Premarital promiscuity

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Introduction

In July 2009, the weather was sweltering. Bored at home, I browsed the internet, watching fellow seniors express their feelings about leaving university on various online forums and message boards. The most common phrase was, "Graduation season, breakup season." But my heart was filled with sweetness.

Song Weiwei, that beautiful girl like a fairy, had chosen me to be her husband as she graduated. Yes, her husband!

I knew she had several boyfriends, and in the vague rumors circulating, she wasn't exactly a pure and innocent girl. But despite the constant scandals, Song Weiwei always maintained a ladylike image in front of others. When I saw her—no, not just me, but everyone who admired her but never had her—they all felt she was a goddess. Her pure face, noble temperament, and captivating figure—even those boys who thought about Song Weiwei's scandals late at night, imagining her as a promiscuous woman, had to admit that in public, Song Weiwei was a perfect, noble goddess.

I was also one of Song Weiwei's suitors. Song Weiwei was clearly very charming. In the four years she constantly changed boyfriends and was embroiled in scandalous rumors, those who admired her never wavered in their feelings. Some boys she chose as backup options remained devoted to their roles. And me, because we were classmates, I was arguably the closest backup option to Song Weiwei.

I knew this was pointless. I imagined myself laughing at my current behavior in the future, I imagined the final outcome, but I never imagined that Song Weiwei would choose me during this "breakup season" and explicitly tell me she was willing to marry me. It's

embarrassing to admit, although I love her, when I heard her say those words, the first thing that came to mind was some of the cuckoldry novels I'd read—novels where women are promiscuous, eventually marry a man, and continue their promiscuous lives after marriage.

I was a backup option, but all I could do was not mind her past. If it were really like those novels, I would want to die.

I hesitated. Song Weiwei smiled gently: "It seems you know about those rumors. If I told you I'm tired of playing around and want to find a man who truly loves me, to live a simple life, and that after marriage I will do everything a chaste wife can do, would you marry me?"

In October 2013, the sweltering heat was finally blown away by Typhoon Usagi. After finishing dinner, I watched my virtuous wife, Song Weiwei, diligently clearing the table and chuckled foolishly.

"What are you grinning at me for?" Song Weiwei smiled, but her hands didn't stop moving an inch.

"I'm so happy to have married such a beautiful wife like you."

"It's been four years, and you're still happy? You're going to die of happiness!"

My two-year-old daughter, holding a doll, came up to me. "Daddy, come play with me!"

I laughed and picked her up, playing with her. She giggled happily, and Weiwei looked in our direction, smiling too. I turned to her, silently saying, "I love you."

Weiwei glared at me, ignoring me, but I clearly saw her smile grow even sweeter.

Four years ago, fearing that the men who had been with Weiwei would continue to harass her, we moved to our current city and basically lost contact with our former classmates. At first, I was worried that Weiwei wouldn't be able to leave her previous life as she said she would, but four years have passed, and the facts have proven that she perfectly embodies the meaning of a virtuous wife and loving mother.

Late at night, I lay beneath Weiwei, teasingly licking her slightly dark labia. I thought of the vague rumors about her from our university days. Suddenly, I got up, pinned her down, and began primal thrusting. Accompanied by Weiwei's blood-pumping moans, I brought her to orgasm again and again.

This was probably why Weiwei had completely abandoned her past; my abilities could give her sexual satisfaction. I thought to myself. Little did I know that after her orgasm, Weiwei also recalled her past, secret, promiscuous life. Although what she did back then seemed more exciting than now, she felt the orgasm I could give her now, and the happiness and responsibility that marriage brought her. She was content with everything she had now, and could only laugh at her youthful recklessness.

"Husband, thank you," Weiwei whispered in my ear.

I knew what Weiwei was thinking. Although Weiwei wasn't exactly a model woman in university, her fidelity after marriage spoke volumes.

I didn't say anything, just kissed her hard, watching her close her eyes and smile, exhausted.

(Part 1) The Dark Hands Plotting Against Weiwei

Although I had heard rumors about Weiwei's somewhat promiscuous nightlife during college, some things are simply unimaginable to someone like me who hasn't experienced them firsthand. At most, I could imagine Weiwei and her then-boyfriend having sex every night, and that was the extent of the rumors.

Actually, this is easy to understand. We often see tabloids about how dissolute the nightlife of some wealthy people is, but what they actually do is far more lewd than what's rumored. Those without money can't imagine it, and similarly, not all wealthy people can even conceive of it. Those lewd acts ultimately only happen within a small circle.

While Vivi and I were enjoying nightly trysts, basking in the glow of her wanton side in bed, in another city, a man was half-lying in a rented room, viciously masturbating. A USB drive was plugged into his laptop, playing a video that would make your nose bleed. In the video, a long-haired woman with a snow-white body was lying face up on a table, and he was thrusting between her legs. On the other hand, a naked short-haired woman was squatting across her face, parting her labia with her hands. Thick white semen flowed from her vagina, and the long-haired woman beneath her opened her mouth wide, catching the semen and gulping it all down. The short-haired woman laughed lasciviously, squeezing out the remaining semen, which the long-haired woman drank.

The man used his free hand to fast-forward; the video showed another lewd scene. In the video, he was having sex with the short-haired woman, while the long-haired woman knelt behind him, grabbing his buttocks and spreading them apart with her hands. She buried her face deep in the man's ass, and the occasional sucking sounds indicated that she was diligently licking his anus. Suddenly, the long-haired woman pushed the buttocks away and fanned the air in front of her. The man turned around and said something. The long-haired woman frowned cutely, then suddenly smiled lewdly, took a deep breath into the man's anus, and buried her head to lick it again, causing the short-haired woman, who had turned around, to burst into laughter.

"Damn it, even such a beautiful girl has tasted my stinky farts, I guess it's all worth it!" the man roared, ejaculating a pool of semen.

If I had seen this video, I would have been utterly shocked. The long-haired woman is my current wife, Song Weiwei, and the short-haired woman is her classmate, Lü Lili. The man Weiwei was licking her anus—the one masturbating while watching the video—was Huang Xing, the lackey of Weiwei's then-rich boyfriend, Tan Yang. His family ran a small business.

I considered myself sexually capable, having brought Weiwei to orgasm time and time again, and I should have done everything her boyfriend could give her in bed. I never knew, and I can't even imagine, that Weiwei would do such a lewd thing with her boyfriend's lackey. But it's a good thing I didn't know, otherwise, whether I could have handled it is another question.

Enough of the digressions. Huang Xing came from a family with some money, so how did he end up in this state? Two years ago, his father passed away from illness, and his mother, having made a bad choice in friends, was swindled out of most of her money by a man. Overwhelmed with regret, she committed suicide by jumping off a building. The money she left behind was squandered by the inept Huang Xing. Although he had met many wealthy people through Tan Yang, back then, relying on Tan Yang's influence and his own family's wealth, he didn't respect anyone else. Even Tan Yang's friends disliked Huang Xing privately. Therefore, once his family fell on hard times, not only did those who disliked him avoid him, but even his former cronies shunned him like the plague. What

Huang Xing resented most was that he could no longer sleep with beautiful girls. Because of his unattractive appearance, although he could sleep with women in college, it was mainly thanks to Tan Yang. Otherwise, with his family's meager means, where would he find any exceptional girls to sleep with? Huang Xing's current living situation is so dire that even hiring the cheapest prostitute requires several days' worth of money.

As he wiped away the semen he had ejaculated, he cursed viciously at the short-haired girl, Lü Lili, in the video. Lü Lili was originally from an ordinary family, but for the sake of a vain lifestyle, she served as a sex slave in Tan Yang's inner circle. Huang Xing had spent almost all his money on her, hoping to continue using her after graduation. Who knew that after graduation, she would abandon Huang Xing and follow Tan Yang abroad to become his full-time slave?

When Huang Xing looked at Song Weiwei in the video, his eyes became greedy.

Song Weiwei was the only wealthy and beautiful woman he had ever slept with, and only once. Most importantly for Huang Xing, Song Weiwei had willingly allowed herself to be with him that time and enjoyed it. Moreover, the depravity Song Weiwei displayed that time was something even the actresses in the Japanese AV films Huang Xing had seen couldn't achieve.

Huang Xing recalled a day after graduating from university when Tan Yang told him he could participate in having sex with Song Weiwei. He couldn't believe it. After all, he had access to this wealthy and promiscuous circle, and he knew that although Song Weiwei wasn't a chaste goddess, she had only slept with the men she was currently dating; the rumors of group sex were completely unfounded.

Huang Xing eventually learned that Song Weiwei was going to reform herself. She was tired of playing around, and she had found a suitable man who truly loved her and was preparing to get married. However, she wanted to go crazy one last time and try group sex, something she had never experienced before. So, without telling her future husband, she asked Tan Yang to help her arrange this promiscuous party.

For various reasons, the party was held at Huang Xing's house. Huang Xing, with an inexplicable urge, secretly recorded the party, and no one knew. Huang Xing looked at the USB drive plugged into his laptop; it was the only copy of the original, which had been lost when the memory card was damaged.

Looking at the USB drive, Huang Xing suddenly had an idea. What if he used this video to blackmail Song Weiwei… Actually, compared to those ruthless perverts, Huang Xing was relatively decent. For at least four years, all he did was watch this video, recall the events of that time, and fantasize about Song Weiwei masturbating. Only now had this thought arisen.

The wicked idea was unstoppable, and what was even more convenient was that Huang Xing had been to the city where Weiwei and I lived before the New Year, seen Weiwei in the crowd, and followed her, knowing our address.

Huang Xing looked at the USB drive and smiled, a very happy smile. He seemed to see himself, just like four years ago, dominating and humiliating the beautiful, wealthy, and married Weiwei, pinning her down and trampling her underfoot.

Huang Xing smiled happily; Weiwei's utterly despicable behavior at that lewd party was on this USB drive. He wasn't afraid she wouldn't submit.

Huang Xing recalled what Weiwei had done that day, which shocked him. He realized that the disgusting things actresses in Japanese hardcore AVs did could actually happen without being faked.

"Hahaha, rich and beautiful!" Huang Xing thought, his mind filled with that night four years ago: "You slut, wait until I transform you into a whore your man wouldn't even recognize!"

The depravity Song Weiwei could reach, her current status as a married woman, and Huang Xing's fantasy of his ultimate domination made his penis, which had rested for a while, stand erect again. Watching the video, Huang Xing gripped his penis tightly again, ejaculating once more amidst his wonderful fantasies of the future.

A few nights later, in Huang Xing's rented room, a shifty-eyed middle-aged man sat with Huang Xing at a small table, drinking cheap liquor and talking.

"You, are you serious? You really have something on you, enough to make someone else's wife your sex slave?"

"Old Zhang, when have I ever bragged?"

"Damn, when don't you bragged?" Old Zhang didn't give him any face.

Huang Xing glared at him: "If it weren't for the fact that it's difficult for me to do it alone, I wouldn't have asked you, you old bastard, to share this scrap."

"Hehehe," Old Zhang chuckled, inwardly cursing, "If you weren't penniless and having trouble getting things done out of town, would you have been willing to share a piece of the pie with me?" But despite his inner turmoil, Old Zhang didn't hold a grudge, considering the beautiful woman before him. However, he needed to find out whether this was reliable or not.

"Alright, Lao Zhang, I'll show you today. After you see it, you'll know this is going to work!" Huang Xing took out his notebook. "But I have to make this clear: only heaven, earth, you, and I know. This Song Weiwei is just our sex slave. No third person can be involved. If too many people are involved, things will go wrong. She's married. If we get caught, we'll be in deep trouble."

"Of course, hehehe, of course. How could I not understand this? When it comes to sleeping with someone else's wife, secrecy and safety are the most important things, hahahaha."

Huang Xing chuckled a few times. "I knew you were sensible, Lao Zhang. Here, take a look. This is what I secretly filmed back then. Only I have this video. They don't know. You're the second person to see it."

The two lewd men looked at the screen together, and Huang Xing kept talking beside them, making Lao Zhang's blood boil.

"Hahahaha, damn it, this woman is so shameless. She can do such disgusting things. Fuck! So good!"

After Lao Zhang finished watching, his eyes turned red, and he grabbed his wine glass and took a big gulp.

"See? With this in hand, she'll have no choice but to comply, hahaha."

The two huddled together again, discussing the specific plan.

In H City, Weiwei and I were packing our luggage, preparing to take our daughter to my parents' house for the National Day holiday, completely unaware that four sinister hands were plotting to capture us.

Four years ago, at that gathering...

Tan Yang sighed and asked, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"What? We've broken up, are you still jealous?" Song Weiwei smiled slyly, her eyes filled with intense desire.

"Me? Jealous? Heh. I'm just curious. You originally wanted to try a threesome, but I can't come. You still really want to do it with that Huang Xing kid?"

"I'm going to another city with him the day after tomorrow to get married and start a new life. Since you don't have time, then I'll let Huang Xing try a threesome with this rich and beautiful girl."

"I think you're being shameless. Wouldn't it give you a depraved thrill if someone like him fucked you?"

"Heh, you understand me."

"Then why don't you just send yourself to a beggar to fuck? Wouldn't that be more enjoyable?" Tan Yang joked, but found that Song Weiwei actually thought about it seriously before shaking her head: "Dirty."

"You..." Tan Yang was a little dumbfounded, but since he had broken up with Weiwei, and he had countless rich and beautiful socialites like Song Weiwei around him to enjoy, he didn't care what Weiwei wanted to do at all.

"Alright, go in yourself then. Just a heads up, Huang Xing's a bit of a pervert, the porn he watches is absolutely disgusting."

Weiwei's eyebrows twitched, a hint of a smile flashing in her eyes. Tan Yang was turning to whistle at a scantily clad girl across the street, oblivious to Weiwei's expression. Otherwise, he would have noticed that Weiwei's expression was exactly the same as when he first discovered Lü Lili's masochistic tendencies. Luckily, he didn't notice, otherwise Tan Yang certainly wouldn't have given up on training Weiwei into a top-tier sex slave. Of course, right now he only saw Weiwei as a rich girl wanting to have some fun before settling down.

"Weiwei, you see, I don't have time today, so... after you get married, we... um, you know what I mean."

Tan Yang asked tentatively.

"Today is the last time this will happen. From now on, he will be my only man." Weiwei's face turned serious, and she turned back to stare intently at Tan Yang.

Tan Yang shrugged, but noticed Weiwei was still staring at him. He could only smile wryly and assure her, "Don't worry, although I'm a bit of a scoundrel, have you ever seen me seduce other women? If you genuinely want to live the life of a devoted wife and mother, then I certainly won't bother you. I won't tell anyone else about what happened today. However, you'll have to shut Huang Xing up."

Weiwei then withdrew her gaze from Tan Yang and smiled indifferently, "Him? You think I just pick anyone? With his personality, he'd probably keep it to himself for later fantasies. How could he possibly tell anyone? Even if he did, if you don't admit it, who would believe that a toad like him could have eaten a swan like me?"

Tan Yang chuckled. Sure enough, Huang Xing had no other skills, but he was masters of keeping secrets. Even if he occasionally slept with a pretty girl, he would keep it a secret. In today's terms, he was extremely low-key and secretly lecherous.

"Fine, consider it a debt I, Tan Yang, owe you. Go ahead, as long as you don't regret it."

Song Weiwei watched Tan Yang's car drive away. Tan Yang was still very good to her, and if she was just a girl he was playing around with, he wouldn't be like some rich second-generation heirs who keep pestering her.

Song Weiwei turned around and knocked on Huang Xing's door. Huang Xing opened the door and, sure enough, only saw Weiwei outside. He clicked his tongue twice.

"I didn't expect you to come even if Tan Yang isn't involved. What, want me to fuck you?" Huang Xing laughed lewdly, his tone vulgar.

"So, do you want to fuck me?" Song Weiwei was determined to let loose completely tonight, and her tone became provocative.

"Hahaha, of course I want to... I'm just afraid you won't cooperate with me." Huang Xing was also going all out. At worst, he wouldn't be able to fuck her, but if he did, he would make sure she cooperated obediently. "

Hehe, it's just being your bitch. As long as there's no bloodshed today, I'll do whatever I want with you. Master~~~" Weiwei chuckled.

"Really? You'll do whatever you want with me?" Huang Xing was a little excited.

"Of course, whatever you want. Tonight, I'm your toy."

"So, what's the matter?" Huang Xing's mind was clearly not on anything good.

Weiwei rolled her eyes at Huang Xing: "You left your laptop with Tan Yang last time. I saw everything on it. As long as you dare to play with it, I'll go all out and have a good time with you tonight."

Huang Xing almost jumped up when he heard this. You see, there were some things he had fantasized about for a long time, but even the most despicable prostitutes had never done them for him. He pulled Weiwei into the room, closed the door impatiently, and with both hands through Weiwei's coat, he grabbed Weiwei's breasts that made countless men lose their minds.

"You little slut, I'm going to fuck you to death today."

"Come on if you dare! If I don't drain you dry today, I'll be your slave until you're satisfied."

"Hahaha, that's great!"

The two went into the living room. Lü Lili was watching TV. She had obviously overheard Huang Xing and Weiwei's conversation. She glanced at Song Weiwei, who was prettier, richer, and had a higher status with men than herself, and coldly snorted.

[The End]

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