The erotic novel "Sexual Encounters Between a Quasi-Couple (Part 2)"

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[Sexual Affairs of a Pre-marital Couple] (42)
Author: Facemaskdon
Published on SexInSex on July 10, 2009
Thursday night, Jing dawdled until after 10 o'clock before starting to pack. I saw her hesitating in front of the open wardrobe and laughed, "Find two pretty and sexy ones."
Jing looked embarrassed, "Don't laugh at me!", and then she came over and hugged me, and murmured, "Husband... I'm still a little scared..."
"What are you scared of? You're a grown man, he's not going to eat you." Before she could think too much, I continued to ask, "Where are you staying, his house or a hotel?" Actually, I had already discussed these details with Brother Qiang, along with some basic rules, such as no taking photos or videos. I asked Jing this, just to let her feel that she was not completely unaware of what was going to happen by recounting these trivial matters.
"Yeah, he said he booked a villa-style hotel, and he'll pick me up after work."
"Did he tell you what clothes to bring?"
Jing's face flushed, and she nestled in my arms, whispering, "No, he said... I can just go by myself..."
I chuckled softly in her ear, "Anyway, most of the time, he definitely won't let you be properly dressed."
Jing said "Oh," and her body went a little weak. "Honey... are you willing to let me go?"
"The more you're unwilling, the more exciting it is... You don't believe me? Feel it," I pulled her small hand down to my lower body.
"It's so hard... I'll make it up to you when we get back..."
"You said it... When we get there, let loose a bit, learn how others do it, and we'll try it when we get back."
Jing responded, then looked up and scolded, "You just like to sell me out."
I chuckled, "Alright, alright, we'll talk about it when we get back."
...
Early Friday morning, I vaguely heard the alarm clock ring twice, and then I felt Jing get up beside me. I don't know how much time passed in a daze, but then I felt soft, warm lips on my face. "Honey, I'm leaving." I forced my eyes open and saw Jing, dressed neatly, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at me with a faint smile. I mumbled a sleepy
"Mmm." "You idiot," she stared at me blankly for a while, "You're leaving."
...
After a busy morning, I suddenly had some free time at lunchtime. I unconsciously opened my wallet and saw that my train ticket was still there, which brought a sense of peace. What
I hadn't told Jing was that I would also be going to Hangzhou tomorrow.
However, tonight was my free time, and I didn't want to stay at home alone and overthink things, so I naturally made plans with Helen.
...
Eight o'clock, Bund 3. A
slow-paced French meal, with plenty of time to pour out our hearts. Helen was different from her previous melancholy; she seemed calm and intimate, and her words revealed her interactions with other men. After all, she's a woman born in the 80s. I was overthinking it. I thought I should be happy for her and myself, but a bittersweet feeling of vanity shattering lingered in my heart. "Did you really expect her to be heartbroken and die for you?" I smiled at her, not letting the slightest ripple in my heart show. Of course not. I just thought I was a special man, but it turns out I'm not that special. Suddenly, I realized that perhaps to all the women I've been with, I wasn't that special, except for Jing. What is she doing now? Even though tonight is just the prelude, Brother Qiang probably won't let her off the hook...
While eating dessert, a pleasant ringtone suddenly sounded across the table. Helen elegantly took out her phone, smiled at me after looking at the screen, and answered, "What brings you here? Calling me on a Friday night?"
I wondered which man it was, but I didn't know what that smile meant.
"I'm having dinner with him... Do you want to come?"
I was completely dumbfounded.
"What are you doing here? How about this, we're almost finished eating, see you at Musé in half an hour, the one near Fuxing Park, um, bye."
She hung up the phone, looking at me with a smile, and said, "As soon as I said I was having dinner with you, she said she wanted to come over."
"Who is it?" I guessed pretty much who it was, but couldn't help asking.
"Who are you talking about? Nikki, of course."
I thought to myself, "You didn't even consult me before letting her come over. Looks like you have no intention of coming home with me tonight." I said "Oh," but my tone was hesitant.
"What, scared?"
"I just don't understand what you two are up to."
"I told her, and she told me."
Even with my thick skin, I couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed. After a long pause, I said, "She and I... a long time ago..."
She looked at me, unable to tell what she was thinking. "I've always wondered why she always told me to be wary of you. Now I finally understand."
"Ahem... ahem... Sir, the bill!"
...
The Muse was always so busy; it was only 8:30 and there were almost no seats left. I finally managed to settle down at the bar. In the dim light, Helen's beautiful face seemed even more alluring. I sipped my Chivas Regal, holding an ice cube in my mouth, thinking that she was really attractive to me.
"Hey!" Nikki suddenly appeared out of nowhere and gave me a shove.
She had clearly changed her clothes at home and even touched up her makeup. A black dress, revealing a large expanse of her smooth, fair back, made her already striking appearance even more captivating.
Seeing the hint of reproach on her face, a far cry from the aloof coldness of the past few days, I felt a stirring in my heart and smiled, "You look beautiful tonight!"
Nikki scoffed, tossing her head, "No sincerity at all!" Turning to Helen, I noticed Helen's expression harden slightly at my teasing, but it vanished in an instant, and the two of them were chatting intimately, their words flowing so fast I couldn't get a word in edgewise.
"Whiskey and Coke," I said to Bartender, seeing Nikki ignoring me.
Nikki, seemingly oblivious to my presence, turned and asked, "How did you know I wanted whiskey and cola?"
"Don't you always drink that?"
"I'm having cosmo today."
I couldn't help but laugh. "Okay, no problem... cosmo, thanks... Here, have a seat."
Within moments, all the bar seats were taken, so I simply stood between the two of them.
"Aren't you tired of standing?" Nikki asked while Helen went to the restroom, her voice unnaturally casual.
A warm feeling welled up inside me, and I chuckled, "With such a beautiful woman by my side, how could I be tired?" I thought to myself, why is it that women always take my kindness for granted? They get so easily moved by the slightest bit of reciprocation. But
her expression turned cold. "You mean Helen?"
I couldn't help but laugh, thinking to myself, "Honestly, I meant both of you," but I said aloud, "Of course I meant you! You look really good in that dress!" My hand unconsciously slipped onto her soft waist.
She pushed my hand away, sneering, "You're quite something, aren't you? You can fool any girl."
"No way!" I was about to weakly defend myself when I saw Nikki's expression change, and sure enough, Helen was walking towards us.
...
The whiskey was switched to red wine, but it was too weak, so we switched to vodka...I don't remember who suggested going to the mansion to dance...Nikki lost terribly at dice, and then my luck was absolutely terrible. I poured myself another glass, only to find everyone around me gone… I slumped onto the sofa, watching two beautiful women embracing and swaying on the dance floor. Someone seemed to be whistling nearby. A primal urge surged within me, and I involuntarily staggered over… I didn't even need to move; the world was spinning. Two more women were swirling around me, one in front and one behind, as if everyone around us was watching… I brushed against the one in front, then reached back to hug the one behind. I had just pinched her butt when she… yeah, it was Helen… pushed me away…
The three of us laughed wildly and walked out the door. Nikki collapsed to the floor, unable to get up. Helen desperately pulled her up, and I hoisted her onto my back.
In my daze, I heard Helen say, “We can’t let her go back like this, her mother will scold her!” She
replied with a question about where to go, and I think I heard her say a hotel. “Then let’s go to the Garden Hotel, it’s close.”
I stumbled to the hotel, not even knowing the list price, only that in that state, I knew it was quite expensive. I dragged Nikki upstairs and finally laid her down on the bed. I lay down myself, not wanting to get up.
In my hazy state, I heard the seemingly endless sound of running water. Completely losing track of time, I don't know how much time passed, when suddenly I heard a pleasant voice say, "Aren't you going to take a shower?"
I sat up and saw Helen with wet hair and bare face, her cheeks flushed, wearing only a pure white bath towel. I answered and, without hesitation, stripped down to my underwear before entering the bathroom. Thankfully, the shower stall wasn't slippery, and the water hitting my head helped me sober up a bit.
"She has a good tolerance for alcohol..." I thought hazily, then thought of the alluring body under the towel, and suddenly wondered why she came to the hotel. Did she want to do something with me? This complicated question was impossible to figure out right now. Finally, I decided that if she was still wrapped in a towel and not dressed when I left, it meant she wanted me.
The bathroom door suddenly opened, and I stared in disbelief as Helen, her face flushed but resolute, resolutely untied her towel and jumped in naked, hugging me tightly from behind. I snapped out of it, turned around, and pulled her into my arms, sealing her lips with my own. The water washed over us, each soft undulation of her body sliding against my skin. We caressed each other vigorously, ignoring the stray strands of our wet hair, impulsively biting each other.
The feeling of passion igniting between us was intoxicating; the unspoken understanding between our bodies told me she was feeling what I was feeling. In a frenzy, I grabbed her hair, turned her around, pressed her upper body against the faucet, and guided my erect penis towards her crotch. She moaned, her supple waist rising and falling with her movements. In a few thrusts, I found the hollow between her thighs and thrust halfway in. Her legs went weak, and she tried to slide down, but I grabbed her waist and pulled her back. With a thrust, she lost her footing, letting out a loud "Ouch!" as she braced herself against the wall.
The water kept splashing against her buttocks and back, making it almost impossible for me to open my eyes. But the pleasure and excitement drove me to thrust into her with all my might, the slapping sounds of our wet bodies colliding more intense than usual. She moaned, enduring it, and after a while, she turned her head and gasped, "Let's go to bed... I can't stand anymore."
I hastily dried myself off, walked naked out of the bathroom, and suddenly saw Nikki still sleeping in bed. I hesitated for a moment, but Helen had already taken my hand and led me to the bedside, pulling me down onto her and giving me a passionate kiss around the neck. It was the first time I had ever been naked and intimate with another woman in front of her, and I felt both nervous and excited. The effects of the alcohol had worn off slightly, and my mind was able to process things a little more. I couldn't help but fantasize about making love with both of them at the same time—the enchanting scene of one king and two queens, wouldn't that be the envy of even the gods?
Although the thought crossed my mind, I dared not show it, only venting my pent-up desire on the soft body pressing down on me. Just as I was burying my face in her shoulder and licking her, I suddenly felt her hand leave my neck and then move to my buttocks. The sensation was completely different. I instinctively looked up and saw that she had taken Nikki's hand and was stroking my waist and hips. Nikki was half-opening her eyes, looking at us, neither cooperating nor refusing. I abruptly turned to look at Helen, only to see her laughing drunkenly, "What are you waiting for? Take off her clothes."
I hesitated for a moment, "Are you serious?"
"Don't wait for me to change my mind."
I looked at Nikki again; her eyes, barely open, held confusion and sadness, but no resistance. Instantly, I was filled with ecstatic joy. Afraid this was just a dream, I quickly stripped Nikki of her clothes. As I lifted her slender legs and peeled off her small lace panties, two fair and beautiful female bodies were simultaneously and completely exposed before my eyes. My eyes greedily savored this earthly beauty, and the unparalleled pleasure made me want to shout out loud.
One passionately demanding, the other wistfully lingering. Lying on one's body, a soft, jade-like skin pressed against my back. Fragrant lips clung to my mouth, my hands kneaded between the two differently sensitive peaks, and my delicate, agile tongue teased my testicles. I got up and pulled Helen, who had been enjoying sucking my genitals, onto her back. Then I laid Nikki on top of her, arranging her in a wanton rear-entry position. From the foot of the bed, her four intertwined snow-white legs revealed dazzlingly white buttocks, and her vulva was like a budding flower, each with its own unique charm.
My lust surged, and I parted Nikki's labia, examining them intently. My fingers slowly traced her sensitive spots, eliciting soft moans from her lips. Her hands went limp, and her cheek pressed against Helen's chest. It had been a long time since we had made love, and with a thrust, I excitedly opened her tight vaginal opening, letting out a blissful
"oh." "So comfortable," Helen said, stroking Nikki's hair, looking at me with a hint of jealousy. Nikki was still somewhat dazed, moaning but remaining silent.
"We're each good in our own way," I said, no longer holding back.
"Go to hell."
"Have you ever had a threesome before?" I asked casually, while fucking Nikki.
Helen glared at me and said, "Of course not!" then, as if talking to herself, "Only with you, and her..."
Hearing this, I felt a sense of relief, followed by immense vanity.
Seeing my smile, she said, "Smug, aren't you?"
I couldn't help but laugh, "Of course!" After a few hundred thrusts, I withdrew and instinctively pushed Nikki forward, Helen's legs rising high. I aimed and thrust in, "Your turn. I'll tell you the difference later." Her cavity wasn't as narrow, but it still had an unusually slippery, tight grip.
"Oh...you rascal..." The derogatory word, spoken by a woman in the midst of intercourse, carried an irresistible allure.
Nikki's two snowy buttocks were still raised in front of me, her pubic hair damp and glistening with moisture. I was aroused, thrusting harder into Helen, but simultaneously slapping Nikki's buttocks, causing her to shudder and moan.
"Hers is especially tight, yours is tight and slippery."
"You mean...I'm not tight enough?!" Helen stubbornly tried to escape, but I held her legs firmly, preventing her from getting away.
I held her two wide-open legs tightly, lewdly grinning, "You used to be so tight, but I've loosened you up a little lately."
"No..." Her body went limp at my cheesy words.
I lightly slapped Nikki's buttocks, "You can't escape either. I haven't had any with you lately, a huge waste of resources."
Nikki, still quite drunk, protested with her eyes closed, "Who wants to be with you!"
I wanted to punish her, but then I chuckled, wishing I had one more thing, and gently touched her clitoris, silencing her immediately. After a while, my middle finger suddenly thrust in, making her gasp, then tremble and moan as I rapidly penetrated her. The thought of using direct physical contact, taking turns enjoying their most primal experiences, filled me with a sense of conquest. My body, weakened by alcohol, wasn't as prone to orgasm. The three of us went at it for what felt like forever. After Nikki begged for mercy, I changed positions with Helen a couple more times. Feeling like I'd just been in a sauna, I finally reached my limit.
"I'm fucking exhausted!" I cried, drenched in sweat, squeezing out the last of my strength to thrust into her.
"Shoot!" Helen, her face flushed, had strands of wet hair clinging to her forehead. Seeing my impending climax, she hugged me tightly and even lifted her head to lick the drops of sweat dripping from my chin and neck.
"Let me shoot on your face!" I instinctively knew she wouldn't refuse any of my requests now. Panting, I pulled out and dragged Nikki over as well. "You catch it too!"
Our beautiful faces were close, our eyelashes trembling with fear, our panting red lips filled with anticipation and desire. Four arms intertwined, two pairs of jade-like breasts swaying before my eyes. I knelt on the bed, gazing at this incredibly stimulating sight, and quickly pressed down the last few straws on myself. "Oh... Ah!..." The energy that had been pent up for a week turned into a powerful jet of white semen. The first two or three spurts smeared Helen's eyes, and the intense, soul-stirring pleasure slightly shifted direction. Then, amidst the moans and groans of the two women, Nikki's temples, lips, and nose were left in a mess...
Weakly supporting myself on the bed, I was almost exhausted and gasped for breath with my eyes closed. After the orgasm, my hypersensitive lower body was instantly taken into a warm mouth, making me tremble involuntarily. Then... a second one... They comforted me with the gentlest touch in the world, filling my mind with conquest and gratitude. [Sexual Encounters Between Couples] (43) Author: Facemaskdon Published
on July 22, 2009 in SexInSex
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********* ... Sitting in the taxi, I turned on my phone and, unsurprisingly, received several text messages from Jing. Because I had deliberately turned off my phone early last night, I was only receiving them now. "I'm going to eat." "You rascal, where are you going? Why didn't you reply?!" I wondered about her mood when she sent those messages, and couldn't help but smile, while also wondering if my deliberate attempts to mold her mindset were clever or... The hour-and-a-half train journey finally allowed me to catch up on some of the sleep I had severely lacked the night before. Before getting off the train, I texted Qiang Ge to say I had arrived in Hangzhou, and then hailed a taxi to the agreed-upon teahouse. Perhaps because they're used to ripping off Shanghainese, the taxi drivers in Hangzhou weren't very courteous. When I arrived, the lobby was empty. Qiang Ge and another middle-aged man were already sitting by the window. Around the same time, he saw me, smiled, and waved for me to come over. "Hello, Xiao Dong! Have a seat," Qiang Ge stood up and introduced, "This is my friend, Chen Wei. Old Chen, this is a friend I recently met, you can call him Xiao Dong. Don't let his youth fool you, he's already a manager at a big foreign company." "Oh, so young and accomplished!" the man said politely, looking to be in his mid-forties, casually dressed, with a large gold ring on his right hand. "Not at all," the waiter came over to greet us. I had eaten something before boarding the train, so I only ordered a bubble tea. "We're all family, order whatever you like," the three of them exchanged pleasantries for a moment. Then Qiang Ge yawned, and Chen Wei laughed, "Old Xu, you're not young anymore, you need to take care of yourself!" Judging from his expression, he clearly had something else in mind. Qiang glanced at me quickly, then laughed, "Old Xu, I only recently got the hang of it, I just couldn't resist! It's hard work, but you reap what you sow!" Turning to me, he explained, "The secretary you met last time, the one I just hired, her boyfriend's not around these past few days, hehe." I knew he was referring to Jing, so it seemed Chen Wei had seen her last night too. I deliberately feigned envy and said, "She's very pretty, Qiang, you're quite the ladies' man!" He chuckled, boasting, "To be honest, I was with her until 2 AM last night, and when I came out at noon, she was still asleep!" His explicit words immediately created a somewhat lewd atmosphere. Although I was somewhat prepared, hearing him say it in front of me and another person made my heart pound. Looking at Chen Wei, his expression was a mixture of envy and something strange, as if he were fantasizing about Jing, unconsciously asking, "What do you think of this woman?" He then smiled somewhat sheepishly. Qiang Ge, however, seemed completely unconcerned, chuckling, "I've never had anything this comfortable before." He glanced at me casually, looked around, and lowered his voice, "Putting everything else aside, her entire body, her skin so smooth and tender, so white, the feeling of touching her, tsk tsk..." Hearing him describe his experience with my fiancée to another man in broad daylight, I felt a surge of heat rising to my face, a mixture of humiliation and excitement.

Chen Wei's eyes narrowed slightly as he listened, and he pressed, "Is she sexy in bed?"
Qiang Ge smiled slightly, "Not exactly sexy, but pretty sexy too."
Chen Wei laughed, "Alright, alright, Lao Xu, stop beating around the bush, just tell me."
"Actually, that woman is a respectable white-collar worker at a big company."
"Oh?" Chen Wei looked surprised, "No wonder, I was wondering why she didn't look like a prostitute."
Qiang Ge continued smugly, "Just a perfectly respectable woman, very juicy down there. If you say she's sexy, she'll resist when you touch her, but if you say she's not sexy, once she gets into it, hehe, she's quite uninhibited."
"Does she moan?"
“She doesn’t moan much at first, but she gets louder as she gets into it, and she can scream whatever she wants.”
Chen Wei swallowed. “I like girls who moan; it’s really motivating.”
I was restless, partly curious, partly afraid that my silence would give Chen Wei away. I asked casually, “How did you manage to get your hands on such a gem, Brother Qiang?”
Brother Qiang stared into my eyes and said, word by word, “You won’t believe it, but her boyfriend offered himself to me.”
I hadn’t expected him to say that so directly. My heart pounded, a mixture of fear and excitement. I was terrified he would reveal that I was the one in front of Chen Wei, but there was also a strange thrill. I glanced nervously at Chen Wei, who looked confused and waited for Brother Qiang to continue.
“Her boyfriend likes other people to have sex with her while he watches. I chatted with him online a few times, and then he offered his girlfriend to me.”
Chen Wei’s mouth dropped open, speechless for a long time.
Seeing that he didn’t seem to be about to mention me, I breathed a sigh of relief. To make my performance more convincing, I forced myself to remain calm and continued, "Impossible, right? There are men like that?"
Brother Qiang's gaze deepened as he smiled at me, saying, "Why not? There are many unimaginable things in this world. Some men aren't satisfied with just playing with their wives; they like to go to great lengths to encourage their wives to sleep with other men. Seeing their women serving others is more enjoyable than doing it themselves."
I felt incredibly uncomfortable under his gaze, yet the description was also incredibly stimulating, and I silently screamed in my heart, "That's right! That's me!"
Chen Wei, still reeling from the shock, stammered, "So last night... you... did it with her in front of her boyfriend?" His tone changed towards the end.
Qiang Ge chuckled, "No, her boyfriend's away on a business trip, he's not here these past few days."
"Oh...right, you mentioned it earlier," Chen Wei sighed, shaking his head, "Old Xu, you actually managed to run into something like this, it's truly an eye-opener, tsk, such a beautiful woman...her boyfriend practically offering himself up for you to sleep with...mmm..."
Chen Wei muttered to himself, and the three of them suddenly fell silent, each seemingly savoring the lewd story, speechless for a moment.
After a while, Chen Wei suddenly checked his watch, "Hey, we got too carried away, I have things to do." He stood up, took out his wallet, and threw a hundred-yuan bill on the table, "Old Xu, you'll pay for me," he turned to me with a smile, "You guys sit down, we can chat again another time." Then he said to Qiang Ge, "When are you going to bring your mistress out for a meal again, don't be stingy!"
He said goodbye and left. With that, only Qiang Ge and I were left, and the atmosphere changed again. I wanted to say something to lighten the mood, but I didn't know where to begin. I wanted to ask him what he and Jing had done last night, but I couldn't bring myself to ask. I thought to myself, "Was it fun sleeping with my wife last night?"
I felt a little uneasy. Qiang calmly lit a cigarette, took a couple of puffs, and then said, "Xiao Dong, I just told that friend about you and Xiao Jing. Are you unhappy about that?"
"No, no," I quickly replied, then felt I was being too passive and stopped talking.
Qiang looked at me calmly and said, "Tell me what you're thinking. Otherwise, I'll continue my way."
"You mean...?"
"You're a smart person. I think you know what you want, but taking that step is always a little awkward, isn't it?"
I felt a mixture of shame and annoyance at having my ugliness exposed, yet also a strange thrill. My face flushed, and I couldn't speak.
"The choice is entirely yours, but you also know that if I'm too cautious, I won't achieve the state you want."
"I... I'll think about it..." I said weakly.
“Brother, what are you still thinking about? You’ve hesitated for so long, it’s time to make a decision.” Brother Qiang’s tone remained the same, but his words became more direct.
I felt like I was sitting on pins and needles, countless thoughts swirling in my mind. I couldn’t help but nod. “…Alright, within the rules, do whatever you want.”
Brother Qiang smiled with satisfaction, his tone changing as he asked, “Want to know how I played with your wife yesterday?”
Hearing him deliberately say “your wife” instead of “Xiao Jing,” I knew I had already allowed him to take the lead, and everything was beyond repair. After a moment of disappointment, I felt a sense of relief at having given up. With the resistance gone, the excitement intensified. "I want to."
"I'll pick her up after work, and deliberately take her on the bus. It's rush hour, and the bus is crowded. I arranged for someone to stand behind your wife and take advantage of her. She didn't dare utter a sound. Her face was so red, and she didn't dare move, letting that guy grope and rub her for several stops."
"She didn't dodge?" Jing had been harassed on the subway before, and she could usually protect herself. But with Qiang, she was probably already feeling guilty and afraid of attracting attention, so she didn't dare to speak up when she was being bullied... The thought of Jing, dressed as a professional woman, anxiously and helplessly being lewdly groped and humiliated by a strange man on the bus, made me feel like I was about to have a nosebleed.
"She tried to hide, but I held her. The bus was crowded, she couldn't move. When we got off at our stop and I took my bus, I told her it was my arrangement. The look on her face then, haha, that online friend even texted me saying it was amazing."
"She wasn't angry, was she?" I asked, a little worried, and then added, "Who is that online friend...?"
"I told her it was a special new experience designed for her, to let her relax, and she didn't say anything after that. That guy was someone I found online. I lied and said Xiaojing was my wife, and I wanted him to 'train' her. We probably won't contact each other again."
"Hmm...did he say...how did it feel?" I asked, my throat dry.
"He said your wife is a real beauty, with great skin, and even asked if he could have her."
"Um...and then?"
"Then I took your wife out to eat, and had her take off her underwear when no one was looking. I pretended to drop my chopsticks and made her spread her legs so I could see her pussy," Qiang said, glancing around to make sure no one was watching, then pulled a small piece of cloth from his pocket. "That's what your wife wore last night."
I saw that what he was clutching in his hand was indeed Jing's black lace panties. Thinking of the panties that had covered her delicate private parts last night, now being held tightly in another man's rough hand, a tingling, stimulating sensation ran through me. "Was she...cooperative?" "
She was hesitant at first, slow at first, and when she was halfway undressed, a waiter came over, and her panties were hanging on one thigh, scaring your wife half to death, haha. Later, after having a few drinks with me, and not being able to resist me seeing her genitals, she became much more natural."
I thought to myself, Jing hadn't agreed to such a bold move before. Maybe sometimes, for women, in new environments and with different men, they are more open.
"And then?"
"Later, I took her for a walk by West Lake," Qiang Ge suddenly laughed with a hint of smugness. "During dinner, I deliberately let her drink a few more glasses, and before we left, I didn't give her a chance to go to the restroom. Not long after we got to West Lake, she needed to go to the toilet. I deliberately chose a dark path with no restrooms, and soon she couldn't hold it in anymore. I told her to hide by the roadside to pee, but she refused at first. Later, she couldn't hold it in any longer, so she had to hide behind a tree and take care of it, hehe."
"She...peed outside?" I widened my eyes, finding it hard to believe that Jing would do such a thing.
“I think she was really holding back her anger, and I kept encouraging her. So, how about it? She’s never done this in front of you before, has she?”
I felt a little sour and said unconvinced. “We do play around with exhibitionism, but not in a setting like this.”
Qiang leaned closer to me and said, “When I play with women, the first thing I do is destroy their self-righteous pride. This kind of training through exhibitionism is essential. Only when your wife gets used to having no dignity in front of me, and can’t and doesn’t need to get respect from me, will she completely give up and obey all my commands in certain situations.”
I blushed as I listened, thinking to myself, when did I agree to make her completely obedient to you? But I also found the idea very exciting. I avoided his gaze and said “Oh,” hoping he would continue.
“And let me tell you, I guarantee she will enjoy this feeling of being subservient. I’m sure your wife is definitely that kind of woman.” His words were like salt mixed with anesthetic sprinkled on a wound, both stinging and itchy. I imagined Jing stripped of her dignity, like an immature silkworm whose cocoon had been prematurely opened…
He stared intently at me. “Want your wife to be my sex slave?”
My heart pounded, my breathing quickened. “How?”
He looked at me. “It’s like I tell her what to do, and she has to do it.”
His vague words only fueled my imagination, filling my mind with all sorts of suggestive, dangerous, perverse, and stimulating possibilities, leaving me in a state of utter confusion. The thought that Jing could become his tool for sexual gratification with just a word from me filled me with both fear and desire. I tried my best to hold onto my last shred of reason, not letting it be consumed by lust. “It can’t hurt her or me, it can’t affect our privacy or our lives.”
He smiled and patted my shoulder. “Of course.”
I took a breath, trying to calm my nerves. “Are we doing it the same way we agreed last time?”
“Yeah, don’t worry, you’ll see the main event,” he said, pulling out his wallet and handing me a key card.
(44)
After having dinner alone and waiting for another half hour, I arrived at this hotel that used to be a state guesthouse. I found the villa that Brother Qiang had told me about, listened intently at the door, and after confirming there was no sound, I took out my key, opened the gate, walked through the small garden, and finally went to the villa entrance to exchange my room card
and enter the room. The room had obviously been cleaned; the bed was meticulously made, showing no trace of last night's commotion. I went into the bathroom and saw the familiar cosmetic bottles neatly arranged by the sink. I couldn't help but recall Jing looking at herself in the mirror last night. When another man appeared behind her in the mirror, did she feel a little uncomfortable...?
The transparent glass shower room with a jacuzzi was Jing's favorite, but every time she encountered such a design, she would kick me out of the bathroom before she would hum a song and shower for half a day. Did she also kick him out last night, or did she let him see her to his heart's content?
I went back to the bedroom, slowly sat on the bed, and felt the soft support of the mattress. Last night, my fiancée was pushed onto this soft, elastic bed, enduring hours of that man's torment and assault with unknown feelings. I carefully lifted the covers, pressed my face against the pillow, and tried to breathe, hoping to catch even a trace of Jing's familiar scent. The cotton fabric rubbed against my cheek, and I felt the touch she had experienced last night. Suddenly, I longed for her, for a woman, for Jing… But the room was empty.
My heart was empty too. If none of this had happened, at this time on Saturday, I might be reading a novel online, and Jing would be sitting on the sofa not far behind me, peeling an orange, waiting for her favorite TV series or variety show to start. If she got impatient, she might come over and hug my neck, bothering me a little…
I shook my head. The blandness of life only reveals its happiness when looking back at something extraordinary. I'm still young; I need to live a life full of new experiences. Even if it's like a half-ripe persimmon, sweet followed by bitterness, I'm willing to try.
I couldn't resist taking out my phone, my finger hovering over the speed dial for a long time. Remembering I hadn't been able to get through to her last night, I figured I should call back today to put her mind at ease, and finally dialed.
The phone rang several times before Jing's voice came through, "Hello?"
"It's me. I went to bed early last night and turned off my phone, so I didn't receive your text." I said, trying to sound casual. "
Oh," Jing replied, unusually without pressing further or complaining.
"What are you doing?"
"Eating." Clearly, with Qiang in front of us, Jing was a little reserved.
"How was last night? He didn't bully you, did he?" I asked teasingly.
"..." Jing was speechless for a moment, "I'll tell you when I get back," she said, her tone slightly embarrassed.
"Okay," I hung up, my smile gradually fading.
...
Nine o'clock, the usual place.
The usual place, of course, was the dark dance hall the three of us used to frequent. I found a corner to sit in, ordered a beer, and waited silently in the shadows.
With so much time to kill, even daydreaming wasn't enough; I had to numb myself with thought. I've been trying to understand myself, but shouldn't I also think carefully about Jing's feelings? In this game, what did she lose, and what did she gain?
Virginity? ...Uh...that thing, the more you take it seriously, the more important it becomes. If you don't care, it becomes a bit uncertain. For me, I never really intended to find a virgin to marry, but Jing deliberately left her virginity for me. But now that I've had the experience of taking my future wife's virginity, I feel it's quite precious, quite worth cherishing.
Perhaps it's that feeling of "possessing" and "losing" virginity?
You say your wife's genitals were rubbed against another man's, maybe even through a layer of latex—it's such a trivial thing. Yet most men react with extreme horror, as if they've lost their parents. What about someone like me? Maybe I won't be angry, maybe I'll even find it exciting. But not being angry doesn't mean I don't care. On the contrary, the reason I find it exciting is because I care. If I saw a man sleeping with another woman, I'd be excited like watching porn. But if he slept with my wife, it would truly excite me to my core.
So, for Jing, when she feels she's "lost" her "virginity" to an outsider, does the more she grieves for being "defiled," the more she experiences the masochistic pleasure that women often feel as victims?
And then there's Xiao Feng… Under my subtle encouragement and guidance, Jing squandered the virginity she had reserved for me, experiencing the forbidden pleasure of near-incest…
Furthermore, did unleashing her most wanton side in front of me, witnessing her fiancé's excruciating pain and pleasure, also fill her with the sexiness and confidence of a bad woman?
I have no doubt that if I called a halt, Jing would immediately end her game with these two men. But that doesn't mean she wasn't enjoying it; perhaps, hidden in the smallest crack of her heart, even she herself couldn't admit, there was a faint curiosity and desire for adventure and further exploration of sensual stimulation. Even if the body is wanton, the mind can't be completely immune, right?
Thinking of this, my eyes involuntarily glanced at the two people who had just entered.
A white, tight-fitting, ultra-short dress, the elastic fabric generously outlining and highlighting her graceful, undulating female curves; her breasts, not exaggeratedly perky, swayed slightly, captivating and mesmerizing. After a moment of stunned admiration, I recognized her as my Jing. Although it wasn't a particularly low-cut design, the tightly fitted outfit was still incredibly sexy. Her hair was tied up in a bun, and her makeup, though not heavy, made Jing appear alluring yet elegant, seemingly unattainable yet also so close.
I pulled down the brim of my baseball cap and shrank further into the darkness.
The two of us sat down near the dance floor. Qiang ordered drinks and chatted occasionally. Jing crossed her legs tightly together, and it was clear that her already short dress rode up even higher after she sat down. From my angle, because the armrest blocked my view, I could only see two pale legs, not the hem of the skirt.
At a distance, having changed her clothes, Jing seemed a little more unfamiliar than usual, and this unfamiliarity made her seem especially captivating tonight. Even the way she held her wine glass lightly, her slightly reserved smiles, made my heart flutter. Suddenly, I realized it had been a week since we'd made love, and her pent-up needs had been completely satisfied by that man last night, leaving no room for anything else… Yet… this was strangely stimulating…
After drinking about half a glass, I saw Qiang lean closer to Jing and say something. Jing smiled, glancing around uncomfortably. Qiang moved his chair closer to Jing, and as I wondered what was going on, I saw Jing lower one of her snow-white thighs, then, as if pressing down on her clothes between her legs, slowly spread her legs apart. From my position, I couldn't see what was between her legs, but Qiang's gaze clearly lingered between those two parted legs. Was she not wearing underwear again…?
Qiang seemed still unsatisfied, taking a phone out of his pocket… it looked like Jing's… He handed it to her, said something, and Jing took it, then hesitated, glancing around before one hand slowly disappeared behind the armrest. A moment later, a light came from that spot. Qiang's gaze was instantly drawn to it, fixed on it, muttering something to himself. Jing seemed unable to bear the intensity of his gaze, turning her head to the side and shrank limply into her seat. The light lasted only a moment; Qiang said something again, but this time Jing shook her head, raising one slender arm back to the armrest, tightly gripping what she was holding, then sitting up straight.
I guessed pretty much what was going on, but finally couldn't resist sending her a text message, "What are you playing?" Sure enough, the thing in Jing's hand lit up, and from a distance, I could vaguely hear two beeping sounds. I watched Jing look at it for a moment, then held her phone and started typing.
"At the dance hall, the one we came to last time."
"Tell me how he played with you," I said directly, wondering if Jing would scold me. I wanted to ask if she was wearing a bra, but I was afraid I'd hit the nail on the head and she'd suspect I was there.
Seeing Jing constantly sending and receiving messages, Qiang leaned over and asked a question, then smiled and sat back down.
"He made me spread my legs for him to see," even though I'd already seen it, reading Jing's description still stirred a surge of heat within me. Sure enough, Qiang had her use her phone screen's light to illuminate her lower body so he could see clearly. Seeing another man publicly "disciplining" my fiancée instantly ignited my desire. Jing's cooperation only added to the indescribable feeling within me. When she lasciviously spread her legs in front of that man, letting the dim light illuminate her private parts a few inches away, did she feel the nervousness of a child caught doing something wrong, along with a tantalizing tingling sensation…?
"Are you wet?"
"I won't tell you," Jing seemed to smile slightly.
"Haha, have fun, report back anytime."
This time, Jing didn't reply.
…
Soon the lights dimmed further, and I checked my watch—it was exactly ten o'clock; the blackout dance had begun.
Couples who had been waiting walked onto the dance floor, and Jing, dressed in white, stood out considerably. Even the men who already had partners were furtively glancing at her. Qiang Ge stood in the center of the dance floor, his arms around Jing's slender waist. I knew that in a few seconds, the area would be plunged into complete darkness, and only the two of them would know what he was about to do to Jing. I opened my eyes wide, wanting to see one more time, but the lights went out completely as the music started.
A wave of disappointment washed over me, and I remained motionless for a long time. The soft, rhythmic melody plucked at my heartstrings. I imagined Qiang Ge, just inches away from the strangers around him, lifting Jing's dress completely, his large, warm hands exploring her bare, smooth skin, greedily groping up and down, her exposed buttocks and back, wondering if they had been intentionally or unintentionally touched by strangers around them during the dance… His slightly rough fingers gently pinched and rubbed Jing's delicate nipples… Oh… Jing's round breasts, which she herself would often admire in the mirror, were becoming increasingly full and hot, heavily supported in the man's hands, gently tossed about, her heart rising and falling with the rhythm…
After a while, the music ended, the lights dimmed, and I could see that the two were still roughly in the same place, but Jing had leaned softly against Qiang Ge's chest, her arms wrapped around his neck, as if she would slip down without his support. I could vaguely see his hand in the crowd, brazenly grasping the roundest part of Jing's buttocks.
My heart clenched instantly—that was my fiancée! So many people were watching! The man's large hands were now brazenly fondling her private parts in broad daylight. It would have been one thing if it were dark, but now that the lights were on, if someone she knew saw this, I... I would lose all face... I lowered my head, my face burning with embarrassment, as if friends and family around me were witnessing her flirting and caressing another man, while I was hiding nearby, watching with lustful hunger.
The world returned to darkness, and I, amidst the bittersweet sensation, sank deeper and deeper into a world of fantasy… I could almost see his fingers slowly probing between her legs, traversing that patch of grass, finding a warm, moist crevice… Would the already extremely sensitive folds of her petals, in this dangerous environment where no one could see them, bring an even more intense, tingling sensation than usual…? Having thoroughly enjoyed Jing's alluring body last night, if he were to skillfully tease the shy clitoris amidst the layers of softness again, would Jing become uncontrollably aroused…? Would he boldly unzip his pants, guiding her delicate hands to grasp his penis and deliberately stroke it, even… My glans gently pressed against the moist source, while I whispered sensual words in her ear. My swollen penis, lodged in the passageway leading to her womb and soul, only touched the initial few centimeters, not going deep, yet gently rotating with the swaying of her body…
The dark environment felt like a dream. I searched for the strange, unspeakable corners of my soul, probing them unrestrainedly with my imagination, reaping waves of deep-seated tingling and trembling…
Darkness alternated with darkness. In a daze, after about four or five cycles, I was somewhat surprised to see Qiang Ge leading Jing back. They walked to the table where they had been sitting. Jing, without stopping, went straight to the restroom. Qiang Ge sat down and took a sip of beer, looking relaxed and satisfied.
I took out my phone and sent him a text message, "Not jumping anymore? I'm in the corner, don't tell her."
Qiang took out his phone, smiled, looked around but didn't see me, and replied, "There's more to the show."
"What show?"
"Why are you waiting for your wife to come out and see her?"
I was curious and about to ask again when I saw Jing walk by out of the corner of my eye. She stopped next to Qiang but didn't sit down. They leaned against the armrest and talked for a few words. Qiang patted her thigh with an encouraging expression. Jing seemed reluctant but couldn't resist him, and hesitantly walked towards the door.
As Jing walked, I gradually guessed what the game was about. My heart jumped into my throat. This was something Qiang had mentioned to me in the plan. Was it really going to happen before my eyes?
My mind was in a mess. At this moment, Jing had already reached the door. She was still a few steps away from the seven or eight prostitutes in twos and threes when she involuntarily stopped. A woman nearby gave her a disapproving glance, and Jing suddenly turned and stood against the wall, head down, wringing her hands as if at a loss. A moment later, she looked up at Qiang Ge, only to see him smiling at her. She quickly lowered her head again, standing still, slightly hunched over, one hand rubbing her other arm, whether from cold or nervousness, I couldn't tell.
Seeing her like this, I became even more certain that Qiang Ge had convinced her… that she really wanted to try… dancing with a stranger! I know exactly how this "dark dance" works. The customer pays, so they can do whatever they want with her… Jing is dressed so thinly, she probably doesn't even have underwear. If the customer finds out, he won't let her go… My fiancée, how can I let someone bully her like this… But… but if she agrees, takes the money and lets a stranger take advantage of her, isn't that exactly the scene I've been fantasizing about for so long… My chest heaved. Looking at Jing's unsettled expression, I knew she was struggling internally. Fear, heartache, excitement—a mix of emotions surged within me.
Jing's appearance and attire were too dazzling in this environment. Although she huddled to one side, a short man quickly approached her and struck up a conversation. Jing seemed bewildered as she responded, and I couldn't quite make out what they said. My heart trembled. On one hand, I hoped to see Jing resolutely refuse him, while on the other hand, I was intensely stimulated by the imagined scene, and for a moment, I held my breath. Fear quickly took over, and I wanted to shout "No!" and rush to pull Jing away, but I couldn't bring myself to take a step. Just as my heart was pounding in my chest, I finally saw Jing shake her head. The man asked again, but Jing was resolute this time, forcing him to reluctantly walk away, though she kept glancing back with a look of resentment.
I breathed a sigh of relief, my heart calming down, though I was still somewhat shaken. I watched as Jing strode quickly to their table, slumped into her seat, and took a large gulp of her drink. Brother Qiang leaned closer, smiling and talking. Jing put down her cup, one hand on her chest, and simply shook her head. Brother Qiang paused, then asked something else. Jing looked shy and remained silent for a moment. Brother Qiang waved towards the door, and after hesitating for a long time, Jing finally nodded.
Brother Qiang sat back down, satisfied, and gestured for the waiter to pay the bill.
...
After they disappeared for about ten minutes, I finally went out.
Sitting in the swaying taxi, I stared blankly out the window.
When the scene I had imagined countless times actually happened in front of me, I realized clearly that I was not ready. Obviously, she wasn't ready either.
But why? Compared to a stranger and to Brother Qiang, what was the difference that made me finally unable to accept it?
I thought for a long time but couldn't figure it out. It's really not easy for people to know what they want.
(45)
I walked carefully on the stone path in the hotel villa area, paying attention to the movements in front and behind me from time to time. Although I came out ten minutes later than them, I guessed that the taxi driver was driving faster, so I still wanted to avoid running into them.
My phone suddenly rang. I took it out and saw that it was Brother Qiang. "Hello?"
"Have you arrived at the hotel?"
"Yes, almost at the villa entrance."
"Watch the entrance. Your wife is almost here too. Be careful not to be seen. I can't say more. I'll hang up now."
I was curious and hid in the shadows of the trees by the roadside as I walked quickly. I vaguely heard the rapid clattering of high heels on the road in front of me. I quickly hid behind the nearest tree and looked over. In the dim light of the streetlights, a familiar figure jogged towards the villa. I knew it was Jing without even looking, but she was completely naked!
...In this semi-public place, Jing was running around outside without a single piece of clothing... She covered her chest with both hands, her beautiful figure unbelievably fully exposed, her shapely hips swaying with each step...
I was both excited and worried. She rushed to the door, but couldn't open it!
I knew there were always staff walking around this villa area, and the lights at the villa entrance were the brightest; anyone who approached would see her naked! Jing covered her private parts with one hand, glancing around while frantically knocking on the door with the other, trying not to knock too loudly, pacing anxiously. Although I usually enjoyed exposing her a little, I had never played such a daring game before, and my heart almost jumped out of my chest.
Those few seconds felt like an eternity…
The moment the door opened, Jing pushed her way in, only to be blocked by a body, managing to get halfway in.
I saw Qiang hug her, whispering something in her ear, a large hand stroking her back, seemingly calming her. His next move was to turn Jing around. Jing hurriedly reached to close the door, but he held her tightly from behind, unable to move her hands. Now, most of Jing's body was inside the doorway; unless someone was directly facing her, they couldn't see her. She stared wide-eyed out, her hands unable to cover herself. Clearly, Jing couldn't bear the shame of such exposure, twisting her body to try and break free from his embrace.
I knew they could hide in the yard at any time, so I breathed a slight sigh of relief. I saw her hunch over, legs pressed together, about to squat down, but he held her tightly, his arms constantly arching and squeezing her full breasts. Jing turned her head, quickly whispering something, her expression a mixture of shame and anxiety. This lewd scene made my heart ache, yet it also aroused a strong desire within me.
After a moment, the two seemed to have reached some kind of compromise. Qiang released her, and Jing, her hands free, immediately covered her chest, glancing around warily before finally squatting down. Qiang unzipped his pants, seemingly casually turning halfway around, but I knew he wanted me to see more clearly. Jing looked at the half-grown thing in front of her, smoothed her hair, grasped the shaft with one hand, raised it high, and lowered her head to lick and suck his testicles for a while.
Although it wasn't the first time I'd seen Jing perform oral sex on him, I never imagined it would happen in such a setting. I was astonished that Jing could be so engrossed in such an unsafe situation. Seeing his conquest-like expression as he looked down at Jing filled me with mixed emotions, yet I desperately wanted to watch. Just as my heart was churning with emotion, he smiled at the door and closed it.
I felt a pang of disappointment, somewhat relieved that they hadn't been seen. I wanted to go and listen for a few more minutes, but I couldn't resist tiptoeing over and pressing my ear to the door, straining to peek through the crack. They were gone. I had my key, but I was afraid of being heard, so I hesitated to go in. Afraid of being seen sneaking around by the staff, I simply walked away and strolled around the villa area.
Thankfully, Qiang called shortly after. "Where are you?"
"Not far."
"Come in and hide in the yard, she's taking a shower."
"Okay."
There were a few palm trees in the small yard, perfect for hiding behind. The large glass window in the bedroom faced the yard. The blinds were open, and the room was bright enough to see clearly through the light. Qiang was putting something from a bag onto the bedside table. A little while later, Jing came out wrapped in a white bath towel. Seeing him fiddling with the things, her expression seemed a little unnatural, but Qiang had a big smile on his face. They exchanged a few words, and then Qiang took off his clothes, obviously to take a shower. Jing
sat on the edge of the bed, habitually picking up the remote and changing channels, but her eyes kept glancing at the things on the shelf, fiddling with them a few times. After a while, she got up again, took her phone from a small bag on the sofa, leaned back against the headboard, and started pressing buttons, seemingly sending a text message... Wait! I jolted awake, frantically pulling out my phone, but the two beeps were already ringing, the volume, even after being turned down, still sounding horribly loud in the quiet night. I crouched down, my heart pounding, silently cursing my own stupidity, and quickly silenced my phone, not daring to look up to see if Jing had noticed the noise outside the window.
After a long silence, I cautiously peeked out through the blinds and saw that Jing seemed unresponsive. I breathed a sigh of relief and looked down at her text message.
"Honey, what are you doing?"
I replied quickly, "Surfing the internet at home, what about you?"
"Just took a shower, missed you."
"I missed you too, did you have fun?"
"I want to play with you."
"Take good care of me when you come back tomorrow."
"Did you miss me?"
"Yeah, just thinking about you and him doing it to me makes me so hard."
"Bad guy, he brought a lot of weird stuff, I'm so scared."
I thought it was probably the things on the bedside table, and wrote expectantly, "What are some of them?"
"Ropes and stuff, some of them I've never seen before."
"Let loose tonight, if it's fun we'll buy a set too."
Before Jing could reply, Qiang had already finished showering and returned to the bedroom. Seeing Jing holding her phone, he asked with a smile. Jing responded by bending down and putting the phone on the other bedside table. Before she could get up, Qiang had already pounced on her. Jing's body stiffened, not very cooperative, but she didn't resist either, softly letting him kiss and caress her. His hands didn't stop; he untied the towel from her body, grabbed her breasts and began to knead them, occasionally teasing Jing's nipples with his thumb.
After a while of tenderness, he suddenly got up, took a dark object from the cabinet, and fiddled with it, trying to put it over Jing's head. Jing instinctively tried to resist, and after a few words, she half-heartedly accepted it—it was an eye mask. I knew the real show was about to begin, and I couldn't help but get excited. I wondered if Jing was feeling a mix of nervousness and anticipation.
He then picked up a large pair of headphones and put them on himself, connected to a portable MP3 player. I was a little curious, but after adjusting them for a moment, I saw him take the headphones off and put them on Jing. Oh, so even the sound was masked, and the volume was adjusted just right. Seeing this, I couldn't help but admire his meticulousness.
Depriving Jing of sight and hearing, he turned towards the window, waved, and then gestured towards the door. I understood and went to the door, and sure enough, it opened gently.
He smiled at me, gestured for me to be quiet with his finger to his lips, and let me tiptoe into the house. The music in Jing's headphones completely masked the sound of the door opening and closing, leaving her completely unaware. I found a spot not too far away and sat quietly in a chair, watching her. Afraid that Jing would detect my presence, I deliberately slowed my breathing.
For some reason, a blindfolded woman always seems so helpless, especially Jing lying naked on the bed. Qiang picked up a red rope from the cabinet, his eyes seemingly never leaving her, admiring her from head to toe for a moment before pulling her up, removing the headphones from her head, and ordering in a commanding tone, "Put your hands behind your back."
Jing hesitated for a moment, then slowly crossed her hands behind her back, her full breasts involuntarily heaving. The moment the red rope bound her wrists, Jing opened her mouth slightly, her body trembling involuntarily, but no sound came out.
Last time, when she had her nude photos taken, at least the photographer had an assistant. Today, in this private space where she had no one to turn to, she completely surrendered herself to a man she knew very little about. Was Jing more filled with fear and suspicion, or curiosity and excitement?
Either way, it was too late now.
The red rope wrapped around her front, the first loop securing the upper part of her breasts. As it looped back, the man's large hands slowly lifted each of her heavy testicles, weaving the second loop under her lower edge. He tightened it slightly behind her back, and Jing tilted her head back and inhaled sharply. The smooth lines of her chest and nipples were now jarringly constricted, making her breasts appear even larger and more voluptuous, instantly transforming the sight into one of lewdness. After several loops around her neck, the rope snaked down to her lower body. "Lie down," he commanded, pushing Jing down. He wrapped the rope around each of her plump thighs three times, then bent her legs, crossed her ankles, and pushed them towards her chest. This position was clearly difficult for Jing, who hadn't yet graduated from yoga, and she struggled a few times.
"Don't move!" The unquestionable tone sent a chill down my spine. Jing's eyes were blindfolded, so I couldn't see her expression. She only bit her lip, silently letting him tie her feet. After one knot, there was no part of her body she could move freely.
Seeing Jing bound like a dumpling, panting slightly as she adjusted, I felt a pang of reluctance, yet I couldn't help but be amazed by the strange allure of the rough red fibers digging into her snow-white flesh. Qiang Ge knelt on the bed, looking at the woman before him with satisfaction, muttering, "What female college student, what high-level white-collar worker, she's still stripped naked and tied up like a sow."
Although I didn't experience it firsthand, I can imagine that Jing was feeling incredibly vulnerable at that moment. Suddenly being humiliated like this, she screamed, her face instantly turning crimson, struggling violently. Before she could react further, Qiang suddenly lifted her buttocks and bent down to lick her vulva. Jing cried out, her voice trembling with sobs, but he ignored her, sucking on her genitals with loud, lewd sounds. Gradually, Jing's cries changed, becoming mixed with panting.
After a while, perhaps seeing that Jing's mood had calmed down somewhat, he stopped licking, loosened the rope around her lower body, fastened it to the bedside lamp's bracket, and then took another rope, tying it to the headboard as well. Then, lifting Jing's buttocks, leaving only her head, shoulders, and upper back to support her body, he coldly said, "Spread your legs."
His face was only a hand's width away from Jing's private parts; she could probably feel his breath. Asking her to do the splits at that distance was naturally quite difficult. Seeing that Jing had finally managed to spread her legs halfway, he shouted, "Spread them apart! Spread them even further!" Jing looked tense, but then he asked, "How many men have you been with?"
Jing didn't understand what he meant, and with a strained posture, she stammered, "...two."
He said coldly, "Two men, they've fucked you hundreds of times already. They've made your legs so tight you can't even close them. What are you pretending for, you slut? Spread them apart!" He then roughly pressed her legs apart with both hands, almost splitting them 180 degrees, and tied each ankle with a rope. Actually, although Jing and I had frequent sex, I still felt she was very tight down there, and Brother Qiang had even praised her to me several times. Hearing such degrading words now, especially since she was being played by this man, even knowing it was a game, must have made her feel utterly ashamed. Seeing her being brutally humiliated by Brother Qiang, barely maintaining her balance while tightly pursing her lips as if about to cry, I felt a pang of pity, yet I couldn't help but want to see how she would immerse herself in this training.
After securing Jing, Qiang remained kneeling on the bed, his chin lightly touching and rubbing her genitals. He asked, "Has Xiao Dong ever played with you like this before?"
"No..." I thought to myself that rope bondage wasn't really my forte; I'd have to learn it later. But it was also because I hadn't been willing to let him have it, and now someone else had gotten there first.
"Is it embarrassing to be in this position?"
Jing's chest and abdomen were compressed, making it difficult for her to speak. She managed a weak "hmm.
" "Do you feel very degrading?"
Jing turned her head away, resisting the pressure of a moment of silence, but finally managed another "hmm" through her nose.
"Do you like this feeling?"
Jing whimpered, shaking her head without answering.
"Women are born to be used as sex tools by men," Qiang said naturally and calmly, picking up a chain with two clips at each end from the bedside. "So this degrading feeling makes you instinctively feel very excited."
If I said this normally, I would certainly have received a strong rebuttal from Jing. But in this strange and lewd training environment, I knew that such words were nothing short of an aphrodisiac.
“No…it’s not like that…” Jing protested in vain, her soft voice unable to convince even herself.
“A woman’s sense of security comes from a man’s favor, or from being fertilized by a man’s seed, to carry on his lineage. So the more a man releases his lust on you, the more instinctively satisfied you become.”
“No…don’t say that…” Jing shook her head, resisting insincerely.
He completely ignored her. “Tell me, you like men to release their lust on you.”
“I like…men to release…lust on me…” Jing said haltingly, and I could see the pleasure she derived from uttering these words.
“What kind of men do you like, and how do you release your lust?”
“…I don’t know…”
The metal chain clamping her nipples gleamed silver, meandering from Jing’s beautiful face toward its target. “There’s no one else here. Tell your master the secret in your heart.”
Hearing him refer to himself as master, I couldn’t help but feel anxious, watching how Jing would react.
Jing didn't seem to find anything wrong with it, and hesitantly said, "Oh... um... strong... big... pressing down on me... fucking me hard, just like... you did last night..."
I almost had a nosebleed listening to this, I really wanted to know how he used her last night...
"You like men with big dicks, right?"
Jing hummed softly.
"Do you want a bigger dick than Xiao Dong's?"
"..." Jing bit her lip and didn't speak.
Qiang Ge softened his tone and said, "Don't worry, I won't tell him, come on, say what's on your mind."
Jing's body tensed involuntarily, and after hesitating for a long time, she said, "...I want..." Although it was only one word, it felt like it took all her strength to say it.
Although I knew that Jing would probably say anything under his guidance, hearing my fiancée say that she fantasized about having a bigger dick than me still made me dizzy with excitement. I'm an average-sized person, and I usually don't feel that it's not enough, but now I was thinking, "Is my dick still too small to satisfy my wife..." The more I thought about it, the more excited I felt.
Qiang smiled at me, then placed the nipple clamps on Jing's two rosy nipples. Due to the pressure of the ropes, her nipples were engorged and erect. Although he released the clamps slowly, Jing still cried out in pain the moment her most sensitive area was clamped.
He waited a moment and asked, "Can you take it?"
"..." Jing endured, adapting, without making a sound.
"If you can't, just say so," he said, seeing that Jing could bear it. He then turned and took a vibrating egg, turned it on, and slowly dragged it down her neck, starting from her earlobe. When it reached her mons pubis, he didn't move it further, but let it roll back and forth between her pubic hair. Jing twisted her body slightly, seemingly trying to make the vibrating egg roll where it should, but she couldn't.
She clearly knew he was arousing her, but she never begged him. Qiang glanced at me, smiled silently, and suddenly, with a flick of his wrist, the vibrating egg slid down to her clitoris. The sudden, unexpected vibration made Jing, who had been waiting expectantly, flinch and groan. She quickly leaned closer, but the wretched thing had already been removed and was now roaming around her inner thighs, only scratching the itch.
"...Give it to me..." Having tasted the pleasure only to be taken away, Jing finally couldn't resist demanding more.
"Want it?" He gently tugged on the chain of her nipple clamps, giving her a strange, painful yet pleasurable stimulation.
"Yes..."
"Beg me," his tone was coldly authoritative.
"...Please."
"Call me Master, say exactly what you want."
"...Master...please...give me the vibrating egg..." Just hearing Jing call him Master was enough to set my imagination running wild and my blood boiling!
"Is it like this?" Qiang said, repeating his trick as he rolled the small ball down, moving the wire up and down among the layers.
“Oh right… um…” Jing’s voice changed tone between longing and satisfaction…
He deliberately placed the vibrator slightly higher, and Jing had to strain to reach it, her vaginal muscles arching as she tried to reach it, which made me both embarrassed and incredibly excited.
“I want it…” After all, such stimulation only fueled her burning desire, and Jing’s fully wet lower body was ready to be completely filled.
“What do you want?”
“I want… I want you to fuck me…” Jing was surprisingly frank, burning with desire.
“Who?”
“You…” Jing only managed to say one word before quickly changing her mind, “Master…”
This training was too successful, I thought.
“No, now you’ll accept any man, aren’t you, you slut?” Qiang Ge relentlessly humiliated her.
“…Oh… right…”
“Then I’ll let a strange man in from outside the door, and let him fuck you, okay?”
“…Okay…” Jing was still lost in her fantasies.
"Do you want to be fucked by a complete stranger, you can't even see what he looks like, and he'll fuck your cunt?" Qiang Ge laughed like a hunter who saw his prey about to fall into a trap, deliberately letting the vibrator stay at the entrance of Jing's vagina.
The powerful vibration instantly amplified the emptiness inside Jing's vagina, completely destroying her ability to think normally, "I want... oh... hurry up..."
"Say it yourself"
"Let a stranger... come in and fuck me..." Anyway, it's impossible to happen, saying it like this is exciting, right...
"Anyone? Then why can't you dance tonight?"
"I said... I'm scared..."
"Aren't you scared now?"
"Now... I want it... as long as it's a man... um..." Before Jing could finish her sentence, her mouth was blocked by the buckled wooden stick in Qiang Ge's hand.
(46)
With a hard object suddenly stuffed into her mouth, Jing couldn't help but struggle a few times, but finally managed to open her mouth wide, and Qiang Ge filled the wooden stick in and fixed it to the back of her head with a belt buckle. He picked up his phone, walked to the window, smiled at me, and pretended to dial a number. After a moment, he said, "Hello...you're outside, right...okay...wait for me to open the door." Seeing his calm tone, I couldn't help but suppress my laughter and remained silent.
Listening to his tone, it seemed there really was a third person outside the door. I mumbled something, but couldn't speak. Qiang sat down on the edge of the bed, gently stroking her hair, and said, "Don't worry, I'll make him wear a condom, and he won't see your face." He then took a folded silk handkerchief, unfolded it, and covered Jing's face.
As Jing gradually became certain of what was about to happen, she shook her head and screamed even louder, struggling violently with her hands and feet. Qiang held her down, saying, "Don't move. If you drop your handkerchief, he'll see what you look like." Then his tone softened, "Just treat him like a massage stick. Relax and enjoy it. Don't worry, I won't tell your husband." My heart skipped a beat. I watched Jing closely, noticing her movements only slowed slightly before she resumed her violent writhing. After saying this, Qiang put the earphones back on her head, but didn't turn on the music. Ignoring her screams, he beckoned me to tiptoe out the door with him.
Once outside, knowing Jing couldn't hear us, I breathed a slight sigh of relief. Qiang said, "When we go in, remember not to let her recognize you. Try to act a little different from usual." I hummed in agreement and smiled, "You've arranged things quite thoroughly."
He reopened the door, and this time I deliberately made my footsteps heavier as I approached the bed and began to undress. She clearly heard the door close; her body, which had been writhing, froze instantly, as if afraid to move. Qiang shouted, "This is my wife, go for it!"
Although Jing was wearing headphones, she could probably still hear some of the noise. Hearing him say this, she made muffled sounds, almost crying, as if she were shouting "No!", but it was indistinct. Seeing her distress, I felt a pang of pity. Looking at her body, although she struggled a little, the movements were minimal, especially her head, which was almost completely still, balanced by the handkerchief. I understood her intention; she was afraid that if she moved too much, the handkerchief would slip down, revealing her face to the "stranger," which made me chuckle.
I knelt between Jing's legs, scrutinizing her for a long time. Seeing her, usually gentle and beautiful, bound in such an indecent manner, and with her face hidden, it felt strangely novel. I took a deep breath, took the lubricant Qiang handed me, and without hesitation, poured it from her calves up to her thighs. Besides preventing her from losing her lubrication while being forced into sexual intercourse, this was also to prevent her from feeling the familiar touch of my hands. At this moment, Qiang Ge sat sideways next to Jing, gently removing the nipple clamps, and leaned down to grasp her breasts with both hands, squeezing and sucking them incessantly. She naturally knew that there was indeed another man between her legs. When I touched the inside of her thighs with the cool, slippery liquid, I immediately felt goosebumps all over her skin, but she seemed to hold her breath and remained silent.
I looked at Jing's sorrowful and ashamed appearance, imagining the fear and helplessness in her heart at this moment, and my heart softened. I said softly, "It's okay, husband is just playing a game with you," and my hands became even gentler. However, after a week of not truly enjoying the pleasures of love with Jing, it didn't take long for me to become really aroused. I took a condom, put on my erect penis, knelt down in front of her, and rubbed it against her vulva.
Jing was suddenly probed in her private parts, and her body involuntarily shrank back, her hands and feet clenching at the same time, and she let out a moan. I grabbed the rope around her thigh and shook her lower body, rubbing my glans against it. This action should make her feel like she had completely lost control of her body and was being wantonly played with by a "stranger." Although she might not feel pleasure at this moment, the foreplay combined with the lubricant had left her vaginal opening still slippery. My glans roamed between the inner and outer petals, occasionally making smacking sounds. From her stiff body, I could see the intense shame she felt.
I patted Qiang Ge, signaling him to hand me the vibrator, and turned it to the lowest setting. In the lewd buzzing, the soft rubber vibrator patiently drew circles around the edge of Jing's breasts. The spiral trajectory, the radius getting smaller and smaller, and I could see the nipples, still bearing red marks, gradually erecting. When the tremors inevitably struck the highest point of her breasts, Jing's waist instinctively arched, and the silk scarf covering her face suddenly bulged and contracted, clearly a silent gasp.
Seeing Jing react slightly, I felt a strong sense of conquest. I roused myself and repeated the process on her other breast. Qiang Ge, while his large hands caressed and kneaded Jing's entire body, watched me train her. Seeing me linger on Jing's breasts, perhaps aroused, he squeezed some lubricant between her breasts, then pushed her soft mounds together, indicating that I should insert the vibrator into her cleavage. Her plump, peach-like breasts were now squeezed tightly together, leaving only a narrow gap. The transparent, elastic shaft pressed against that closed opening, the lubricated head trembling as it suddenly plunged into her beautiful softness, making me almost feel the fullness and pressure of her surrounding flesh. Instinctively, I slowly pushed the shaft in. Jing, who rarely received stimulation, seemed unusually sensitive at this moment. Her originally snow-white breasts, stimulated by the constant vibrations of the shaft, had turned a blush of desire. I rotated the vibrator for a moment, then slowly pulled it out to the top, but let go, leaving a small section inside. Seeing this, Qiang Ge applied a little force, and I watched as the tip was slowly pushed out under the pressure of the greasy flesh on both sides. I couldn't help but sigh softly, feeling dizzy and unable to keep my eyes open. I pushed the vibrator back into the crevice, repeating this dozens of times. Jing's silk scarf heaved more and more rapidly, and her hands and feet seemed to have forgotten how to struggle.
Seeing her getting into the swing of things, I withdrew the soft rod and, like a dragonfly skimming the water, caressed her from top to bottom, from her armpits to her navel and the insides of her legs, aimlessly rubbing against several sensitive spots. Once she was used to the touches, I suddenly and without warning struck the tip of her vulva, just a hair's breadth from her clitoris. Jing shuddered violently, finally letting out a muffled cry—a mixture of surprise, pleasure, shame, and indulgence. I sensed a hint of submission in her voice, knowing she was aroused. I savored the psychological shift in her feelings towards this "stranger," a strange, bittersweet thrill mixed with great joy.
("Wife, do you want it... do you really think anyone will do it now...?")
Qiang also caught on, exchanging a knowing glance with me before turning to stare at Jing, his eyes burning with desire.
My hands didn't stop; I rolled the stick like a rolling pin along the inside of Jing's thighs, periodically tapping the tip around her vulva, the frequency increasing, but still not accurately stimulating the area she needed most. When the vibrating tip moved away again, she couldn't help but shake her head restlessly, her silk scarf slipping down to reveal half her face.
A moment later, Jing seemed to suddenly realize something, calling out to Qiang in as soft a voice as possible, her words still muffled by a gag, "Qiang...husband...pull me..." She clearly remembered she was playing the role of his wife, and abruptly changed her words.
Seeing how concerned she was about her face being seen by a "stranger," and hearing her call Qiang "husband," even though I knew it was out of necessity, I still felt a tingling thrill. Qiang was also startled, then an uncontrollable smile crept onto his lips, and he quickly covered her face with the scarf again. A sense of humiliation welled up within me, mixed with an indescribable masochistic pleasure. I lowered my head, unable to look at him, and suddenly, in retaliation, the soft rod in my hand pierced Jing's pink clitoris, causing her to let out a muffled groan and flinch. I was filled with regret, wondering if I had hurt her, and quickly changed my gentle movements, instead directly stimulating her most sensitive area with the tip of the rod.
Once Jing opened her mouth, coupled with the high-frequency vibrations between her lower body, she could no longer maintain her previous silence. Although the wooden rod was still in her mouth, intermittent moans escaped her lips. Although it was within my expectations, I was still somewhat surprised by the magic of physical pleasure, making Jing's psychological defenses so fragile.
("Is it really that good...? Are you really willing...?")
I estimated that the time was ripe, and my heart began to race. I switched the vibrator in my left hand and held my penis between her thighs in my right. Jing sensed my impending intrusion and trembled violently. I tried to decipher her tension, helplessness, and guilt, and strangely, I found it incredibly stimulating. I slowly pushed, watching my glans part her delicate petals and slowly penetrate her. Jing tensed, and as I slowly and resolutely pushed towards the end of her passage, she threw her head back and let out a long, muffled cry of sorrow. Her forehead twitched upwards, and she collapsed weakly onto the bed.
I knew that at that moment, she must have felt as if she had just lost her virginity to the fourth man in her life, and in such a restrained situation, it was almost tantamount to rape. Besides feeling incredibly vulnerable, did she also feel a deep sense of guilt towards me, her fiancé?
Unlike our usual gradual approach, this time I went all the way in on the first thrust, but still slowly, giving her time to adjust. I gently scraped against the fleshy ridge at the end of her vagina, sending a tingling sensation through me. Jing shivered, the wooden stick in her mouth creaking. I knew this action usually made her scream; I wondered what kind of experience it would give her today?
A stranger, whose name and appearance she didn't know, whose voice she couldn't hear, yet she could enjoy her precious body. Would this extreme indulgence bring extraordinary sensory stimulation? Would she constantly comfort herself, "He can't see my face...he'll never know who I am..."? Would she hate Brother Qiang for selling her body without her consent, or would she numb herself with abandonment and acceptance?
（「你看……小骚货……被别人占了便宜吧……你不是爱我吗，怎么我一叫你来杭州你就来了呢……」）
我幻想着她确实在我不知情的情况下被占有，顿时觉得无比屈辱与愤怒，想像着她跪在我面前哭诉、恳求我的饶恕，失贞的女人，应该要被丈夫痛打呢……哦……忽然好想揍她……
我耸动渐急，心态却纠葛不清，一时仿佛化身为正在奸淫美丽人妻的色徒，充满邂逅艳遇的新鲜征服感，一时又像揪扯着自己头发，看到未婚妻在眼前被陌生人初次强迫奸淫的心碎男子，两种角色交缠翻涌，唯有拼命用性交的疯狂动作与触觉来发泄自己。静紧窄的膣腔似乎比平日收缩更甚，伴随心中的罪恶刺激，给我最原始最强烈的快感，也驱使我迅速加快到难以置信的频率冲击着她。 The gentle touch of my fingertips escalated into a brutal kneading, the crisp sounds of flesh colliding like sadistic slaps. Some beads of sweat trickled into my eyes, causing a slight sting, while others, like beans, fell onto Jing's equally damp skin. Without my usual skill and control, I unleashed all my desire and energy. Jing screamed like a woman being killed, less sorrowful than before, more instinctive.
("Thrust her!... Faster, harder!... So good... I love this woman so much... Thrust her to death, thrust her to death~")
As the climax pierced my oxygen-deprived mind like lightning, I used my last ounce of self-control to barely suppress the roar of unleashed desire into a sob in my throat. My body convulsed, the unbearable pleasure both tempting and restraining each dying thrust. With each thud of my penis, semen gushed out like a pump, draining the last ounce of strength from my body…
A dozen seconds later, still panting heavily, I opened my eyes again and saw Qiang looking at me with that kind of gaze.
I closed my eyes again, a thought flashing through my mind.
It was envy, yes, envy.
Jing was breathing heavily, the silk scarf on her face long since fallen to the side, her body motionless.
…
After showering, I saw Jing had been freed, lying flat as Qiang gently comforted her. She must have heard my footsteps, because she said in an almost inaudible voice, “Let him go first,” covering her face with one hand and burying her head in his shoulder.
I was initially worried she would become curious and want to see what this “stranger” looked like, but seeing she still couldn’t bring herself to do it, I smiled slightly and nodded to Qiang.
I walked silently along the stone path, feeling both exhausted and relieved after the release. The only sound in the silence was my own footsteps. Watching several shadows shift and circle around me, the thought of sleeping alone tonight filled me with an indescribable loneliness.
...
I was jolted awake by the alarm-like ringing of the phone beside my pillow. I picked it up and saw it was Jing's number. Half-asleep when I answered, I weakly managed a "hello.
" "Honey..." Jing's soft voice came through the receiver, "Are you asleep?"
"Yes, I'm asleep... What time is it..."
"Three o'clock... I'm sorry, I couldn't sleep, I wanted to check if you were asleep."
I groggily thought, "Of course, everyone's asleep by three." "...Oh..."
"I miss you."
"You'll be back tomorrow."
"I want to come back now," Jing said stubbornly, like a child.
"Don't be silly, there are no trains now. You can come back after a nap."
"Honey, do you love me?"
I thought to myself, "This is terrible. I'm half asleep and still have to coax a woman." "Of course
I do." "Did you miss me when I wasn't here?"
"Yes.
" "How much?"
"A lot.
" "Hmm, I missed you too. I missed you yesterday, and I especially missed you today. I couldn't sleep."
"Sweetie, I'm so sleepy. Let's talk about it tomorrow when I get back, okay?"
"...Okay." "
Bye-bye. " "Give me a kiss, honey." " Kiss. " "That's so perfunctory. You need to have some feeling." I was a little speechless. "Mmmmmua." " That sounds awful." Jing chuckled, which was rare for her. "Okay, okay, I'll forgive you. See you tomorrow, honey." "Bye-bye," I hung up the phone. I looked at the time and saw it was 3:30. Damn, she lied to me and said 3:00. I went back to sleep speechlessly. ... I took the first train in the morning so I could get home before Jing. As I watched the monotonous village houses flash by outside the window, my thoughts kept replaying last night's events. How did Qiang persuade Jing to expose herself outside...? What did he do after I left...? What were Jing's inner thoughts about the experience with the "stranger" last night...? And would she tell me about this experience? If she did, it would clearly mean she didn't want to bear the pressure of hiding or deceiving me. If she didn't tell me, it would mean she was very unsure of her reaction if I knew. From my perspective, I'd rather she didn't tell me, because I hoped to create a handle, or rather, make Jing think it was a handle, and that handle was in Qiang's hands. This would be valuable for him to further "train" Jing. And I wouldn't feel uneasy about it, because I was actually involved in all of this, only Jing was unaware. I had a feeling that being humiliated by others might allow Jing to enter a more engaged state than when she was being "trained" by me. I think this is because in front of a "master" like Brother Qiang, once Jing is stripped of her outer shell, she can better detach herself from reality and experience the intoxication of being controlled and the satisfaction of pure lust, without worrying about leaving a lewd shadow in my heart as her future husband, even if I keep telling her that I like this feeling. Once she gets used to this stimulation, with my encouragement, perhaps she will be willing to introduce these experiences into our lives. What I want is a Jing who knows how to pursue her own instinctive pleasure. Perhaps it is because I am Jing's first man, or perhaps it is my innate confidence, but I always stubbornly believe, no, I know, that her heart will always belong to me. [Sexual Affairs of the Pre-marital Couple] (47) When I got home, I called Helen and Nikki respectively, and couldn't help but tease them a bit. After hanging up, I still couldn't hide the smile on my face. But thinking that Nikki is now my subordinate, I couldn't help but worry that it would be difficult to maintain a working relationship in the future. I took a shower early and ate something... When I heard the lock, I, who had already changed into a t-shirt and belted pants, got up to greet her. Jing peeked in through the half-open door, and seeing me standing there smiling at her, her eyes immediately lit up with genuine joy, mixed with a touch of feigned composure and shyness. Without bothering to close the door, Jing tossed the bag she was carrying to the ground, rushed over, buried her face in my chest, and hugged me tightly. We were silent for a moment, only our breathing quickened and slowed. I smelled the faint fragrance of her hair near her ear, felt the gentle rise and fall of her soft chest, and savored this precious moment of warmth. "...I missed you..." Jing breathed out, her voice hoarse. A thousand words wanted to comfort her, but only one came out, "Hmm...Have you eaten?" "No." "Go downstairs and buy some takeout, I've already eaten." "Hmm...Do you miss me?" "Of course," I replied softly, but in my heart I thought, *Actually, I saw you last night.* After a long pause, she reluctantly released her grip. I noticed her dark circles under her eyes, her expression sweet yet tinged with a hint of allure. My heart warmed, and I pulled her back into my arms, kissing her deeply. "Mmm~" Jing let out a soft, drawn-out nasal sound, instantly igniting the passion that had been hidden beneath our previous gentleness. She wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, offering me her small tongue to savor. Her soft body pressed against me without any gap, pressing down on my erect penis, creating a pleasurable, close contact. I eagerly stroked her back and buttocks with both hands, kneading until Jing was panting. Just as I was about to pull down her pants, she struggled, stopping my hand and saying, "Let me take a shower first..." I found her half-hearted resistance rather than a pleasant surprise. A delicious feast was right in front of me, and I was reluctant to devour it all at once. Remembering she hadn't eaten lunch yet, I pretended to be greedy and said, "Okay, but you have to let me do whatever I want later." Jing seemed surprised that I was so agreeable, and paused for a moment. Seeing my sly and mischievous look, she chuckled and leaned in close, saying sweetly, "How do you want me to do whatever I want?" Seeing that she had taken the initiative, I shamelessly leaned close to her ear and said, "I want to hear you tell me how he's been messing with you these past two days, and then I'll fuck you hard." Hearing my explicit words, Jing blushed, and tapped my forehead lightly with her long index finger, saying, "I knew you were always thinking about that." She had been acting coquettishly, but suddenly seemed to remember something, her expression hardened, and she lowered her head to avoid my gaze. At this moment, with our bodies pressed together, we seemed more sensitive to each other's thoughts than usual. I noticed something amiss in her expression and a thought struck me, but I pretended not to notice. I chuckled and let go of her, saying, "Go ahead, I'll go downstairs and get you some takeout." Hearing the concern in my voice, Jing looked up and said, "Oh, why are you being so nice to me today?" I laughed, "I was worried you'd overexert yourself over the weekend, so I bought you some good food to replenish your energy. Otherwise, how will you deal with me today?" I teased her, turning and leaving before she could reply. When I got home with the groceries, Jing was still dawdling, unpacking. Seeing I'd brought food, she probably got hungry too. She tossed aside her things, gave me a big kiss, and sat down to eat. Jing picked at the chicken pieces in the spicy sauce with her chopsticks, talking to me occasionally as I sat at the computer. I saw Qiang Ge online on QQ, but I was in stealth mode. I struggled with whether to say something to him. The thought that he would definitely tell me what happened after I left last night made me a little nervous, yet also a little expectant. From Jing's position, she probably couldn't see the screen, but she would likely notice my typing. After thinking about it, I resisted the temptation and closed QQ.

Jing ate lunch and went straight to the bathroom. A short while later, I heard the sound of running water. I knew she rarely showered right after eating, because she said it affected digestion. Today was unusual; she was obviously preparing herself. Seeing that she hadn't come out for a while, I quickly opened QQ and, seeing he was still online, sent him a message.
lz1986829 2011-5-26 10:08 PM
"Hello."
"Great, is your wife home yet?"
"Yeah, she's taking a shower. How did things go last night?"
"Hehe, at first I tried to comfort her for a long time, but she still wouldn't pay much attention to me. Then I just did it to her backdoor, and she couldn't keep up the act anymore."
I was surprised and a little bittersweet, but the memory was also somewhat exciting. "She let you do it to her backdoor?"
"At first she kept saying no, but then I said she'd already been fucked by someone else, so if I didn't satisfy her now, she wouldn't struggle much. Once I went in, she could only take the blows."
So that's how it was… I recalled Jing's state of mind at the time, filled with panic and shame. When her secret was exposed, she must have felt a little self-degrading…
"You didn't hurt her, did you?" Jing's backdoor had only been touched by me once, with plenty of lubrication, and she was still yelling…
"Hehe, worried about her? Don't worry, I used a lot of lubricant, but it's really tight. She said you only used it once too, right?"
"Yeah."
"The way she looked when it first went in, tsk tsk, just thinking about it makes me hard."
In my mind, I pictured her stiff, trembling body, her most shameful spot being penetrated by his hard, swollen thing. I desperately told myself to relax... relax... but my arms were already too weak to support my upper body. I buried my head in the pillow and just stuck out my buttocks to let him humiliate me... Thinking about it made my bones feel weak, and I couldn't type anything for a moment.
"Also, let me tell you something. She seemed to be getting aroused later."
"Really?" Thinking back to the first time I explored Jing's anus, her reaction was quite good...
"Yeah, at first she just accepted it, but then I accidentally stimulated her clitoris with a vibrator at the same time, and she suddenly cried out."
Right... Last time I was touching there while thrusting into her, and that's when she got excited. She even said that the sensation in the front would travel to the back...
"And then?"
"Well, of course I kept going. I heard her moaning, and she seemed to be getting aroused, but when I asked her, she wouldn't say."
To admit to her face that she was experiencing pleasure from being fucked in the anus, Jing probably wouldn't be able to bring herself to do it...
I was about to ask Jing if she had reached orgasm when I heard the sound of water in the bathroom stop. I quickly typed, "Can't say anymore, she's about to come."
"Hehe, it's up to you today, do your best."
By the time I heard the bathroom door open, I had already closed QQ and switched to another webpage. Suddenly, I felt the silence was too much. I turned around and saw her completely naked, dripping wet, one hand covering her chest as she tiptoed towards the bedroom, watching me. Seeing that I'd finally caught her, she giggled and fled into the bedroom. I was still burning with lust after what Qiang Ge had said, and seeing her completely naked, her white body—breasts and buttocks clearly defined—I jumped up and chased after her. When I caught her, she had just grabbed a large bath towel. Seeing my gleaming eyes, she giggled and hurriedly wrapped it around herself.
"Here, let me help you dry off," I said, my hands already busy groping and touching her, the warm, damp touch beneath the cotton towel making my senses clear. Jing laughed and dodged, pushing me away, saying, "I'm not done yet."
I followed her back to the bathroom. She had just picked up the hairdryer when I nudged her, causing her to lose her balance and brace herself on the sink. She slapped me with the hairdryer, saying, "Okay, okay, let me dry my hair first." She pursed her lips and glanced at me sideways, "Look at how impatient you are."
I chuckled and pinched her butt again before stopping...
"Have you been using your hand these past few days?" Jing lay beside me, her breath tickling my ear and neck. A small hand slowly slipped into my crotch, gently caressing the delicate feel of my testicles, making me groan with pleasure.
"No... I saved it for you..."
"Really so obedient? Let me see..."
Damp hair brushed against my lower abdomen and inner thighs, arousing eager anticipation. Her warm mouth instantly enveloped my penis, making me look up at her. Jing's beautiful face was mostly obscured by her flowing hair, only her eyebrows visible through the rise and fall of her hair.
So good… she seems to be getting more and more skilled… Jing must have used her mouth on him quite a bit these past two days…
After swallowing and spitting for a while, Jing, with her head down and buttocks raised, suddenly retreated and burrowed even deeper. The moment her tongue swept across my anus, I couldn't help but shudder and let out a soft moan.
So good… a beautiful woman serving me like this… does she serve him like this too… oh… my fiancée… licking him… probably not… really not…
I suppressed the urge to ask, but the thought only excited me more. Jing's supple tongue probed deeper, her breathing a little heavy, one hand holding my penis, stroking it occasionally.
I pulled her arm over, "Come on, let's do 69..."
"Mmm..." Jing's two pink legs took turns brushing past my ears, a tuft of soft hair brushing against my nose...
"Come down a little," a wet, layered mass of soft flesh instantly wet my mouth and nose, "So wet..."
"When I lick you... I'll get wet down there..." Jing said breathlessly, swallowing it back whole.
My tongue swept over the tiny pearl inside the half-open clam shell, causing Jing to shudder. She pulled away for a moment, then immediately pressed back, her legs clamping my head tightly between her sides.
"Does it feel good?"
"It feels good..."
"You slut, the place that was penetrated by a wild man yesterday, today your husband will lick it."
Jing let out an "ah" and lifted her buttocks to escape, but I held her waist so she couldn't move. "It's okay, I like it."
"Oh... um..." Jing's movements gradually calmed down, but the moans from her nose grew longer and longer.
"Did he lick you?"
"No..."
"You slut...you're the one who licks him, right?"
"...Yes..."
After hesitating for a moment, she couldn't help but ask, "Did he lick his asshole?"
"No..."
A slightly perverse disappointment, but mostly relief, "Why didn't you lick it?"
"I only lick you..."
"Oh, sweetie..." A wave of vain pleasure overwhelmed me, making it hard to suppress the urge to have sex. "As a reward, get up and get fucked."
Jing turned over, lay down softly, spread her legs, and watched me press down on her with half-open eyes. The moment our genitals touched, she couldn't help but let out a soft moan and tilted her head back, her hands gripping my buttocks, helping me sink down...
Jing was as tight as ever, but even more slippery than usual. The moment my glans broke through the barrier, we both let out satisfied moans. I was intoxicated by the intense pleasure, gradually thrusting in and out a dozen times before I recovered and asked again, "How many times did you let him do it this weekend?"
Jing's cheeks were burning, and she pulled the sheet over most of her face. After a long while, she said in a trembling voice, "...four times..."
Although I was mentally prepared, hearing Jing say this was like injecting me with a strong stimulant!
"Oh..." I cried out in torment and stimulation, "So good..." and my movements became more vigorous. Jing bit her lip and groaned, her one eye, which wasn't covered, tightly closed, her eyelashes trembling.
"How many times on Friday?"
"Two...twice..."
Suddenly remembering the humiliation on the bus that Qiang Ge had told me about, "Besides sex, how else did he discipline you?"
Jing hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "He had someone...touch me on the bus...it scared me to death..."
"What did you do?"
"I didn't know it was him who arranged it...but there were so many people around, and he wasn't you...I...I didn't dare to scream..."
"What did that person look like?"
"I can't remember...I didn't dare to look too closely..."
"How long did he touch you?"
"I don't know...I couldn't avoid him...several stops, I guess..."
"Did he touch your breasts, or your genitals?"
"No...only your genitals..."
"Is your genitals your buttocks or your vagina?"
"How can you ask such a question...I'm so embarrassed..."
"Tell me, I like to hear it," I said breathlessly, thrusting my lower body a few times quickly.
“Mainly my butt… there… he touched it too…”
Thinking of Jing’s helpless and ashamed appearance, I couldn’t help but feel my lust rising. “Damn, he must have enjoyed it so much… he got off easy.”
Jing whimpered, “Don’t say anymore…”
“And then?”
“Then… after getting off the car… I got into Brother Qiang’s car, and that’s when I found out it was all his arrangement…”
“And what about you?”
“…After all that, what else could I…”
“Slut, you got touched for free,” I cursed, but I was incredibly excited inside. “And then?”
“…After dinner… he took me to stroll around West Lake… and then we went back to the hotel.”
Hmm… it seems I skipped the part about the exposure by the lake… never mind, don’t give myself away…
“He fucked you as soon as we got back to the hotel, right?”
“… Mmm…”
“You little slut, I haven’t given you anything for a week, and you got fucked twice as soon as you went out… it felt so good, didn’t it?”
Jing twisted and turned, her hands tightly gripping the sheets, moaning loudly but not answering.
【Sexual Encounters Between the Couple】(48)
When I saw her appearance, I realized she had accepted it. In my surprise, a surge of jealousy rose up. "Fuck!" I got up, lifted Jing's legs onto my shoulders, and thrust my penis in hard until it was completely gone. I then thrust it into a strange, protruding spot inside her.
"Ah..." Jing cried out, trying to push me away. "It's too deep... I can't take it..."
"You came from being fucked by him , didn't
you!" "Help... my hands are numb... please spare me," Jing hissed and begged.
"Tell me!"
"...Once... oh..."
"Slut! You had so much fun, didn't you!"
"I was wrong... I was wrong..."
"What about yesterday? What did you do yesterday?"
"...Yesterday... I went to a bar... a dance hall..." Jing responded incoherently.
Seeing that she was really exhausted, I paused for a moment and continued, "How did he do it to you?"
Jing felt as if she had been granted a pardon, her whole body went limp, and she tilted her head and murmured, "...He made me wear a sexy dress...and wouldn't let me wear underwear...he took off my clothes on the dance floor..."
"You took off all your clothes when there were people all around you?"
"Yeah...it was pitch black...I couldn't see anything...I was so scared...I was afraid the lights would suddenly turn on...I was afraid the people next to me would touch me..."
"Was the feeling of being exposed exciting?"
"...A little bit..."
"Stop pretending, it was obviously very exciting," I said mercilessly, tearing off her pretense.
Jing let out a soft moan, "Mmm...it's quite exciting..."
I felt a surge of desire, and suddenly, on a whim, I released Jing's legs and pulled her to her feet. She was startled, "What are you doing?"
"To the door,"
Jing said, her hair disheveled. I dragged her to the door with difficulty, and she stopped me just before I unlocked it. "The neighbors will see..." "
So many people weren't afraid of being seen last night, so satisfy me today too," I said, opening the door halfway without further ado.
There were about ten households on our floor, and the doors faced a wall, so it wasn't particularly dangerous as long as no neighbors walked by. Hearing this, Jing half-heartedly bent down, holding onto the doorframe, making it easier for me to thrust in.
"What else happened at the dance hall?" I asked breathlessly, lowering my voice.
Unable to make a sound, Jing seemed somewhat restless. "He made me... in the dance floor... give him oral sex..."
Mmm... even though it was pitch black, and people were just a few steps away... Jing was naked, giving him oral sex... her beautiful face buried between his genitals... "Damn, did you kneel and lick it?"
"Yes..."
"You slut, do you like kneeling and licking his cock?" I changed to a teasing tone, stimulating her with light, rotating movements. Jing clearly received the signal, turning her head to look at me with narrowed eyes and whispering, "I like it..."
Her cooperation sent a shiver of pleasure through me. "Oh...you little slut...I like it when you say that..."
Seeing my excitement, Jing moved her lower body closer to me, becoming even more aggressive. "Husband...you like me kneeling in front of him...taking his balls into my mouth...serving him, don't you?"
I almost had a nosebleed listening to her. "That's so good...saying that...and then..." "
Then he asked me to pretend...to be a prostitute...to dance with him...but I just...couldn't do it..." Even though it happened last night, Jing's voice still became noticeably tense towards the end.
Of course I knew nothing had happened, and besides, I didn't want to either, but I said, "Every time I ask you if you want to go out and sell yourself, don't you always say yes?"
"When I fantasize... it's quite exciting... but when I actually do it... I'm so scared I don't feel anything at all..."
I thought to myself, my experience is exactly the same. "Oh... and then?"
"Later... in his car, he wouldn't let me wear clothes... that was so mean..."
"You weren't wearing anything while he was driving?"
"Yeah..."
"Did anyone see you?"
"I don't think so... I was huddled in the seat... very low... the windows were black..."
Surely the windshield wasn't black... Listening to her story, I couldn't help but feel that I had been too cautious, and with a determined heart, I pushed Jing out the door.
"No... we'll be seen..." Jing struggled softly but couldn't overcome my strength, and I pushed her a few steps to her feet against the wall in the hallway outside the door. At this moment, we were both naked, completely outside the room, and our situation was becoming increasingly dangerous. If any neighbors were coming out, from the time we heard the door open to the time we needed to get back inside, there would probably only be two or three seconds. I had never exposed myself so boldly before, and my heart leaped into my throat, while the pleasure in my lower body intensified
. Jing looked around, pursing her lips, afraid to make a sound. I thrust into her from behind, only penetrating halfway each time to avoid hitting her buttocks and making a sound. I whispered, "What else happened last night?"
Jing breathed softly, "He tied me up..." She hesitated for a moment before continuing, "And he did it to my back..."
I thought to myself that I had skipped the "stranger" part after all, and I didn't know whether to feel disappointed or proud. I paused and deliberately said in a vulgar tone, "You let him do it to your ass?"
Jing's head was already resting on the back of her hand against the wall. Hearing my question, she nodded with her eyes closed and hummed in agreement.
"Fuck...do you feel anything?"
"Not really..."
"You slut, you even enjoy being fucked in the ass!"
Jing seemed to contract several times as she listened to me say this. "Oh, husband...faster...like this..."
"Keep going if you want it faster!"
"Hmm...do you know, he tied me up...so filthy..."
I was excited to see her actively provoking me. "You slut! Isn't it exciting?"
"Yes...I couldn't move at all, I could only let him do whatever he wanted with me...he even pinched my nipples with clamps, it hurt so much...so lewd..."
"Fuck!" I almost had a nosebleed from listening to her, and I longed for her to continue...
"Oh...husband...next time let him come to our house and tie me up...so you can watch, okay..." As she spoke, Jing involuntarily twisted, and her suppressed voice rose and fell uncontrollably.
"Oh...so good...it feels so good...it's coming..."
"Oh...husband...am I so slutty...fuck me...punish me..."
Just as we were about to unleash our final thrusts, we suddenly heard the sound of a door opening not far away! Jing and I both jumped in frantically, scrambling back into the doorway. Before we could even close the door, we heard a few footsteps, followed by the sound of the door locking. I realized the sound was very close, and my hair stood on end. I held my breath and listened intently, but my lower body boldly thrust back, gently pulsating. For some reason, the pleasure intensified amidst the fear, and I was about to ejaculate.
So good… I was on the verge of it all… Just a slight movement… Jing, don’t move, or I’ll ejaculate… Her pussy is so tight… Oh… It’s so agonizing… So good…
I gritted my teeth and endured it, but then I heard footsteps again, heading away from us towards the elevator. I felt a sense of relief, and my lower body suddenly shifted to a wild pace, slapping against Jing’s buttocks a few times. The orgasm that was already on the verge of exploding finally came uncontrollably, gushing into Jing’s body, stimulating me so much that I bent over…
…
I lay down on the big bed in the bedroom, feeling a little tired. Jing leaned against me obediently. “Why so fast today?”
“I’ve been holding back for a week,” I lied, “and there was someone there just now, it felt especially exciting.” Suddenly I realized the meaning behind her words. “What, not full yet?”
Jing chuckled, speechless for a moment, as if she was thinking about something.
Seeing that she hadn't spoken for a long time, I couldn't help but ask, "What are you thinking about?"
"N-nothing..." Jing hesitated for a moment, then whispered hesitantly against my chest, "If... I mean, if... when you're not here, and a stranger... did it to me... would you be angry?" A small hand played with my belly button, deliberately avoiding my eyes.
My heart skipped a beat, "What kind of situation?"
"If... I'm tied up... unable to move..."
"Rape?"
"...Um... not exactly... anyway, it's like they just put it in without my permission..." Jing said evasively.
I pondered for a moment and asked, "So, would you enjoy it?"
Jing hadn't expected me to ask that back. She paused and said, "What if... just a little bit?"
I guessed she was mostly talking about her own experience, and I felt a pang of heart-wrenching excitement. I stroked her hair and pretended to be calm, saying, "If you enjoyed it, I won't be angry."
"Really? You won't feel... cheated?"
"That's why I'm asking if you enjoyed it. If it really was rape, you definitely wouldn't enjoy it, and I'd be very upset too, and I'd definitely want to beat that man up. If you enjoyed it, it means it was seduction... hehe, then I wouldn't be angry, I'd even find it exciting."
Normally, Jing would have called me a pervert for saying this, but this time she just said "oh," and neither of us spoke for a long time.
I saw Jing was silent, but her body seemed tense...
I don't know if it was just my imagination, but I could almost hear her heart pounding...
"Husband...I...I..." Jing suddenly gritted her teeth and said with difficulty, "Over the weekend, I was......done with a man...not him..." Her body trembled slightly as she finished speaking.
Hearing her finally confess, I felt a small sense of defeat at the failed plot, but mostly a wave of relief and comfort, and I didn't know what to say.
Seeing my silence, Jing misunderstood my meaning and hugged me tightly, saying, "You said you wouldn't be angry..." Her voice was already trembling with tears.
I felt a pang of pity and instinctively turned to hug her tighter, but I struggled with whether to tell Jing that I already knew. Of course, I didn't intend to reveal that I was the stranger. Just as I was at a loss, I suddenly realized I had to appear genuinely surprised, so I quickly asked, "What happened?" I gently pressed her head against my shoulder to prevent her from seeing my strange expression.
Jing still clung tightly to me, refusing to loosen her grip. "...He tied me up and let that man in. I...I couldn't resist..."
I imagined my reaction to having overheard this by accident, and said with a hint of anxiety, "And then he did it to you? What did that man look like?"
"I couldn't see...my face was covered...he couldn't see me."
"Isn't it possible for just anyone?" Although I said it on purpose, I found myself getting a little carried away...
"...Um..."
I pretended to care and asked, "Did you use a condom?"
"He said he did...I think...I think he did," Jing quickly denied.
I pretended to breathe a sigh of relief, and then asked, "Did you feel any pleasure when he penetrated you?"
Jing, who was already pressed tightly against me, trembled slightly at my question. After hesitating for a long time, she said, "...I don't know..."
"How could you not know?"
"At first, I just felt very scared, I didn't feel any pleasure at all..." Jing said in a hoarse voice, frowning as she was lost in her memories.
I sensed something was off about her words and quickly asked, "And then?"
"...Then...I felt like he...had defiled me...I felt so sorry for you..." Jing wiped away tears from the corners of her eyes, her voice choked with emotion.
"Sweetie..." I felt a pang of pity and gently stroked her hair.
We were silent for a while. Seeing that she had calmed down slightly, I finally couldn't help but ask, "And then?" "
...Then...I felt a little confused...I can't explain it..."
"Tell me slowly," I encouraged her softly, with expectation.
"It's like...I felt so cheap, I wanted to give up on myself...but..."
"But what?"
"When I thought like that...it felt strange...a little exciting...and a little...I wanted to accept it..."
"Oh..." Hearing Jing say that, my lower body hardened again. I rubbed her sensitive spots with one hand, fanning the flames as I said, "Damn, your body is so white and tender, that man must have had a blast..."
Jing closed her eyes and murmured, "...probably...he was like a madman...fucking me...mmm..."
My lust intensified, so I flipped her over and stared at her expectantly, "You started feeling it later, right?"
Seeing Jing's face gradually turn red, she finally managed a soft "Mmm," "...I'm so useless...am I...so bad..."
Although I had anticipated the outcome, hearing Jing admit it herself still excited me greatly. "Slut!" I cursed, panting, and began kissing and groping Jing wildly. "You bitch! You can even feel pleasure from being raped by a stranger!"
Infected by me, Jing grabbed my hair, "Oh...husband..."
"Was his penis big? " "
...It seems...quite big." "Bigger
than mine?" "
I don't know...about the same..."
"Does it feel as good as when you thrust into me?"
"He... moves so fast..." The answer seemed irrelevant, as if there was a hidden meaning...
"So that means it feels better than me! You slut!" Deliberately trying to understand, even using a rarely used insult...
Jing let out a long "Ah," "No... Ah... Insult me... Hit me..."
I was burning with lust, and seeing her so aroused, I slapped her beautiful, delicate face without hesitation...
"Hit me... I'm your woman..." Jing twisted her body, her legs moving, one hand reaching down to grasp my hardness, instinctively stroking it against the fleshy hollow between her legs, "Take me again..."
I shouted, and thrust in again.
When the climax subsided again, I was covered in sweat and felt exhausted. Releasing myself so quickly in such a short time was something I hadn't done since I was in my twenties, and I was somewhat surprised, yet also a little proud of "I'm still young."
"Were you scared when you told me?"
"Mmm... I was scared..." Jing, still flushed with satisfaction, nestled lazily in my arms like a cat, her body limp as if boneless.
"Then why did you tell me?"
"Because I love you, I didn't want to keep secrets from you."
"Good girl..." I was touched and couldn't help but kiss her forehead. Jing hummed contentedly.
I lay there quietly, thinking it over and over, and finally made up my mind. "If Brother Qiang asks you, just say you didn't tell me."
"Huh? Why?"
I chuckled. "That way he'll think he's got something on you, and he might put pressure on you to accept further 'training' from him."
Jing pinched me shyly. "Pervert!"
I whispered in her ear, "Who knows what he'll come up with to have his way with you? Just tell me when you get back, I'll find it very exciting..."
Jing let out a long "oh," looking hesitant.
Seeing that she didn't object, I knew she had tacitly agreed, and my heart ached.
"Nobody else is as bad as you... He... wouldn't..." Jing muttered to herself, sounding insincere.
"We'll see," I smiled and said nothing more, but in my heart I thought, "Shouldn't I secretly tell him that you told me? That way, he'll know that you're prepared to pretend to coerce him into undergoing deeper training. Wouldn't he take advantage of that?"
Imagining him wantonly humiliating Jing, I suddenly felt incredibly wicked, yet the stimulation was so intense it burned my soul…
I even… didn’t want to admit it myself… that I planned to pretend to care, asking him not to tell Jing I was that stranger… and since I would secretly tell him Jing’s confession, it would ultimately make it seem like I had something on him… Although it didn’t really matter, as long as I pretended it was something on him, he would naturally think it was real and use it to further seduce Jing… Oh… did I really want my future wife to become someone else’s sex toy… Oh no… that’s too dangerous… Just thinking about it, imagining it, is that alright…?
My fantasies, like a runaway horse, dragged me back into a sweet, lewd daydream, unwilling to extricate myself…
“You’re so strange,” Jing suddenly said.
“Why?”
“After all that has happened, you’re not angry,” Jing’s face flushed slightly.
"What, do you want me to be angry?"
"No, not really... but why aren't you worried about me at all?" Jing pouted, then suddenly changed to a teasing expression. "Aren't you afraid... I'll run off with someone else?"
Just hearing Jing say that so flirtatiously sent a shiver down my spine, but I pretended to be nonchalant and said, "Where can you find a man as good as me? I don't believe you'd go with someone else."
"Tch, so vain," Jing retorted disdainfully. "I'm so pretty, you're lucky."
"I'm not the only lucky one," I said with a lewd grin.
"Go to hell," Jing's ears turned red, and she couldn't continue.
I laughed. "By the way, you had so much fun this time, you have to grant me one wish," I said in a wronged tone, as if I had gotten a good deal but was still acting innocent.
"What?"
I felt a little guilty, but pretended to be righteous and whispered this in Jing's ear.
Listening intently, her relaxed smile gradually turned into exaggerated surprise. Her eyes widened, and she stared blankly for a long while. "This...this won't do..."
"Why not? I've always been in contact with him. If I tell him, he'll definitely want to."
"It's too messy..." Jing hadn't recovered from the shock and instinctively remained reserved.
"Don't you think it's incredibly exciting? Satisfy me," I said shamelessly.
"...Let me think..." Jing said weakly.
I smiled inwardly; there was a chance.
(Forty-nine)
Three months later, Shangri-La Hotel banquet hall.
The solemn yet lively wedding march suddenly began, and a spotlight shone into the previously dim hall. The handsome groom and the radiant bride, their fingers intertwined, walked down the red carpet, slowly approaching the stage amidst the envious gazes of their relatives and friends.
I glanced nervously at Jing, who was walking gracefully beside me. Unlike her usual simple attire, today she was lavishly made up, her features exquisite, radiating refinement and nobility. Wearing a pure white, low-cut wedding dress adorned with beautiful lace, Jing looked both innocent and sexy. Even with the eyes of relatives and friends on both sides, my gaze couldn't help but drift to her deep cleavage. Suddenly realizing that so many people were staring at half of Jing's breasts, which I rarely saw, my lower body instantly became aroused.
I had considered inviting Qiang Ge to the wedding for a "training" session, but in this situation where things absolutely couldn't go wrong, reason finally triumphed over lust. I couldn't help but fantasize about Jing wearing the three-point vibrating butterfly he gave her under her wedding dress, with the remote control in his hands... The bride being passively brought to the peak of orgasm in front of her husband and both sets of parents while the solemn ceremony was taking place on stage... Ugh... So lewd...
I calmed myself down, thinking that I absolutely mustn't let them discover my erection at this moment.
Amidst the scattering of petals, I carefully helped Jing up the steps. Looking at the many eyes below, I suddenly realized that my decades-long single life was finally coming to an end. Thinking of those flowers who had shared joy in my life but whom I had ultimately parted ways with, I felt a pang of sadness, yet I hid it all behind a gentle smile. The ceremony, arranged by me, wasn't overly complicated, but hearing my mother's suppressed sob during her speech made my own throat tighten.
With the officiant's calm voice, Jing and I repeated:
"...for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part..."
"Alright, congratulations on your marriage...exchange rings...the groom may now kiss the bride."
Amidst the enthusiastic applause and the dazzling flashes of cameras, I lowered my head and kissed Jing. Perhaps unaccustomed to kissing in front of so many, her movements were a little hesitant, filling my heart with tenderness. Today, we vow to walk the rest of our lives together.
...
Having finally managed to get rid of the group of friends who were making a ruckus in the bridal chamber, I, who had been tense all day, suddenly relaxed and collapsed onto the sofa. Jing, who was also half-drunk, breathed a sigh of relief, but then stood in front of the large dressing mirror, turning around frequently to admire her own reflection. Suddenly, she saw me smiling at her, and sat on my lap in a coquettish tone, wrapping her small arms around my neck and saying with a smile, "Tired?"
"Don't worry, I have plenty of energy tonight," I said with a lewd grin, burying my head in Jing's chest, enjoying the squeezing of her breasts.
Jing chuckled and dodged, "It tickles..."
"A lot of people were staring at your cleavage today."
"No way..." Jing looked a little embarrassed, obviously having noticed it herself.
I whispered in her ear, "Ready for a wonderful wedding night?"
Jing shook her head vigorously, but her eyes were full of laughter.
"I'm really looking forward to it, feel it, it's hard," I said shamelessly, pulling her small hand down to my lower body. Jing let out a soft moan, gently kneading through my pants.
"There's another one coming... Can you handle it?" I asked, feigning concern.
Jing glanced at me sideways, "If I can't handle it, will you leave me alone?", her hands still gently moving.
Hearing her say "you," my erection reached its limit, and I panted, "Of course not... I haven't seen him do it to you yet... Tell your husband... what's it like..."
Jing trembled, her small hand simply unzipping my pants and reaching inside, "What else is there to say... you'll see for yourself later... isn't that enough..."
The incredibly delicate touch made me groan with pleasure, "Be more proactive tonight... let your husband see how horny you are..."
Jing's breath was hot, "I'm just afraid you can't handle it..."
Just as we were being intimate, the doorbell rang. I smiled at Jing, "Coming."
Two red clouds rose on Jing's face, "Go open the door," and she went into the bathroom herself.
I pulled up my pants, walked over, peeked through the peephole, and opened the door.
"Brother-in-law, congratulations!" Xiao Feng, still in his best man suit, stood at the door, smiling shyly.
"Thank you," I said, letting him in. "Have they all left?"
"Yeah, I went downstairs with them and walked around a few times. I made sure no one was there before I came back up," Xiao Feng said, unsure what to do with his hands, barely looking at me. I could easily imagine his surprise and embarrassment when Jing told him we were the "couple" he'd been communicating with online.
"Okay, take the camera out and charge it again," I said, pointing to the bag Xiao Feng was carrying. We'd been filming the whole ceremony with it; I didn't want it to run out of power at this crucial moment. As
Jing came out, she greeted Xiao Feng. They were practically inseparable, yet tonight there was a strange ambiguity and slight awkwardness between the siblings. Stirred by this subtle atmosphere, and thinking about what was about to happen that night, a strong sense of excitement welled up inside me.
"...
Yes, like that...bend a little lower..." My Nikon clicked melodiously, capturing Jing's incredibly charming allure from every angle. At first, her posture was a bit stiff, but she quickly became a great model in front of the camera. I suddenly remembered her saying last time, "That photographer said I have a strong presence in front of the camera..."
"Okay, lift your skirt up," I instructed Jing with a lewd smile, "...higher." Jing glanced at Xiao Feng, who was watching in a daze, and obediently pulled up her skirt, revealing most of her buttocks covered by thin panties and pure white garter belts, seductively sending flirtatious glances at the camera.
"Your sister was never this open before, I trained her," I said to Xiao Feng while frequently pressing the shutter.
"Do you like it?" Jing simply put a finger in her mouth, half-closed her eyes, and let out a faint sigh, then laughed to herself.
"Damn, I can't take it,"
Jing chuckled, her arms clenching together intentionally or unintentionally, her cleavage so deep it could bury any man's ambition.
I noticed a bulge in my pants. "Come here and kneel in front of your little brother," I said, choosing an angle behind Xiaofeng.
"What are you doing?" Jing asked knowingly.
"What you're good at."
Jing glared at me with a smile, her face becoming increasingly radiant. She slowly walked over and gracefully knelt in front of Xiaofeng, looking up at him. "Did you miss your sister?"
"Yes... Sister, you look so beautiful today," Xiaofeng's voice trembled slightly.
Jing smiled, slightly tipsy, placing her hands on Xiaofeng's knees and gently rubbing her cheek against the bulge in his pants, accompanied by soft moans. My camera faithfully recorded these moments.
"Want your sister to give you a kiss?" Jing's large eyes captured every expression on Xiaofeng's face, as if they were about to overflow with tears.
"Yes..." he answered almost involuntarily.
Jing bit the zipper pull with her teeth and slowly pulled it down. I naturally remembered that this was the move Qiang Ge taught her last week. Recalling that Saturday at our house, in front of the large wedding photo of me and Jing hanging above the bed, he was sweating profusely, holding Jing's high, fleshy buttocks and fucking her until she begged for mercy, I suddenly felt a surge of lust. After a moment of daze, I came back to my senses and saw Xiao Feng looking at Jing's lewd actions with almost disbelief. A patch of white cotton underwear was exposed in her crotch, stretched taut by the penis wrapped around it.
Jing stuck out her small, delicate tongue and slowly moved her head as if to lick that protrusion, but always stopped just short of it. Her eyes, however, seemed magnetic and intertwined with Xiao Feng's gaze.
Xiao Feng hissed and gasped, reaching out to grab Jing's hands. "Sister...", but couldn't finish
the sentence. Jing's eyes were watery as she slowly pulled down the front of Xiao Feng's underwear, and his engorged penis finally sprang out, freed from its restraints. Jing murmured softly, closed her eyes, and brought her face closer, letting the penis roll against her cheek. The stark contrast between her smooth, delicate face and the prominent penis immediately drew several close-up shots from me.
"So hot...so hard..." Jing murmured, occasionally brushing the shaft with her nose and red lips. Her hands were also busy, quickly unbuckling Xiao Feng's belt. "Take it off,"
Xiao Feng said, a little embarrassed, as he stripped naked in front of me and stood before Jing. Jing lifted his penis with one hand and guided it between his legs. Her tongue had already brushed against his scrotum, causing him to look up and take a deep breath.
After a series of teasing movements from bottom to top, Jing grasped the penis with one hand, pulling back the foreskin to fully expose the glans. Her tongue flicked rapidly at the groove below, making me feel a surge of pleasure.
"Look at me with the glans in your mouth," I said, focusing my attention on her moist lips.
Jing, her cheeks sunken, sucked on the glans and gave me a flirtatious wink. *Snap*
. "Swallow it all."
Jing opened her mouth wide, pressing her hands against Xiao Feng's buttocks, slowly pushing it towards her throat. When it reached her throat, she paused to let her throat adjust, then opened her mouth wide and forced the rest in. Xiao Feng, enjoying it, cried out, "Sister!" and grabbed her head. After holding on for seven or eight seconds, Jing finally spat out the penis and gagged a few times. Her eyes were filled with tears, but her expression became increasingly lewd.
"It's our turn to enjoy ourselves," I said, unable to bear it any longer. "Get up and take off your clothes."
Jing stood up unsteadily, her mouth, nose, and chin completely wet with saliva. She wiped it slightly with the back of her hand, smiling dazedly, and reached behind her to unbutton the back of her dress. As the zipper was pulled down from top to bottom, the wedding dress that had been tightly wrapped around her chest gradually loosened, hanging precariously on her two high breasts.
Jing chuckled, watching my lustful gaze, then gracefully turned her back to us, covering her breasts with her hands the instant her wedding dress slipped off. A breathtaking S-shaped silhouette of her snow-white back stunned me, the curves continuing with her rounded hips and shapely legs. Jing stood there, her feet still buried in the pure white wedding dress, like a fairy in a lotus pond, her arms concealing glimpses of her allure, smiling sweetly at me. I was captivated by her beauty, momentarily mesmerized.
"...Turn around," I said, my mouth dry, "...Put your hands down, slowly..."
Jing turned halfway, biting her lower lip, staring intently at us, slowly lowering her hands. Her two pink mounds were gradually revealed, until finally, unable to conceal their peaks, she half-closed her eyes and let out a silent sigh. Two proud, crimson nipples stood erect, stimulating every nerve in my body.
"So beautiful," Xiaofeng and I blurted out in unison.
Immersed in our praise, Jing smiled with increasing confidence, looking at us silently, yet her eyes seemed to say... This is my bride... My heart felt as sweet as if I had drunk honey... I couldn't help but walk over and lift her up in my arms. Jing let out a soft gasp, hooking her arms around my neck and snuggling tightly against me, letting me carry her to the bed.
"Enjoy it," I whispered gently in her ear, taking a black cloth from the bedside table and blindfolding her, tying it in a knot behind her head. I gestured for Xiaofeng to come over, and the two of us sat at the foot of the bed, each of us lifting one of Jing's beautiful legs and rolling down her pure white stockings. I smiled slightly at Xiaofeng and began kissing her feet. Xiaofeng, understanding, mimicked my movements on the other side. I could feel Jing's trembling from her toes to her calves, tensing and then trying to relax, eliciting moans of pleasure and ecstasy from her throat.
Our caresses and kisses gradually moved upwards from Jing's ankles, across her calves, then covered her inner thighs, moving towards the same spot at her groin. As we progressed, Jing's breathing became more and more rapid. Beneath her pubic hair, a thin layer of clear fluid covered the folds of her thighs. Just as my fingers lightly brushed the junction of her groin and abdomen, her vaginal opening suddenly contracted, and another gush of fluid flowed out.
But, as if by unspoken agreement, Xiaofeng and I deliberately avoided touching her private parts, which craved caresses. Instead, we kissed her from the sides upwards. After all, it was the first time Jing had made love to us simultaneously, and her familiar body was now filled with unknown reactions, trembling as we carefully savored her from head to toe.
Because she was lying flat, Jing's full breasts lazily swayed on either side, forming a rounded arc from the side. I carefully avoided her breasts, kissing only from her sides to her armpits, then up to her collarbone. When I reached her neck, I could feel Xiaofeng's closeness. The meeting of the two men in her sensitive spot made Jing gasp wildly, one hand pressing down on our heads, pulling and rubbing our hair. Seeing that the time was right, I signaled Xiaofeng to slowly shift his focus to her breasts. We patiently circled our tongues around the base of her breasts, causing Jing to writhe and moan uncontrollably.
After we had licked her breasts wet several times, we almost simultaneously took her nipples into our mouths!
"Oh..." Jing's body arched suddenly, her hands pressing down hard on our heads, her swollen breasts almost suffocating me. Her frenzy infected me; I just wanted to bury my head in that soft, moist mass, never to be separated.
After savoring her tender nipples, my tongue circled down again. Jing was like an inexhaustible ice cream, letting me gently suckle and lick her. Her pink toes were as small as broad beans, and I sucked on them one after another, watching Xiao Feng kneel before Jing, his tongue rapidly teasing her inner thighs. His soft yet powerful tongue even curled up at times, trying to penetrate Jing's vaginal opening, eliciting moans from her.
...On her wedding night, being licked in front of her husband by her own cousin—any woman would go crazy, right...?
Jing's moans grew louder and louder, and soon she seemed to be approaching her climax. I patted Xiao Feng, signaling him to stop. Jing trembled slightly with unbearable discomfort, trying to bring her legs together to rub her vulva, but I held her down. Xiao Feng looked at me in bewilderment, at a loss for what to do. I leaned down and whispered in Jing's ear, "Baby, you're only allowed one orgasm tonight, but I promise you'll never forget it."
(Fifty) (Final Chapter)
In the hotel room with wedding candies on the table, the naked bride and groom were in a 69 position, sucking each other. Although it was erotic, it wasn't particularly outrageous in this day and age. However, behind the bride's high, snowy buttocks, there was another naked young man stroking and kissing her from behind, instantly filling the entire room with lewdness.
I lay on my back on the pillow at the foot of the bed, sucking on Jing's legs between her legs until they were almost dripping with juice. I was also indulging in the pleasure I was giving her. After a while, I said in a hoarse voice, "Xiao Feng, fuck your sister."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Feng carefully moved his lower body, holding his penis, which was so hard that even I was a little envious, and pressed it against the entrance of her vagina from behind, slowly thrusting in. The proportions of the organs were exaggeratedly magnified at such close range, occupying almost the entire field of vision. I saw the blunt glans being pushed back, then, with a quiet nasal sound, it decisively broke through Jing's flesh and slowly disappeared into her body, even pulling her petal-like labia minora inside. With his not-so-heavy movements, I watched as this penis went in and out of Jing's vagina, and involuntarily pushed upwards against Jing's throat. Jing let out a soft "uh," and hurriedly gripped my penis tightly in her hand.
"Oh... he's fucking my bride..." This thought filled my mind, yet there was a sinful, bittersweet pleasure...
Xiao Feng's movements gradually relaxed, thrusting into Jing with a series of slapping sounds, his two testicles shaking violently in front of my eyes, almost touching my face. At this moment, I felt no disgust, but rather it intensified my excitement. The scent of their genitals mingled, constantly stimulating me. Suddenly, I had a strong urge to kiss their joined bodies. After a long internal struggle, I finally couldn't bring myself to do it. I simply reached out and stroked Jing's breasts, heavy and smooth like dough sacks.
...If I were to play like this with Qiang in the future, and was ordered to lick the part he was penetrating Jing, what would I do...? The thought made my face flush and my heart race, but my lower body involuntarily grew even stronger.
"Oh... ah..." Jing was increasingly unable to hold my penis in her mouth, crying out intermittently.
I asked in a muffled voice, "Is it good, wife?" I felt like I had a pubic hair in my mouth, but my hand was trapped by her thighs.
"Oh... good..." Jing admitted brazenly, sucking my penis even harder.
"Come on, wife, let's change positions." After passively watching for a while, I finally couldn't resist joining the fray.
Lost in the throes of intercourse, Jing let me do as I pleased, letting Xiaofeng sit beneath her. She didn't even notice me pulling a bottle of lubricant from the bedside table until my penis rubbed against her buttocks. She shuddered, "What are you doing?"
"Don't move, Xiaofeng is going to put it in."
"Ugh..." The moment I thrust upwards, Jing's upper body went limp, her hands barely supporting herself on Xiaofeng's chest. I took the opportunity to push her down into his arms, her two plump, snowy buttocks sticking up. Between her thighs, a cluster of new chrysanthemums, and between her two thin, stretched labia, another man's penis, covered in her vaginal fluids, was gripped, without even a condom. This instantly aroused me. I didn't dare to be careless, though, and applied a glob of slippery liquid to her anus.
The sudden contact of the cool lubricant with her sensitive, forbidden area made Jing gasp, her body involuntarily shrinking, her buttocks clenching even tighter.
"Relax...relax..." I whispered, applying the lotion inside and out. As I gently rotated my fingertips inside her small opening, I felt her instinctive contractions, and the slow, pulsating movement of my hard penis beneath her through the vaginal walls. My heart burned with desire. I put on a condom, carefully lubricated it again, and then, full of anticipation, parted her buttocks with one hand and grasped my penis with the other, aiming it at her anus and pushing it in.
"Slow...slow down..." Jing hissed, enduring the cold air.
Because her vagina was completely filled, Jing's anus became especially tight, and every inch of penetration made her tremble all over.
"It's so swollen... ah..." Jing's lower body involuntarily contracted violently, and Xiao Feng's breathing became much heavier. It seemed that even if he didn't move, he would have a strong pleasure...
"It's halfway in," I encouraged her by stroking her buttocks, but my lower body firmly and slowly pushed in. I felt another hard pressure below, which made my blood rush to my face. My God, what am I doing? It's too lewd...
When most of my penis disappeared between Jing's buttocks, Jing was so soft that she felt as if her bones had been removed. She instinctively groaned but couldn't speak.
I looked at her with a sense of novelty, sandwiched between me and another man. Who could have imagined that the bride, who was as pure and beautiful as an angel in front of so many guests just a few hours ago, would now be in such a lewd state? Especially since this was my woman, on our wedding night… It’s too perverted… Uncle and Aunt, what kind of expressions would you have if you saw what your daughter was doing right now… Oh… A deep-seated, lewd pleasure surged from my lower body into my mind, numbing my trembling nerves and reason…
After letting her adjust for a moment, I slowly began to thrust, pretending to be calm as I said, “Come on, Xiaofeng, let’s move together.” But I felt my voice was a little weak. In truth, I didn’t really know what to do, but in front of him, I had to control the rhythm, which was very different from when I was with Brother Qiang. Which feeling do I prefer...?
The alternating thrusts of two penises separated by a thin layer of flesh filled me with a fresh tactile sensation, making Jing tense up even more. "Ah... I can't take it... Ahh... Help... It's going to break... Ah~"
Normally, such near-death cries might make me stop and comfort her gently, but now it felt like an aphrodisiac, adding fuel to the fire! I couldn't help but grit my teeth and slap her buttocks. "Having two men do it at the same time, isn't it awesome?"
"Oh..." Jing screamed, unable to speak.
Xiao Feng seemed to be stimulated by my words as well, panting heavily and holding Jing's waist with both hands, thrusting upwards with great effort in a difficult position. I grasped his rhythm, trying to thrust in when he withdrew, but the intense and clumsy movements could never be in sync. The two of us squeezed into the narrow space at the same time from time to time, and the feeling of pushing and pressing made each of us so excited that we were only driven by animalistic instincts...
"Ah..." Jing's furrowed brows could no longer be relaxed, and her unbearable moans contained a wild abandon. Her tight anal walls contracted and relaxed with my forceful dilation, the writhing tightness was so intoxicating…
Xiao Feng moved faster and faster beneath her… He hit me…
Little brother… You're having such a good time, aren't you… You got to share your beautiful cousin's wedding night… After she becomes someone else's wife, won't it be even more exhilarating to do it…? I masochistically put myself in his shoes, and found it incredibly stimulating…
“Sister, I’m fucking ***!” Being young, Xiao Feng was the first to give in.
Jing was completely speechless, her hands braced against his chest, her head bobbing and screaming with our increasingly rapid movements.
Is it coming… Let’s do it together… He’s not wearing a condom… Shoot inside! Oh… On our wedding night, another man's semen was ejaculated into my wife's uterus, and I was the one who was blocked… Damn… I wanted to shout, "Shoot her!" but my pride was blocking the way, and I couldn't say it. I just screamed in my head…
"Sis… say fuck me!" The usually gentle Xiao Feng was now fucking Jing like a madman, his body thrusting so hard that Jing and I couldn't keep our balance. Through the flesh walls of Jing's private parts, I could feel that his penis was getting harder and harder. Hmm… Is this what he asks Jing to say when he orgasms…?
"Oh… Xiao Feng… fuck sis!" Jing clearly felt that her brother was about to orgasm through her body, and she satisfied him with maternal passion, her beautiful hair flowing freely…
"Sis, I can't hold back anymore!" Xiao Feng wrapped his arms tightly around Jing's neck, and with a burst of instinct, he thrust wildly one last time!
Come on! Shoot her… How could I bear to watch this brother and sister commit adultery…? “I’m fucking too! My wife’s yelling to fuck me too!”
“Fuck me too! You two~”
“Ah~” Just seconds later, he and I both erupted in unbearable roars, accompanied by Jing’s screams reaching their highest point. Our lower bodies convulsed uncontrollably, forcefully ejaculating spurt after spurt of semen! Everywhere was being squeezed! Struggling! The three of us, our lower bodies intertwined, moved rapidly at different rhythms, like a frenzied symphony of ultimate lust…
I barely supported myself with my weak, trembling arms, my head resting limply against Jing’s sweaty back. She held him tightly with one hand, and placed the other on my buttocks, and for a long time, the three of us remained motionless. The tension of the day had now subsided into the soft emptiness after the orgasm. I was too weak to think about anything, and I don't know how much time passed before I vaguely felt my lower body shrinking little by little, finally slipping out, which made Jing groan again...
...
The flight to the Maldives was, unavoidably, early in the morning. The taxi weaved through the noisy, narrow streets of Shanghai; winter had already permeated every corner of the city. Half-asleep, I stared blankly out the window at the bare sycamore trees flashing by. Stacks of steaming baskets piled high outside the small eateries along the street simmered with heat. At the intersection, a young couple in red and green down jackets embraced and laughed intimately…
Though it was just a fleeting glimpse, I seemed to catch a glimpse of their expressions—simple joy, a feeling of closeness that suggested they had already had sex…
Suddenly, I felt a pang of sentimentality, longing for the simple joy of sex intertwined with love… I remembered six years ago, the first time I took Jing's virginity. The next morning, I woke to find her lying on the sofa in the living room, having spent the entire night awake… The second time that afternoon, she stared blankly at my powerful erection behind her in the mirror, already experiencing the pleasure and tenderness of a woman…
Last night's, and the most recent, were no longer simple…
But I don't regret it, I think. Is it a bit perverse…? Probably not, just not accepted by mainstream morality. But moral standards themselves evolve, don't they?
"What are you thinking about, honey?" A head nestled against her, her hair carrying a faint, different scent than usual—the fresh fragrance of hotel shampoo. Her voice was languid and sleepy.
"I was thinking, I've finally made you my wife," I said, smiling down at her.
"Happy?" Jing winked playfully at me.
I didn't answer, but instead leaned down and kissed her sweet, soft red lips deeply.
I knew that everything was just beginning.

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