kind of equipment was he preparing for my wife?

I watched closely as he assembled the various components.

Then, I froze. My eyes widened. A neck-restraining device ... a Guillotine Cross Bondage rig. I knew what was about to happen to my wife ... a restraint system designed to hold her body in place for sexual intercourse.

It was a device designed to lock a person's neck and wrists into a wooden frame supported by two vertical posts.

Once the device was fully assembled and its purpose became clear, my heart began to race.

My wife’s neck and wrists would be locked into that frame.

She would have almost no freedom to move or resist whatever was about to happen.

We often experiment with bondage-themed play at home, usually using an Andre's Cross ... an X-shaped frame, that I bought online.

However, this time the situation is different. Haida cannot simply ask to stop when she reaches her limit; the restraints cannot be released the moment my wife desires it.

Instead, she must wait until the guest using her body is finished and satisfied.

I cannot cancel a booking that a guest has already made. Besides, my wife agreed to go through with everything she chose, in accordance with the terms she accepted.

Honestly ... There is a part of me that wants to see Haida bound to that frame and thoroughly used.

Yet, beneath that desire lies a sense of hesitation, knowing she will be facing five men in succession.

And this time ... I am not sure where Haida’s true limits actually lie.

Haida was led out of the bathroom by Miss Ani.

Oh my God...!

Once again, I was left speechless. My wife looked absolutely beautiful. Even though she was wearing nothing more than a minimal two-piece bikini, nothing could hide the beauty of her figure. Her glowing skin only made her look even more stunning.

Wearing a pair of stiletto heels, Haida walked gracefully toward Hamid. From time to time, Hamid stole glances at her. Any normal man would surely have been attracted to Haida's appearance at that moment. I was sure Hamid was no exception. He, too, seemed drawn to her beauty. However, his position as a servant forced him to restrain himself.

“Hamid! Hurry up! Don't be rude!”

Miss Ani spoke sharply to Hamid. It seemed that she wanted her staff to behave professionally.

“Alright, Miss. I'm sorry.”

Hamid led Haida over to the Guillotine Bondage device. He carefully positioned her wrists in the openings, which were just the right size, then secured them with cuffs, making it impossible for her to pull herself free.

“Sorry, Ma’am…”

He then guided Haida into position and secured her neck in the device. Her neck and both wrists were now restrained. Not too tightly, but firmly enough that my wife couldn't free herself.

“Ma’am, I’m going to adjust the height. Please let me know if you feel uncomfortable. You’ll be in this position for two hours.”

“Yes, Hamid.”

Hamid then adjusted the height of the board until Haida’s face was clearly visible. As he raised it, her face ended up only a few centimeters away from the noticeable bulge in Hamid’s pants.

I saw Haida’s eyes sparkle as she looked at what was right in front of her. The distance between them was less than five centimeters.

Hamid stepped behind and positioned my wife's thighs wide apart, then locked her ankles with handcuffs.

“Miss Ani… this underwear shouldn't be here. We can't risk any complaints that might negatively affect Mrs. Haida.”

Ms. Ani nodded and picked up a pair of scissors. Carefully, she cut the straps of the undergarment. Now, my wife was bound and completely naked. Her smooth, radiant skin made her look almost like a newborn baby... or an exquisite, fragile sex doll, ready to be ravished.

As Hamid fastened the safety belt around Haida's waist and groin to keep her from sliding down once her legs could no longer support her weight, his hand accidentally brushed against her sensitive, wet skin.

“Ooooohhhhh…”

Haida closed her eyes, and her hips jerked in response to Hamid's accidental touch. It seemed that her body was already ready to be penetrated. Whatever she had drunk earlier was beginning to take effect.

I could see a powerful spark of desire in my wife's eyes. Although she was restrained and could do nothing but submit, she seemed to be genuinely enjoying her situation. Her submissive side was now becoming unmistakably clear.

My wife's hips swayed slowly, as though she were a belly dancer. I was sure that whatever she had drunk earlier had begun to take effect, stirring a desire within her that demanded release. The look in her eyes revealed a deep longing.

Mrs. Ani looked hesitant as she gazed at Haida's body. She stepped closer and gently stroked Haida's hair.

"Just enjoy it, dear... Don't resist. Relax, so your body won't hurt and you won't get injured."

Then, she walked toward the door. Before leaving, Mrs. Ani glanced briefly at Haida, who was restrained in the guillotine bondage device, and slowly shook her head. Tears streamed down her cheeks, which she quickly wiped away with the palm of her hand.

Meanwhile, hidden behind the one-way mirror in the small observation booth, I became even more curious about what was happening. At first, I had been worried about Haida's decision. But when I saw the desire in her expression, I became convinced that my wife was ready to get what she wanted. She was ready to become the object of the fantasies of the men who had rented her body.

I couldn't help comparing this to what had happened at home with Jhosua and his friends. In many ways, that experience had been far more extreme than what was happening now. This would last only two hours, whereas Haida had spent five days with five Jamaican men while becoming their slave in her own home. From the videos I had seen, it was clear that Haida had genuinely enjoyed being their plaything.

"Wow...! Our whore is ready... hahahaha. Hmm... beautiful... sexy... her body glistening... but is her pussy up to the task of servicing us?"

From behind the magic mirror, my gaze shifted toward the door. Five young men entered the room noisily. I guessed they were somewhere in their twenties. They still looked very young. Perhaps it was their curiosity that had led them to spend their money at this club.

“Look! This woman is like a sex doll. Hahaha... Look at her hips swaying. It seems like she can’t wait to be fucked.”

“Hey, wait a minute, John. We have two hours. We’re free to do whatever we want with her. We should torture her with orgasms first, and then we can have our fun. What do you think? Are you in?”

“Great idea! I wonder how long she can endure our torture before she finally begs us to stop.”

“Maybe she’ll be like the woman we had yesterday. We had barely started, and she was already begging us to stop.”

Hah...! So, they were members here. From their conversation, I could tell that they were already familiar with this kind of theme. Crazy young men!

Then, the man named Robert walked over to the dressing table. He picked up a wooden box that Hamid had left there. A broad smile spread across his face as he gazed at my wife's body.

He placed the box on a table beside the sofa, very close to the two-way mirror. I was curious to see what was inside.

My eyes widened when I saw the contents of the box. It contained several sex toys. There was a nylon string with six balls, each about the size of a ping-pong ball. I knew what that object was used for because I had a similar one at home, which I sometimes used to stimulate Haida, although mine had only four balls. There was also a pink wireless vibrator and another vibrator shaped like male genitalia, with a ribbed surface.

The sight of it sent a shiver down my spine. It turned out that Robert had been chosen to carry out the task. He removed all his clothes until he was completely naked.

Then, holding the string of balls, he stepped closer to Haida. He displayed it in front of her, the balls already coated with lubricant. However, Robert was not merely trying to intimidate my wife with the string of balls.

He seemed to be deliberately teasing her and intensifying the tension between them. Standing close to Haida, he watched as her expression grew increasingly dazed.

Haida's lips parted slightly, as if instinctively welcoming the cock before her face. Yet, Robert seemed to be deliberately stalling, teasing Haida and letting the anticipation mount. Just as my wife opened her lips wider, the man remained rooted to the spot, flaunting his manhood before my wife's.

“Hahahahaha... I misjudged you, you naughty woman! I thought you’d be scared of these balls. Turns out, you’re wild too.”

Robert truly acted like an executioner, tormenting Haida without mercy. He inserted the string of balls one by one into my wife’s anus while using a wireless vibrator in her other hole.

Then, sitting on the sofa with his friends, he activated the vibrator using the remote in his hand. They took turns controlling the vibrator inside my wife’s vagina.

"Oooohh... God... aaahh... it tickles so much... ooohhh, it feels so good... aaaaaaahhh... I'm cuuuuming."

The vibrations drove my wife to orgasm again and again. Every moan and gasp that escaped her lips only made Robert increase the vibration intensity with the remote.

Aaaaaaaahhh! ... I'm cuuuuming!!!!

Sweat drenched Haida’s body and face. Her glistening skin looked even sexier as beads of sweat trickled down her body. Yet, Haida’s intense moaning seemed to defy Robert’s expectations ... their actual goal had been to drain her energy until she was helpless and begging them to stop.

Even the dildo-vibrator failed to make my wife surrender. Instead, her moans and gasps grew even louder. I lost count of how many times she climaxed. All I knew was that her hips and legs were trembling violently.

“Damn... this damn woman is incredible.”

After removing all the sex toys from her body, Robert took his turn having sex with my wife. His friends immediately followed suit. One by one, they took turns with Haida.

“Ooohhh... thank you, Sir... ooohhh!”

“Damn it...! You damn slut...!”

Anto had watched his friends with Haida for some time, and now, finally, it was his turn. He moved against her hard and relentlessly, giving in to the desire that had built up inside him as he watched his friends take their turns with her.

Yet he was in no hurry to satisfy his own desire. Instead, he seemed to savor the sight of Haida’s beautiful body writhing as waves of pleasure coursed through her. He took in every expression and movement, as though he wanted to etch the moment into his memory before finally allowing himself to be completely swept away by his own passion.

I knew that he would regret missing the moment when Haida reached the peak of pleasure. That was when she became a breathtaking sight—her body trembling, her skin glistening with sweat, and her face wearing an expression of complete surrender as she gave herself over to the overwhelming sensations she had been longing for. Her moans and ragged breaths only heightened the passion that filled the room.

Now, Anto moved against Haida with merciless intensity, each motion hard and rapid, as though he had finally surrendered to the desire he had been holding back for so long.

"Ooohh Sir .... ooooohh God ... so good .... aaaahh ... I'm going to cum ...."

Anto swung his hips harder, forcefully thrusting his thick penis into my wife's pussy. It was covered in a frothy mixture of semen, the result of it mixing with the semen already inside Haida's pussy from her friends.

"Whore ...! Clean my penis with your mouth ...!"

Anto offered his foam-covered penis to Haida's mouth. Without showing any sign of disgust, Haida welcomed it eagerly, licking every inch until it was clean and swallowing the foam that clung to it.

Then, he thrust his hips again, driving his manhood into my wife's vagina and moving with such vigor that her body shook. The intensity of Anto's movements drew a long moan from Haida's lips.

Every one of Haida’s orifices had been used relentlessly. Her skin glistened with the sweat pouring from her pores. Time and again, she threw her head back as her body shuddered violently from the orgasms washing over her. Her hips were held up by straps wrapped around her thighs and waist, as her legs could no longer support her weight.

For two hours, they had treated Haida like a sex doll. Although they still looked young, the ease with which they brought Haida to orgasm suggested that they were already experienced with this kind of activity at the club.

"Come on, Anto... our time is almost up."

Robert reminded Anto to finish his work quickly. He was the only one who was still naked; the others had already put their clothes back on. Anto, meanwhile, remained completely absorbed in vigorously moving my wife’s body. The sound of splashing filled the room ... loud and chaotic, yet carrying an unmistakably erotic atmosphere.

"Ooohhh... aaarrrgghhh, you bitch woman... I'm leaving... oooohhh."

"Aaaaahhhh... ooooooooooohhhh... thank you, Sir... oooohhhh... God... it feels so good."

I was stunned. Two hours of relentless pleasure had done nothing to diminish my wife's desire. I could see something different in Haida now compared to the woman she had been a month earlier. Her erotic aura had not changed, but the wild passion she now displayed was completely different.

Ever since she had spent five days as Jhosua's slave, the change in her had become impossible to ignore. I couldn't imagine what Jhosua and his friends had done to her during those five days ... what kind of treatment had transformed my wife into the woman I was now watching.

The five young men had finally finished with Haida. They left her there, her body still trembling as the aftershocks of her orgasm continued to course through her. Her lips moved as though she were whispering some kind of mantra. I couldn't hear what she was saying, but the expression in her eyes told me everything I needed to know. She was satisfied.

I knew it for certain. After six years of living together as husband and wife, I knew Haida's desires. I knew the meaning behind her smile and every subtle expression on her face. Even though I was deeply shocked to witness this side of her so directly, I knew that she was completely satisfied with what she had experienced.

I didn't miss a single second of what was happening in that room. My wife was still bound, her hands restrained and her neck still held in restraints. Her face was covered with the remnants of what the young men had left behind. Her lips continued to move, though I still couldn't make out what she was saying.

Ah... my beautiful wife.

How far are you willing to go in embracing your desires?

☆ It was a day fraught with tension for both Steven and Haida. No one could have predicted that, in just a single day, Haida Lee’s name would become a sensation on the website of the adult men's club, Nirwana. Men were clamoring to find her, eager to act out their sexual fantasies with her body.