From fantasizing to compulsion to release

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I simply pinned my wife's upper body down, pressing her down firmly, while the tall, thin man first straddled her calves, halting her movements, then forcefully pulled apart her tightly closed thighs, completely exposing her already wet vulva. Her thighs were stretched from an "X" shape to a straight line, revealing the thick pubic hair between her legs, her vulva completely parted, the perfect slit of flesh presented before the men. Her vagina, which had once been exclusively mine, was now completely, thoroughly, clearly, beautifully, and fully open before these two strangers.
I heard my wife cry out in pain; indeed, having her legs stretched into a straight line was extremely painful, and I saw her body trembling in agony. Watching my wife being played with by other men in front of me filled me with both sorrow and helplessness. My wife's body trembled
slightly in my arms; I didn't know if it was from the excitement of being watched by the men, or from the extreme shame of being exposed that was driving her to the brink of collapse. She tried desperately to pull herself up, but the man quickly gripped her hips, rendering her completely immobile. Her eyes, wide with terror, tried to see the man's enormous penis, but his lowering upper body clearly blocked her view; she couldn't see it at all.
At that moment, the man's slightly upturned penis, refracted by the light, appeared exceptionally conspicuous, like a newly sharpened knife, chillingly menacing. In
her panic, the wife lost most of her strength, screaming in terror, trembling and struggling, crying and begging for mercy. Her cries were pitiful, her voice soft and seductive, the kind of sound that would excite a man even more.
"Oh God!" she said in utter despair. Her voice now contained no anger, only fear. Her body writhed, but her lower back could only move slightly. She cried out, "No! Please!!"
Her wet vulva was now fully exposed to the tall, thin man. Her erect breasts, with their luscious nipples swaying from side to side, revealed her trembling body, drenched in sweat. Her once disheveled hair now clung tightly to the sides of her neck. In the bright light, her snow-white, delicate flesh was completely visible, especially the thick, tangled black pubic hair below her abdomen, and the mound of her vulva, with a barely visible slit, already damp with moisture. She was completely gripped by fear.
At the last moment, she pleaded again, her voice trembling with sobs, "No, no..."
begging me, who remained unmoved. But this was merely wishful thinking on her part. My response was to press her arms down even harder. This threesome absolutely could not fail, absolutely could not. Honestly, at that moment, I was no longer her lover, but a scoundrel trying to drag her down with him.
My wife felt like she was going crazy. She struggled repeatedly, but was still tightly restrained. She didn't have the courage to cry for help, and frantically shook her head left and right. Clearly, a sliver of rationality still remained deep within her, but it was out of helplessness—because she knew that no matter what, futile struggles or pitiful pleas were now useless. She had no other choice; only submission and gang rape awaited her.
Perhaps they would be satisfied after just a short while. Even at this moment, my wife didn't realize how ridiculous her thoughts were. Once that man's penis was inserted, this unethical sexual intercourse would continue until they were completely satisfied; the situation was no longer under her control. And I was just a frustrated bystander, watching my wife writhe on the bed, listening to her hoarse, terrifying screams. Her head swayed from side to side, her hair flying, her face contorted with tension.
Her movements indicated resistance. The man, however, continued to leisurely and smugly fondle his wife's genitals, completely ignoring her pleas. He had already discerned fear, not anger, in her voice. He knew that in this environment and under his assault, his wife's resistance wouldn't last long; this fair-skinned, voluptuous woman was destined to be played with at will. It
was practically rape! I thought. Anyone would find this position irresistibly exciting; I, for one, felt an intense, uncomfortable throbbing down there. It was a strange feeling, a mixture of despair, terror, excitement, and anticipation.
His wife stared wide-eyed at the man's penis, like a lamb to the slaughter, utterly powerless. Perhaps she too was immersed in a strange kind of pleasure. With my experience in sex, I knew my wife was both wanting and afraid. Women are naturally shy; though their hearts may yearn for it, their mouths may cry "No, no!" In truth, women are often two-faced; in the end, don't they just let men play with them? Perhaps she should just
lie there quietly and let him vent. " Don't make a fuss. Just lie there and wait for him to expel that thing.
" I urged the tall, thin man, turning back to him.
He was grinning lewdly; he had decided to rape her, he really was going to rape her. For men, it seems only rape can bring the greatest pleasure.
I saw him place his hands on her thighs and begin to spread her legs.
"No!"
she screamed, lifting her buttocks off the bed. The man laughed, instead forcefully spreading his wife's knees even wider. Then he knelt between his wife's fair legs, carefully examining the area below her vulva. Now, her vulva was completely soaked, not just the outside.
Hearing his wife's pleading, "Please, let me go," and her refusal, "No! You can't," I felt a mix of emotions. At that moment, a voice in my head cried out anxiously: Let go, you bastards!
Another voice, red-eyed and hissing: Fuck her, put it in! Fuck my wife!
As if hearing my inner cry, the man's knee pressed hard against my wife's inner thigh, lifting her legs off the bed and helplessly stretching them into the air. The man, one hand holding his erect penis, used the other to part my wife's wet labia, spreading her legs with his knee. He first rubbed his large glans against her labia a few times, then used the tip of his penis to pry open her vaginal opening. He took a deep breath, preparing to forcefully penetrate! His penis slowly probed into her body. "No...no, please let me go..." my
wife pleaded tremblingly, her body tense, her snow-white, tender, round, and firm buttocks swaying in fear and struggle—a truly pleasing, yet utterly obscene sight. Just as the man's glans was about to enter her vagina, my wife shuddered, desperately trying to close her legs, twisting her waist and buttocks frantically, attempting to avoid the penis that had already touched her buttocks. But to her dismay, she discovered that her legs, which she had spread wide, were completely unresponsive. Tears streamed down her face as she watched helplessly as a man other than her husband was about to enter her vulva, a place she had never exposed before.
She screamed in terror, trying again to stop the man's entry. Although she desperately tried to contract her vaginal opening, hoping to prevent the glans from entering, her vulva, already thoroughly caressed by the man, was very slippery and she couldn't hold it in. The man's penis was pushing forward inch by inch. Her vaginal opening felt extremely full and painful. She groaned, a sound that showed that the wife had gone from frustration to despair, and it sounded like she had completely given up trying. At this point, she finally chose to give up, closed her eyes, and prepared to endure the rape, because she knew that resistance was futile, and what awaited her was the fate of being raped by two men.
She stared numbly as he kept his head down, fiddling with something. Then, suddenly, she felt a hot, hard lump of flesh pressing against her vaginal opening, touching her labia. She knew what it was, and she knew what it meant if it parted her labia and entered her body, but she was powerless to stop it.
With a "whoosh," the huge glans pushed aside her soft labia and squeezed into her tight vaginal opening. She suddenly felt her vaginal opening become very full, squeezed and filled by the man's thick thing.
The man continued to slowly advance, inch by inch. The feeling of fullness at the vaginal opening was no longer so uncomfortable, but the depths of her vagina were slowly being stretched open by the tip of his penis, gradually expanding from the inner vulva, drop by drop, until the thick penis filled every crevice. The wife tried to clamp her legs and vagina together, resisting the continued expansion and intrusion, but to no avail; the man's thick penis had already penetrated more than half an inch.
"Oh...!" The wife finally couldn't help but let out a soft cry, her face flushed as she gasped for breath.
At this moment, the man's waist suddenly pressed down, his buttocks slamming down, preparing to fully enter her body. The wife tried to push him away with her hands, but it was no use; he forcefully burrowed into her body, accompanied by
a muffled cry of pleasure, almost without any resistance, successfully entering that comfortable, dark cave. At this moment, the man's lower body, sandwiched between the wife's legs, seemed to be in even closer contact with her lower abdomen...
I understood; his penis had penetrated her.
As the man's buttocks sank in, the wife let out several panicked, short pleas: "No—please!"
she groaned loudly, begging him. But at the same time, she leaned her head back, tiny beads of sweat flicking from her hair, her body suddenly jerking upwards, her buttocks arching, her legs clamping tightly around the man's waist like pincers. Because I and the short, fat man were holding her down, she couldn't escape the penetration.
Her small hands clenched into fists in agony, a heavy groan escaping her lips. A devastating sense of despair immediately gripped her. "Ah—" she screamed, tears streaming down her face, tears of pain and sorrow streaming down her face. She knew she had become a complete whore. Her voice trembled slightly, a sharp, painful strain: "Oh…"
How agonizing her scream was! After that clearly suppressed moan, I saw that the man's body was completely joined with the wife's.
He was definitely inside her, of course he was inside her! You could tell from her expression.
She let out a sorrowful cry, her wet hair clinging to her cheeks, then she closed her eyes. She
actually cried; tears seeped from beneath her eyelashes, slowly streaming down her cheeks, then gushing forth, two streams of tears flowing down her face. This proved my judgment correct. "He finally got it in!"
Seeing someone else's penis penetrate my wife's body for the first time, I felt a sense of accomplishment, seemingly forgetting to blink or breathe, staring intently, swallowing hard and drooling.
The man's penis had successfully and completely penetrated my wife's body. The insertion was so sudden; his weight pressed down hard on my wife's already spread thighs, causing her body to writhe in pain. She felt a sharp, glass-like pain where her thighs met her genitals, the pain stopping her movements. It was a muscle spasm, very painful, but because her hands were held down tightly, her movements were restricted to a very small range. "Please, it hurts, it hurts so much..." the wife cried out incessantly.
Despite the increasing pain, the man deliberately increased the pressure, finally penetrating her completely. At that moment, I felt a mixture of jealousy and lust.
"Husband, save me..." the wife cried, pleading in agony.
At this moment, her throat was hot and dry, her nose was wet and blocked by tears, as if she was very uncomfortable. I remained silent, watching them make love in front of me, thinking: You can't blame anyone but yourself, my dear.
In fact, this moment also brought me a full sensory stimulation. My mind was racing, my whole body was hot, it was both painful and pleasurable, my breath almost stopped. In my heart, besides an indescribable complex feeling, there was also a pleasure mixed with pain.
After penetrating the wife's vagina, the tall, thin man deliberately remained motionless, pressing tightly against the wife's mons pubis, pushing his thick penis deep into the depths of the wife's vagina. The clitoris was pressed and became completely engorged, further intensifying the stimulation.
His hands remained tightly gripping her shoulders, his muscular chest pressed roughly against her soft breasts. I saw him with his eyes closed, head tilted back, swallowing excitedly, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. He seemed to be enjoying the pleasure his wife's warm, tight vagina gave him, or perhaps he was intoxicated by the victory of having taken my wife, such a beautiful woman, into his body.
The tall, thin man, keeping his lower body still, now focused all his efforts on caressing my wife's breasts. Her hot breasts aroused him; he took one nipple into his mouth, lightly licking it with his tongue, gently biting the tip with his teeth. My wife, both excited and frightened, was on the verge of collapse, waves of contractions coming from her lower abdomen!
Her hands gripped the tall, thin man's arms tightly, her expression one of agony. Hearing my wife's pleas, the man seemed to gain immense satisfaction, slowly withdrawing his penis. I watched as a thick, long penis slowly emerged from my wife's vagina, covered in her vaginal secretions. The sensation was intoxicating!
But my wife was still relentless. Taking advantage of our momentary distraction, she thrust her hips upward, freeing herself from the man's penis. We quickly pressed down on her flailing body, firmly holding her lower body in place. My wife desperately clenched her buttocks, preventing the man from re-entering her. We simply stepped forward together, forcefully spreading her thighs to the left and right, making her lower body form an M shape.
The man's body successfully squeezed between my wife's legs, his glans slowly pushing in through the lower edge of her buttock cleft. Helpless, my wife could only spread her legs, while the man's thick penis met her shyly everted labia. His penis had reached the entrance of her vagina, paused briefly, and then thrust in again, mercilessly penetrating her vagina once more.
"Ah!" I heard my wife let out an involuntary cry, her leg muscles tensing instantly.
The man leered, "You slut, don't bother. No matter what, even if I let you go now, my thing has already been inside you, heh...heh..."
These words seemed to strike at the wife's weak spot. She stopped struggling and just clung weakly to the man on top of her, panting. Her struggles gradually subsided, and a huge despair welled up inside her. She cried out, "Stop for a bit...it hurts! Can't you stop for a bit?"
Her pain only increased the man's interest in violating her. The wife could only beg him repeatedly, "Slower, slower!"
The tall, thin man began to thrust rapidly. In an instant, the "slap slap" of his testicles hitting her genitals, the "squelching" of his penis thrusting in and out of her vagina, the wife's sobs, and the man's heavy breathing echoed throughout the room at an extremely fast pace. I stood behind him, seeing for the first time another man's penis thrusting inside my wife's vagina. With each thrust, his drooping scrotum, containing his two testicles, slammed against my wife's wet anus. My wife once told me that she loved the sensation of testicles slapping against her labia; it was incredibly stimulating! She was probably thinking, with a sense of frustration, that this might just be the beginning while she was being fucked!
Heh heh, she was absolutely right. I wouldn't be satisfied until a man fucked her to her heart's content! I thought viciously.
After the man's penis entered my wife's body, he released his hands that had been pressing tightly against her legs. With the pain relieved, my wife became limp. She lay there, eyes wide open, arms outstretched, staring aimlessly, neck tilted back, mouth agape, unable to utter a sound. Her legs bent, trembling slightly, her buttocks wriggling weakly.
Perhaps realizing she was naked with her legs spread, forced to helplessly accept the fact that another man besides her husband was entering her vagina, the wife closed her eyes in shame. After all, this was the first time a man other than her husband had penetrated her, and she felt her whole body burning with desire. At this moment, she seemed to have to suppress the increasingly intense desire rising within her. I could clearly see that the netizen's thick penis was completely submerged between her two alluring labia. But as the tall, thin man rhythmically and skillfully rubbed and rubbed, sometimes penetrating deeply and sometimes shallowly, the wife tilted her head back, bit her lip, and closed her eyes, her cries slowly changing...
I'm such a pervert, my wife is being penetrated by someone else and I feel so excited. I know it's wrong, but I succumbed to my desire.
I knew my wife's secret place was finally completely occupied. The man propped himself up on his elbows, his head pressed intimately against his wife's beautiful face. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes closed, and her slightly parted lips emitted passionate moans. Her two long, white, and slender legs were slightly raised, her snow-white flesh swaying with the man's hip movements.
The man's firm buttocks began to release thrusting motions towards his wife's lower body. He didn't thrust in and out with large movements, but instead kept most of his thick, hard penis inside her vagina, then forcefully twisted his hips, making a half-rotating, churning, and pounding motion inside her.
When his wife finally had to confirm that the man's penis was fully inserted—or at least she had tacitly agreed—she closed her eyes and breathed heavily, her breathing gradually becoming slightly calmer than when it first entered. There was still a slight stinging sensation in her groin—it came and went with the man's thrusts, but the pain was no longer severe. Thus, her heart, which had been pounding wildly, slowly slowed down to a rapid beat.
At this point, the man no longer needed to worry about any unexpected changes, freeing his hands to freely caress and knead his wife's rosy breasts. My wife's breasts were completely different from those of women who had given birth. Although not large, they were very elastic and firm to the touch, with a wonderful feel.
I stared blankly at the man's rough and powerful movements on my wife, his strong body thrusting in and out of her repeatedly. It was the first time I had seen another man's penis inside my wife's vagina, and hearing her passionate moans, I was overwhelmed with emotion. This woman who had entered the world of lust was my wife!
She had finally accepted these strange men, opening her body to them. The moment I saw my wife being penetrated, I knew that she would eventually be willing to envelop their bodies with her own, to accommodate their deep penetration, to guide them to ejaculate and enjoy pleasure, and to let them unleash ecstasy, trembling, and convulsions from within her, to savor her beauty. They were joined together, their most intimate and tender parts intertwined, rubbing against each other, while her bodily fluids soaked their bodies…
At this moment, his wife's lower body was completely under his control, her legs spread wide, her vaginal opening almost directly welcoming the man's rapid and forceful penetration. The skin at the edge of her vagina, taut with her legs spread wide, appeared slightly bluish and translucent. He held her soft, white buttocks with both hands, kneading and rubbing them forcefully, thrusting in again and again, the movements becoming faster and faster, seemingly deeper, smoother, and more pleasurable with each thrust. The
tall, thin man's penis could penetrate to the deepest point each time, without any obstruction. However, when he withdrew halfway, he would return and forcefully thrust back to the bottom of her vaginal canal, each time his penis passed over his wife, causing her to contract. His wife was beginning to feel herself becoming dazed, lying there with her head tilted back, her eyes wide open, unblinking. I imagine the netizen's glans was now pressed deep inside my wife, powerfully rubbing and thrusting, carefully feeling her tightness, contractions, and lubrication.
She didn't resist much because, at least for now, what was happening terrified and astonished her. Besides, the penis was already inside, and she was powerless to resist anymore. Moreover, the fact was there, and as intercourse continued, the initial pain slowly subsided, replaced by an indescribable tingling, numbness, soreness, and itching sensation that permeated every cell of my wife's body.
Seeing that my wife had stopped struggling, I released her upper body, freeing her legs, which gradually rose and clamped around the tall, thin man's waist, her white thighs pressed tightly against his constantly thrusting hips. I saw my wife's ankles, hanging on either side of the man's buttocks, swaying with each thrust, incredibly alluring. Finally, the two bodies were completely united, the man's heavy breathing and my wife's almost wanton moans intertwining.
My wife had never experienced such frenzied intercourse, such intense penetration. She completely lost control of herself; only moans and painful expressions could express her resistance to the rape. But the pleasure grew stronger and stronger, her heart pounded faster and faster, and she gradually realized she could no longer control her body's reactions.
She could no longer hide it; her body's reactions showed that he had brought her to pleasure! In her hazy state, she heard a voice say, "Haha, you're feeling it!" She blushed deeply with shame. Even more terrifying, the penis inside her noticeably increased the frequency of its thrusts, becoming thicker and longer. The increasingly intense, throbbing pleasure, pressing against the vaginal walls, strongly impacted her brain. Both of them breathed heavily, "Mmm," "Mmm," "Mmm," "Mmm," he couldn't help but open his mouth first, thrusting into my wife while humming heavily, his rapid breaths constantly brushing against her ear, making her unbearably itchy.
My wife quickly bit her lip, afraid she might also groan like him; if she did, she would be utterly ashamed. Ha, she never imagined she was being sexually assaulted naked by another stranger! Everything before her eyes felt like a dream. Then his thrusts became faster and more powerful, her whole body responding violently to his movements.
I absentmindedly smoked, watching my wife arch her back and thrust into another man, a surge of jealousy rising within me. I blamed her for being so promiscuous, letting anyone have their way with her; yet, seeing my wife moaning beneath another man for the first time was also incredibly stimulating. My
wife's allure and moans excited the short, fat man who was kissing her breasts.
He couldn't resist any longer and began stroking his penis rapidly again. The man below and my wife were still in the throes of passion.
My wife's hands were already wrapped around the man's waist. Their lips were pressed together, locked in a passionate kiss. The man's hips were thrusting powerfully, his engorged member undoubtedly penetrating his wife's vagina. His wife's slender waist swayed vigorously left and right, her plump buttocks rising and falling in rhythm with the man's thrusts. Her moans filled my ears; she was unrestrainedly expressing her sexual desires, as if this was her most satisfying moment. My wife's private
parts were being thoroughly enjoyed by a man other than myself, bringing her not only frenzied stimulation but also endless pleasure to me, the "spectator." I saw a white, viscous fluid seeping from my wife's vagina, swaying on her pubic hair like dewdrops, some clinging to the man's glistening penis, looking like it was coated with lubricant, while some flowed down her thighs.
The man's hands reached out and grasped her breasts, squeezing her full, swollen breasts hard. His fingers mercilessly gripped them, leaving red marks on her white breasts. His fingers pinched and twisted her bright red nipples. The man would stop and start thrusting, and his wife would let out cries of pain and pleasure, her body swaying with his thrusts, her full buttocks rising and falling alluringly. I saw that beautiful body that had once belonged entirely to me, now yielding to another man's pleasure; the lust that had once flowed only for me, now overflowing with desire, teased by another. I felt both heartache and an indescribable excitement. The tall, thin man kissed his wife's slightly parted lips as she moaned. With each thrust of his lower body, she could no longer control herself, and moans escaped her lips, growing louder and louder. He pressed his hot, thick lips to hers at just the right moment. His wife, lost in a frenzy of desire, opened her mouth in a daze, involuntarily offering her tongue to meet his. Their tongues immediately intertwined, swirling wildly. She couldn't help but cling tightly to his naked body…
The man held his wife's full buttocks tightly, pressing his chest against her arched knees. His erect penis plunged deeply in, then withdrew completely, and then thrust in violently again…
I could clearly see the expressions of pleasure and ecstasy on their faces from the friction of their genitals. The short, fat man sat beside her, one arm around her, caressing her already flushed breasts while suckling them voraciously, like a hungry lamb suckling at its mother's teat, oblivious to everyone else.
After a while, the tall, thin man, seemingly unsatisfied with his wife's actions, hoisted her legs onto his shoulders, knelt on the bed with his hands supporting him, and thrust his penis downwards forcefully. His wife's vulva gradually heated from his penetration, her eyes sparkling, her chest heaving violently, her breasts bouncing. With each thrust, she seemed to enter a blissful state, adrift in a vortex of pleasure, her lower body constantly surging with desire. Under the man's relentless pressure, she gradually spread her legs wider and wider, finally arching them open, then wrapping them around his thick waist. In renewed excitement, she spread them again, then curled them up, her buttocks rising and falling in rhythm with his thrusts, the flesh colliding and making a series of slapping sounds.
I clearly saw that between his wife's raised, swaying legs, in front of his testicles, amidst the intertwined pubic hair, his thick, hard penis was completely inside her. The wife's tender, red vaginal opening was turning in and out with the man's penis thrusting in and out, milky white, glistening fluid flowing from her vagina, trickling down her perineum to her buttocks...
After a while of grinding, the man's movements seemed to change from grinding to thrusting, gradually increasing in force and depth—pulling out forcefully, thrusting in hard, faster and faster...
The man's buttocks and waist arched high upwards, then fell heavily down, like pounding rice in a mortar, using the elasticity of the Simmons mattress to make his wife's upturned buttocks sink deep into the bed one moment, and bounce high in the air the next...
The moment his thick, dark penis was forcefully pulled out, it brought out the pink flesh inside his wife's labia minora; although it was only a fleeting glimpse, the glistening reflection of her vaginal fluid was clearly visible.
The man slowly inserted and quickly withdrew, repeatedly thrusting his hard penis in and out of his wife's vagina. Each thrust not only affected her vagina and deep inside, but also impacted her entire genital area. His wife's delicate body swayed with each thrust, her erect nipples rubbing against his chest with the up-and-down movement of her breasts, giving the man immense pleasure. When he thrust in as far as he could, his erect penis was like a pile driver, each thrust firmly penetrating his wife's vagina, as if reaching her heart. I watched my wife nervously on the bed, waiting for her orgasm.
My wife had clearly reached orgasm; her body began to tremble, emitting chaotic, meaningless moans.
Her head tilted back forcefully, her fingers gripping the man's arm tightly, her buttocks, unable to find support, twisting and thrusting upwards in agony. Her toes, resting on the man's shoulder, were pointed straight. Then, her whole body trembled violently, and subsequently, she began to contract. This was my wife's first time having sex with a man other than me, and despite the humiliation, she still reached orgasm…
The man's body trembled violently; his muscles tensed, and he held my wife tightly, shivering uncontrollably. I knew he had ejaculated! A gush of semen shot deep into my wife's vagina. Oh my god! They weren't using a condom! What if she got pregnant?! I felt dizzy. During her orgasm, my wife uncontrollably writhed, her eyes wide as she watched the man tremble. Clearly, she knew the penis inside her was ejaculating.
Then, their bodies pressed tightly together. They both began to spasm and convulse simultaneously, a surge of hot fluid rushing deep into her vagina. Their breathing gradually slowed, becoming softer and more even. The man had gently lowered his wife's raised legs, but remained on top of her, kissing her rosy face and whispering words of praise in her ear. His penis slid out of her vagina, still erect at the base of her thighs. A bright, glistening, translucent, viscous liquid flowed from her vagina—the secretions of male and female orgasm. His wife nestled in the fat man's arms, limp and boneless.
Having experienced this unprecedented orgasm, tears welled in her tightly closed eyes again, and her body convulsed. Occasionally, she would open her eyes to look at me, then immediately turn her head away shyly, as if ashamed to see me, as if she had done something wrong. After all, it was the first time a man other than her husband had penetrated her, and for so long, and had released himself so deeply inside her.
Her feelings at that moment must have been a mixture of shame, excitement, and satisfaction. His wife had truly lost her virginity. Her fair, full body, exuding the unique fragrance of a mature young woman, was offered without reservation to a stranger right before my eyes. A strange man, using his own free will and methods, wantonly vented his sexual desire on this beautiful body. Her glistening thighs, supple waist, full breasts, beautiful vulva, shy breaths, and melodious moans, which originally belonged only to me, had become a shared object in the past hour!
But at the same time, I felt a kind of pleasure, a pleasure from the bottom of my heart. It could even be said that this was the most exciting and enjoyable experience I had ever had since I began having sex. Only I know the reason for this; I know I was intoxicated by this feeling.
Suddenly, he left his wife's body and stepped off the bed. His penis was erect, that slick, glistening thing, wet from base to tip. He turned to the other online friend and said, "Brother, come on up and fuck me."
His wife didn't refuse at all, clearly acquiescing.
The short, fat man's penis was already hard and erect, protruding like a cannon. He quickly climbed onto his wife's body. This short, sturdy man had fine beads of sweat on his forehead; he had very little body hair, but a large, protruding belly.
Unable to resist his sexual urges, the short, fat man flipped his wife onto his body, grabbed her breast with one hand, and stroked his erect penis with the other. His wife moaned softly, her breasts swaying. He then pinched her chin, forcing her mouth open, and stuck his tongue into her mouth. For a moment, his wife's breathing became labored, and she let out soft moans.
At this moment, beneath his wife's smooth, white abdomen, amidst a thick tuft of dark pubic hair, her alluring vaginal opening opened and closed, her labia, not yet fully closed, faintly tinged with a bright red, seemingly indicating that her orgasm had not yet completely subsided. A mixture of vaginal fluid and semen seeped from her vaginal opening, wetting her pubic hair and entire vulva, flowing down her inner thighs and even onto her calves! The once lush pubic hair, arranged in an inverted triangle, clung to her white skin, appearing even more alluring and glossy, partially obscuring her slightly red vulva, echoing the firm, red nipples on her upper body, fully revealing the intensity of the recent intercourse and the woman's satisfaction with her orgasm.
His wife, with her eyes closed, remained immersed in the afterglow of her orgasm, seemingly oblivious to everything. The wife was lying face down, her full, round buttocks enticing the short, fat man. He immediately straddled her, and facing his limp and powerless wife, began to play with her nearly collapsing genitals. Her pubic hair was soaked with her abundant secretions, sticking stickily to the area around her vulva.
The wife didn't resist much, only letting out soft moans under the fat man's kneading. Within seconds, the fat man knelt below her, supporting her thighs with his hands, and her wet, sticky vaginal opening was immediately exposed before his eyes.
He lay on top of his wife, holding his erect penis, aiming at her overflowing vaginal opening, and thrust forward forcefully. However, the large glans only slipped on the slippery, wet surface of his wife's vulva. Perhaps because his wife's genitals were so wet at the moment, his penis "slipped" open, but he quickly and successfully penetrated her. The moment his penis entered, a low moan escaped his wife's throat, followed by a cry of "Ah..."—a sound that was absolutely breathtaking. In an instant, the fat man's entire penis was completely inside his wife!
I thought that after what the previous netizen had done, his wife's vagina must have been a little looser, but it was soft, very warm, very moist, and very lubricated; it must feel very comfortable inside. I felt that this live performance was much more exciting and stimulating than watching porn, and the protagonist was my wife.
The short, fat netizen began to move his hips, thrusting back and forth, his penis swaying in his wife's dark pubic hair. Due to her abundant secretions, his penis slid smoothly in her passage; her entire vagina was full of vaginal fluid, allowing his penis to easily enter and exit the vaginal opening. Compared to the warm, tight, and sucking feeling she usually had, her vagina was now overflowing with juices, incredibly elastic, as if it wanted to make more room for him to perform his skills. She kept her eyes closed, letting him enter and exit.
I watched his engorged penis, throbbing with veins, thrust in and out of my wife's overflowing vagina, from its deep red color to its glistening white foam, a surge of excitement and physical pleasure washing over me.
The short, fat man wildly pumped his wet penis in and out of my wife's vagina, her breasts moving up and down with it. After a while, he made my wife kneel on the bed, and she obediently knelt, covering her face with her hands, hoping to escape as soon as possible.
The fat man cupped my wife's round buttocks, spreading her kneeling legs apart to reveal her plump buttocks and wet labia. He held her waist with both hands, gripping her buttocks, and
with a "plop," thrust into her vagina from behind again, his hands squeezing her breasts forcefully. My wife swayed her body, matching his thrusts.
Now, all I saw was my wife lying naked on the bed, half-kneeling and prone, while the fat man was behind her, his hands supporting her buttocks, thrusting repeatedly. My wife's eyes were tightly closed, an expression of ecstasy on her face, and she occasionally swayed her body to meet the fat man's movements. Hearing my wife's moans, the fat man's lust grew stronger, each time pulling his penis to the entrance of her vagina and thrusting it in forcefully, his scrotum slapping against my wife's buttocks with a loud "smack," his beer belly shaking even more violently, and even the bed began to creak.
Waves of intense pleasure washed over his wife, accompanied by the fat man's short, stout body and unpleasant odor. She had completely given up resisting, her body swaying uncontrollably as the fat man, half a head shorter than her, pressed against her back, his body rising and falling, his breasts subjected to his ravaging with both hands and mouth. His wife's breathing grew heavier, as if in pain: "Ah..."
The fat man's movements became faster and faster, each thrust against his wife's buttocks producing a series of "slap! slap! slap!" sounds. His wife's breasts swayed as if the earth were shaking, her expression dazed as she welcomed the powerful impact. Suddenly, a strong tremor ran through my wife. Her whole body arched as if electrocuted, her full buttocks thrusting back forcefully. "Mmm..." After
more than a hundred thrusts, my wife couldn't help but moan, panting heavily. Her smooth skin began to flush red. Her long, flowing hair was grabbed by the fat man, forcing her to tilt her head back and gasp for breath. In those moans, the pain gradually lessened, making me feel a little better.
I knew her orgasm was imminent. The second climax caused her vagina to spasm, her toes curling up. She could feel the pulse pounding wildly inside and outside her vagina beneath her pubic hair. She realized her nipples were becoming even harder; her libido had been fully aroused. Even though she was being played with by a man other than her husband, even though this ugly, short, fat man wasn't her type, strangely enough, she still felt satisfied and pleasured. She didn't know why, but she definitely felt satisfied.
She suspected this feeling was primarily physiological: if you're extremely thirsty, even half a glass of water could make you dizzy.
Clearly, her wife was now in the throes of a dizzying climax; her vagina suddenly tightened, bursting with crackling sparks and gushing forth a stream of heat. With each forceful thrust, her wife emitted a series of intoxicating "Mmm... Oh
... Ah..." sounds, her full buttocks involuntarily swaying in rhythm with the man on top of her. The fat man was clearly focusing all his attention on the friction between his glans and the tender flesh of her vaginal walls; each thrust elicited a soft moan from her, as if she were intensely enjoying the pleasure.
Her moans grew louder and louder, clearly indicating she was nearing orgasm. She could feel the fat man behind her, his penis rapidly thrusting inside her, an unimaginably terrifying behemoth that left her mind blank and her breath quickening. Her firm, round, white buttocks were being slapped repeatedly with a "smack!
smack!" Suddenly, a series of terrifying tremors ran through her body, like an electric current, as if countless volts of electricity had suddenly knocked her down, her vagina contracting violently.
The fat man clearly noticed this too; his hands, gripping his wife's buttocks, pulled her tightly towards his lower body, his hips twisting left and right, rubbing his glans against her vagina. I was all too familiar with the feeling of fucking her from behind; I could even clearly feel the satisfaction of grabbing her hair while vigorously fucking her. I watched that despicable, ugly man frantically enjoying my wife, and I loved this feeling. The fat man seemed to sense his wife's excitement, thrusting his penis deep inside her, repeatedly uttering, "****...****..."
Finally, his buttocks contracted, and with a muffled roar, he abruptly stopped thrusting. His wife, her body arched, her snow-white buttocks trembling, remained motionless, as if frozen in time. I knew the fat man had ejaculated, all of it inside his wife's vagina.
The fat man lay on his wife's back, gently stroking her still-rising breasts, her face showing a dazed expression of intense orgasm. Suddenly, the fat man thrust wildly a few more times, followed by a spasm, ejaculating the remaining semen inside his wife, the milky white semen squeezing out of her vagina. When he pulled his penis out, a large amount of semen followed, slowly flowing down her buttocks. Much of it stuck to her pubic hair, and a few drops dripped onto the sheets. The wife leaned over the edge of the bed with her head down, her long hair covering her beautiful face. Her buttocks were still raised high, and her breasts appeared even larger due to the position. She was also breathing heavily.
After the fat man got up, his wife immediately threw herself at him, as if she had suffered a great injustice, tears streaming down her face.
After the passion subsided, a wave of shyness washed over her, her voice trembling slightly as she whispered, "Honey, just now... I... I..."
I knew she was too embarrassed, so I held her and gently comforted her, saying, "It's okay, it doesn't matter what happens in bed, as long as you're comfortable." Then, I tidied her disheveled hair and gently caressed her breasts.
A large patch of the sheet was wet; I knew it was a mixture of my wife's vaginal fluid and the semen of two online friends. Traces of semen remained at the entrance of her vagina. Her legs were spread, her genitals completely exposed. Her labia, once covered by thick pubic hair, were now much larger, her vagina half-open, white fluid slowly flowing from her swollen vulva. Her vaginal opening was still half-open, not yet fully recovered.
Looking at my wife's cheeks flushed with shyness, and smelling her captivating fragrance, I felt as if I were in a dream. I suppressed the surging emotions in my chest and tried to relax as much as possible, saying to her, "Honey, it felt good, didn't it? I love you more and more..." As I spoke, I kissed her rosy cheek. I glanced at the two online friends and saw them still sitting on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at us. I beckoned to them, signaling them to come over. "You can keep playing! There's plenty of time."
They hesitated and sat down next to my wife.
I spread my wife's legs together and began to rub her alluring, wet vulva, then lowered my head to kiss her. Her breathing became more rapid and quick. Warm love juice gradually overflowed from her vagina, and my fingers were becoming increasingly sticky with her love juice...
After intercourse, the pubic hair between my wife's thighs looked exceptionally dark, truly sexy and alluring. Suddenly, my wife grabbed my hand tightly, a shiver running down her neck as she said in a trembling voice, "No! I don't want to anymore..."
I understood her shyness and stopped what I was doing. I said to her, "Don't be shy. We've already done it, why not do it again? What difference does it make if we do it once, twice, or several times? You'll feel good after they've had their fill!"
With that, I pulled my hand away from her vagina and continued to fondle her breasts...
I felt it was about time, so I turned to look at my two online friends. They were looking at me too, their eyes asking for my permission. I understood they were asking if we could start, so I nodded. The tall, thin man got into bed first. He gently embraced my wife's naked body, and amidst her soft moans, he brought his mouth to her ear, licking and saying something to her. My wife, stimulated, cried out and nodded repeatedly.
Then, he held her tightly, feeling her soft body pressed against his firm chest. He kissed her passionately, his tongue probing her mouth, sucking and swirling, and she responded intensely, yielding to his greedy, fervent desire. He placed his hands on her bare neck, clumsily running his fingers through her hair, gently pulling her head to one side so he could kiss her throat. Their lips met again, and they began to suckle passionately at each other once more.
His hands roamed over her body, finally settling firmly on her breasts. The man's lips suddenly pressed against his wife's erect nipple. She tilted her head slightly, seemingly resisting, yet also accepting…
Soon, a dazed expression appeared on her face, completely immersed in a passionate kiss. She
moaned, "Mmm… Oh…," her sensual lips twisting slightly under the man's ministrations. Her fair arms tightly embraced his body, her high, firm breasts pressed tightly against his lips…
The tall, thin man slowly lowered himself again between his wife's limply spread thighs, bringing his mouth to her small, sensitive clitoris, playing with it, licking it, causing it to harden and swell again. Then, he licked her labia minora with the tip of his tongue, then moved outwards, licking her two thick labia majora. Each time his tongue swept over them, they trembled involuntarily. Her vagina quivered, open, like a black rose, welcoming his entry.
The wife was already quite familiar with the tall, thin man's body. Still basking in the afterglow of excitement, her lower body naturally accepted the man who had just possessed her. She no longer felt the fear of her first time; what difference did it make if it happened once or twice? At this moment, a captivating and excited expression appeared on her face; she was completely intoxicated.
The tall, thin man then slowly climbed on top of his wife, spreading her legs. Before his naked body, his penis was already swollen and hard. He now held a large, beautifully shaped object between her legs. He grasped his engorged penis, first rubbing it against his wife's vulva, then retreating slightly, making his thick, long penis erect, the glans pressing against her labia, aiming at her open, wet vaginal opening. The glans slowly inserted into her vagina, then with a thrust of his hips, he plunged his erect penis into her fully lubricated vagina. As he entered her, his wife let out a soft "oh," her tone surprisingly pleasurable.
Immediately afterward, the man's body lunged at her. As he leaned forward and his penis thrust in, his wife's breasts jerked, and she cried out in a passionate, confused moan, "Oh..." a soft gasp that sounded almost desperate. But her hips and waist responded with an upward thrust; though her mind might have resisted, her body accepted it willingly. She knew it was what she wanted to do, more than anything else.
His wife's beautiful face turned to one side, gripping the side of the pillow tightly, a soft moan escaping her lips...
That trembling sensation coursed through her body once more, but this time it was much stronger—almost painful, like an electric shock, I felt her rapid heartbeat.
He rode her, slowly rising and falling on her for a long time, his penis constantly thrusting in and out of her elastic, taut, wet vagina, working tirelessly. This time, as his penis began to thrust, he began to savor every moment, every second. He slowly experienced the pleasurable sensation of his penis inside her glove-like, moist, lubricated vagina. Her vaginal walls gripped his penis tightly, tugging at it, warming it, making it feel good. Returning the pleasure of her vagina to him, sharing it with his penis, was so mature, so pleasurable. Her body began to writhe beneath him, and as his penis thrust in and out, she moaned softly. Her excitement, illuminated by the white light of the bedside lamp, spread out like thousands, tens of thousands of red threads, scattering across the bed.
Her vagina began to lose control; as his penis fully penetrated, it trembled, begging him to loosen, to withdraw, to reach satisfaction, pleading for him to finish. He could feel her approaching orgasm, beginning to go wild, her face an expression of ecstatic ecstasy. Suddenly, he felt a dizzying, intoxicating heat around his penis; her vagina contracted, and a gush of vaginal fluid spurted from deep within. He too became excited, thrusting even faster.
The last rays of the setting sun streamed through the curtains, illuminating a naked couple: the man's elbows supported his body, his penis sliding smoothly and effortlessly inside the woman's slippery vagina, emitting low, suggestive sounds. His head was pressed intimately against the woman's delicate face; her hair was disheveled, her eyes tightly closed, and her slightly parted lips emitted passionate moans. Her two long, slender, white legs were slightly raised, her snow-white flesh swaying with the man's hip movements.
The wife's cries gradually became hoarse, until finally, no sound came out at all. Her head drooped limply, her unusually disheveled hair obscuring her face, and her body trembled violently with rapid breathing. I knew she had climaxed again! Like a raging fire burning through her entire body, she felt an indescribable pleasure reach its peak, a satisfaction reaching its zenith…
In fact, over the years I had tried every kind of sexual position with my wife, and I knew her body inside and out, every part of it, as if it were part of my own. But at this moment, I couldn't ignore the powerful, clear thrusting into her. A surge of indescribable excitement welled up inside me. Such a wonderful wife, such a beautiful body. The place I was most fascinated by when we first got married was now being enjoyed by this stranger again.
Watching my beloved wife's familiar vulva being penetrated by this unfamiliar penis, I felt my blood boil, and my lower body became extremely aroused. Especially the sounds of her delicate breaths mixed with the man's rough voice made it impossible for me to control my intense feelings. This sensation seeped into my body, and I became immersed in it.
I moved to the head of the bed, beneath the man's body, and reached out to roughly knead my wife's breasts, twisting her nipples tightly…
The tall, thin man's sexual movements were the same as before—small but powerful, a steady and rhythmic thrusting. My wife's hair swayed with each thrust. They embraced tightly, their intercourse gradually reaching a passionate, ecstatic state. My wife's vaginal fluids soaked both of their pubic hair and dripped onto the bed.
The tall, thin man continued thrusting forcefully; my wife's juices were unusually abundant, and the coming together of her genitals produced frequent "splashing" sounds. His penis, glistening with her love juices, pulled out her tender flesh with each thrust, then forcefully pushed it back in. Her full breasts bounced with each movement, her body undulating in waves of flesh. Her moans grew louder and deeper, her vagina sucking at his glans with each contraction and relaxation. Now, his wife lay there limp, trying her best to meet his thrusts. She could hear nothing but the whooshing sound of blood flowing through her ears.
Suddenly, the man sensed she had reached the peak of her orgasm. Her breasts rose and fell, her body contorted, her lower abdomen thrusting upwards repeatedly. Finally, her vagina contracted in waves, her small hands gripping his shoulders tightly, moaning softly, her legs clamping around him, her body almost frozen, copious amounts of vaginal fluid gushing out.
I knew my wife was at the height of her arousal; now was the moment she needed powerful thrusts! So I said to the man, "Fuck harder! Harder!"
The man, while kissing his wife's breasts, adjusted his position, steadied her legs, and began a frenzied, relentless thrusting.
"Oh...ah...ah..."
his wife cried out again, this time her moans high-pitched, trembling, filled with pleasure. His wife's long, smooth, black hair obscured her beautiful face...
In the final moments, everything was a blur. She couldn't make a sound, not even the softest scream. She couldn't make a sound, nor could she think.
The man quickened his pace, and after a burst of passionate thrusting, a sensation of impending ejaculation reached his glans. He immediately stopped, leaving his hard penis inside his wife's warm vagina. His wife's legs were now straight, trembling slightly, likely from the contractions of her vagina during orgasm.
I imagined his semen was spraying into her body. Her eyes rolled back, her head and body twisting and turning, her hair scattering across the edge of the bed. Perhaps stimulated by the sucking sensation caused by my wife's vaginal contractions, I trembled along with her.
Then, his buttocks and buttocks slowly relaxed, and my wife felt the warm semen flowing down her buttocks. The tall, thin man's penis slowly withdrew from my wife's body, and her tender red lips parted. That organ that had just been so powerful, hot, and exciting, bringing my wife unparalleled passion, gradually slid out of my wife's still-hot cavity as the man got up, but a few thin, long strands of mucus were pulled out in the middle. Then, milky white semen gushed out...
After the tall, thin man got off, my wife lay in my arms, panting. I stroked her hair, comforting her. At this moment, the fat man seized the opportunity, moving behind his wife and caressing her buttocks. His penis was large and thick, especially the glans, which was large and smooth, like an egg. He held his wife's buttocks, his beer belly pressing hard against her buttocks, and slowly squeezed the glans into her wet vagina from the lower edge of her buttocks.
"Ah!"
His wife opened her mouth wide, and the muscles in her legs tensed up. Although this thing had been in and out of her body many times, its size still gave her a strong stimulation.
The fat man immediately flipped his wife's body over, lifted her legs, revealing her full, dark vulva, aimed his glans at her vulva, and suddenly arched his body under her, pulling her down flat. The fat man's erect penis slid in smoothly. This action was both shocking and gave his wife a strange sense of pleasure...
He was so powerful, and she was repeatedly moved like this. The fat man began to slowly rock his waist back and forth, thrusting in and out. His wife's moans rang out again. The fat man thrust in and out repeatedly. His wife moaned incessantly, her cries growing louder with each thrust. Encouraged by her moans, the fat man thrust even harder and more frantically. His wife's cries began to tremble, and her vaginal fluids increased, making a "plop" and
"splat" sound as his penis entered and exited.
The area tightly gripping his penis began to twitch and vibrate, initially violently, then transforming into a wave-like rhythmic movement of the vaginal walls. The fat man's penis was enveloped by the tight, hot flesh of her vagina, experiencing unparalleled pleasure. He simply closed his eyes, focusing intently on the pleasure of this frenzied intercourse, while thrusting upwards, forcefully penetrating deeper into her core.
Then, he made his wife kneel again, raising her plump, soft buttocks, and entered her from behind. At first, he gently moved his glans back and forth, then smoothly pushed his penis forward until it was completely submerged in her vagina, swallowed entirely by her fiery body. He began to ride behind her, thrusting for a long time, his testicles bobbing back and forth, rubbing against her thighs. His penis was squeezed tightly by her. His abdomen began to slap her buttocks, and he saw her buttocks gleaming white, and he could see her anus opening and closing with each thrust of his penis. His chest began to heave violently, his breathing quickened, and he felt himself blossoming and swelling inside her.
He thrust wildly, and her buttocks rotated back and forth to meet him. He felt the pressure of her vagina was so intense that it almost hurt him; she became hot and frenzied, and his penis continued to thrust in and out. He knew she had reached orgasm before him once again. He felt a surge of pleasure, watching with satisfaction as he violated the body beneath him, enjoying the sensation of his penis flowing with hot, gushing vaginal fluid. He thrust wildly and relentlessly. His lust was intense; his hands, fingers spread wide, gripped his wife's firm breasts, squeezing them as if trying to tear off two plump mounds of flesh.
The fat man held his wife's buttocks, relentlessly pounding into her from behind. He bent over her, pinning her down, completely controlling her. The force of his thrusts was just right; each time he penetrated deep into her vagina, he would pause heavily, then twist his hips forcefully from side to side, allowing his penis, swollen to its limit, to be felt even more intensely inside her. The wife lay face down on the bed, her head pressed against the headboard, her legs limp and kneeling on the bed. Her body swayed back and forth with the fat man's thrusts. Sweat soaked her beautiful hair. If it weren't for her legs instinctively supporting her and the fat man holding her buttocks tightly, she would have collapsed.
The fat man's thrusting motions from behind his wife's buttocks became increasingly vigorous, presumably penetrating to the deepest part of her body, almost suffocating her. Several times, due to the excessive force, his penis slipped out of her vagina. Despite this, the fat man was unusually agile, simply lifting his hips slightly to skillfully push his penis back into his wife's vagina. Perhaps this repeated withdrawal and re-entry intensified the friction between their genitals, and this intermittent thrusting gave his wife even more stimulating pleasure.
Later, his wife's cries became devoid of substance, merely faint moans emanating from deep within her throat with each of the fat man's deep and shallow thrusts: "Oh! Hmm... Hmm... Hmm..."
The movements on the bed caused the entire bed to shake violently, and I could feel the intense throbbing transmitted between their bodies. His wife seemed completely immersed in lust at this point, her face displaying an expression of ecstasy during lovemaking. Beads of sweat constantly seeped from her body, condensing on her nose and sticking to her temples.
"Ah...oh..."
The wife cried out even louder, her hands gripping the pillow tightly, her whole body writhing, her sweat-drenched face displaying a dazed expression of pleasure...
Suddenly, the fat man increased his speed, his large belly slamming against the wife's buttocks with a "smack! smack!"
sound. The wife could no longer move, her teeth clenched tightly, yet trembling incessantly, her lips almost bleeding from being bitten. She cried out again, "Ah, I'm going to die!" Then, she collapsed onto the bed, trembling uncontrollably.
Just as the wife collapsed, in an instant, with the fat man's most violent thrust, the wife let out a hoarse cry. The fat man abruptly stopped pumping, spurts of semen shooting out like arrows from his penis, all of it entering the wife's still contracting vagina. His obese lower abdomen pressed tightly against the wife's buttocks, holding her firmly in place.
I couldn't see the expressions on their faces—whether it was excitement or pleasure—but I could see their gluteal muscles intermittently relaxing and contracting, their bodies trembling slightly, and a section of the penis still protruding from their vaginas, the pulsation of the protruding urethra barely visible.
I knew—he had ejaculated again inside my wife's warm vagina!
A moment later, the fat man went limp, collapsing onto his wife, his gluteal muscles still twitching with the lingering tremor of ejaculation, like a brilliant shooting star leaving a faint trail of light after it streaked across the night sky. Even after the climax, he remained there, arched, his penis gradually calming down inside her vagina, occasionally trembling with the afterglow of orgasm.
After a while, the tall, thin man laid his wife back down on the bed. Her naked body looked incredibly smooth against the light-colored sheets; her full breasts stood high, the nipples trembling with her breath; her long, shapely legs were beautifully proportioned, and the soft pubic hair at the base of her thighs clung wetly to her full, mature vulva. Having just been intimate four times, her body exuded an obscene, seductive allure. The tall, thin man greedily gazed at his wife's alluring naked body, staring at the young woman's most exquisite features. His penis hardened again. He reached down and touched her vulva; it was still wet. He rolled over and pressed himself against her, supporting her legs with his hands, raising them to the sides. Her wet vulva protruded upwards, her labia slightly parted. The tall, thin man aimed his newly erect, thick penis at his wife's moist vulva, and with a thrust, the large glans plunged into her already unguarded lower body with a soft "plop." The fat man stood excitedly to the side, filming his wife being raped by the tall, thin man while his free hand groped her wet genitals. The tall, thin man wrapped his wife's thighs around his waist, his penis rubbing against the tender vaginal walls, continuing to penetrate in waves. Her warm genitals gripped his penis tightly, and the tingling sensation from the tip of his glans made his blood boil. His wife was immersed in waves of pleasure, feeling the penis rubbing and thrusting inside her vagina. She moaned softly, twisting her supple waist. It was clear she was about to climax again. With each thrust, her buttocks instinctively lifted, her movements involuntarily responding to the penetration, despite her exhaustion.
Knowing she was close to orgasm, the tall, thin man didn't rush. He held her smooth thighs around his waist, his thick penis continuing its slow, steady thrusting.
Finally, the tall, thin man reached another climax on his wife's body. As his penis contracted in waves, he ejaculated streams of hot semen into her. His wife trembled uncontrollably. In her hazy state, she felt the rapidly thrusting penis inside her suddenly change into slow, powerful thrusts. With each throbbing, a surge of hot, tingling fluid hit her cervix. Her fingers, which had been pressing against her breasts, stopped moving and instead gripped them tightly, as if trying to burst them.
His wife then raised her legs, completely exposing her naked lower body to the powerful ejaculation of his semen. His penis continued to penetrate her. She was almost numb, lying on the bed, not wanting to move at all. Milky white semen flowed from between her slightly swollen labia. The tall, thin man held her full body tightly, pressing his genitals firmly against her warm, moist genitals. He didn't want his slowly softening penis to fall out so quickly, wanting it to stay in her warm, wet, ecstatic cave a little longer, until the pleasure subsided and his penis was finally squeezed out.
As soon as the tall, thin man got off, the fat man, who had been eagerly waiting, grabbed his wife's legs, hoisted them onto his shoulders, and pressed his short, fat body against her full figure. Without any foreplay or caressing, he grasped his penis, aimed it at his wife's wet vulva, and with a "plop," it went in all the way. The warm walls of his wife's vagina tightly gripped the invading penis, and the fat man cried out in pleasure. He began to excitedly twist his hips and his large, protruding body, making his penis go in and out of his wife's body quickly and slowly, thrusting in and out forcefully with each stroke, pulling it to the edge before forcefully plunging it in again.
"Ah..."
The wife felt she couldn't take it anymore. Her legs, which had been hanging on the floor, lifted up and bent beside the fat man. At their genitals, the fat man's rough, hard penis thrust in and out, violently impacting her tender vagina. Each thrust reached the very point of contact. The wife felt as if she were being pierced through, and her vaginal secretions increased, wetting their joined bodies. Each thrust from the fat man produced a "splat! splat!" sound.
The passionate intercourse continued. The splattering sounds of the two bodies colliding violently, the squelching sounds of the penis entering and exiting the vagina filled with semen and vaginal fluid, the fat man's heavy breathing, and the wife's helpless moans mingled in the air, filling the room with a lewd atmosphere. Watching the fat man ravish my wife on the bed, the tall, thin man also took out his camera and started taking pictures.
After about ten minutes, the fat man laid his wife flat on the bed again, pulled up her legs, hooked them on his shoulders, and began to thrust even deeper. The fat man grabbed his wife's breasts with both hands, pinching and squeezing them, coordinating with his piston-like movements, entering a semi-frenzied state. His wife was completely overwhelmed by the fear and stimulation of this unprecedentedly intense intercourse. Her lower body trembled incessantly with each thrust, her mature, full flesh ruthlessly possessed and ravaged by the fat man's dark, obese body. The lingering sensual numbness made her lower body muscles bulge.
His wife's legs were wide open, welcoming each impact from the fat man, the sounds of "splashing" and "splashing" coming from her lower body, her breathing becoming heavier, her lips slightly parted. At this point, his wife had completely lost her initiative, letting him do as he pleased. After all, she had been raped several times in a row, her whole body weak, with no strength to even make a gesture that wasn't refusal.
This time, the fat man lasted exceptionally long, for half an hour. His wife had already had one orgasm, her lower body even more slippery, and she began to breathe heavily, her upper body pressed down on the bed by the fat man, her legs raised high at her sides. The fat man placed his hands on his wife's knees, leaving her body suspended in the air, and thrust in and out forcefully and roughly, showing no tenderness whatsoever. With each thrust, his wife would tremble involuntarily, and her lower body would become like a flood, with murky liquid flowing continuously down her buttocks and onto the bed.
The wife moaned, and seeing her aroused again, the fat man became even more vigorous, thrusting in and out, alternating between angles and sides, relentlessly ramming into her vagina from any angle. It looked like he was riding a horse, his obese body swaying erratically, repeatedly bringing the young woman to the peak of lust, leaving her with unforgettable memories.
A respectable woman couldn't withstand such stimulation and torment. The wife's whole body trembled as if electrified, her round buttocks rising with each thrust. The fat man felt incredibly lucky; what was even more stimulating was that his wife was a typical respectable woman, unlike the common promiscuous women easily seduced. Her pure and innocent body moaned under his rape, giving him a perverse sense of accomplishment.
His wife's body felt like it was being vigorously pounded in a blender; her hair flew wildly, and she moaned in arousal, "I can't... take it anymore..." Stimulated by her, the fat man squeezed her breasts harder, causing her voice to sound pained.
Half an hour later, the fat man felt a surge of heat and roared as gushes of hot fluid shot deep into his wife's vagina. His wife's face flushed red, and she dared not struggle, feeling a thick, fishy-smelling liquid spurt from his genitals, followed by another, flowing into her body. She didn't utter a sound, closing her eyes, her legs dangling over the edge of the bed.
The fat man, enjoying the pleasure of his orgasm, held his wife's waist and thrust a few more times. His wife trembled a few times, and he had ejaculated all his semen into the other man's wife's vagina. His limp body lay motionless on top of his wife, who was half a head taller than him. After a long while, he reluctantly felt his penis slip limply out of her vagina, a sticky stream of semen slowly flowing out.
A touch of coercion, a touch of teasing, a touch of fear, a touch of curiosity—all these factors caused his wife to give up her last resistance, allowing two strange men to fuck her wildly for half a day.
She remembered everything clearly, from resistance to stalemate to submission. She had a chance to leave, but she didn't. From resistance to submission, to utter helplessness in the face of the intense onslaught, she finally released her restraints, letting out a loud, groaning cry. She needed release. Unable to withstand the peak of pleasure, she was repeatedly raped until she fainted. Each subsequent awakening was another stimulation of physical desire. They continued to have sex with her relentlessly, causing her to go from lucidity to the peak of ecstasy, to dizziness, and back to lucidity, for an unknown duration. What surprised me was that the first frenzy lasted so long. They first smiled at my wife, who lay limp on the bed, her lower body covered in semen, then looked at me, asking her, not me, "Are you alright?"
My wife seemed still in a daze, too weak to answer their questions.
Damn it, I thought to myself: What's with the feigned concern after they've fucked her? Because of the lewd glint in their eyes, I didn't interpret their questions as genuine concern.
Later, with my permission, and as a memento, the two online friends each took out their digital cameras and posed my limp wife in several lewd positions, taking hundreds of photos. In the photos, my wife was completely naked, her full, white breasts prominently displayed, her private parts clearly visible, her tender labia glistening with milky white semen, the semen making her pubic hair stand on end. It
was all over.
After the two online friends finished cleaning up, I told my wife to go clean first. My wife, naked and voluptuous, walked out in front of us, her steps unsteady, and staggered into the bathroom. Later, my wife told me that because it was the first time she had experienced such intense stimulation, her legs had been weak the whole time. She carefully cleaned the nipples that the two online friends had sucked and the areas they had kissed. In
the ecstasy of those moments, she needed that sucking and kissing; after calming down, she felt she had to remove those marks because she belonged to her husband and couldn't accept other men leaving anything on her. Women's psychology is always so contradictory.
After such stimulating intercourse, my wife could no longer deny the chaotic pleasure of the flesh. At this moment, her mind was in turmoil, confused by the rape she had suffered. Her desires receded like the tide, her mind was a mess, only her body was working silently. It was already past 9 pm. From when we entered the house, the three of us had been playing for more than three hours. While my wife went to wash up, I asked my two online friends, "How was it? Was your sister-in-law alright?"
The two online friends nodded and said, "Although she didn't seem very open at first, she was very cooperative when it came to actually doing it, making the fucking feel very comfortable. You could say it was the first time we'd ever had such comfortable fucking."
I went into the bathroom, composed myself, packed my things, and when I came out, my wife was already dressed in a skirt and waiting for me in the room. She still looked so dignified and beautiful, but her face was covered with a shy blush. Looking at my dignified and elegant wife, who would have thought that just a few minutes ago, she was a slut enjoying sexual pleasure!
After the passion subsided and calm returned, my wife's shyness in front of the two online friends seemed to intensify. I said goodbye to the two men when we left; my wife didn't say a word. She later said she felt incredibly embarrassed and practically fled the room.
In the lobby, I gently embraced my wife. In that instant, a thousand emotions probably swirled within her—surprise, joy, resentment—and she suddenly burst into tears. Actually, she had been silently weeping since her first sexual encounter with another man, but it had gradually turned into moans…
I tenderly held her in my arms, stroking her cheek, and said, "Just now, seeing you being with someone else, it really broke my heart."
Through her tears, my wife slowly smiled, a peaceful expression after exhaustion.
I looked at her and asked, "May I kiss you?"
My wife lowered her eyes and nodded. So I leaned down and kissed her eyelids. Between her trembling lips, her melancholy slowly dissipated, blooming into a gentle lotus. At this moment, my wife blurted out, "I've already experienced it. You said it was just once, will you do it again?"
My heart tightened, and I asked her if she didn't enjoy it.
My wife said, "As long as you like it, that's enough."
Actually, she later told me that she did feel quite good physically at the time, very excited and thrilled, with a fresh and stimulating feeling she had never experienced before. But it was too time-consuming and energy-draining, and she was mainly worried about affecting our family life.
I reassured her that this wouldn't happen too often, and I would only arrange it when appropriate, asking her not to worry. Then I asked her if she would still be willing to have me arrange it like this in the future.
My wife vaguely agreed, saying, "We'll see later."
I knew that my wife couldn't forget this pleasure, but she didn't want to encourage me to do it too much, which was why she was so perfunctory. My wife is a good woman; she was afraid that I would become addicted to this kind of game and become obsessed with it.
I asked my wife if she was nervous when we entered the room and were about to have sex. My wife replied that of course she was nervous, but because it was something I arranged, even if she didn't want to accept it, she didn't want to make me angry. At the time, I had a "go-with-the-flow" mentality, willing to endure anything, even going through fire
and water. But as it turned out, how could I possibly ask my beloved wife to go through such a thing? Although it was the most intense lovemaking she had ever experienced, she only felt pleasure!
However, I believed my wife's words. Because she trusted me, she wasn't afraid of anything; she was simply doing something she didn't want to do. In comparison, I felt I suffered far more emotional conflict and psychological torment.
I nodded and told the two online friends that we had to go, it was getting late. The two friends nodded understandingly and said, "Then hurry up and go, they'll stay here tonight." They slowly dressed while chatting with me. They said they really enjoyed being with us. I teased them, saying, "If you like, feel free to call us anytime!"
Life is like rape; when you can't resist, just lie down and enjoy it. This threesome memory is shared; it's something my wife and I can't forget, and we can't erase it with our own power. This unexpected act, in which my wife agreed to participate, seemed to inject a powerful energy boost into my body. During that period, I had sex with my wife frantically every day. When the struggle subsided, I was drenched in sweat, but my wife was still incredibly aroused, coiling around me like a snake. "Baby, I've never seen such a crazy, horny woman. If this continues, I'll die inside your cunt," I said breathlessly, secretly astonished. Since my wife had sex with a strange man, she'd become so passionate about sex. Could it be that the threesome experience, along with her affairs with my friend and Ding Liqiang, had completely awakened her libido?
(To be continued)

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