Qiqihar and surrounding areas

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The arrival of our baby filled our family life with happiness. I was a deputy manager at a large company, and my wife had quit her job to stay home and

take care of the child . Life was peaceful and uneventful, with nothing to worry about. In my free time, I played mahjong, chatted online, and

went shopping and to the park with my wife.

In 2003, due to a work mistake, I caused significant losses for the company. I was forced to take sick leave and stay home for an extended period. I spent

my days at home, idle and bored. I was in a bad mood and extremely irritable. So I frequently visited pornographic websites, watched BT movies,

and chatted naked with female QQ users until 3 or 4 in the morning before going to sleep. Because of these reasons, my views on sex became more

modern. Especially after reading an article on the Sex Tiger website, a pornographic novel

, I was deeply moved by the plot. It was so exciting! My penis was incredibly hard. I immediately grabbed my wife

and started fucking her wildly for over an hour. My wife was very surprised. Seeing my excited expression, she asked

if I had taken Viagra. I turned on the computer and let my wife, naked, read the novel. I saw her lustful gaze, as if she were

completely absorbed in it. She was so engrossed, sweat beading on her flushed face. Her nipples were erect, and a large puddle of semen dripped from her nipples onto the computer chair.

I was a little surprised; I'd never seen my wife so eagerly savoring erotic novels before. I grabbed my digital camera and

started snapping of her lewd expression… After finishing the novel, my wife said to me, “I never imagined the protagonist would let someone else sleep

with his wife, and he wouldn't be angry. Instead, he seemed to be on steroids. I don't understand!” I joked, “

I also want someone else to sleep with you. I get excited too, you believe me?” My wife gave me a flirtatious wink and said

, “You want your wife to cheat on you? Aren't you jealous? As long as you're happy and don't look so gloomy all the time, I'll

do whatever you want.” "I thought for a while and had nothing to say. Seeing that I hadn't reacted to her earlier words, my wife goaded

me, laughing and saying, 'What's wrong? You're scared now? I'm going to cheat on you, go out and have some fun.

' I blurted out, 'Oh! You've been wanting to cheat all along! Then go seduce a few handsome guys and have some

fun.'... After some playful flirting, my wife took the initiative to have sex with me. She was giving me

blowjobs and licking, and my little brother got hard. I went all out and completely surrendered. My wife,

still wanting more, said, 'Honey! Do I want one more time? I want it…!' I was panting heavily and

said impatiently, 'Are you trying to kill me? You slut. We've done it twice already, and you're still not satisfied. I'll get some of my buddies to

fuck you to death. Do you want more?'" My wife was stubborn and said, "I'll wait here, go find her. Hurry up!

" I was at a loss...

That night, I registered a new QQ account, uploaded my wife's photo, and chose a username

. Registration information: Username: Female. Age: 28. Height: 163cm. Measurements: 86-82-87.

Personality: Cheerful, generous. Very feminine. Looking for: Male. Age: 22-35. Photos and videos available.

Preferably from the same city so we can meet in person. Height: 175-190cm. Preferably unmarried. Handsome men will be given priority...

I posted this QQ dating information. Within ten minutes, five or six netizens started chatting. The initial purely work-related

exchanges gradually developed into discussions about life, personal interests, hobbies, etc. Two handsome local men wanted to see

my wife's video. I asked my wife to sit at the computer desk, adjusted the angle, and turned on the video. After seeing it, they showered her with

compliments. My wife, bombarded with their sweet talk, was happy to be praised. When the online friends wanted to see my wife's figure

, she stood up, displaying herself completely. Seeing that she was quite accommodating, they pressed her further, demanding she

take off her clothes so they could see her naked. She refused. I reassured her: "That's how video chats are these days,

it's okay. Let them undress first, then you undress. Let them see first. They might as well look, it's all the same."

Under my misleading influence, she reluctantly undressed completely. She and the two online friends admired each other. One of them suggested

video sex, which my wife didn't understand. When they adjusted the video angle, two incredibly hard penises appeared on the screen,

masturbating and ejaculating. My wife was aroused. One of the online friends suggested going to a hotel with my wife and

asked for her phone number. After much pleading, I gave her her number, and she called immediately.

At first, she didn't answer, so I said: "Haven't you had enough? A good horse needs night grass, a good wife needs to be with someone. Go out

and try it, it's not a bad idea." My wife answered the phone and arranged a hotel. She experienced her first extramarital affair.

The next day, my wife came home exhausted. I couldn't wait to ask what had happened. She said, "He was

waiting at the hotel entrance." Without saying a word, he grabbed my hand and pulled me into the room. He quickly stripped me naked

, carried me to the bed, and started doing it. It was incredibly rough, like he'd just been released from prison. At first, I wasn't used to it

and didn't know what to do. After a while, my body involuntarily cooperated, my buttocks rising to meet

his penis. His thing was longer than yours, hard, and slightly upturned. The first time,

he ejaculated after a few minutes. He ejaculated a lot. He hugged me and kissed me passionately, and soon we were both aroused. The second time, we

did it for over an hour! We slept until morning and did it twice more. Hearing about my wife's wild night with another man,

my penis became hard. I pulled off my wife's clothes and saw semen stuck to her underwear. I

was furious and angry. I rolled over and straddled my wife, inserting my penis into her vagina. She

writhed her hips violently, responding to my thrusts, her moans becoming increasingly seductive. I asked her, "How are you going to make it up to me?

How did it feel to be fucked by that guy yesterday?" She said shyly, "You have the nerve to say that? Letting your wife

sleep with someone else, making you a cuckold. How do you want to make it up to me?" I said, "Let's be even more open-minded

. One cuckold is one cuckold. Give me as many as you can, I don't mind." She laughed and said, "Okay! I'll put the cuckold

hat on the ceiling and crush you with it."... I began to thrust forcefully, sometimes fast, sometimes slow

, penetrating deep inside her vagina each time. She kept trying to sit up,

moaning, and soon her vagina contracted rapidly, trying to suck my penis

deep inside. She gripped my neck tightly with both hands, her legs wrapped around my buttocks as if she wanted me to flatten her. My wife's orgasm

was intense and long, giving me a powerful pleasure. I pressed myself against her, kissing her, and began

to speed up to match her climax. Soon, panting, I asked, "Wife, I'm...!" It had been so long since I'd felt this way.

The intense pleasure lasted a long time, all our strength exhausted from the previous encounter

. I lay motionless on top of my wife, kissing, savoring an orgasm I'd never experienced before. "So good,

are you comfortable?" I asked, stroking her body. My wife, her face flushed from the afterglow of her orgasm, said, "Mmm,

very comfortable. You were amazing today, you almost made me dizzy. Are you excited because I was with someone else? If so

, I'll do as you say. If you tell me to, I'll go; if you don't, I'll serve you well." I

replied, "Okay! Okay! So good. My wife is so good." We teased each other, talking about marriage and sex

.

Women shouldn't be sexually open; once the sexual urges are unleashed, there's no stopping them. My wife became addicted to QQ video chat

, and even did housework. She sent the children to her grandparents' house, chatting day and night. She added hundreds of people online,

categorized as follows: local friends, lovers, muscular men, from XX province, and those who had been with her but couldn't. Handsome 20-year-olds,

handsome older men. Manager-level, currently dating, with potential for development, on the blacklist, etc. My wife

had an IUD inserted after giving birth, meaning she couldn't get pregnant again. But in the past few years, in

2003, she had an unexpected ectopic pregnancy and had her left fallopian tube removed. She had her IUD replaced. At

the end of 2004, she became pregnant again. A hospital check-up revealed she was four months pregnant again, which really worried me. I asked the chief

physician what was going on, but he didn't understand either. After the surgery, the chief physician called me outside and said,

"The surgery was successful, your wife is fine. But when we opened her abdomen and removed the fetuses, it was a molar pregnancy, eleven

fetuses in total. I can't explain what happened; this kind of situation is rare in our hospital. Can you

tell me the truth?" I was also very surprised and said to the doctor, "This is a medical

matter, I don't understand! Ask me any questions, and I'll answer you truthfully." The doctor said, "

I've seen cases like your wife's before. Simply put, your wife was gang-raped by multiple men

. Because a man can only have one chance from ejaculation to pregnancy, the maximum is twins. Your wife was pregnant with eleven fetuses at once,

meaning she was with more than a dozen men simultaneously. With an IUD, the chance of pregnancy is generally very low, only

a few in ten thousand. However, due to having sex with multiple men, there was simply too much semen. The semen from the later ones pushed through the fallopian tubes

into your wife's uterus, creating the opportunity for pregnancy. This is the largest number of molar pregnancies I've ever seen.

A few years ago, a girl was gang-raped and only had five molars. Your wife has eleven, meaning

eleven tiny lives! Our hospital needs to take samples for future research. Your wife is a victim;

don't further agitate her." After hearing the doctor's words, I was deeply shocked. I didn't know what

to feel. Pretending to be calm on the surface, I asked the doctor, "

What are the chances of her getting pregnant in her situation, with an IUD and only one fallopian tube?" The doctor smiled and said, "Probably

one in a million. It's like winning the lottery. Your wife is really something. Maybe you

can't satisfy her sexually!" I knew the inside story; it was most likely those students who were behind it. But I had no answer and made a hasty retreat.

In early 2006, my wife had another ectopic pregnancy and went to the hospital to have her right fallopian tube removed and her IUD taken out.

This time, the worry of pregnancy was completely eliminated. The three surgeries cost more than 20,000 yuan. It was a painful experience.

By May, after my wife was healthy, she started to get restless again, even more so than before. Her clothing became more

provocative and revealing. She bought several transparent short skirts and stockings online. She basically

didn't wear underwear , which drew criticism from several people in our neighborhood. A series of scandalous incidents followed. Let me briefly recount a few incidents.

The Disco Incident: These past few years, there have been fewer dance halls and more people going clubbing. My wife goes clubbing every Saturday. Whenever she sees

a group without girlfriends, she actively seduces them. Using the club lights and music, she makes physical contact

, intentionally or unintentionally touching their arms to arouse their sexual desire. Who can resist my wife's teasing? Most people, once aroused, start touching her

breasts. When they touch her without a bra, most are surprised. The bolder ones go straight for her inner thighs.

In that kind of place, encountering such an open woman, needless to say, no one is polite. So she boasts to her accomplices, "

This woman isn't wearing anything underneath, she's driving naked. You can touch her if you don't believe me." Her accomplices, seeing this, aren't going to let the opportunity pass. They

first seduce her, then maliciously urge her to drink… My wife plays along, pretending to be drunk, giving them the chance. They go to a hotel

, and then she's gang-raped. They don't even know who gang-raped whom!! A crazy night.

The Market Incident: My wife went to a disco on Saturday and was raped all night. The next day, I slept in late.

It was noon and I hadn't had breakfast yet. I asked my wife to buy some eel to make my favorite braised eel. My wife grabbed

a small bag and prepared to leave. I glanced at her from head to toe, thinking, "Wow, my wife is so bold! Wearing so

little, daring to go out in broad daylight." A pure black spaghetti strap dress, semi-transparent black tulle, revealing glimpses of her nipples

. The hem featured two small blue leaf-shaped laces, and the thin shoulder straps and back straps were incredibly elastic. This woman,

wearing such sexy lingerie, plus so little in the summer, isn't she afraid of flashing? The spaghetti straps are so low-cut, they

don't even cover her breasts! Most of her breasts were clearly visible from above. What made my nose bleed even more was that the dress

was way too short. When my wife bent over to change her shoes, the dress rode up, revealing flesh-colored open-crotch stockings that couldn't hide her round

, large buttocks, stretched taut by the stockings. On her pinkish-red anus, there were remnants of white secretions

. Not much pubic hair was visible. Her labia opened and closed intermittently, and her bright red vaginal opening, whenever slightly parted,

let out drops of fluid. They fell to the floor like raindrops. It barely covered her buttocks; just looking at it made my

nose bleed ! How could she be so sexy? If someone saw her, I definitely wouldn't sleep a wink tonight. A while later, my

wife returned home looking regretful, throwing her things down. She said to me, "I made a huge fool of myself today, forgot to change my clothes. Everyone at the market saw

everything ; I'm too ashamed to go shopping there again." I asked what happened. My wife said, "I was up all night

last night and didn't sleep well. I wanted to go home and sleep a little longer. What kind of eel do you want? I

was feeling dizzy, so I went to the market. When I got there, I saw some bright red peaches and picked out five pounds of them from the stall. I was so focused on picking

them

that I squatted down and picked them one by one. I didn't notice the person selling the peaches staring intently at me. Gradually, several people gathered around me and squatted down opposite me, staring at me. I didn't react at all. I bought them and left."

It was a hot day, and not many people were buying eels. I found a small wooden stool to sit on;

I wanted to choose the smaller ones because they tasted better. After weighing the fish, the fishmonger squatted down opposite me and gutted and deboned them.

He cut his hand after only a few, so he got someone else to help. That person also hurt their hand.

I was getting drowsy waiting. Suddenly, a lot of men gathered around me. Some squatted down opposite me, staring

intently into my skirt. A few stood next to me, bending over to peek into my crotch. Because my skirt was short and it was hot

, I pulled down the back of my skirt to cool off while sitting on a stool. It was very

refreshing. I didn't expect that someone would secretly lift the hem of my skirt when I wasn't looking. My front and back were exposed.

The stool was too low, and the front of my skirt slid down to my genitals. Without the restraint of a skirt, I involuntarily spread my

legs, my front wide open, freely inviting onlookers. Someone even lifted the hem of my skirt,

revealing a naked woman sitting there from a distance. A young boy patted me and said, "Hey beautiful,

what were you doing last night? Sleeping here? Why don't you close the door properly?" I didn't understand what he meant, thinking it was

an acquaintance greeting me. Turning around, I said, "Nothing much last night, just buying some eels. What are you doing here?" The boy

said, "You haven't done anything! You've soaked the bench, you're all exposed." He pointed downwards, and I looked down

—oh no! My entire lower body was exposed to everyone's gaze. I jumped up and saw

a pool of white discharge on the bench. I was truly ashamed. I picked up the sliced eel and tried to leave, but someone stopped me, saying I hadn't

paid. I quickly pulled out my money and handed it to the vendor. Seeing my disheveled state, everyone burst into laughter.

One person said, "Hey beautiful, why are you looking for me? This chair's got a good deal!" I didn't even wait for my change, grabbed my things, and

ran away. After hearing my wife's story, I laughed so hard I couldn't straighten up. Especially that line, "Hey beautiful, why are you

looking for me? This chair's got a good deal!" It spread like wildfire throughout the vegetable market in our neighborhood.

My wife never went to that market again. A few days later, when I went grocery shopping, I heard people talking about it again.

It was a case of catching someone in the act. After I returned to work, I often went on business trips. One day, things went smoothly. I suddenly

flew back , but when I got home, I couldn't open the door with my key. It was locked from the inside. I called my wife's cell phone and told her I was outside and asked her

to open the door. My wife slowly opened the door, and I sensed something was wrong. There was a very strong smell of freshly made love . I

looked and saw that my wife's vagina was still opening and closing, and a lot of white semen was flowing out from the inside of her thighs

. It was clear they had just had sex. I immediately ran to the bed... Look, no one's here. I lifted the covers and found a large wet patch on the sheet

, with a freshly used towel lying to the side. I went to the kitchen, grabbed a cleaver, and searched the house. But

I couldn't find the man. Where did he go? He wasn't in the closet; there was nowhere else he could be hiding. My wife

was terrified when she saw me get angry. Just then, I heard a cell phone ringing outside the window. I pulled back the curtains and saw

something terrible . The security bars were packed with people; no wonder I couldn't find him. I grabbed the cleaver and made them come down—five in total.

They were all eighteen or nineteen-year-old students. I questioned them one by one. One student, whose face was covered in acne, told me, "I

just arrived tonight. My classmates told me that your wife can cure acne, so I came here. Several people in my class have had their acne

cured by her. " "It turns out that while I was away on a business trip, they were all staying at my house. They were all students from a technical school,

mostly from out of town. My wife was someone I met online through a local chat website. They would find friends to come and

have sex with my wife. My family provided food and lodging, and even medical treatment. More than a dozen students came to my house. They even filmed it on a DV camera.

When I found it, the obscene scenes were no less than those in Hollywood blockbusters. After watching the video of my wife, I felt very

satisfied, and my anger subsided. I had a wicked thought: to have these five students have sex with my wife in front of me

. I wanted to witness firsthand how lewd my wife was. I said to them, 'If you sleep with my wife, I

won't blame you. From now on, you'll do whatever I say. Otherwise, I'll cut off his penis.' When they

heard there was hope, they immediately said to me, 'We'll do anything you say, Uncle. '" "I said, 'Listen up,

you go and keep fucking my wife hard, you two go suck her breasts, the rest of you, spread my wife's legs apart,

make this slut's pussy even wider, you wait on the sidelines, ready to take over at any time. Everyone has to work hard, with all your might.

Don't ejaculate into her pussy. Pull it out and ejaculate into her mouth.'" The division of labor was clear, everyone had their own role. I closed all

the windows and turned on all the lights. I turned on the TV to lower the volume of my wife's moans. I temporarily acted as

a photographer , capturing various angles and expressions. The melee began. Those who've been through it all know that at eighteen or nineteen, everything

is mature. Men are at their most vigorous, especially those two students with acne, they're the most vigorous and last the longest,

at least 40-50 minutes, their penises smooth, hard, and pubic hair sticking out. My wife also worked very hard, raising her buttocks

and spreading her legs so that they could penetrate deeper, faster, and harder each time. The student playing with my wife's breasts

bit down hard on her nipples, a frenzy ensued . The suction was intense. My wife couldn't take it anymore. She tried to push their mouths away, but I told them

to hold her hands tightly and continue their assault on her vagina and breasts. My wife screamed, her voice hoarse and desperate!

Like a pig being slaughtered, I figured everyone in the building could hear her. I quickly grabbed a towel and stuffed it into her mouth. My wife

bit down hard on the towel, her hands and feet trembling violently, more and more intensely. They were about to lose their grip. Her body involuntarily

arched upwards, trying to escape the penises inserted into her vagina. I encouraged everyone, "Give it your all!

This slut is about to give up! Don't let up!" The student on top yelled, just pulling out his penis.

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