[Urban] Beautiful Married Woman Prostitute (Complete) - 4-6

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(XV)

The following are my wife's unedited words, almost exactly as they were spoken. However, she didn't say it all at once; there were slight pauses in between, and I also interjected a few times. To save time, I've omitted my words. Since everyone is here mainly to learn about my wife's sexual history,

this is what she told me: My birthday was approaching, and I had just received a scholarship. My boyfriend and I discussed having a good time together. However, his family wasn't well-off, and they didn't give him much pocket money. I never complained about this; that's how girls are when they fall in love. I said I'd use my scholarship money to take him to Mount Tai as a birthday gift.

When we arrived at Mount Tai, the hotel rooms were very expensive, costing 200 yuan a night for a private room. To save money, he suggested we share a room, and I trusted him, so I agreed. Fortunately, the hotel staff, eager to attract more customers, didn't check if we had a marriage certificate and let us, a man and a woman, stay in a single room (which saved us nearly 500 yuan over several days).

During the day, besides climbing Mount Tai, we also visited the nearby Confucius Temple and Confucius Cemetery, leaving early and returning late every day.

To be honest, it was the first time we'd been alone in a room, away from school and familiar faces, so I was a little nervous and excited. From the moment we got back to the room, we practically hugged and kissed non-stop. The first night, we slept fully clothed, but I helped him masturbate twice.

The third day was my birthday, and we came back early. He went to the street and bought a birthday cake and flowers. We sang songs, drank wine, and kissed as we ate; I felt incredibly happy.

Later, after dinner, I went to take a shower, and whether intentionally or unintentionally, I forgot to lock the bathroom door. When I was soaking naked in the bathtub, he came in. I wanted him to leave, but I couldn't say it, and just shyly covered my face.

Seeing this, he quickly took off his clothes and squeezed into the bathtub with me, completely naked.

This was the first time I'd embraced him naked; he grabbed my breasts and kissed me, and I instinctively gripped his penis. He then grabbed my buttocks with both hands, making me stand up in the bathtub. Our tongues intertwined, and our lower bodies rubbed together.

Later, I slipped, and he pressed himself against me in the water, rising and falling, and I clung to him. But he didn't try to penetrate me. If he had asked, I probably wouldn't have been able to resist; I had lost myself, devoid of reason. But he truly didn't intend to cross my boundaries; he merely symbolically lay on top of me.

Then, he got up, sat on the edge of the bathtub, spread his legs, and asked me to masturbate him. Although I had masturbated him dozens of times before, it had always been in the dark, blindly groping him in his crotch. This was the first time I had clearly seen his penis; it was more impressive than I had imagined or felt, and the round glans surprised me greatly. In my memory, a man's penis didn't look like this.

During the masturbation, he kept his eyes slightly closed and played with my nipples with his toes, seemingly enjoying it. I squatted in the bathtub, alternating my hands, playfully blowing shampoo foam onto his glans, or splashing water on his pubic hair.

His pubic hair was thick, black, and dense, more than three times the size of mine. His testicles also caught my attention. Back in school, I used to touch them in the dark, finding them heavy and round, quite amusing. Now, seeing them drooping between his legs, they looked ugly and comical.

Suddenly, his body tensed. My eyes widened, my hands still stroking him, when suddenly, his penis jerked, and a liquid gushed from his glans, startling me so much I screamed. I couldn't dodge in time; the liquid sprayed all over my face, hair, eyes, nose, mouth, chin, and breasts.

I had never seen him ejaculate before, even when he was in his pants. I never imagined a man's ejaculation could be so powerful and fast, and so far.

When he saw my face covered in semen, he seemed very guilty, repeatedly apologizing and offering to wipe me with a towel.

But I seemed to have done something very enjoyable, giggling and refusing his help. I ran out of the bathtub naked, looking at my semen-covered, disheveled appearance in the fogged mirror…

He then seized the opportunity to grab a Polaroid camera and take several obscene photos of me with his penis covering my face. Then he hugged me from behind and pulled me back into the bathtub.

He made me sit on the edge of the tub, spreading my pale legs. It was the first time I had exposed my genitals to him. Although he had touched my vulva before, he had never seen it.

He seemed to be looking very closely, his brow furrowed, as if he suddenly had something on his mind.

I asked him what was wrong, and he shook his head.

Next, he masturbated me. He usually only used one finger to penetrate my vagina. This time, however, he used two, constantly rubbing my labia, and I quickly reached orgasm.

Later, we finally finished showering. He helped me shower, and after we finished, he carried me directly from the bathroom to the bed. It

was the first time we slept naked, embracing each other. In the middle of the night, his penis became hard again, and I still masturbated him. Actually, I was ready to offer myself to him; my vagina even longed for his penetration. But he didn't ask for it. I don't know why...

(Sixteen)

The wife's story came to a temporary end. She curled up in my arms, like a helpless white lamb.

"Oh my god!" I lamented in my heart: "My wife spent her birthday like this a few years ago. Maybe I really shouldn't have asked her so many details!"

From now on, I will never forget the scene she described on every birthday, especially the scene of her boyfriend ejaculating on her face. "

I tried to calm down and carried my naked wife to the bed, saying, "It seems like you and your boyfriend haven't finished talking. By the way, I've always wanted to ask you, you and he were so good together, why did you break up and choose to marry me?"

The wife nodded sadly and continued: " For the next few days, my boyfriend and I spent our time like this. He masturbated me, and I masturbated him. At that time, we seemed to have inexhaustible energy, willing to live and die for desire.

But I don't know why, after he carefully examined my vulva on my birthday night, he seemed to have changed. His eyes were often gloomy. And when he masturbated me, his movements were very rough, unlike before when he was gentle with me. Once, he even forced all five fingers into my vagina, poking and prodding randomly, which made me feel uncomfortable.

His temper also seemed to become strange. He would inexplicably get angry at me, even calling me a slut. Once, he suddenly grabbed my hair on the bed, dragged my face to his crotch, and pressed his hard penis against my mouth, forcing the round glans into my lips. I felt like I had returned to my greedy teenage years, instinctively..." I opened my mouth and took his penis in…

He groaned strangely, thrusting his enormous penis into my mouth again and again, as if trying to pierce my throat, into my stomach, my intestines, my internal organs. I was almost suffocating from his penetration, feeling like vomiting several times, but I held back, constantly playing with his testicles with my fingertips to stimulate his lust.

Finally, his penis throbbed violently, and his semen sprayed into my mouth, which I swallowed with a "gulp." He then made me lick the remaining semen from his glans with my tongue.

Although I felt a little wronged, seeing his pleasure made me feel so happy and satisfied! Besides… perhaps due to childhood influences, I've never been particularly averse to men's semen.

From that day on, he took a liking to my oral sex; hearing me speak or sing easily aroused him. Once he got hard, he would make me ejaculate for him anywhere, even in the wild.

When we were sightseeing, if there weren't many people around, he would have me squat down, pull down his pants, expose his penis, and shove it into my mouth. Although I was timid and shy, I tried my best to obey him to please him. In my heart, I already considered myself his "wife." Like a wife following her husband, I had no choice but to comply. However, a few times, our actions were witnessed by other tourists. Fortunately, they were all strangers to us. Each time, I blushed deeply, and the other person seemed quite embarrassed as well.

Another time, we encountered three American tourists. I was performing oral sex on him under a pine tree deep in the mountains when the three Americans suddenly bumped into me. Unlike Chinese tourists who would avoid such situations, they rushed to take pictures of me performing oral sex. When I noticed them, my face flushed with embarrassment, they even gave me a friendly thumbs-up.

Perhaps they would never again witness such a bold and unconventional act of a Chinese girl in the wild. So they hoped to chat with me a little longer to gain a deeper understanding of modern Chinese women.

But with my mouth full of semen, I was so scared that I stuck out my tongue at them, grabbed my boyfriend's hand, and ran away. Only later did I realize that they had taken erotic photos of me performing oral sex, and I was terrified. Luckily, they were foreigners, so they probably wouldn't cause me any more trouble; at most, they would just take them back to America to admire. However, it was still enough to make me ashamed.

Finally, on the night I left Mount Tai, I was a little reluctant to leave. My sex life on this trip was so rich; it could be said that I truly completed the transformation from a girl to a woman. That night, I first wholeheartedly performed oral sex on my boyfriend, making him ejaculate three times! Then he masturbated me. He also gave me wave after wave of orgasms, and my vaginal fluids flowed like a tide, even wetting my buttocks.

But he wouldn't let me wash myself; instead, he continued to observe my vagina under the light for a long time, even parting my labia and carefully studying something, without saying a word.

I spread my snow-white legs wide and said to him coquettishly, "What's so interesting? We're an old married couple, haven't you had enough after looking for so long?"

He suddenly said, "Then tell me, wife, have you ever had sex with other men?"

I thought he was joking, so I pouted and said, "Yes, you think you're the only one who can be my husband? There are plenty of men in the world!"

His face immediately turned ashen, and he said, "Who? Tell me! Who broke your hymen?"

I was stunned and furious, and said irritably, "I don't know, whoever you say it is! Anyway, I don't know who broke my hymen!"

"Fine, fine, I knew I was right, beautiful women are the most lewd. You don't even know how your hymen was broken, do you think I'm stupid! Hmph, I've been wondering the same thing, how could someone as sexy and beautiful as you, voted the undisputed school beauty by the boys, and with such a wealthy and prestigious family, be willing to spend all your time with a penniless guy like me? Turns out you're just a used shoe for everyone.

No wonder your ass is so big, and you always waddle around when you walk, you're just trying to attract men! No wonder you've been acting so lewd these past few days, giving me blowjobs and taking my semen, because you're a whore who enjoys sex! But let me tell you, I may be poor, but I'm not poor in spirit. I won't pick up used junk, no matter how charming or noble it is! From now on, we're done!" "

You...you..." I never imagined that all my obedience and pleasing these past few days would result in this. I was so angry that I couldn't say anything, but tears flowed like the lustful fluid in my vagina.

That night, he slept on the floor, and I spent the night feeling wronged, the previous climax and happiness completely gone.

After returning to school, we became like strangers, and never spoke a word to each other again.

Several times I wanted to ask him for back those "face-shot" nude photos he took of me at the Taishan Hotel, but I was too embarrassed to ask. After all, I was completely naked in those photos, and my face and mouth were covered with his semen. If I had married him, those photos would have looked quite interesting, but we broke up, and it was really inappropriate for him to keep these things with him. If he showed them to others, I would feel even more ashamed.

I hope he destroyed them in a fit of anger back then...

(17)

As the wife recalled this, tears streamed down her cheeks again. It seemed that this incident had indeed hurt her deeply, and she had not been able to completely get over it for many years.

Of course, on the other hand, she still has deep feelings for her ex-boyfriend from her hometown, which confirms what netizens like "Passionate Man" said: women always find it hard to forget their first boyfriend, and may even remain entangled with him for life.

However, at this point, the suspicion that her hymen was broken by her ex-boyfriend from her hometown can be ruled out.

I wiped away my wife's tears, who was still sighing, and said, "I really feel sorry for you two. Perhaps you were a perfect couple. But he's so narrow-minded. He wouldn't let you explain, and without even asking what happened, he just threw mud at you. Actually, a hymen isn't a big deal. Once it's broken, it's broken. If I were him, I would never break up with you because of this. As long as you explain the inside story of how you lost your virginity, no matter what problems arise, even if you were a prostitute in the past, I would forgive you and still love you, cherish you, marry you, and be proud of you."

My wife buried her head in my chest and said happily, "That's why he married you. It's also fortunate that he's a bit narrow-minded, otherwise, I would be his wife now, being held in his arms every day..."

"And being fucked by him every night, or giving him oral sex..." I smiled and asked, "What about your other boyfriends? You haven't told me your stories with them yet."

"Isn't it all pretty much the same? What's there to talk about?" His wife said, wiggling her hips and giving him a seductive look.

"No, I want to hear! I want to hear!" I fiddled with her nipple. "I want to know how they played with you."

"Okay, I'll tell you everything." My wife sighed softly, glancing at me shyly, and said softly, "My second boyfriend was an art student. He was very tall, about 1.8 meters, very handsome and cool. He first met me on a bus and was immediately captivated by my stunning figure, convinced I was a natural-born nude model. He started following me to school, pursuing me relentlessly, writing me letters and sending me roses every day.

I had just broken up with my boyfriend from my hometown and was feeling very down. Plus, he was very handsome, and I was still a bit angry with my ex, so impulsively, I accepted his advances and started seeing him everywhere. We were like a golden couple, attracting countless envious glances. My roommates all said I had finally found my Prince Charming and would be incredibly happy in the future, which greatly satisfied my vanity. Soon, I naturally became his nude model."

"You've even been a nude model?" I stared in surprise, my eyes widening, and asked tremulously, "You mean taking off all your clothes so he could paint your naked bottom?"

"Yes," my wife tossed her hair and continued, "I've been with him to the Inner Mongolian grasslands, to Shennongjia, and to Changbai Mountain's Tianchi Lake. In nature, I'd strip naked and let him paint on me, some standing in the water, some clinging to trees, and even riding naked on horseback.

Of course, his favorite was my back as I turned and smiled. He said my buttocks were especially big and white, with a captivating charm! With my help, he'd definitely win big prizes at international art exhibitions and make a fortune! When he got excited, he couldn't resist having me masturbate him! "i=32> Of course, I was quite adept at it. I thought he was not only handsome, but his penis was also quite fun—thick pubic hair, large testicles, and a long, thick shaft. It was much more lively and adorable than my ex-boyfriend from my hometown's. Holding it in my hand, it bounced around like a giant, movable calligraphy brush! No wonder my girlfriends all said I would be very sexually happy after marrying him. But after ejaculating, he would always be in tears, saying I was too good, simply a goddess bestowed upon him by heaven!

Several times, deeply moved, I even considered offering myself to him, especially that time at Tianchi. It was just the two of us by the pool, and naked, I truly longed to make love with him in the gentle water, to be Yang Guifei and Emperor Xuanzong of Tang at Huaqing Pool! But he insisted on saving the most beautiful moments for our wedding night. On that night, he would use his manhood as a pen and my body as paper to create a masterpiece of unparalleled beauty! "

Heh, he's quite an interesting guy. You're quite lucky with yourself." Hearing my wife tell me about her experience, I smiled bitterly and asked, "And then? Why didn't he become your Emperor Xuanzong?"

"Later… unexpectedly, a car accident took his young life! It also shattered his dream of having my nude painting submitted for an international award." "

His wife's voice suddenly turned somber. 'It was an afternoon. I had just finished class and showered. I was excited about going to his studio that evening, and I even planned to surprise him with bananas… But then, while I was lost in these thoughts, my roommate told me he'd had an accident!

I rushed to the scene like a madman, only to find his body. It was a gruesome sight. His internal organs were crushed, his intestines spilled out, and his once vibrant penis was flattened by a car wheel, like a dead eel. His two large testicles, like two small balls of flesh, lay on the ground, being kicked around like balls by some ignorant children.

I was about to stop them when two stray male dogs rushed up from the roadside, snatched one of his testicles in their mouths, and ran off to devour it. Seeing them enjoying my beloved's testicles so much, I was heartbroken…' '

Those dogs deserve to die!'" "One day, I'll make you eat their testicles! To avenge your ex-husband!" Seeing the tears welling in my wife's eyes, I couldn't help but feel sad for her. I asked softly, "What about... those paintings? Now that you mention it, I can't help but want to see those artistic masterpieces he painted for you!" "

Those paintings were his only possessions. His old father took them back to his hometown in Jiangxi. I didn't argue with him; I just let his family keep them as a memento." My wife wiped away her tears and said softly, "I'm considered a daughter-in-law in their family now. Giving them some portraits is a way to comfort them."

"I just wonder if they'll laugh at you, their unmarried daughter-in-law, when they open the paintings at home. They'll think you're a naked woman?" I joked. "Of course! Your buttocks are probably the biggest and most beautiful they've ever seen in all their generations, you know? Mountain people really admire women with big buttocks because such women can bear children! So, maybe they'll hang your big-butt nude portrait in the ancestral hall and worship it for generations!" " To become their revered goddess of fertility."

"You're talking nonsense! Don't you dare laugh at someone's big butt!" My wife, who had been immersed in sorrow, finally laughed through her tears. "If I were really that good at having children, how come I've been married to you for so many years and my belly is still so big?"

That's true, my wife's words reminded me.

(Because of this, I later took her to many hospitals for gynecological examinations. After being examined by those authoritative experts, her vagina, uterus, and ovaries were all normal. In the end, we discovered that the problem was with me. I was born with azoospermia and could never get my wife pregnant. This foreshadowed her later story of borrowing sperm from various men, and also added rich content to our tortuous married life. In the chapter "I Procured Clients for My Wife," readers will find out. Okay, let's not digress for now and get back to the story in front of us.)

I blinked again and said to my wife, "Ah Ling, you did a really good job today, telling me a lot of stories I've heard and seen. Come on, tell me about your third boyfriend, I haven't heard enough yet."

"Are you ever going to stop?" "My wife pouted coquettishly and confessed, 'My third boyfriend was my college aerobics teacher.'

'What? You had a teacher-student relationship?' I exclaimed in surprise, sticking out my tongue. 'Looks like you're the next Qiong Yao.'

'Really?' My wife puffed out her chest deliberately and said, 'Back then, because of my beautiful appearance and outstanding figure, I was selected for the school's women's aerobics team to prepare for the national women's college aerobics competition. The male teacher in charge of our training was an absolute heartthrob, very handsome and talented.

Because he looked a bit like my ex-boyfriend, a painter, and because we were together every day and often had physical intimacy, I quickly fell for him, and we both became lovers. After each practice session, after everyone else had left, we would get intimate in the practice room.

Of course, it started with kissing, then masturbation. Because he was really popular with girls, I even gave him oral sex and took a lot of his semen.'" I thought his semen smelled better than my ex-boyfriend's; men really are all different.

He was quite sexually experienced, having masturbated and given me oral sex. His tongue was very skillful, always leaving me drenched in vaginal fluid. But we didn't have sex because I had learned some sexual knowledge and was afraid of getting pregnant. Once, he even brought a condom and insisted on vaginal intercourse. He said a man only truly possesses a woman when he enters her vagina. I couldn't resist, so I half-heartedly agreed.

Just as I was happily waiting for him to penetrate me, the principal's daughter burst into the room. It turned out he had already gotten the principal's precious daughter pregnant. The principal's daughter slapped him, spat on my vulva, and made me kneel and write a pledge promising never to see him again before letting me go, even though I was terrified. "This is my entire romantic history from college, and then I met you..."

I was listening intently when I suddenly asked, "So, none of your previous boyfriends have ever penetrated your vagina? What about your hymen? How exactly did your hymen break?"

"Here we go again, I'm not talking to you anymore." My wife's face changed, her pink cheeks flushed with anger. "I've already told you I don't know, I don't know, no matter how you ask, I still don't know!"

"Look, you've told me so much nonsense, including you giving someone a blowjob, having someone draw your naked buttocks on you, and messing around with teachers, and I haven't been angry with you. That shows I'm a very magnanimous man, not a petty husband. Please, tell me the truth. I'm just curious, if you don't tell me, I'm going crazy."

My wife blushed and said, "Good husband, I understand how you feel. If I knew, I would have told you already. I've even told you about my shameful act of eating someone's semen, what else wouldn't I tell you?"

I said, "That means the problem might be even more serious than your masturbation and semen-eating." My

wife blushed and stared at me blankly.

Seeing this, I pressed my advantage, saying, "Ah Ling, you might have some psychological issues and be ashamed to tell me. But my mind is made up. This time, even if the sky falls, I will find out the truth. Think about it, no matter how serious your problem is, it can't be more serious than Ai Iijima being a prostitute and making pornographic films, right? She's willing to talk about even that, what else can you hide from your husband?"

"I…" my wife hesitated.

"Gather your courage and tell me! I'll show you something else. After you see it, you'll understand how determined I am this time! I'm determined; I won't give up until I get to the bottom of this! If you still won't tell me after you see it, it looks like I'll have to jump off a building."

"What are you going to show me?" my wife asked, her eyes wide with curiosity.i=30>What I showed her was something no one would ever expect! It was a printout of the discussion draft I had with everyone online! All the comments and speculations from netizens about my wife's hymen over the past few days were presented to her verbatim! My actions were a bit risky, a bit ruthless, even a little malicious. But only by taking a risk and catching her off guard could I truly shock my wife and make her reveal the truth! The mystery could only be solved this way! I had no other choice. (18)

I remember when my friend Yi Nian learned of my plan, he said, "Haha... Tianfu, I know how your wife's hymen broke. Will there be some incestuous affair? I hope it's not a lesbian relationship."

Hehe...

The truth is: after I showed my wife the online speculations and debates about her hymen breaking, she cried. She finally understood the magnitude of my determination—truly unprecedented.

Finally, without even getting dressed, she got out of bed naked and rummaged through the bottom of her drawer to show me her treasured diary.

It was her most precious teenage diary! It recorded every joy and sorrow of her adolescence, even the date of her first period.

It seems she really hadn't lied to me; she genuinely didn't know how her hymen broke. But she admitted she had analyzed and speculated about it. From her recollections in the diary, I roughly understood what had happened.

The mystery was finally solved!

It turns out my wife was born in a small village in the Jiangnan water region, and her father was the village head. Her family was well-off when she was young, and she was beautiful and pretty, so all the other kids liked to play with her.

There was a boy in the village named Goubao. He was about seventeen years old, from a poor family, with a simple, honest appearance and a slow mind. He had only attended school for three years and, it was said, couldn't even write his own name. The villagers laughed at him, saying he was a "bachelor" who would never find a wife.

After dropping out of school, he earned a living by doing hard labor like collecting manure, carrying firewood, and cleaning toilets. He also often helped his grandfather guard the village's pig farm or clean the pigsty, and was responsible for mating the pigs.

His wife and her friends often went to the pig farm to play hide-and-seek and became very familiar with Goubao.

Because Goubao was older and stronger than the other children, he became their "king." He liked to peep at his wife and friends when they urinated, and often took them into the pigsty to watch the boars and sows mate. He even taught them to play house. He made his wife and her friends strip naked, rolling around on the haystack, hugging and embracing each other, their bare bottoms exposed. He even made the little boys try to insert their penises into the vaginas of my wife and several little girls.

Of course, the little boys couldn't get erections, so they couldn't actually insert them. Goubao, getting excited, would sometimes turn around and go into the pigsty.

Once, my wife curiously followed him to peek and discovered that he was actually inserting his penis into a sow's vagina! My wife couldn't help but ask him what he was doing. He was startled, but seeing my wife's confused look, he relaxed and said he was playing house with the sow, which my wife believed. From that time on, he began to pay special attention to my wife's innocence.

Around the summer when my wife was eight years old, Goubao had the other children stand guard outside the pigsty while he led my wife into the pigpen alone and made her take off her pants. Because he was the leader of the group, my wife always obeyed his orders.

That time, he said he would make his wife "Queen" and let her play house with him.

His wife, thinking she'd had enough of playing with her friends, agreed. She took off her pants, her bare bottom exposed, and walked up to him…

Just then, a large boar in the pigpen was in heat, mating with a white sow. Goubao first showed my wife how the boar's huge penis thrust in and out of the sow's cunt, then took out his own penis and asked my wife if his was thicker than the boar's. My wife innocently compared them carefully for a while and said the boar's was thicker, as thick as her forearm.

Goubao chuckled, saying my wife had sharp eyes. He then placed a layer of straw under my wife's bottom, made her lie on it, spread her legs, exposing her tender white vulva. Then he pressed down on her body, parted her tender clitoris, and tried to insert his penis.

Unexpectedly, my wife was in great pain, constantly screaming, tears streaming down her face. Goubao covered her mouth to stop her from crying out, threatening to depose her and make another girl "Queen" if she cried out again.

Although his wife was in excruciating pain, she dared not utter a sound, though tears continued to flow. Goubao said, "Look, a boar's thick penis is inside a sow's vagina, and the sow doesn't cry or fuss. You're still the Queen, how come you're not as good as a sow?"

His wife turned to look at the sow mating, and saw the boar's massive penis, as thick as an arm, thrusting wildly inside her. She didn't flinch, but bravely said, "I understand, Your Majesty, come on, I won't cry anymore."

Goubao spat on her vulva and began forcibly inserting his penis between her legs, then began writhing on her body… The delicate wife felt as if a giant snake was burrowing into her body, her lower body tearing with pain, but she gritted her teeth, stubbornly refusing to cry or fuss.

The two pigs beside her were nearing their climax, grunting and making soft, squelching sounds as their genitals rubbed together.

My wife, both in pain and fear, instinctively clung tightly to Goubao. Goubao thrust even harder, as if trying to break through her belly, repeatedly penetrating her with his penis, which had been used many times in the sow's cunt. My wife's vagina was much tighter and more tender than a sow's, giving him immense pleasure.

Gradually, the pain seemed to disappear, her lower body feeling numb. She quietly closed her eyes, letting Goubao thrust... She had no idea that her most precious virginity, as a woman, had been taken by a nearly idiotic man in this crude pigsty.

After what seemed like an eternity, Goubao's buttocks jerked wildly as he finally got off her.

He glanced at his wife's lower body, then suddenly cried out, as if terrified. He frantically told her to close her eyes, then grabbed a handful of tender pig feed, wiped her genitals, threw the feed into the pigpen for the pigs to eat, and even threw the straw his wife had used as a cushion under her bottom into the stove to burn.

Only then did he let her open her eyes.

At this moment, his wife trembled all over, saying that her lower body was in excruciating pain again, like being cut with a knife. Goubao quickly took out a piece of candy he had prepared and stuffed it into his wife's mouth, finally stopping her crying. He then instructed her not to tell anyone, or he would turn her into a little sow and have her fucked by those big boars every day.

His wife had just witnessed the frenzy of boars fucking sows, and she was terrified, promising not to tell anyone, not even her parents. Goubao was then relieved.

His wife indeed kept quiet about it afterwards.

Later, seeing that the adults didn't react much, Goubao often had his wife play house with him like this.

At first, my wife still felt pain, but Goubao praised her for her bravery, saying she was worthy of being his "queen." Gradually, my wife felt less pain. Goubao became even bolder. For over two years, he would take my wife to play in the village pigsty, wheat fields, cornfields, riverbanks, and reed beds—any place where adults wouldn't easily find them.

My wife vaguely remembers that after each time, her crotch was sticky, like a pool of slurry. Goubao always told her it was "milk" from his penis, a special reward for her little mouth to "eat," which would help her grow. My wife believed him; at that time, she didn't understand what semen was.

Soon, Goubao came up with another trick. He saved up money to buy a jar of honey, smeared it on his penis, making a fleshy "honey stick," which he also wanted to reward my wife's mouth with.

My naive wife, who had always loved sweets, naturally complied, often opening her mouth wide to eat his fleshy "honey stick." After my wife licked the honey off his penis, Goubao applied some more and had her hold it in her mouth, continuing to suck until his semen sprayed into her cute little mouth, which she swallowed with the honey without even realizing it.For several years, my wife grew up being fucked by him and ingesting his semen. No wonder she wasn't averse to consuming men's semen later on, and was even incredibly skilled at oral sex. Childhood has a significant impact on a woman's sexual orientation throughout her life…

Later, when my wife was ten years old, her father was transferred to the city to become the director of the water conservancy bureau, and her family moved there. Only then could Goubao stop bothering her. But during the few holidays my wife returned to the village to visit relatives, Goubao still managed to get his way with her. Of course, he would always thoroughly explore both of her "flesh holes."

This guy seemed stupid in everything except sex, especially when it came to playing with my wife—he was practically a genius. Everyone laughed at him, saying he'd never find a wife, but unexpectedly, he managed to get his hands on the village head's daughter early on, enjoying the ultimate bliss of virginity.

However, my wife gradually realized that what she and he were doing wasn't "good." Although she was still young and didn't understand the seriousness of the situation, she refused to tell anyone, but she rarely went back to the village to fool around with him anymore.

Fortunately, as she grew older, her physical development was relatively normal, just a little earlier than girls her age. She had her first period at twelve, started growing pubic hair before thirteen, and by fourteen, her buttocks were round and full, and her breasts were high and firm, attracting the lustful gazes of men.

But she gradually forgot about the "shameful things" with Goubao.

Because she didn't see herself bleed, she really didn't know if Goubao had broken her hymen. It wasn't until her boyfriend in college asked her about her hymen that she, feeling extremely wronged, remembered that incident with Goubao when she was young. But even now, she still can't be sure that Goubao broke her hymen.

Of course, it should be an undeniable fact. When Goubao had sex with her, he was already a seventeen or eighteen-year-old young man, and he ejaculated every time, indicating that he was a full-fledged "adult." After several years, breaking her hymen would have been a piece of cake. Fortunately, his wife was still young at the time and never got pregnant.

At this point, I finally had a basic understanding of the truth behind my wife's ruptured hymen.

The result was both unexpected and yet perfectly logical. No wonder my wife was always ashamed to talk about it; she lost her virginity when she was eight!

I didn't know whether to be happy or frustrated. But I did have some thoughts: I heard that my wife's father was quite a womanizer during his time as township head, having taken almost every attractive woman in the township. "He who defiles another's wife will be punished by his own wife and daughter."

The old saying is indeed true. My father-in-law probably never imagined that while he was philandering, he would sacrifice his eight-year-old daughter!

This reminded me of the comments from netizens like "Passionate Man," who claimed to have defiled countless virgins each month. They really should be careful in the future! Perhaps, after a period of promiscuity comes constant repayment!

But the fact that Goubao seduced my eight-year-old wife still fills me with indignation. Adultery is a serious crime under the law, and he was the first to ejaculate into my wife's mouth, making it a double blessing. I wanted to sue him and send him to jail or even kill him. But

my wife wouldn't let me. She cried and said that Goubao was just a silly kid back then, he didn't know anything, and his family was very poor, so he was quite pitiful. Besides, she didn't have any evidence that Goubao broke her hymen...

Even if she sued him, her reputation would be ruined, and life would be too difficult. Finally, she sighed with tears in her eyes, "Alas, if I had known my hymen would cause such a big mess, I would have spent a few hundred yuan to go to Shanghai to have it repaired before having sex with you."

God, if my wife really did that, I would be kept in the dark about her past for the rest of my life. I would never have imagined that such an innocent woman could have such a rich sexual history, more scandalous than stories from a brothel!

So I could only promise her that I wouldn't sue Goubao, but I still really wanted to meet the man who was the first to sleep with her.

(19)

On this day, with a peculiar feeling, I insisted on taking my wife back to her hometown, Hualiu Village.

I saw Goubao in Hualiu Village.

He's now a pig butcher. When I saw him, he was standing shirtless with his hands on his hips, wearing a pair of worn-out military trousers with the buttons undone. He looked incredibly rustic, just as my wife had said, naturally clumsy and simple-minded, practically an idiot!

I never imagined that such a country bumpkin would be the first to enjoy my wife's incredibly beautiful body and possess her for several years!

As I looked him over, my heart skipped a beat. I felt as if I had seen him somewhere before, and I felt there was something strangely familiar about him.

His family was indeed extremely poor, just as my wife had said, with only three dilapidated thatched houses. His wife was a country woman with small pockmarks, quite pretty, but supposedly not very bright. If she sold three eggs together, she guaranteed she wouldn't be able to calculate how much they should fetch. They also had two children, both naked, watching their father slaughter pigs, drooling, their intelligence clearly low.

I suddenly lost even the courage to be jealous of Goubao, and the deep-seated sympathy in my heart prevailed.

Goubao also saw my wife, his eyes showing no particular meaning, only a simple sincerity and excitement. He said, "Is that A-Ling back? Haven't seen you in so long, you've grown into a beautiful young woman. Are you married yet?"

"This is my husband," my wife said, blushing and pointing at me.

"Oh, so your husband has been following you around all this time? Hehe, I didn't notice. I'm slaughtering a pig today. How about you two have a drink at my house tonight? I'll give you each a bowl of meat, I guarantee you'll eat your fill..."

A large, fat pig was stuck on the butcher's block, kicking wildly, waiting to be slaughtered.

He was clearly the head of the household, and seemed to have forgotten about the affair between him and my wife. In his gaze, there was no mockery or sarcasm, not even a glimpse of my wife's sexy and alluring figure, only the simple warmth of a countryman.

His numbness made me not even want to hate him, let alone report him. On the contrary, I felt a strange sense of closeness to him. It turned out that this feeling wasn't unfounded, though I hadn't fully realized that this seemingly uncouth, simple-minded country bumpkin was actually related to me by blood! He will reappear in the later chapter, "I Soligate Clients for My Wife," where I will reveal all the secrets! At this

moment, I only understood that if he was arrested, his dilapidated family would be even more ruined.

But I didn't want his family to fall into ruin, nor did I want such a simple-minded man to suffer in prison.

I couldn't explain why. Perhaps it was because my beloved wife's blood, after all, carried his essence.

"Thank you, but my husband and I have urgent business to attend to in the city today. We're just stopping by our hometown for a visit, we'll be gone in a bit," my wife said, her eyes lowered. Facing the man who had raised her with his semen, she felt somewhat awkward.

"Oh, you haven't been back to the village for years, why are you in such a hurry? Are you worried there won't be a kang (heated brick bed) for you to sleep on?"

Goubao glanced at my wife's large breasts, then stuck the knife into the cutting board and said, "You can stay if you want, I'll be right back!"

I guessed he was going to pee in the back, and involuntarily followed him.

We both peed in front of his large outhouse. I couldn't resist looking at his penis, the first one to penetrate my wife's private area. It wasn't anything special, about the same length as mine, even the shape was similar, but slightly thicker and darker. Perhaps because he rarely bathed, the veins on the shaft looked like wriggling earthworms. However, due to phimosis, his glans was retracted inside the foreskin.

I suddenly understood why my wife was surprised when she first saw the glans of her college boyfriend from her hometown. Because Goubao's glans wasn't exposed! It was the same as my grandfather's; I remembered that his glans was always "concealed and not exposed." These details prove that my wife never lied to me from the beginning!However, this inconspicuous penis tore apart my wife's precious hymen and even deflowered her cute little mouth! I derived endless pleasure from both her upper and lower orifices.

"What a lucky fool!" Overwhelmed with mixed feelings, I found myself instinctively handing him a Sword brand cigarette and lighting it for him. Goubao didn't stand on ceremony, taking a deep drag, grinning at me, and saying, "Pretty strong! Son-in-law, it must be a foreign brand, right?"

"Yes, American." I tossed him the whole pack. He was overjoyed, thanking me profusely. Before he'd even finished urinating, he was examining the pack closely.

Looking at his dazed expression, I couldn't tell if I felt satisfaction or pity.

"Your penis is so long, Ah Ling is so lucky to have married you," he said, shaking off the urine from his penis with a sheepish grin. Clearly, he was starting to flatter me.

I was both amused and exasperated, but I still tried to probe him, saying, "I heard from Ah Ling that you treated her very well when she was little, and you two often played together."

"Hehe, did Ah Ling really say that? She's a good woman, she knows how to have fun!" He suddenly got an erection, grinned foolishly, and fell silent.

After urinating, I followed him back to the butcher's stall.

My wife was taking candy out of her purse and giving it to his children, who happily circled around her. My wife smiled and then took out two pairs of flesh-colored pantyhose and a pair of stretch pants, giving them to his wife.

His wife was flattered, her freckles blooming with a smile. Then she kept praising my wife's beauty, saying her skin was whiter than the shaved pig on the stall. She also said her buttocks were big and incredibly beautiful, like a mare in a movie, and that she must be very pleasing to men to ride. They even said big-butt women are good at having babies, but since my wife is willing to live in the village, she'll definitely be able to give every man in the village a beautiful baby…

My wife and I were both amused and exasperated. It seems dragons pair with dragons, shrimps with shrimp, turtles with tortoises—she and Goubao are truly a pair of lovable oddballs! However, I still admire my wife's gentleness and thoughtfulness; I never expected her to bring gifts for Goubao's wife and child.

Of course, I know that these pantyhose were a gift from her superior, Director Ma.

At this moment, my wife's shoelace came undone, and as she bent down to tie it, I saw Goubao staring blankly at her incredibly voluptuous buttocks.

I read the primal desire in his eyes and noticed his crotch bulging unabashedly right in front of me… Perhaps at this moment, he remembered his past with my wife, thinking of this unattainable city beauty before him, who was once his "concubine," whom he had conquered in her alluring vagina and ejaculated into in her cute little mouth.

Now, however, she was more mature and alluring than before, her waist more graceful, her hips fuller and more voluptuous. He could no longer lord it over her, let alone make her consume his essence.

"Sigh," he sighed heavily, slapping the fat pig's belly.

I deeply understood the pain a man feels when he can't have the woman he loves, and I couldn't help but sigh for his unfulfilled dream.

Of course, neither my wife nor I could have imagined that this seemingly dull-witted man would later have a stroke of luck, a stroke of divine intervention, and miraculously rekindle a tragic romance with my beautiful wife, allowing him to once again enjoy her exquisite body and experience the ultimate bliss of love.

Fate is truly capricious!

"Alright, we should go," my wife said, taking my arm when she saw me looking somewhat dazed.

I looked up; the sun was already setting.

As we left Goubao's house, not far away, I heard him bragging to his pockmarked woman behind our backs: "You know what? I used to be a king, and A-Ling was my subordinate. She really made me proud; she's the only one from our village who got into university and then went to the city. She's even more capable than us old men!"

His woman said, "If she were her, why didn't you marry her? If you were a king, why didn't you make her your queen?"

"She was my queen all along! I slept with her! Hehe, the first time, she bled more than this pig!"

Goubao chuckled, and then we heard a pig's howl.

My wife and I were startled, then looked at each other and laughed. The mystery was finally solved! He had indeed slept with my wife!

Her hymen was undoubtedly his, because he had seen her "bleed"!

But I quickly forgave this foolish man who had possessed my wife yet still felt a sense of familiarity with her.

My wife confessed everything, confirming that it was indeed Goubao who broke her hymen first. She felt incredibly relieved, and since Goubao and I were on good terms, she was even more at ease. She couldn't help but pout and hum a tune.

"Goubao said he slept with you, so you're Mrs. Goubao!" As we walked out of the village, I started teasing her. "Haha, you were Mrs. Goubao!"

"You're bad! You're bad!" My wife happily pounded my chest with her little fists. "If you say I'm Mrs. Goubao again, I'll let any stray dog have sex with me!"

"Then you'll have a litter of puppies! Hehe!" We chatted and laughed all the way to the bus stop and headed back to the city.

When we were almost home, we found my wife's boss, Director Ma, waiting for her downstairs in his car.

It turned out he had just received a meeting notice and wanted my wife to go on a business trip with him. My

wife quickly went upstairs, hastily packed a few clothes, and went with him to Hainan for an experience exchange meeting.

It was supposed to be a meeting, but it was really just a paid banquet and sightseeing trip. Sure enough, my wife called me on the plane to tell me that Director Ma had told her that one of her female colleagues almost got into a fight with him over the spot.

I said, "Director Ma is so good to you! You should be good to him too, and take care of him in everything."

"I know, no need for you to tell me! But Director Ma isn't exactly an old man, you know?" My wife laughed coquettishly, and I could hear Director Ma laughing too on the other end of the line.

And so, my wife left with Director Ma, and I was home alone, feeling completely relaxed. I went online and calmly told everyone the whole story of my wife's hymen, as a way of thanking all the friends who cared about my wife and me.

Of course, as you might have guessed, there are many more stories between my wife and Director Ma, which, in a way, is unfortunately true what many netizens predicted! I will gradually reveal the scandalous "sex scandals" between him and my wife in the following text. There's also the story of my mother failing to catch him cheating, but ending up getting herself involved—I guarantee you'll drool over it! 05-10
(Twenty)

Now, having mustered my courage, I went online to reveal the mystery of my wife's ruptured hymen. Netizen xygun immediately sent me a congratulatory message, saying, "Tianfu, thank you. Your whole family joined in for everyone to have something to talk about. You exposed yourself, we peeked, everyone got what they wanted. Brothers, please savor the memory of Tianfu's wife. Ah Ling, a woman we will never forget."

Brother Ri Ni Xianren said, "It's rare to see Brother Tianfu so straightforward, I admire you. I like women with big butts, but your wife's pubic hair is a bit yellow and sparse, yet it's still rare to find such a genuine and lovely wife in this world."

Netizen Zhao Xiaole confided in me, "Tianfu, if your wife hadn't had that incident when she was very young, she might still be a virgin! Because my first love and I did everything, but I didn't penetrate her, meaning I didn't break that hymen! This is the only thing I've done right by her in my life, I kept her a virgin! "i=43>I don't regret it now. We were together for three years. Two months after we met, I took her out for a night alone, and we did all sorts of sexual games! I even thought about raping her, but every time she cried out in pain, I couldn't bring myself to do it because I loved her. Even now, a year after we broke up, I still love her! I don't want to find another girlfriend, I don't want to get married, just because I love her! So if your wife didn't have those things happen when she was young, she could very well be a virgin! Just like my ex-girlfriend! Her first love loved her and couldn't bear to hurt her!

Brother Xiao Le's kindness and comforting words improved my mood considerably.

Brother Passionate Man also arrived. Perhaps having seen my earlier reflections and my theory of karma and retribution, he excitedly launched into his long-winded speech, saying, "Tianfu, why aren't you a womanizer? Why didn't you sleep with many women? How come your wife was raped when she was only eight? Why should you be the one to bear the consequences of your father-in-law's womanizing?

Besides, I don't have a daughter, only a son. My wife is a very respectable woman, a government official. Ordinary sexual stimulation no longer excites me. I even wanted to persuade her to participate in wife-swapping! I don't have any of the retribution you mentioned earlier. But you, your wife was raped by an idiot when she was only eight

. Where is your karma and retribution?" Passionate Man's words left me speechless. Remembering his earlier suggestion of wife-swapping, which I refused, I didn't dare say much to him. I always felt I owed him a favor. After all, he had worked tirelessly and offered many suggestions in the investigation of my wife's hymen. Moreover, I knew he genuinely loved my wife.

Just as I was feeling embarrassed, my friend Zhao Xiaole spoke up for me against the "Passionate Man," saying, "Passionate Man, do you understand men? Do you understand women? After my girlfriend and I broke up, I lost interest in everything. Family and other women held no allure for me! As for a man like you who only wants to sleep with other men's wives, I have nothing to say!"

He then turned to me and said, "Tianfu! Don't listen to Passionate Man. I think: no matter how much sex your wife had with her ex-boyfriend, it's no different from what I did. Every time I was with my ex-girlfriend, I gave her oral sex and could bring her to orgasm, sometimes three or four times! We did it in the classroom at school, in the hallway, in the movie theater, at her house, at my house, at a classmate's house, in the car..." In the car, we did everything! But I kept her a virgin.

We often spent weekends together, and we'd go to hotels, sleeping naked, of course, but I kept her a virgin! I don't regret it, and I don't think I'm an idiot! So think about your wife, she might do the same with her boyfriend! So what? If my girlfriend got married, divorced, and came back to me, I'd still accept her, because I love her! "

I agree with Xiao Le's point of view. Although my wife wasn't a virgin when she married me, she lost her virginity in childhood, and although her behavior with her boyfriend after growing up was quite outrageous, she never had real sex with him, that is, she never had vaginal intercourse. So you could say that she still retains some virginity."

Seeing that I was still stuck on the virginity complex, my friend Dray was deeply moved. He wrote me a long letter, in which he said: "These days, discussions about virginity are everywhere online and in newspapers and magazines. The general consensus seems to be the same: virginity isn't important; true love is.

My first point is that even if your girlfriend isn't a virgin, it doesn't matter if you love each other very much. For love, mutual tolerance, acceptance, and sacrifice are the foundation of maintaining it. Without these, you'll feel insecure, and blaming your man for not being virgin is truly unfair. You say that a man wanting complete possession of you is feudal and selfish, but can you tolerate your husband having other women? Most women can't. Can you guarantee that you'll be faithful to your husband after marriage?

Of course, you'll try your best to. But whether a woman is virgin or not, in upholding this..." The likelihood of commitment is vastly different. Imagine your girlfriend would sleep with you on the very first day you met—would you still love her? There aren't many people on this earth who believe in love, but quite a few who don't. How many of those who don't are virgins?

The truest love often fades with the first time, so of course they won't believe in love anymore. How many marriages without love are truly happy? While many ancient couples were arranged, many were devoted to each other. I can't say whether this has anything to do with virginity.

But I know that in this city where virginity isn't valued, divorces are more common, and truly loving couples are fewer. A journalist friend of mine is known for his loving relationship with his wife, but I know he wasn't a virgin. Another colleague of mine and his wife often argued, and I later learned that the wife had slept with other men. In a relationship, tolerance is very important, but... How much tolerance can you have for a "second-hand" woman?

My second opinion: She's not a virgin, but if you love her sincerely, you'll eventually win her over, and she'll give you a love more unforgettable than your first love. Actually, this is just a dark lie. A friend of mine met a very nice guy who treated her extremely well, not caring that she wasn't a virgin. Of course, she's very beautiful.

He loved her deeply, but when her boyfriend was away, she would go dancing with other men—I was involved in that too. Her husband treats her so well, yet she remembers other men, even the man she hates most, who was also her first man. As for her boyfriend, she either scolds him or ignores him…

Friend, if you were her husband, would you feel good about that? Also, a colleague of mine trained with me for two years, and we had a good relationship. Later, he went abroad for training. I met his wife quite by chance and thought my colleague was very lucky because his wife was very virtuous…

But as we got to know each other, I discovered that this was just an illusion. Her husband treated her very well, but she contributed very little. My journalist friend's husband was abroad, and she chatted with him online and sent him emails every day. My colleague's wife had a computer at work, but she never learned how to email her husband, and she rarely wrote letters.

For someone who has had abortions with several men, such expectations might be too harsh. How much hardship can such a marital relationship withstand? Of course, truly good couples are rare, so we shouldn't be too concerned. But if you have a persistent pursuit of love and are looking for a deeply unforgettable love, really, find a virgin. Perhaps that will bring you closer to true love…”

Dray's letter left me with many thoughts.

But Brother Black Sheep offered a completely different perspective, saying, "A relationship between two people is like drinking water; only they know whether it's hot or cold. Their joys and sorrows are known only to them. Dray's example is rather unique, and I believe it represents a minority. There are naturally many people in the world who truly love each other. I like virgins; any man would like virgins because it represents purity.

I also believe in love; love is a rather wondrous emotion between men and women. But love has nothing to do with virginity. As long as you truly like her, and she truly loves you, that's enough." Nothing else matters. Cherish and protect her with your truest heart, treat her with the same respect and care you would show a princess.

Then, she will be devoted to you wholeheartedly. Even if she isn't beautiful, she is gentle and kind; even if she isn't highly educated, she will help you manage the household finances; she will be tender and affectionate, surrounded by love and tenderness. You will see her bright, star-like eyes and crystal-clear heart. Most importantly, she loves you, loves you with all her heart, regardless of your poverty or beauty. All of this... It has nothing to do with virginity. "

And Mona's heart was further troubled by my family affairs. She said, 'Husband, your wife's hymen was broken by another man when she was eight years old, and you said that she masturbated multiple times for her ex-boyfriend in college, letting his semen spray onto her palms. She even bathed with her ex-boyfriend in the bathtub.

My question is: do you really love her? If she confesses everything to you, will you really not care about anything? Or are you just trying to get her to tell the truth? Please tell me the truth, because I have had a similar experience to your wife, and I also...' I'm hesitant, unsure whether I should tell my husband the truth about my past. I feel guilty keeping it from him, but I'm not sure if he can truly forgive me. So I really want to know the true psychology of men like you. Could you please help me? "

Mengna, hello, I think you really need to think this through carefully! I don't know your husband's character, so you must consider it thoroughly. I think if it were me, I would definitely forgive my wife, regardless of what happened before we got married. I married her because I love her!"

I married her not for any other reason than to take care of her and cherish her! Because she loves and cares for me in return, that's why we got together. I've said before that my ex-girlfriend and I broke up a year ago, but I still love her!

She's studying abroad now, and we can't be together anymore. Marriage and family don't tempt me at all now, can you understand? What I'm saying is to make you understand that every person and every family is different, and of course, men are all different too!

A classmate of mine often works in other cities, and he says that every time he comes home, he treats his wife even better because he feels guilty towards her! If he went to a prostitute, he would treat his wife even better! I think if your husband doesn't interrogate you like he does, it's best not to tell him. Maybe he doesn't care about these things, think it over carefully!

I also sincerely told her, "Mona: Men are complex. I think if your husband's personality is similar to mine, you might as well take the initiative to tell him the truth. He will be surprised, even jealous, but he will also be moved, forgive you, and cherish you. If you don't tell him, and one day he finds out about your past, he will be devastated and despair of you. But if your husband isn't broad-minded..." If they don't tolerate you having sexual relations with other men, then you'd better be careful and keep it a secret if you can. Best wishes! "

This chapter is finally coming to an end. In conclusion, I'd like to share some words from brother ping-pang: 'Bodhi is not a tree, nor is the bright mirror a stand. Originally there is nothing, so where can dust settle?'"

Part Two: My Beloved Wife's Mid-Autumn Festival Rape [ Synopsis

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**************** ... ********** ... By the river. Dressed in all white, riding a trendy bicycle, her figure was even more alluring, especially her full, rounded buttocks, which were perfectly outlined by the tight white pants. With each pedal stroke, she swayed, attracting countless lecherous glances from men along the way. Our small town wasn't far from the Yangtze River. My wife and I rode to the riverbank in no time. We found a grassy area below the embankment and sat down. The water and sky reflected the moon, a vast expanse of emptiness. In the distance, ships slowly sailed on the river. Beside us, withered reeds swayed gently in the wind—truly beautiful and pleasant. My wife and I chatted and drank, thoroughly enjoying ourselves. After we solved the mystery of her hymen, our feelings for each other grew stronger. Far from causing anger or a breakup, we became more open and trusting, cherishing each other more, and even our sex life became bolder and more uninhibited. Before we knew it, dusk was falling, and the area was deserted; the riverbank was almost empty. It was Mid-Autumn Festival night, and everyone had rushed home for family reunions. Chinese people value family reunions highly; even my mother had gone back to her hometown to have a reunion dinner with my grandfather, while my father was tutoring a female student and had been invited to her home by her parents. Besides my wife and me, no one else would come to this secluded riverside in the darkness, so... I boldly unbuttoned my wife's clothes, letting her drink with me naked. Ever since I learned that my wife had posed nude for her painter boyfriend, I found myself increasingly captivated by her naked beauty. My wife playfully scolded me a few times, but still took off all her clothes. Her snow-white, voluptuous body was even more alluring in the bright moonlight; her breasts were full, her buttocks round, and even her genitals resembled a hazy ink painting. I calmed myself slightly, my gaze falling on her clothes, and my heart, which had just calmed down, began to pound wildly again. I picked up her white panties. As a child, I had fantasized about seeing my beloved woman... Human underwear would be perfect, clinging tightly to her most adorable and mysterious part. Back then, my most admired woman was undoubtedly my mother, but she always hung her underwear high, preventing me from touching it. However, her underwear was frequently stolen by the men in the village; I've probably lost at least twenty pairs. So, even after marriage, I always had a special fondness for my wife's underwear. Her shorts were a little damp and yellowish. I held them to my nose and inhaled deeply. The unique scent of a woman's vagina and a slight pungent odor aroused me. I also took off my clothes, drank a few cans of beer with her, and couldn't resist making love to her while we were drunk. I made my wife lie face down on the floor . Her full buttocks were slightly upturned, and I could vaguely see a slit between her legs, her vulva completely exposed to me. Her labia were very thin, almost invisible when her legs were pressed together, leaving only a thin slit of her vulva, opening and closing slightly with her movements, revealing a hint of tender pink in the moonlight. Below her vulva was a small protrusion, with some glistening droplets of fluid hanging on it—her vaginal fluid, of course. I hadn't expected my wife to be so excited today, and my penis involuntarily hardened, pointing straight for her. I hugged her waist from behind, the head of my penis pressing against her snow-white buttocks. She turned to the side. She smiled at me and grabbed my penis with one hand. I felt my body tremble, a subtle pleasure rising from below. She pulled my penis forward, rubbing her body against the head of my penis. I closed my eyes, caressing her soft waist and buttocks, feeling my whole body enveloped in warmth and softness, melting away. I wrapped my arms around her waist, holding her tightly in my arms. She responded obediently, warmly welcoming me into her flower gate. I entered her from behind, occasionally kneading her breasts while my other hands constantly caressed her vulva. My wife's vulva was always plump and luscious, and with me currently fucking her... Her labia grew increasingly large, their fleshy lips enveloping my fingers and glans, as if trying to suck them deep into her vagina. After a while, I had my wife turn around, placing her legs on my shoulders, and squatted down to continue. This allowed her to clearly see our movements. My penis was glistening with her love juices. Each thrust pulled out her tender flesh, then forcefully pushed it back in. Her full breasts bounced with each thrust, her body rippling with waves of flesh… I thrust faster and faster, all my sensations focused on one point, as if a voice inside me was saying, “Faster, faster…”

My wife began to contract her vaginal muscles forcefully, sucking on my penis. I finally reached the peak of pleasure, inserting my penis deep into her depths, stopping there, feeling gushes of heat gushing out…

The whole world ceased to exist; it seemed that only the hot yet soft attraction emanating from that one place was real.

I continued to thrust vigorously, my body feeling increasingly tense, yet simultaneously experiencing an indescribable relaxation.

The blue sky was our blanket, the earth our bed, only the Mid-Autumn Festival moon watching over us.

We were so engrossed that we began wave after wave of orgasms. We hadn't made love outside for almost a year since our marriage, so today felt especially novel and exciting.

My wife also moaned loudly. She never dared to make a sound when we made love at home in the city, afraid of being heard by the neighbors, because we lived in a simple house with thin walls. Sometimes we could clearly hear the neighbor woman and her husband's panting when they made love.

My wife has always been a woman who cares a lot about her image; every time we made love at home, she strictly controlled the extent of my movements, to prevent the sound of our bellies hitting each other from being too loud and being heard by the neighbors.

But today we were both free.

However, just as we were passionately making love, three men passing by on the riverbank, perhaps hearing my wife's drunken moans or the "slapping" sounds of our bellies colliding, quietly crept down the bank and approached us.

My wife and I were still unaware. Our bodies were still intertwined, passionately kissing and thrusting…

After the three men arrived, they probably watched our live sex show for a while, then, unable to contain themselves, and seeing no one around, boldly lifted me up, still writhing on top of my wife.

My wife and I were naked in front of three strangers, terrified and unsure what to do. My wife

was even more ashamed, burying her head in shame, unsure whether to cover her breasts or genitals with her hands.

I screamed in a trembling voice for them to get away. They heard the fear in my voice. Instead, they laughed and bent down, beginning to grope my wife's breasts. My wife screamed and cursed them for being lewd, kicking them. The fat man and the thin man held down my wife's feet and groped her wet genitals.

They had clearly touched my wife's wet vulva. They withdrew their hands, sniffed it, and laughed, "Wow, so wet. It smells really good."

I wanted to fight them to protect my wife's private area from being violated.

But the tall man among them slapped me so hard I deflated, half my face swelling up. He was alone; my wife and I were no match for him. Besides, there were the fat man and the skinny man beside him.

"Behave yourselves, or we'll break your necks and throw you into the river to feed the fish." They spoke gruffly, but were strong; they were probably porters working hard at the nearby riverbank docks. "But don't worry, as long as we let you have your way with your beautiful wife, we promise we won't kill you."

At that moment, I truly hated the Mid-Autumn Festival moon, which allowed them to see at a glance that my wife was a beautiful and charming young woman. Otherwise, they might have let us go.

We softened again and began to beg them, my wife's tears flowing incessantly as she repeatedly called them "Big Brother." This made her look like a pear blossom in the rain, even more pitiful.

But they were all rough men, completely ignorant of tenderness and affection, ignoring my wife's pleas. They only praised my wife's big, white buttocks, and the skinny man even lewdly said, "Hehe, this woman's pubic hair is thick, but very soft. City women are different from country women."

My wife and I couldn't bear to listen anymore, wishing we could cover our ears.

(II)

At this moment, the fat man began to explore my wife's body more deeply. He looked down at her large breasts and found that although her breasts were large, her nipples were very small, like a red cherry on a cream cake. He immediately put his head on her huge breasts and put her nipples in his mouth, sucking greedily. Under

his tongue's teasing, my wife's nipples grew bigger and harder, but her whole body seemed to soften. She closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and curled up under him with her legs together. She cried out softly, "No... Fatty, don't do this..."

"Hehe, little beauty, just go for it. Even your husband isn't saying anything, what are you still yelling for?" the fat man said, releasing her nipple, sitting down, and holding her in his arms, his hand continuing to grope down her smooth belly. He paused as he passed through the lush, soft grass, then continued exploring her treasure.

His fingers touched the slippery fluid that flowed from her, and he occasionally let out a pleasurable hum from his nose.

The tall man then made me kneel beside him, forcing me to watch them rape my wife in front of us. Seeing that we were timid, the men deliberately changed their tactics, demanding my wife's cooperation.

If my wife resisted even slightly, I would be beaten. To spare me from the beatings, my wife had no choice but to submit to their will. They made her moan, and she could only moan with tears in her eyes. They made her spread her legs, and she had no choice but to spread them wide. They made her lie face down, sticking her buttocks up. She reluctantly supported herself with her hands on the ground, raising her plump buttocks high, exposing her narrow anus and vulva…

I shook my head in anguish. A wave of frustration, helplessness, embarrassment, and anger washed over me. My wife, a college graduate, was being played with by a few lowlifes—it was a humiliating disgrace!

But I was powerless to help!

Then, the skinny man made my wife grab his penis with her hands. She had no choice but to reach out her slender hand, grasp it, and begin to stroke it as he instructed. His penis was frighteningly thick, as thick as a child's arm; my wife's small hand could barely grasp it. The glans was round and large, glistening in the moonlight like a Japanese soldier's helmet!

The skinny man pressed down on my wife's soft, firm body, pressing her moist, fragrant lips against his. His tongue, like a small snake, would occasionally glide between her teeth, chasing and entwining with hers.

I couldn't bear to watch, yet I desperately wanted to witness their shameful act.

The fat man's hands then slipped under my wife, slowly kneading her firm, full buttocks, occasionally squeezing inwards, while his massive penis, nearly twice my size, gradually penetrated her. My

wife had never been naked with two men before. Her body was naturally sensitive, and her vagina was already awash with moisture, appearing even softer with the lubrication. The fat man's large penis slid in effortlessly from below, inch by inch, then three inches, before suddenly thrusting upwards until it was fully inside.

My heart pounded in my chest. That place was supposed to be my private paradise; just ten minutes ago, it was where my penis had been thrusting and reveling. But now, my wife's vagina had a new owner.

I truly wished it were my own Southbound Kingdom that was inside, but it was still limp and drooping, not daring to lift its head.

At this moment, my wife groaned "Oh," her breathing became rapid, but she didn't let out a painful scream. Instead, her soft lower body involuntarily writhed with his upward thrusts.

The fat man's movements quickened, his obese body twisting and turning flexibly beneath my wife, emitting "howls" of pleasure. Clearly, my wife's vagina was giving him immense pleasure.

My wife's starry eyes were slightly closed, her labia being turned inside out by his thrusts. She lowered her head, not daring to look at me.

The skinny man chuckled, also shifting his body to the side, one leg slightly bent, pressing between my wife's legs, applying pressure with each thrust, while his hands cupped her large breasts.i=42> Two men, one fat and one thin, sandwiched my wife between them like a meat pie, which aroused an instinctive heat between her legs. This heat gradually spread throughout her body, overwhelming her reason and igniting us men as well.

The skinny man's hand naturally reached for her vulva; soft, moist, slippery, and hot—a multitude of sensations surged from his fingertips. His fingers slowly penetrated deeper, along with the fat man's penis, while his palm gently rubbed the clitoris above my wife's vagina.

My wife sat naked on the fat man, panting, slowly reclining on his back, her beautiful, half-closed eyes filled with allure and shame.

The skinny man glanced at the fat man's large penis thrusting inside my wife, then squeezed his fingers into the crevice of her vagina. My wife's vulva felt even fuller, her body more aroused. She turned her head away in shame, preventing me from seeing her face, but her body writhed desperately to meet their rhythm. The fluid inside her increased rapidly, dripping from the skinny man's fingers onto the fat man.

The skinny man withdrew his wet fingers, sucked on them, and then straddled my wife, placing his penis at the entrance of her vagina.

I was shocked. The fat man's huge penis was already enough for my wife; how could he squeeze in any more? Wasn't that deliberately tearing my wife's small vagina apart?

"No, you can't do this, one at a time..." I was about to dissuade him when the big man slapped me across the face again, and my other cheek swelled up.

I had no choice but to shut up and watch helplessly as the two of them entered my wife's vagina at the same time.

Because the fat man's penis was already thicker than mine, and the skinny man's penis was even thicker and longer than the fat man's, either of them would be enough for an ordinary woman's vagina, but now they were inserting two enormous penises into my wife's vagina at the same time, between her tender buds.

They went in and out in unison. Two snakes entering the cave, perfectly integrated.

At this moment, my wife moaned even louder, but her body stopped moving. It seemed that the simultaneous entry of the two men into her body made her feel a little tense. She moved her body slightly back and forth, trying to find the right position to accommodate them.

The skinny man waited for her to adjust her position before gradually increasing the intensity.

My wife's vagina was stretched like a trumpet flower, her legs wrapped around his waist, her buttocks moving up and down in rhythm with their thrusts.

Watching their movements, my heart nearly stopped. It seemed the two large penises weren't causing my wife unbearable pain. Was her vagina truly a masterpiece of God? Could it be able to stretch and contract? Specifically designed for a man's glans? No wonder she was able to have sex with Goubao when she was eight.

My wife seemed to be immersed in a different, strange atmosphere. Perhaps the stimulation from two men having sex with her simultaneously was too intense; her moans turned into animalistic whimpers, like the grunts of a sow being fucked.

She cried out louder and louder, the entire riverbank echoing with her lewd songs and the "splatter" of the two men's forceful thrusts.

Suddenly, my wife stopped all movement, held her breath, her body stiffening and arching, like a volcano erupting. I could feel her vagina convulsing, and at the same time, a surge of heat welled up from deep within her uterus. Her body gradually relaxed, and her breathing slowly calmed down.

The skinny man pulled out his penis and held out the substance covered in white and clear liquid to her, intending to show it to her. Unexpectedly, his wife started licking it, eventually putting the glans in her mouth and carefully licking it with her tongue.

Every tactile sensation on the skinny man's body opened up, and a pleasure he had never experienced before filled his body.

I also felt as if my little brother had been aroused, and a buzzing sound echoed deep in my mind.

The big man was also getting excited! And even more powerful than before, he leaned over and pressed his hard penis against my wife's crotch. She opened her eyes, took his hand, and guided him to climb onto her body and enter her.

I only heard a muffled groan from beside me; the big man and my wife were now experiencing orgasm together.

But none of this mattered to me.

My wife completely lost herself. They even made her put their penises in her mouth, and she had no choice but to pout and swallow their ugly things...

until late into the night, when the moon was high in the sky. Each of them had ejaculated more than three times, and they were utterly exhausted.

Especially the fat man, who weighed over 200 pounds, each thrust made my wife cry out in pain. I was really worried that he would crush my wife's internal organs, but every time I asked him to be gentler, I would be beaten by his skinny accomplice. My face was swollen from the beating, and I didn't dare to speak anymore.

What's hateful is that the skinny man also ejaculated on my wife's face, making her eyes, ears, and mouth sticky.

He also deliberately made my wife straddle him, making her ride like a noblewoman, so that his accomplices could see my wife's buttocks swaying wildly.

Finally, they devoured the leftover canned meat and beer we had eaten.

This year's Mid-Autumn Festival night, my wife and I spent it in tears and humiliation.

The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. Unable to seek revenge, and unable to relieve my distress. Truly, a scholar is utterly useless. Reporting the crime to the police would be pointless: firstly, it might not be solved. Even if it was, my wife and I would be utterly disgraced.

Perhaps, only by publishing our misfortune online could I gain some comfort from netizens and feel a little better.

(III)

Later, I did indeed publish the story of my wife being gang-raped on Mid-Autumn Festival night online.

Sure enough, after hearing about my wife's misfortune, many netizens expressed deep sympathy for us. A female netizen named Mona said, "Tianfu: I sympathize with you, and even more so with your wife. She lost her virginity at eight years old, and now she's been gang-raped by three men. It's so unfortunate. Although I've also lost my virginity and suffered a lot of sexual harassment, I've never been gang-raped. I believe that would be a nightmare for every woman. Say hello to her, and I'll come to see you often. Okay?"

A netizen claiming to be a plumber said, "I repent for the sins I committed! Because I am that fat guy."

And a netizen named Bad Boy also apologized to me: "I want to say sorry to you, I'm ashamed, because I am that skinny guy."

Of course, I know they were just joking, because the fat guy and skinny guy who actually gang-raped my wife would never dare to show their faces here.

Another man, nicknamed "Rooster," sincerely told me, "Tianfu, I heard your wife was gang-raped by the river. I wanted to ask you, what's the name of that river? I'm from the river transport management office. This is such a serious incident; it's truly our fault for not doing a good job of security!"

Rooster's enthusiasm really moved my wife and me. There are still many good people in the world. As an ordinary river manager, he felt deeply remorseful for my wife being gang-raped by the river. Actually, it wasn't their fault that my wife was raped. How could they possibly manage so much?

Because on Mid-Autumn Festival, he and his team needed to go home to reunite with their families. Besides, they were probably from out of town, and couldn't possibly have overseen the riverbank where my wife lost her virginity.

To make amends, Brother Rooster offered another plan to avenge my wife. "Tianfu, tell me what those three men looked like. You need to be clear. We'll definitely find them, and those who deserve punishment will be sentenced, those who deserve execution will be executed! And this is very important, did you film the scene? Or is the semen they ejaculated on your wife still there? Because you need evidence to accuse someone. Otherwise, how can you say it was rape, right?"

I suddenly felt deflated: although I witnessed my wife being gang-raped by those three men, neither my wife nor I had any experience with such unexpected events, and we hadn't thought to preserve any evidence.

Half of their semen had been ejaculated into my wife's mouth, which she swallowed and had long since been digested and absorbed by her stomach. The semen remaining on her lips and vaginal opening was wiped clean with her underwear, but before leaving, the skinny man took her underwear, saying he wanted to keep it as a souvenir.

When my wife got home, she immediately took a hot shower and made sure to rinse her vagina thoroughly. She didn't want their filth to remain in her uterus for even a moment.

Her skirt probably had a lot of semen on it too, but because she hated those three men so much, she washed it three times in the washing machine the next morning. Now there wasn't a single sperm on it.

Therefore, I told Brother Rooster frankly: even if there was evidence, my wife and I didn't want to report it to the police, much less sue them.

Initially, we were furious and vowed to put those three thugs in jail. But after calming down, we realized they were just manual laborers; there was no point in arguing with them. Besides, we didn't know them. Even if they went to jail, what would we gain? My wife had already been gang-raped.

And if we reported it, the police would have to conduct a detailed interrogation and take statements, making my wife recount the details of her gang rape that night, which she couldn't bear.

She's always been very concerned about her image. Neighbors and colleagues would gossip and speculate behind her back. They've long been jealous of her beauty.

It seems those three guys will get away with it. Besides, they weren't targeting my wife and me. Any woman present that

night would have suffered the same fate as my wife. So, in the end, my wife said, "Xiao Tian, I think we should just let it go. I can only blame my bad luck; I shouldn't have gone to the riverbank on Mid-Autumn Festival, and I especially shouldn't have made love to you there in the open. Besides, my mother once told my fortune, saying I'm destined for many lovers and multiple husbands. I didn't believe it before and didn't tell you. Now it seems the blind fortune teller was quite accurate."

"Oh, is that so?" I replied, secretly hoping someone would stand up for me and teach those three bastards a lesson.

Because what's infuriating is that they took advantage of my weakness, not only taking advantage of my wife right in front of me, but also stealing her small handbag, which contained several of her documents and her newly received salary of over 800 yuan. Just getting my wife a replacement ID card, work permit, and monthly pass will take me several days of running around. That 800-plus yuan in wages wasn't a small amount for us; our workplaces had always been struggling.

That's why I hate them.

My wife and I still remember their faces and voices very clearly, and I suspect they were doing hard labor at the docks near where my wife was gang-raped. Although there are hundreds of workers there, you could still find them if you looked carefully. After all, we witnessed them raping my wife for over three hours. Especially that fat guy who looked like a pig; he was easy to recognize, probably a foreman.

After learning about our predicament and thoughts, Brother Rooster suggested, "How about this, to prevent this from happening again, I suggest you take your wife and go to the riverbank again on the night of October 7th, let history repeat itself. I'll bring all my team members, about a hundred people, and we'll ambush them all around. It's just that your poor wife will have to undergo another test, having to actually have sex with them, making all three of them ejaculate again. To catch them in the act, you have to catch them in the act, right? With semen, none of them can deny it. Of course, I'll also tell my team members to close their eyes. They shouldn't see what they shouldn't see, but it's all for the sake of the job, you can understand that, right? Okay, get ready, and have your wife cooperate with us to catch those three perverts!"

To ensure everything went smoothly, he also appealed online: "Comrades of Asia, those who want to go catch the perverts, hurry up and sign up with me, there are limited spots, you won't see the show if you're late!"

Many people signed up online, and I was also moved by his plan, but I thought about how my wife and I were going to watch the game together on the night of the 7th. She's a die-hard football fan, because her ex-boyfriend from her hometown in college was the captain of the school's football team. So I left a message for Brother Rooster, saying, "Brother: Since we're watching the game on the 7th, let's discuss teaching those three guys a lesson later. My wife and I send our regards to you and your brothers. With you guys backing us up, we're not afraid of anything, and we'll definitely need your help someday."

Brother Rooster replied, "I almost forgot, the 7th is China's game. For the sake of China, I think we should reschedule. How about catching them on the 8th?"

I said, "If nothing unexpected happens, sure! Anyway, my wife has already been played with by them, so letting them have their way with her one more time won't hurt. I accept this fate."

But not all netizens understood me as much as Brother Rooster did.

Some netizens, while expressing regret for my wife's misfortune, also mocked my behavior that night, saying I wasn't a man and hadn't protected my wife.

A guy named Big Banana said, "Tianfu, where do you live? I want you to accept your fate again. If you tell me where you live, you'll have a good show to watch every day, since you won't report it to the police anyway."

Brother Meat Stick said, "Your house is a mess, it's unbelievable. How come all the bad luck happens to you?"

Others insulted me relentlessly. A netizen named Ovary cursed at me, "Damn, Tianfu, your house is a mess, it's extraordinary. How could your father and mother be like this? Hey, are you a bastard? Did your mother and those three old women have you as a bastard?

I think you should just go buy a block of tofu and smash your head against it. If you're from a family with three old women..." A man comes to play sex games with your wife, and I'd think it's just for fun or a hobby between you two! Men bleed but don't cry, and if it's made up, that's understandable, but you claim it's real. What are your wine bottle and can opener for? A husband who doesn't know how to protect his wife—is that what you call a man? Writing so meticulously, don't you feel it's an insult to your wife? And someone even urged you to keep writing, saying they're enjoying it, right? I hope the moderator won't edit or delete my post; let this so-called man see it.

The netizen "Incest Brother" completely misunderstood, saying, "Brother Tianfu, will you write about your father or brother raping you next?" "Your wife? Or did your wife commit adultery with your friend? I support you."

Another netizen named Liu Wu went even further, elevating the matter of my wife's rape to the level of national integrity. He said, "Tianfu, you are truly a perverted villain! If all Chinese people were like you, they would have been wiped out by the Japanese long ago! You are a real coward! A coward! I despise you! Despise you! Despise you! You spineless fake man! I'm sure your sexual ability is also very low!

Your wife chose you as her husband because she thinks you're easy to bully, and she won't react to her past. A person like you living in China is a disgrace to the Chinese people! If this were during the Anti-Japanese War, I think you would also be a man who sold his wife to the enemy." "Rape one! And your wife is better suited to be a comfort woman for the Japanese devils!"

Some even wrote poems to satirize me, saying something like, "When will the bright moon appear? I raise my gun to ask the blue sky. I wonder who will pity the wife of the heavenly husband tonight? I want to ride the wind and return, but I fear the jade tower is too cold for the beautiful woman! I draw my sword and plunge it into her hole, how can it compare to being in the human world!"

Many netizens advised me to think more positively, but then said, "It doesn't matter who does it, as long as your wife is comfortable. Where do you live? Is your wife home alone when you're at work during the day? I also want to rape your wife, is that okay?"

It's obvious they want to leave me at home so they can sneak into my house and rape my wife, which really makes me furious. My wife's body has already suffered great harm, but my soul has been humiliated once again. 05-10
(Thursday)

But to be honest, after it happened, I wasn't in a very bad mood. Some people's insults didn't make me too sad. Some people said I had psychological problems, and thinking about it carefully, I admit I do.

Ever since I first discovered that my wife's hymen was long gone, my psyche has become somewhat twisted.

My friend said, "Being your wife is tough, but I hope her love stories can continue."

I think I would satisfy him. I used to be an aesthete, and my wife was my greatest love. This wasn't just because of her beauty, but also because of her charming personality, elegant temperament, and captivating conversation. Yet, her most precious virginity was defiled by another man! I was heartbroken and at a loss. I even felt a bit of resentment towards fate and my beloved wife. But I couldn't blame her; she was only eight years old when she lost her virginity, and the man who broke her hymen was a low-IQ farmer who still lives a simple life in the countryside. When he saw my wife and me, he showed no pride in possessing her, nor any disdain for me.

I was truly filled with resentment and had no one to confide in.

Actually, what made me even more jealous was my wife's ex-boyfriend from her hometown. Her sexual relationship with him in college deeply upset me. Of course, I couldn't entirely blame her, because she wasn't married to me then.

Believe it or not, I'm telling the truth. It is precisely because of these reasons that, although I love my wife, I sometimes demean her. I had always hoped she would belong only to me, but that dream has long been shattered. I even longed to see what it was like for her to passionately kiss her ex-boyfriends and masturbate for them.

And every time I kissed her, I would think of other men whose tongues had intertwined with hers, sucking her saliva, touching her breasts…

I felt a sense of utter despair. Really, I secretly hoped she would have affairs with other men, that I would witness her making love with other men. (Ideally, she would rekindle her old flame with her ex-boyfriend.) Then I would hear her crying and begging for my forgiveness.

I don't know why I have such strange thoughts. But I was still unprepared. This Mid-Autumn Festival, my wife would be gang-raped by three men in front of me, and I would witness firsthand how her vagina was brutally penetrated and pounded by other men.

But this time, I didn't feel the anger I felt when I found out she wasn't a virgin; only a trace of sorrow, even a hint of relief. Finally, I finally knew what my wife looked like in another man's arms, and what kind of revelry and pleasure other men could derive from her.

Some people blame me for not fighting back desperately to protect my wife.

I want to say: First, I believe resistance would be futile; my wife and I were no match for those thugs.

Second, I believe resistance was unnecessary. It's all fate. My wife is no longer Ah Lingbai, so how could I protect her "innocence"? Was it even necessary?

Third, I admit I've always been a cowardly man by nature. Fighting and arguing are not my strengths. I've always respected those who dare to fight against lecherous criminals. But I couldn't do it. I always told my wife: if someone robs you, give them money; if someone rapes you, let it be. If you can escape, escape; if you can't, accept your fate.

I always thought: it's better for my wife to be raped than for her to fight to the death and end up dead or disfigured. After all, the worst consequences of rape are mainly psychological. If my wife were strangled to death, or if her beautiful face or buttocks were scarred, it would make her and me unhappy for the rest of our lives.

I've said before that I'm an aesthete, and I value my wife's beautiful face and figure.

I also don't advocate taking advantage of the situation to attack the perpetrator while my wife is being raped, such as kneeing him in the testicles as some books teach, causing serious injury or death. After all, the perpetrator is just a man of questionable character and morality, simply wanting to satisfy his lust for a beautiful woman like my wife. If my wife were willing to kill the perpetrator just to protect her vagina, then that kind of woman is terrifying. In reality, as long as the perpetrator doesn't do anything inappropriate, my wife and I haven't suffered any substantial loss.

This is my attitude, and it's why I didn't fight to the death when my wife was gang-raped.

I can endure this humiliation, as long as it's understood clearly. I know that my actions will be opposed and even ridiculed by many. But it's my true thought. Of course, there's another unspeakable reason: I also derive an unspeakable pleasure from seeing other men having sex with my wife, a pleasure mixed with guilt and patheticness.

I can't think any further; my only concern is that the gang rape will leave an indelible shadow on my wife.

So I've been observing her closely these past few days. Fortunately, I've found that the brutal gang rape she endured by three men on Mid-Autumn Festival didn't cause her too much harm, neither psychologically nor physically. Of course, she cried a few times after being raped, but after my repeated reassurance and promise that I wouldn't despise her for it, she finally pulled herself together.

I told her that the responsibility that night was mainly mine; I failed to protect her, and it really wasn't her fault. She comforted me in return, saying she'd rather suffer some humiliation herself than have me get beaten up trying to save her. She knew I wasn't capable of fighting back.

I said that it was better for us to talk about that night honestly than to avoid it. Just like when her hymen was broken, if she had kept it from me, I couldn't have stood it. But when she told me the whole truth, I was able to let go and forgive her.

If I have the chance, I'd like to talk to her about our feelings about being raped that night. I think sometimes adversity is a kind of wealth in life; it will bring my wife and me closer.

In short, the unpleasantness of Mid-Autumn Festival is slowly fading from our memories.

In addition, a netizen named Yunyou suggested that my wife should write an article about her feelings when she was gang-raped by three men. I think this idea is a bit despicable, but it is still quite meaningful. Through my investigation of her hymen case, many netizens have come to know her, have a certain understanding of her, and have given her great care, enthusiasm, and even affection. She has gathered a considerable amount of popularity online and can be said to be a rising star in the eyes of porn enthusiasts. If she really stands up and writes about her physical and psychological feelings when she was gang-raped by three men, it will definitely attract many netizens and broaden their horizons. This can also be considered her way of repaying everyone.

However, my most important task at present is to tell her about the plan proposed by Brother Gongji to catch her in the act of adultery.

(V)

That afternoon, I was preparing to talk to my wife about going to the riverbank to repeat the old story and have Brother Gongji catch her in the act of adultery when one of her female colleagues, Zhao Mei, suddenly came to my house, which disrupted my plan.

Zhao Mei used to get along very well with my wife and was also quite familiar with me. During my investigation into my wife's hymen, she provided me with intimate photos of my wife and her ex-boyfriend from her hometown. She and my wife were high school classmates and ended up working at the same company after graduation, practically inseparable.

She was not only beautiful but also had expressive eyes and a sweet tongue. While not as tall and voluptuous as my wife, she was still petite and cute. Although she was already married and had children, she looked like a recent college graduate. Her fashionable clothes and mannerisms made her quite attractive to men.

However, she had a loose lifestyle. She had a scandalous affair with her homeroom teacher in high school and had nine boyfriends in college—three times as many as my wife! Upon joining the company, she quickly became a favorite of Director Ma and was assigned to be his secretary in the office. I heard that since her husband was often away on sales trips, she became Director Ma's open mistress. Director Ma was completely devoted to her and sometimes even openly spent weekends at her home.

Some people relayed these rumors to her husband, but he pretended not to hear and remained silent. He used to be just an ordinary worker; Zhao Mei was already pregnant when she graduated from university, so she had no choice but to marry him. He, through his wife's connection with Director Ma, jumped from the workshop to the sales department, becoming a small leader among my wife and her colleagues. He was content with everything and didn't want to offend the powerful Director Ma. It's said that once, when he returned home from a business trip, he happened to run into Director Ma, who was also staying at his house and taking a bath. Without a word, he packed his bags and checked into a hotel not far from his home.

At the time, my wife was working in the sales department doing bookkeeping, and her daily life was monotonous. She and her female colleagues often talked about Zhao Mei and her husband's story, laughing until they were breathless.

Sometimes, they would even dye the paper hats they made green and mischievously put them on Zhao Mei's husband's head. Her husband wouldn't get angry; he would just pretend to spank his subordinates as punishment. But as soon as my wife and the others begged for mercy, he would soften and instead treat these pampered young ladies to KFC.

However, my wife was quite envious of Zhao Mei's popularity in the company. She often told me which hotel Zhao Mei had visited, where she had traveled, what beautiful new clothes she had bought, and how many people in the company fawned over her…

Once, she even asked Zhao Mei directly if there was anything going on between her and Director Ma. Zhao Mei just smiled and didn't answer.

My wife couldn't help but be curious about Director Ma. Zhao Mei had been very arrogant in middle school; the number of boys pursuing her was only slightly less than the number pursuing my wife, but she generally didn't pay attention to most men. Why was she now accepting a man in his early fifties?

My wife started going to Zhao Mei's place, wanting to see Director Ma in person. She had only seen him before on the company's main stage at company meetings. One day, while she was playing at Zhao Mei's place, Director Ma happened to see her. His eyes lit up, and he asked my wife if she would like to move into the company office. My wife had long hoped to be in the office and enjoy the prestige. Seeing his kind face, so unlike the imposing and intimidating figure she appeared on the podium, she readily agreed.

After my wife was transferred to the office, both Zhao Mei and Director Ma were initially very happy. My wife sat opposite her, and the two went in and out together, even holding hands while eating and using the restroom.

However, Zhao Mei soon discovered that Director Ma had transferred all his previous favoritism towards my wife. Whenever there were official banquets, trips, or meetings, he always liked to take my wife along, leaving her out in the cold. Even when dancing, he always danced with my wife, rarely inviting her. Small gifts and red envelopes were no longer given to her; they all went into my wife's pocket.

She suddenly became jealous of my wife, and my wife sensed it too. She tried her best to salvage their friendship, but to no avail. The two good friends gradually drifted apart. Although there were no arguments, minor squabbles were inevitable.

Later, Director Ma simply separated the two of them, moving my wife's desk into his former office, which he used to have all to himself, so she sat next to him.

Soon, rumors spread throughout the company that my wife and Director Ma were having an affair. The stories grew more numerous and bizarre, even claiming that the first thing Director Ma did every day at work was to close the office door and have sex with my wife inside. It was also said that someone found my wife squatting under his desk, secretly giving him oral sex when they went to Director Ma for approval…

And the culprit behind all this was Zhao Mei.

My wife cried countless times, heartbroken and aggrieved, even considering cutting ties with her.

Fortunately, Director Ma transferred Zhao Mei out of the office to the production department. She still couldn't control her tongue, embellishing the story and spreading rumors everywhere about my wife's alleged affair with Director Ma. Director Ma, enraged, ordered her to be transferred to the workshop for hard labor. It was only after my wife pleaded on her behalf that she was reassigned to watch the bathhouse. But she held all her hatred for my wife.

Unexpectedly, she suddenly visited us today, all smiles and friendly, making us feel incredibly flattered.

She took my wife's hand affectionately, as always, and asked, "Tell me honestly, where did you and my wife go out of town on the evening of the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

I was startled by her question, and my wife's face flushed red to her neck.

"Oh my god, does she know about my wife being gang-raped? If so, my wife will lose face at the company. They're enemies now. If she spreads this, my wife won't be able to go to work." So I tentatively told Zhao Mei that my wife and I went to the river to admire the moon.

"I see. Is the moonlight beautiful by the river?" Zhao Mei asked with a smile. It seemed we had a false alarm. She had only seen my wife and I riding our bikes out of town on Mid-Autumn Festival; she hadn't followed us or discovered anything more.

My wife and I could only smile wryly and say, "Of course it's beautiful."

Zhao Mei puffed out her chest slightly and said enviously, "You two are so romantic. Why didn't my husband and I think of going there? Alas, he's just a worker, a blockhead. How could he understand romance?"

My wife seemed to be taken back to the days when she could talk about anything. Her face turned pale as she said, "Luckily you didn't go. You should never go to that kind of hellhole..."

Undoubtedly, she still vividly remembered the horrific incident where she was gang-raped by three dockworkers there, and she was still traumatized.

Zhao Mei blinked her big eyes, puzzled, and asked, "Why?"

My wife blushed and hesitated before saying, "The moonlight there is beautiful, but it's eerie and kind of scary. You'd better not go."

Zhao Mei looked at her strangely and said, "What's there to be afraid of when admiring the moon? It's more exciting when it's eerie. Now that you mention it, I'm even more inclined to try it."

Little did she know that on that romantic night, my wife had been brutally raped and abused by three thugs. They had penetrated her, ejaculated on her, and made her listen to lewd remarks. If you're talking about excitement, it certainly was "exciting."

My wife blushed at the thought, and fearing Zhao Mei would press her further, she quickly turned away to make tea for her, diverting the conversation with another topic.

Fortunately, Zhao Mei didn't notice anything amiss and took the teacup to drink.

However, her words had still left my wife and me trembling with fear for a while. It didn't matter how many online friends knew about my wife's rape. But we couldn't let any acquaintances know.

Of course, many netizens learned about my wife's scandalous affair on Mid-Autumn Festival from the internet and earnestly expressed their desire to get to know her, some even stating they wanted to have sexual relations with her. One particularly passionate man even suggested a wife-swapping game.

Perhaps they all sensed my wife's charm and thought that my publicizing her scandalous affairs online implied a tendency for her to seduce other men.

In truth, influenced by erotic articles like "Using Family for Banquets," "Selling My Wife," "My Wife's Adultery," "A Female Teacher Like a Bitch," "An Exposé Slutty Wife," and "A Super Slut," I did have a certain desire to see my wife being raped, but I never dared to act on it.

I know my wife is a very proud woman; last time, she only succumbed to the thugs by the river because she was forced to. She didn't fight back fiercely because she didn't want to die or be disfigured. If I were to suggest she seduce other men, it might hurt her pride and also harm us. My wife and I have a very close relationship.

Therefore, to those netizens who have impure thoughts about my wife, I can only apologize.

I will not disclose our home address or my wife's real name for the time being. However, you only need to remember her name as "A-Ling". Of course, if one day my wife and I change our minds, perhaps those of you here might be able to get ahead and truly experience my wife's incredibly beautiful body.

But the time is not yet ripe…

At this moment, Zhao Mei drank her tea, stood up, and said, "I've come to say goodbye. I'm resigning and going to the south to make big money. I thought we were friends after all, so I came to tell you before I left."

"What? You're resigning?" Hearing that she was leaving, my wife's past feelings surged up. She tightened her grip on Zhao Mei's hand and asked with concern, "What are you going to do in the south?""I...I..." Zhao Mei glanced at me, her face flushed red to her neck, then she stood on tiptoe and whispered something in my wife's ear. I saw my wife's eyes redden, her voice choked with emotion, "Xiao Mei, how could you choose this path? Have you made up your mind? Does your husband know?" "I've already told him, and he supports me. He said there are many women doing this kind of business outside, and they can make a lot of money."

Zhao Mei puffed out her chest and said, "I'm going all in. Anyway, the company's situation is getting worse and worse. If I want to get rich, I'll have to take this path sooner or later. It's better to go sooner rather than later. Sister Ling, would you like to go with me...?"

"No! No! I dare not take this path." My wife was both ashamed and anxious, shaking her head repeatedly.

"What path are you afraid to take?" I was confused by what they were saying, but it was inconvenient to interrupt.

"Sister Ling, you are an outstanding woman. To be honest, over the years, I have never admired anyone but you. You are beautiful, elegant, and classy. You are also kind-hearted and virtuous. You are a truly perfect woman, a woman who can conquer any man. However, I think it's not worth it for you to gamble yourself on Director Ma. You deserve a better future..."

"Stop talking..." My wife looked at me with shame and covered her mouth in embarrassment.

"No, I have to say. I think men treat us like playthings. Now, it's our turn to play with them."

Zhao Mei's breasts bounced up and down as she excitedly said, "Sister Ling, whether you listen or not, I still want to give you a piece of advice: Don't treat Director Ma like a savior. He's no good. Yes, he once won me over with small favors, making me willingly offer him my beautiful body for his pleasure.

Now he's won you over in the same way. You're better at pleasing him and making him happy than I am... But have you thought about what will happen when there are younger and cuter girls in the company, when he gets tired of you? Will he kick you out like he did with me? If I'm not mistaken, my today will be your tomorrow!"

"Thank you for your advice. However, my relationship with him isn't what you think..." The wife tried her best to defend herself, but her voice trembled.

"Okay, we'll see." Zhao Mei didn't argue with her anymore and smiled as she said goodbye to me.

"What is she going to do in the south? What path is she taking?" I asked my wife impatiently after Zhao Mei left.

My wife hesitated for a moment, but still told me a shocking piece of news, "She's going to the south to work as a prostitute. She's embarking on a path filled with the stench of semen!"

"My God, Zhao Mei is going to become a prostitute?! And she wants to take you with her?" My heart was greatly shocked.

"Then would you like me to go with her? Her husband supports her." My wife deliberately pouted and said to me charmingly.

"If you really want to sell yourself, I can't stop you." I joked, "But I think you should first pretend to be a harlot and go to the river to catch those three guys who gang-raped you, and then it won't be too late to sell yourself."

"What do you mean by that?" my wife asked me in confusion.

"It's like this..." I told her the whole plan that Brother Rooster and I had discussed to catch the adulterers. My wife pondered for a long time, but still did not agree. She said she needed to think it over carefully before deciding!

(VI)

And during this time, another unexpected event occurred. One day, after I got home from work, I was looking for some toilet paper when I accidentally found several nude photos of my wife in her handbag, showing her deliberately posing in lewd positions!

In one photo, a thick penis was drawn on each of her cheeks and lower abdomen. In another photo, my wife was kneeling on the bed with her plump, white buttocks raised, turning her head to smile lewdly at the camera, with words written on her buttocks.

I was furious. I never rummage through my wife's things, and I never expected to find such shameful photos. I don't know when these photos were taken, or who took them. What other filthy things has my wife been hiding from me? What's

even more infuriating is that I don't know who has done this to my wife! She's never been so lewd and provocative when we're together! I don't know what to do. I haven't asked her, because I'm worried she might have more shameful secrets to hide.

In desperation, I went online again for help, saying, "What should I do?"

Brother Kuai said, "Women are all sluts, Brother Tianfu, quickly investigate. Who is your wife's current lover?"

Yan Kuangtu volunteered, "Send me those photos, I'll investigate for you."

Jiuyang Zhenjing said, "Brother Tianfu, post her obscene photos and let the lewd masses judge them. The masses have discerning eyes. Post the pictures, let's all study them together. Haha, many hands make light work, maybe we can even find clues..."

I was very touched by the concern of these netizens, but to prevent my wife from knowing I had seen the photos, I secretly put them back after looking at them. Besides, I don't know how to upload photos.

One thing I need to clarify is that although I witnessed my wife being gang-raped by three men by the river, I still don't know how many times she's secretly cheated on me.

Whenever I think about this, for some reason, I feel a mix of frustration, like being cuckolded, and a strange, complex excitement… I never imagined that my wife was actually a promiscuous woman, just as my online friends, like Passionate Man, had predicted.

Dumb Guy said, “Since you’re so excited, why not take it a step further? Think about it, write down your thoughts, and post it online. It’ll be a great piece! I’m looking forward to it!”

Mighty Man advised me, “I don’t think we can conclude your wife has been cheated on based on just a few photos. Maybe they only took a few pictures, and there was no actual intercourse; perhaps the photographer was a woman.”

Joyful Guy, however, said, “Great, very good! A wife with skills is a blessing for a man. You can have intense games with her without worrying about her objections.”

I’ve experienced Joyful Guy’s words firsthand. I’ve noticed that recently, my wife’s sexual prowess in bed has increased significantly, becoming unusually seductive. Before, although she was willing to give me oral sex, she was always somewhat shy. But now she doesn't care about any of that. Sometimes, even while my penis is still inside her vagina, she'll pull it out and suck on it, then let me alternately thrust it in and out of her mouth and vagina. Before, she was never this wanton and seductive in bed; she was even reluctant to try new things.

Therefore, I'm certain she's been with other men and trained in many different positions. It's unlikely, as the muscular man claimed, that she hasn't had sex with anyone else or that some woman took photos of her.

I don't know how she and her lover manipulated each other, or what they shouted or cried out. But one thing is certain: it's definitely more lewd than being with me…

Brother Nongxue said, “I think your wife has definitely been with someone else again. It's pitiful that you don't know who it was this time! But then again, even if you did know, so what? It's just adultery, not prostitution, and it's not illegal. Besides, your wife must have enjoyed it more, otherwise she wouldn't have done it! The key is not to interfere with your time with her. From what you've said, she's much more interesting than before, why not? However, if you let your wife sleep with me a few times, I guarantee her skills will be even better than now. I wonder if you'd be willing?”

Brother Nongxue's analysis makes sense, but he said he could make my wife's bedroom skills even better; I think he's bragging. However, even if he really had that ability, I wouldn't be willing to let him try.Brother Yang Wei also joined in the fun, saying, "It seems your wife is quite promiscuous; most men like that kind of slut. I have a good idea. If you want to find out the truth, you'll have to make another sacrifice. Find a way to get me involved with your wife. If she agrees, it means she's definitely slept with other men. Once I get her aroused, she'll tell you the truth about who she's slept with, and then I'll tell you! Wouldn't that be like the truth coming out?" Brother Yang Wei wanted to get involved with my wife to trick her into telling the truth. The idea wasn't bad, but how could he prove that my wife would definitely tell him the truth? If she didn't, wouldn't he have gotten his pleasure for nothing? Brother 007 then asked, "Should we hire a private investigator? The fee is…"

Brother Qi, who's always concerned about my wife, said, "Have a private investigator check it out, the fee is..." I think he meant he'd investigate for free, which I could consider.

Suddenly, the discussion about my wife reached a fever pitch again. But after much deliberation, I decided to wait and see, rather than act rashly.

That night, when we were in bed, I deliberately used vulgar language and jokingly asked my wife if she liked other men fucking her.

At first, she said I was crazy, but later, as we got a little excited, she said, "Don't talk big. Go find some for me, and once you find some, I'll let other men fuck me. Don't regret it, and you'd better find a few more."

Later, I asked her if she had slept with other men before, and she vehemently denied it again; it seems she still wouldn't admit it. I then asked her how she liked men to fuck her, and whether she liked giving other men oral sex.

She said she liked the feeling of having a penis in her mouth. I asked her if she would be willing if two men took turns fucking her orifices at the same time. She said that feeling would definitely be great. However, the other party couldn't be as rude as the three men on Mid-Autumn Festival night...

Of course, these words were said jokingly while I was doing it to her, but she still denied having illicit relations with others. However, I believe that with the help of all the netizens, I will find out the truth sooner or later, just like the mystery of her ruptured hymen...

Right now, the most important thing is to catch the three hooligans who gang-raped her on Mid-Autumn Festival night.

(VII)

In the blink of an eye, the 8th is approaching, and I was just about to contact Brother Rooster to go to the riverbank to catch my wife cheating, but unexpectedly, a distinguished guest came to my house, which disrupted my plans again.

The distinguished guest I am talking about is my wife's ex-boyfriend from her hometown in college.

Yesterday evening, I had just come down from the internet when my wife suddenly received a call from her ex-boyfriend from her hometown in college. It turned out that he came to our place on a business trip, and the ship had already docked at the riverbank. That place is about 800 or 900 meters away from where my wife was gang-raped on Mid-Autumn Festival night.

From my wife, I learned that his name is He Chao, and she also told me some information about him that she learned from the phone call.

He Chao took the postgraduate entrance examination after breaking up with my wife. After graduating with a master's degree, he was assigned to work for a large company in the provincial capital. He got married last year. His wife is an entertainment reporter at a TV station. Zhao Mei attended his wedding, and it was from Zhao Mei that he got our home phone number.

His wife blushed and said to me, "He said he felt a little guilty towards me in the past and really wants to visit me. Do you think we could invite him over?"

I thought for a moment and generously said, "Isn't it a pleasure to have a friend coming from afar? After all, you were each other's first love. So many years have passed, it's only right that you meet. Besides, he's married now, and I want to have a good talk with him. Why don't you invite him over for dinner? But, no rekindling old flames, okay?"

"If you don't treat me well, I'll show you!" His wife gave me a mischievous look, then skipped into the room to call him back. I could tell she was quite excited, completely recovered from the trauma of being gang-raped on Mid-Autumn Festival. Moreover, she had no idea that I had seen the secret nude photos in her purse.

After hanging up, she quickly went out to buy groceries.

He Chao really did arrive at our house before evening.

I had seen a photo of him and my wife before in one of the pictures Zhao Mei had given me. He was quite handsome, noticeably taller than me, and a bit heavier than in the photo, but his eyes still held a hint of melancholy, and his expression was slightly tense—the kind of look that could make a woman feel sorry for him.

My wife is a good cook, and she put in even more effort today, preparing a table full of delicious-smelling dishes.

During the meal, my wife and I took turns urging He Chao to drink. He's a straightforward and honest man, always drinking when offered a toast. This made me like him. A man who doesn't refuse a drink isn't hypocritical.

My wife skillfully navigated between the two of us, occasionally playing drinking games with us, or putting food in our mouths, asking us to comment on the quality of her cooking.

We two men could only nod in agreement. The atmosphere felt like a return to the happy days of university.

After a satisfying meal, He Chao and I each lit a cigarette. My wife nestled beside us, listening to our casual conversation about the 9/11 terrorist attacks, the promising prospects of the Chinese national football team qualifying for the World Cup, and the current state of extramarital affairs, soap operas, and one-night stands.

He Chao, who had initially been reserved, gradually warmed up to me. He said our small town, nestled by the river, was beautiful, and that while my wife was fuller-figured than in her student days, she was even more charming and feminine.

My wife listened happily, wiggling her hips on the sofa and occasionally offering insightful comments.

Each time my wife spoke, He Chao would stare intently at her, listening intently.

Suddenly, I asked my wife and him, "Since everyone's happy today, I have a question for you both. You two should tell the truth. I know you two were very close back then, so why did you break up? Was it like the characters in those TV dramas, with some touching story?"

The awkward question left He Chao momentarily speechless.

"We broke up because of you, you wretched third party!" my wife retorted playfully, her face flushed. She had already confessed to me that the reason for their breakup was her ruptured hymen.

"So, you two are the original couple now? Should I return what belongs to you?" I said, deliberately feigning jealousy, remembering the nude photos of dubious origin in her purse.

My wife stuck out her tongue, quickly saying I was drunk and talking nonsense, telling He Chao to ignore me, and then she made an excuse to go to the kitchen to wash the dishes, patting her behind and slipping away.

He Chao remained sitting blankly on the sofa, unsure how to face me, the current husband of his ex-lover.

I didn't care. Emboldened by the alcohol, I patted his shoulder and said, "Brother, we've all been through this. It's not taboo to talk about the past. I'm pretty open-minded, and my wife tells me everything, including her love history. It's all just fodder for our after-dinner conversations."

Seeing his skepticism, I decided to go all the way and said, "Ah Ling told me everything about you two. Like how she helped you masturbate in college, and how you stayed alone with her for several nights in Taishan, showering together and sleeping naked. Really? Hehe, you were young then. What young man hasn't done something impulsive and foolish?"

My words were really bold and outrageous. He Chao's face turned red with embarrassment, and he turned his head as if to ask my wife for confirmation, but my wife was blushing and didn't dare to answer from the kitchen.

"I'm asking you, do you remember how many times you and my wife made love? Don't worry, I'm just asking for fun. She wasn't married to me then, and I would never blame you or her." I wanted to take advantage of his still-shaken state and give him another nudge to get some bombshells out of him.

"No, I really haven't had sex with your wife. I promise," he said softly, his voice trembling slightly.

"How could that be? There's no cat that doesn't eat fish! Don't worry, brother, I won't be jealous. There are no virgins among female college students these days. I myself lost my virginity to several girls when I was in school, so I won't hold it against my wife." I wanted to trick him, so I fabricated a story about my own romantic history.

"I don't know if your wife has slept with other boys, but I really haven't had sex with her." He Chao's face flushed red.

For a moment, we were both a little embarrassed. I took a drag of my cigarette and said, "Okay, brother, please do me a favor. I want to know, you and my wife had so many opportunities before, why didn't you have sex? Was my wife not attractive enough to you? Or was she not pretty enough?"

Looking at this refined and honest man, I couldn't imagine what my wife looked like back then, naked in his arms, holding his penis, and giving him oral sex…He was flustered by my questioning and repeatedly denied it, saying that if he had cast a shadow on my marriage, he was willing to take responsibility and apologize to me. My wife secretly stomped her foot at me from the kitchen, and I quickly comforted her, saying it was nothing, nothing.

He Chao still seemed uneasy, asking if there was anything I could do for me.

I left the living room door slightly ajar and told him I just wanted to know the truth. I wanted to find out about my wife's premarital romantic and sexual history. To ease his psychological burden, I said that my wife and I both found it very interesting; otherwise, I wouldn't have agreed to let him come to my house.

He Chao looked at me with some surprise.

I continued, "Don't worry, before she met me, Ah Ling's hymen had already been broken. She was raped by an idiot in the village when she was eight years old, but we are still very much in love. I just want to know how you two got along back then. Did you two have sex? And why did you break up?"

"You want to hear the truth?" He Chao was clearly deeply shocked, having never heard about my wife being raped at eight years old before. Over the years, he had thought about this issue quite a bit.

"Of course," I said, "the more details you tell, the better. Consider it a favor."

He Chao thought for a moment, still swearing that he had never had sex with my wife, but admitted that he had indeed hoped to actually have sex with her once.

"Then why didn't you do it?" I longed to hear his drunken confession.

"I can't keep quiet now." He Chao took a sip of wine, made up his mind, and started talking more. He said, "It's all my fault, I was too conservative back then."

The above is a summary of his conversation. Fortunately, everyone had drunk quite a bit, so they were less sensitive and ashamed than usual, and therefore less reserved.

(VIII)

This happened when I was a freshman in college.

At that time, like many boys who had just reached puberty, I liked to dream about having sex with pretty girls at night, and then I would ejaculate. At first, I would usually ejaculate when I dreamed about kissing or hugging and caressing, but gradually I couldn't even dream about penetration anymore, so I had to use my hand to relieve my unmet needs. This was really hard on my hand. I often had to squat in the corner of the toilet, secretly doing it while reading a book. Sometimes my legs would go numb and I still couldn't get out. It was really hopeless.

Fortunately, I met your wife, A-Ling, at this time.

She transferred from a university in the south. She was so beautiful, more captivating than many celebrities. Her skin resembled Yang Yuying's, her temperament Xu Jinglei's, her figure Li Lizhen's, her smile Shu Qi's, and her voice Cecilia Cheung's—she was practically flawless. From the moment she arrived, many in the school pursued her; upperclassmen, freshmen, and even many male teachers were eager to become her devoted followers. I was no exception, and naturally, I, being from the same hometown, was the first to win her over.

I remember in the classroom, because I was the class monitor, I was seated next to her.

Although she wasn't very tall, she was absolutely sexy.

Full breasts, a pert bottom, a slender waist—she was naturally beautiful. But what I loved most was her long hair. It swayed with each swing, looking especially beautiful in the sunlight and breeze…

Although the first-year courses weren't difficult, as the class monitor, I had many extracurricular activities and was also the captain of the school's football team, often going out to compete, which caused me to fall behind in many classes. She, on the other hand, was a top student, so she often taught me after she understood something.

However, she didn't seem to care about teaching at all. Instead, she would often stare at me with a silly smile, so I would say to her, "Hey! If you don't teach me, I won't teach you!"

She would giggle and then shift her gaze to her book. I had no choice but to threaten her, "If you don't teach me, I'll get physical!"

She seemed to know I wouldn't dare to touch her: "Go ahead and touch me, I'll scream."

Since we were in the classroom, I really didn't dare, so I could only shake my head and let her stare.

Perhaps because I was the class monitor, very impressive on the sports field, and from the same hometown as her, I could tell that she liked me too.

I remember it was the Mid-Autumn Festival in 1996. The class held a lively Mid-Autumn Festival party, and everyone ate, sang, and had a great time. She was, of course, the focus of the party, singing and dancing with the teacher, busy as a bee.

Finally, at everyone's urging, I even danced a few rounds with her. She had trained in physical fitness and dance, and was a key member of the school's girls' aerobics team. Her figure and sense of rhythm were superb. When she pressed herself against me, her round buttocks swaying, everyone's eyes widened. I dare say every man present got an erection, and I was no exception, so flustered I stepped on her foot several times.

Later, a few male teachers noticed our relationship and left, bored. Once the teachers were gone, the students became even noisier, shouting and jumping. I couldn't be bothered; everyone was already under a lot of academic pressure, so I let them run wild at the Mid-Autumn Festival party. The noise in the classroom grew even louder. Then, after her dance, she sat alone in a corner, chin in hand, lost in thought.

I had an idea: I wanted to take advantage of the situation to make a move on her, to preserve my reputation! The other students already knew we were together, but I hadn't laid a finger on her, so they laughed and said I was a paper tiger in front of her. To make her truly afraid of me, I stepped forward and sternly instructed her, "Take your hand off your chin, stand up, and dance with the handsome guys in our class."

"I won't dance with them! Go ahead and touch me, I'm not afraid of you!"

Her bold declaration excited me, but also terrified me. Since I'd come this far, I had no choice but to go along with it. So, I tentatively reached out and pulled her small hand away, my whole body trembling, and I couldn't bear to let go.

She lowered her head in shame, then suddenly looked up and stared straight at me. My face flushed redder than the time my tutor's relatives mistook me for a pen salesman and tried to chase me away.

She was even bolder than me; she actually grabbed me when I tried to let go! What could I do? I could

only keep my eyes peeled and my heart pounding. Fortunately, the other students were too busy having fun to notice what was happening.

I've always been fairly bold, so after taking a few deep breaths, I placed her hand on my chest. She rhythmically stroked it, and the feeling was indescribable.

My little brother was already itching to get going, so she leaned down and told me to hurry up and announce the end of the party.

I went to the teachers' office and looked inside. It was brightly lit, but there wasn't a single teacher in sight. Reassured, I went back to the classroom and announced the party was over. What followed was quite exciting. As you might expect, the story would have taken place in the classroom, but I chose the teachers' office. There was no one there, and the curtains were drawn, so I wasn't worried about anyone coming in.

Looking at the few students still lingering in the classroom, I impatiently squeezed her hand and went to the office first.

To be honest, all I wanted to do was tell her I liked her, and she would tell me what I wanted to hear. However, our pent-up emotions couldn't be controlled...

When she saw me at the office, she tidied up and followed me. Before entering, she suddenly hesitated to go in.

I was very anxious, terrified that someone would see her, because she was such a noticeable person.

I walked from the corner to a spot not far from her, checked the window to make sure no one was watching, and was about to pull her in when she suddenly said, "Excuse me!" I almost fainted!

Not only because her voice was loud and caught me off guard, but also because I assumed there was a teacher in the office that I hadn't seen!

But she turned around and came in, grinning at me. Seeing that I was pale with fright, she reached out her sleeve to wipe the cold sweat from my forehead.

Naturally, I didn't hold back and grabbed her hand: "Well, you dare to scare me?"She shyly tried to pull her hand back, but her resistance was too weak. With a pull and a tug, she bumped into me. Although either of us could have avoided the collision, neither of us did. So, I gently put my arm around her shoulder, and she immediately leaned weakly into my arms.

I gently held her close, slowly swaying and moving towards the corner, making it look like we were dancing a close, intimate stroll.

"Okay, nobody can see us here. Tell me, why did you scare me just now? If you don't explain, I'm going to..." I added softly, "...kiss you."

I could clearly feel the shock in her body, but she reached out and hugged my waist with the hand I had been holding. We were speechless for a moment.

"Our class monitor is such a fool, isn't she? People call 'report' so their classmates can hear! You're wronging me."

Her face showed excitement, impulse, and a hint of resentment and longing...

As I looked at her, I finally couldn't resist lowering my head, wanting to gently touch her lips.

She closed her eyes, her breathing quickened, and she tightened her arms around me. I tensed up immediately, and before I could even kiss her, I turned my head to look around, afraid someone might peek out from behind the wall. She still had her eyes closed, and

her alluring appearance made it hard for me to give up this thrilling yet betraying act. I finally lowered my head, but this time it wasn't a gentle touch; it was a deep, heavy kiss!

At first, her teeth were clenched tightly, afraid to let my tongue wander. With my gentle, unhurried caresses, she finally parted a crack, but I still found it difficult to touch her small, delicate nipples.

So, while my tongue continued its assault, my hands began their attack. I first squeezed her with my arms, repeatedly pressing against her breasts, making them harden with each squeeze and release. Her already elastic breasts were now even more erect, and I could even feel the changes in her nipples. They grew larger, harder, and more pointed. Each change deeply stimulated my desire.

Finally, she began to pant softly, and my tongue could finally intertwine with her sweet, delicate nipples.

One hand continued its alternating light and heavy strokes, while the other slowly slid towards her shapely buttocks, which fueled my endless fantasies. I gradually increased the pressure, squeezing, pulling, and stretching her peach-like flesh.

This action drove her even more wild, her moans turning into soft "woo-woo" sounds, which in turn stimulated me. I pressed harder, and she pressed harder, but the sounds became lower and longer.

Meanwhile, my tongue was also busy, using every trick in the book to entice her tongue to slide into my mouth. "

She's coming over!" I sucked intensely, and she responded strongly.

After a short while, I began to lower my hand from her buttocks.

She resisted slightly, her leg muscles tensing suddenly, but under my combined assault, she slowly relaxed.

At that moment, we forgot where we were, what we were there for, and what we were supposed to do next; we were both lost in that sweet and stimulating kiss. Slowly, I reached both hands to her buttocks, pulling on each side as if to tear them apart…

My hands continued to pull her buttocks forcefully, causing her to press closer to me. Gradually, she began to actively press against me, even standing on tiptoe, her hands wrapping around my neck.

I knew she was hinting for me to touch her buttocks more deeply, so I unceremoniously ventured into that crevice. However, I didn't touch directly, but first caressed her inner thighs. As I seemed to be reaching her sensitive area but hadn't quite made contact, she became impatient and started shaking. Suddenly, I thrust my hand into the crevice.

She immediately tensed up, kissing me passionately and sucking even harder. Due to her muscle tension, I couldn't move freely, so I simply moved my fingers slightly inside, leaving my hand still.

My other hand continued to knead her buttocks, and my mouth never stopped, my tongue exploring every nook and cranny of her mouth, repeatedly touching her sensitive areas. Her tongue would dart out as if trying to pull mine back each time it withdrew.

Under this onslaught, she slowly relaxed again. My hands were free to move again. I gently probed her anus; her chrysanthemum bud was initially clenched tightly, but soon relaxed. When there was no new stimulation, my hand continued to bend inward. Since my arm wasn't long enough, I kissed her neck instead, squatting down slightly. She leaned against

the wall again, her mouth open, breathing rapidly, occasionally biting my ear and blowing air into it. Gradually, her hands moved to hold my head.

My hand could now reach inside her vagina. My other hand, withdrawing because she was leaning against the wall again, began to caress her breasts through her clothes. Her nipples stood erect like engorged clitoris. Slowly, even through her clothes, there was no new stimulation. As soon as I sensed her arousal decreasing, I slowly slid my hand down, first caressing her lower abdomen and gently squeezing there. Her abdomen suddenly trembled, and when I pressed down, she trembled again. Amused, I glanced at her, and she gave me a reproachful, alluring smile. I felt even more smug and slowly slipped my hand inside her clothes, finally touching her skin. Even the phrase "skin as smooth as ice and jade" couldn't describe the smoothness.

I stroked a small area beneath her breasts, occasionally brushing against them, a movement that greatly aroused her, causing her to moan softly.

My hand didn't stop there; it had already reached her vagina. I withdrew my hand and attacked from the front. I touched her clitoris, deliberately rubbing it against the vaginal opening, occasionally pinching it suddenly, causing her abdomen to jerk again.

Slowly, her pants became wet; even a close look from the outside revealed it. I knew the time was right. I pushed her bra up from inside and began frantically kneading and pulling her breasts. Her hands, which were holding my head, involuntarily pushed my head towards her chest. So, I used my mouth to unbutton her clothes and began kissing her breasts and biting her nipples.

These actions were a stark contrast to her initial gentleness, giving her renewed stimulation and making her become wanton. Her legs gripped my hands, writhing incessantly, and one hand reached down to my chest, stroking it incessantly, giving me great pleasure.

When her moans became rapid, I knew she was about to climax. I couldn't let this opportunity slip by, so I immediately pulled down her pants, directly stroking her vagina and rubbing her clitoris, occasionally inserting my little finger inside to stimulate her vaginal walls.

Soon, a white liquid gushed from her vagina; I knew it was her vaginal fluid. I then inserted two fingers into this fluid. Her vagina wasn't smooth; it had many folds. I used my fingers to thrust in and out, and she began to moan. The sound was completely different from her previous moans; it was a completely unconscious sound.

Because I was caressing her from the front, and she was shorter than me, I could stand up straight. Her hand, which had been caressing my chest, moved downwards and touched my already erect penis.

Just then, a teacher saw the light was on and came to lock the office. We hurriedly separated, breaking out in a cold sweat. Fortunately, the teacher didn't discover our secret.

My penis was incredibly hard, so under the moonlight, I led her to the sports field behind the school, which was also our school's field. She usually liked to sit on the stone steps next to it watching me play, cracking sunflower seeds and cheering me on.

At this time, there were already some couples on the steps, their desires raging, chatting. We didn't care anymore. Standing there, I started kissing her again and let her small hand slip inside my pants and touch me for a while. Perhaps because of the constant footsteps nearby, she seemed more flustered than in the teacher's office, and her delicate hand gripped my penis painfully. Finally, I ejaculated in her hand, the hot semen flowing all over her hand.

But I wasn't satisfied, so I had her pull down my pants, squat down, and touch my very thick pubic hair and testicles. It felt amazing! Later, I couldn't hold back any longer, and my semen spurted out again. She couldn't dodge in time, and it splattered all over her chest, but luckily she couldn't see it clearly in the moonlight. However, I heard that when she returned to the dormitory, her roommates discovered it, and she was mortified. She had to lie and say that she accidentally dropped some ice cream down her neck while eating. The roommates all chuckled, clearly knowing what had happened...

From then on, we stopped trying to hide our relationship and fell head over heels in love. Whenever we had the chance, we would kiss passionately, hug, and even masturbate each other, as affectionate as a young married couple. Classrooms, buses, playgrounds, and even movie theaters became our perfect rendezvous spots. When I was with her, I was always burning with desire, and she seemed to enjoy it too... I could tell that at that time, she was absolutely willing to give herself to me. If I made up my mind, I could break into her forbidden zone anytime.

Once, because of the heat, I was covered in sweat after playing soccer, so I went to the school's shower room to take a shower. When I came out, I saw she had just finished showering too, and the way she swayed her hips as she walked instantly aroused me. I couldn't help but quietly follow her into the girls' dormitory. Seeing her lying on her bed with her eyes closed, I lay down on the other side of the bed.

As I lay there, listening to her breathing so close, I thought of pinching her nose as a joke, but she didn't react, only opening her mouth to breathe. I then covered her mouth, and suddenly felt something warm and small touching my palm. I realized it was her tongue. My heart skipped a beat, but my hand remained near her mouth. A short while later, she licked it again, and my mind started racing. I thought, if she licks it again, I'll kiss her.

It felt like a long time had passed when she licked my palm with her soft, warm tongue. I mustered my courage, crawled to her side, and kissed her lips. To my surprise, she immediately responded, and we kissed passionately, like a volcanic eruption.

It turned out she had noticed me following her and was deliberately teasing me. I grew bolder, and as we kissed, my hands began to roam and explore her body; she didn't resist. I boldly reached for her breasts, caressing them through her bra, and she slightly parted her lips, letting out a soft moan. I then reached behind her and unhooked her bra, and her two full breasts immediately sprang free.

I excitedly caressed those two fiery mounds, gently sucking on them; her body trembled, and she continued to moan.

My hand slowly moved downwards, gliding over her lower abdomen, entering a dense thicket. Suddenly, my fingers plunged into a hot, swampy opening; she cried out, her body jolting. My mind was a complete mess; all I knew was to probe inside with my fingers, and gushes of hot liquid gushed out.

Her fluids stimulated me, and I could no longer resist. My lower body was throbbing unbearably, and I hurriedly pulled off her clothes. Suddenly, everything went white before my eyes; her eyes were tightly closed, and her body was curled up in a ball. I quickly removed my own clothes and gently lay on top of her. She wrapped her arms around my body, and we kissed and caressed each other…

If her female roommate hadn't returned at that moment, perhaps I would have penetrated her vagina and made love to her.

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