[Urban] Beautiful Married Woman Prostitute (Complete) - 7-9

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(ix)

After listening to my wife's ex-boyfriend He Chao's account, I understood that their problem seemed to stem from that trip to Mount Tai.

In the hotel in Mount Tai, he and my wife were alone together for the first time without any inhibitions. This gave them the opportunity to examine each other's genitals under the lights. Although he had touched my wife's vulva many times before in the dark, it wasn't until in the hotel in Mount Tai that he calmly and clearly observed her vulva for the first time.

It was then that he discovered my wife's hymen was torn! He looked and looked, but still couldn't see a complete hymen.

He subtly asked my wife if he had hurt her or caused her bleeding when he masturbated her before.

My wife didn't think much of it at the time and honestly answered no. He immediately concluded that my wife wasn't a virgin and believed she was hiding something serious from him; she must have had sexual relations with other men.

The innocent goddess suddenly became a slut and a whore in his eyes. The young man couldn't bear this heavy blow, so in a fit of anger, he began to humiliate my wife in every way possible.

He Chao confessed to me that after discovering my wife's hymen was broken, all the sexual games he played with her were just to tease her. For example, making my wife perform oral sex on him and taking her to have sex in the open air on Mount Tai were all intentional attempts to expose the lewd side of my wife to more people.

No wonder my wife said that whenever she noticed tourists approaching, He Chao would become even more frenzied and aroused. I suspect that even the time when several American tourists caught my wife sucking his semen was under his control and manipulation…

My poor wife was kept in the dark, completely obedient to him, thinking that by pleasing him at will, she could keep his love. But in the end, he impulsively broke up with my wife, leaving my wife, who was deeply immersed in love, completely bewildered.

But soon after the breakup, He Chao began to regret it, realizing how precious my wife was, especially when he was sexually aroused. He thought of all her good qualities. Before, my wife would always help him at these times, but now he had to resort to masturbation.

After that, whenever he saw my wife's charming figure in class, or caught a glimpse of her alluring buttocks during PE class, his lower body would become incredibly hard. He longed to immediately pull my wife away to a secluded place and enjoy her masturbation or oral sex, just like before… But like my wife, he was very concerned about his image. Because of this, he never dared to ask my wife for love again, and my wife, thinking he had severed all ties with her, was too ashamed to return to him.

The golden couple was thus separated, which gave my wife's later boyfriends and me the opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

He Chao said this with a sense of relief, realizing that his views on chastity at the time were truly unbelievable, even laughable. He envied my courage, saying I was incredibly lucky to have such a beautiful and kind-hearted woman as my wife. He said his current wife, though also very pretty and a TV entertainment reporter, lacked my wife's femininity. Her breasts weren't smaller than my wife's, but her hips weren't as plump and round, her body wasn't as tender, and she experienced far less sexual pleasure.

Finally, he told me with a sigh: the hymen, once considered priceless, was now worthless. His current wife hadn't had a hymen when they married; she'd given it to the station director to get a job at the TV station. Later, she was constantly taken advantage of by the newsroom director and had several abortions. And his younger sister's hymen was repaired at the hospital for only 500 yuan…

I was secretly pleased; it seemed he was truly speaking the truth after drinking, not only telling me the story of my wife that I wanted to hear but also revealing his wife's and sister's unspeakable secrets.

What reassured me even more was that my wife's previous confessions to me were completely true, perfectly matching He Chao's words, and logically and reasonably. It seemed my wife had indeed never truly had sex with him. Her hymen must have been broken when she was eight years old by that silly boy.

We found ourselves increasingly congenial. We began to talk boldly about sex and my wife, like two old friends discussing a woman unrelated to either of us.

He Chao, seeing that I wasn't offended by his past offense against my wife, abandoned his last bit of caution.

He even recounted in detail, with great interest, the expressions and body movements of my wife during her orgasms when he masturbated her.

He said he liked to gently rub my wife's thin labia with two fingertips, then insert his middle finger into her vagina, pressing her pubic bone and clitoris with his thumb. He would also pull out his fingertips, covered in my wife's vaginal fluid, and have my wife suck on his wet fingers. What he was most captivated by was my wife's genuine charm and shy demeanor in such situations, and her soft, almost tearful moans. Years later, when making love with his own wife, he would still often think of my wife's alluring allure. If he could do it all over again, he would definitely marry my wife. He

Chao's honesty moved me, and I think this is normal; men often find it hard to forget their first love and the woman they admire.

However, regarding the number of times my wife masturbated for him, He Chao said that so much time had passed and so many times had occurred that he couldn't remember clearly, but he was certain it was over two hundred times. He remembered one time after my wife masturbated him, she said to him with heartache, "I'm almost becoming an executioner."

He asked, puzzled, "What do you mean?"

My wife smiled smugly and said, "The book says, 'One drop of semen is worth ten drops of blood.' My little hand has made you ejaculate far more than a teapot's worth of semen, which is equivalent to making you bleed ten teapots' worth of blood. Doesn't that mean I've drained your blood? Wouldn't I then become a beautiful executioner?"

I chuckled, never expecting my wife to say something so humorous and endearing back then. However, she never told me this.

Since she could make He Chao ejaculate more than a full teapot, she must have masturbated him at least two hundred times. That's almost double the hundred or so times she told me. Thinking about it, I can understand; perhaps my wife underestimated the number to make me feel better.

At this moment, his wife, with a slight sway of her hips, pushed open the half-closed door and entered. She licked her lips and said, "Were you two talking about something shameful about me?"

He Chao, looking at her high, firm breasts, blushed and his breathing quickened.

His wife was only wearing a white off-the-shoulder dress, and her full breasts trembled constantly beneath the thin fabric as she spoke and walked. That was a place he knew very well. Perhaps because of this, his wife didn't deliberately try to hide her proud breasts from him; after all, the two men present were regular customers of her breasts.

Just now, when he was telling his story about my wife, I noticed he was quite excited, even increasingly aroused.

Especially when he talked about how he sucked on my wife's breasts every day at the Taishan Hotel, and how he repeatedly made her spread her legs so he could carefully observe her tender vulva and wonder if her hymen was broken. The excited look in his eyes as he recounted this made me realize that the image of my wife's vulva was forever etched in his mind, and would occasionally surface before his eyes.

Being able to chat face-to-face with a man who knew my wife's physical secrets without any reservations gave me a particularly exhilarating feeling.

I turned around, put my arm around my wife, and said, "Yes, we really are talking about your shameful deeds. Tell me, what unspeakable shameful things have you done?"

"Oh, wronged! I haven't done anything shameful!" my wife exclaimed coquettishly, her eyes filled with lust.

"Really not?" I deliberately held up three fingers to my wife.

"Moonlight over the River, Beauty's Robbery, Jade Maiden Playing the Flute, Red-Powdered Executioner!"

"Pah!" My wife immediately understood that I was referring to the gang rape she suffered by three men by the river on Mid-Autumn Festival night, as well as her masturbation and semen ingestion for her ex-boyfriend. Her face flushed red, and she swayed her big buttocks and ran into the bedroom, not daring to come out for a long time.

(X)

He Chao and I continued to talk about her sex stories. I remembered the secret nude photos in my wife's small bag and couldn't help but ask about the photos of him ejaculating on my wife's face that he had taken on Mount Tai.

He Chao was embarrassed at first, probably not expecting his wife to reveal even this to me, but he quickly calmed down and apologized to me, saying that he had just broken up with my wife at the time and was full of resentment towards her. His male companions in the dormitory did not know the truth and mocked him for being dumped by my wife halfway. Out of a desire for revenge and to show off, he impulsively showed the photos of him ejaculating on my wife's face to the boys in the dormitory.

When the boys saw the obscene photos of my wife, her face covered in semen and even her mouth smeared with white fluid, they were overjoyed, as if they had found a treasure. They all demanded these rare erotic photos of their dream girl. He was overwhelmed with requests, and later he simply gave them the negatives, letting the boys who wanted to collect my wife's explicit photos take them to a photo studio for developing.

He Chao vaguely remembered that more than sixty boys had asked him for these negatives, many of them classmates from other classes. Some people reportedly had more than ten sets developed in one go, keeping them for their own enjoyment or sending them to friends all over the country.

He couldn't say exactly how many obscene photos of my wife's face had been leaked, but he estimated it was no less than a thousand...

He Chao's words made my heart sink. My God, my wife is still completely unaware. She probably never dreamed that every boy in her class possessed obscene photos of her, photos that had circulated throughout the school and even across the country during her school years… Over the years, her wanton and ugly appearance had been admired, played with, and commented on by countless men. Many must have even masturbated in front of the photos of her…

My face flushed. Seeing my red cheeks, He Chao straightened up and apologized to me repeatedly.

“Sigh, I can’t blame you. You did it impulsively in a fit of anger. But it’s okay, photos are meant to be seen. It’s pointless if no one sees them…” Afraid he would laugh at me for being petty, I could only try to comfort him.

“That’s right… that’s right, her photos will definitely be very popular.” He Chao also deeply admired my magnanimity, nodding repeatedly like a chicken pecking at rice.

"So... when you took the photos of my wife, did you draw a thick penis on her cheek and lower abdomen? Or did you make her kneel on the bed with her plump white buttocks sticking out, turning her head to smile at the camera, and write some big words on her buttocks?" I pressed on.

"No! Absolutely not! I only ejaculated on her face, I absolutely did not draw on her face, nor did I write words on her buttocks! I swear!" He Chao said, betting.

It seemed that the photos in my wife's bag were not taken by He Chao, but belonged to someone else. Who could that person be?

"Don't you still not believe me? Why don't you ask Ah Ling to ask?" He Chao looked at me and said.

"Don't be nervous, I'm just asking casually, I trust you." I patted He Chao's shoulder.

We continued drinking and chatting tirelessly...

It was late at night, so my wife and I invited He Chao to stay at our house, and he didn't stand on ceremony and actually stayed at our house.

After getting into bed, the thought of my wife's ex-boyfriend sleeping next door, and his stories about his and my wife's sex life, including the mysterious nude photos in her purse, aroused me, and I started making love to her.

After my wife was gang-raped by three men on Mid-Autumn Festival night, I somehow developed impotence and hadn't been able to have satisfying sex with her. This time, however, I was incredibly hard, just like the first time I made love to her.

I remembered our first time together; when my penis, like a pillar of fire, pressed against her thighs, I didn't know where to go. At that moment, images of sex scenes from adult films I'd seen flashed through my mind. I tried to place my penis at her entrance; her body shuddered, and her vaginal fluid flowed out. Because of the abundant fluid, my glans easily slid in. She cried out, and her body began to convulse. I panicked and dared not move. She slowly calmed down.

I whispered in her ear, "Does it hurt?"

She hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Can I be gentler?"

she asked. She nodded again.

So I carefully inserted myself, but she frowned. Finally, I reached the inside, and we both breathed a sigh of relief. I started thrusting, mimicking the movements in porn movies. Wow, waves of pleasure washed over me. Her body writhed wildly with my movements, her hands digging into my back, her mouth involuntarily and desperately trying to suppress moans and whimpers. I knew she was feeling just as good as I was.

But soon, I felt an urge to urinate, something desperately trying to burst out. Suddenly, I ejaculated inside her. Our bodies convulsed, tightly intertwined, and she pressed her hands against my buttocks.

I never imagined first sex could be so wonderful. I just didn't see her bleed like in the books, so I wondered if it wasn't her first time, and I forgot to ask. We hugged tightly, and suddenly she started crying. I asked her what was wrong, but she didn't answer, so I held her tightly.

That night, she didn't go home but stayed with me. In the morning, we did it again, and it was just as wonderful.

Later, we moved in together. During school holidays, we made love almost every day—front, back, on top, below—using every possible position.

At that time, she was a junior in college, but those days left me with very beautiful memories, which I still often reminisce about even after we got married.

Right now, we've been at it for almost half an hour. I'm a little tired, but I haven't ejaculated yet. I remember those widely circulated photos of my wife's face being ejaculated on, and suddenly I felt a surge of desire for her mouth. So I lay on the bed, put my penis in her mouth, and started thrusting while randomly grabbing her full breasts.

My wife kept moaning softly, as if afraid her ex-boyfriend would hear, but her hands were passionately gripping my testicles.

Images of my wife and that man next door named He Chao flashed before my eyes: his naked arms around her, him masturbating her, her hands covered in his semen, her taking his penis into her mouth like he was doing to me now… If her hymen hadn't been broken long ago, He Chao might have been her husband for life, her mouth and vagina open only for him.

"She's so lewd,"

I thought, recalling the Mid-Autumn Festival night by the river, my wife like a fat, white sheep, being gang-raped by three ugly men… and the nude photos in her bag, showing her posing in various wanton and ugly ways towards that man whose name I didn't even know. It was clear her relationship with that man was far from ordinary; her backhand smile, with her buttocks sticking out, showed no sign of reluctance. Clearly, it was adultery, not anything else.

Her vagina must have been penetrated by that man countless times! What's most infuriating is that she had that guy write the words "Meatstick Baby, come and fuck this slut's cunt" on her buttocks. There were also several lewd and obscene photos that opened my eyes and left me speechless.

But now, she's nestled in my arms like a little bird, letting me thrust into her.

Life is truly unpredictable, and human relationships are even more uncertain.

I couldn't hold back any longer; my penis was already thick and large, and a stream of hot semen finally shot into my wife's throat.

My wife was seduced by Goubao when she was young and had his penis sucked. Childhood experiences have a significant impact on a woman's sexual orientation throughout her life, so she's never been averse to oral sex. Except for the time she was gang-raped by the river on Mid-Autumn Festival, when the three men forced her to suck their semen. She said she felt she couldn't bear it anymore because, judging by the taste, she could tell those three men hadn't showered for at least two weeks; the pungent smell of their penises almost made her faint.

I told her that her own husband's penis tasted the purest, and my wife pretended to be greedy and "nibbled" on my glans.

Her ex-boyfriend was sleeping next door; he probably never imagined what was happening between my wife and me in bed.

I jokingly pointed to the next room and whispered to my wife, "Do you want to do it with him too?"

My wife pouted, her lips smeared with semen, and playfully retorted, "Yes, of course I do. She's his to begin with. Go and get her! If you don't, you're a little dog."

I pretended to open the door, but my wife quickly hugged me again... "No, she's your wife now, she only wants you!"

"Only want me?" I smiled bitterly to myself, almost revealing the secret of the nude photos in her bag.

Who was the man who took those photos? Why would she give herself to him?

This puzzled me greatly.

(XI)

The next morning, my wife went shopping with He Chao. I believed she would be a female tour guide who would make him happy and satisfied.

He Chao would stay at my house that night, and my wife and I agreed to watch football with him, and then we would drink and party all night to celebrate the Chinese team's early qualification! After

my wife left, I couldn't help but go online and share my thoughts.

After much thought, I feel that my family history, if written down, could really resemble an erotic novel, but without the heavy-handedness and explicit content of many obscene works. No wonder some netizens criticize me for not being satisfying enough. However, if any kind soul among the netizens is interested in helping to edit and organize it, and then use the mysterious nude photos in my wife's purse to expand on the story, adding scenes of her being brutally raped, it might actually become a decent erotic masterpiece. Of course, I will also provide some original materials at any time, and everyone can ask me any questions they may have.

My wife and her ex-boyfriend aren't here, so I sat down and wrote down the story above in one go. Because it's my own family matter, I didn't have to think too much about it while writing.

Just as I finished expressing my feelings and was about to log off, I found that Brother Rooster was impatiently sending me another message.

He said, "Brother Tianfu: Your wife was gang-raped by the river, which was my fault as the manager; I didn't do a good job of security. But this time, your wife's ex-boyfriend came to see her again, and you let her be so intimate with him. I'm truly disappointed in you. She's pitiful, but you're even more pitiful."

I asked, puzzled, "What's so pitiful about my wife and me?"

Brother Rooster said, "Judging from your description of your wife, I think she's still lying to you. I have to say, your wife has definitely slept with other men before! After losing her virginity at eight, she must have slept with multiple men! Those nude photos are proof! Now, your wife and her ex-boyfriend will definitely be having an affair too. You're too lenient! Do you think their relationship will just drift away and end with fate? Letting him stay in your house is like inviting a wolf into the house; you're so pitiful."

I said, "Thank you for your advice, Brother Rooster. But you should still think about how to catch my wife cheating."

"Okay, let's set the number eight," Brother Rooster said excitedly.

Time flew by, and it was October 8th, the day Brother Rooster had promised.

Last night, Chinese football finally won, though not a resounding victory, but it still made my wife, her ex-boyfriend He Chao, and me incredibly happy.

Chinese football had finally broken through that thin "hymen"! Although I hadn't personally experienced the thrill of losing my wife's virginity, the Chinese men on the football field let me share in that arduous yet exhilarating feeling of "deflowering."

For that, I have to thank them! Well done, Chinese men!

Throughout the match, my wife sat on my lap. Perhaps because we spent too much time with He Chao during the day, they didn't return until after dark, and didn't come home for lunch or dinner.

My wife was probably afraid I'd be unhappy, so she was especially affectionate towards me when we got home, even sitting on my lap while watching the game.

I glanced at her ex-boyfriend, feeling a little embarrassed.

My wife rolled her eyes at me and said, "What are you afraid of? Chao is no stranger to us. Besides, you're the head of the household. Why are you afraid of him?"

He Chao also joked, adjusting his glasses, and said, "Don't worry, I won't watch anything else, just the game."

We opened a few cans of beer and put on the coffee table the French braised beef, Italian sausage, and South Korean seafood canned goods they had brought back from the market. We ate, drank, and watched the game.

The Chinese team played terribly against Oman, a weak opponent on their road trip, which made me very angry. I said, "Looks like they're going to slip up again and not qualify."

When Yang Chen wasted a good scoring opportunity, I, who had drunk too much, couldn't help but say, "Looks like he should change his name to Impotent! He hasn't scored a single goal in six games, I'm so disappointed."

My wife pouted her plump lips and angrily turned to He Chao, saying, "My husband is right! He is impotent! Impotent! I used to quite like this handsome guy who came back from Germany, but he can't even score a goal like that. I think it's better to let you play than let him play!"

My wife was also unusually excited because of the alcohol, and she even uttered vulgarities that she wouldn't normally say.

He Chao chuckled, staring at her heaving chest, and said, "He's impotent, so you're saying I should play? Okay, I promise I won't disappoint you... but, I'm afraid Tianfu won't agree, right?"

His wife understood the implication in his words and pinched him lightly, saying, "You men are all the same. What kind of nonsense are you spouting? I said you should play football, not just sleep with me..."

"I understand. But it depends on whether Milutinovic agrees. I'll call his confidante, Ms. Li Xiang..." He Chao stared at his wife's flushed face, made a face, pretended to make a phone call, and then said, "Yay, Li Xiang whispered in my ear, and Old Mi agreed to let me play. He told me to do two hours of warm-up..." His

quick wit and humor made his wife and me laugh until we were breathless. Clearly, he was much more lively and adorable than when he first came to our house yesterday; no wonder his wife fell for him in the first place. Of course, his wife must have done some work while accompanying him out, making him much more relaxed. I had no idea where they'd gone or what they'd done all day; I hadn't even had a chance to ask my wife.

"What? Li Xiang's taking your side? Confess, is that little vixen involved with you too?" My wife, seemingly consumed by jealousy, grabbed his ear.

"Oh, please, please, I confess! Yes! Li Xiang is having an affair with me! I'll never do it again!"

He Chao made faces at her, and the two of them almost started a fight on the sofa right in front of me.

Perhaps influenced by Li Xiang's story, I didn't take it seriously.Indeed, during the Chinese men's football team's World Cup qualification campaign, Li Xiang was like a stunning beauty who appeared out of nowhere, whetting the appetites of fans and providing them with endless fantasies. Her sky-high transfer fee caused a huge uproar, making people envious. Her recent rumors with Milutinovic have spread like wildfire, with some even creating erotic novels depicting their affair, turning the Wulihe Stadium into a stage for their lustful encounters, which have been widely circulated online. In the eyes of fans and those who enjoy such stories, she has undoubtedly become a modern-day harlot, like Pan Jinlian, capable of captivating men. "Hey, do you guys think Li Xiang really slept with Milutinovic?" my wife asked boldly, taking a sip of her drink. "I think it's definitely true; there's no smoke without fire," I said.

"Right, otherwise why would Milu listen to her so much? And even give her exclusive news? As the saying goes, 'He who takes a bribe is bound to be subservient, he who sleeps with a woman is bound to be subservient…'" He Chao chimed in.

"Don't interfere. It's 'He who takes a bribe is bound to be subservient,' not 'He who sleeps with a woman is bound to be subservient,'" his wife pouted and glared at him defiantly.

"Milu was subservient because he slept with Li Xiang's nipples and 'little treasure' while they were sleeping together…"

He Chao teased her.

"Pah!" his wife chuckled, but then said, "Li Xiang is a talented woman from Peking University who's not even 30 yet, and she's already married. Why would she sleep with another man?"

"A moment of passion is worth a thousand pieces of gold! Li Xiang can make millions by sleeping with him for a few months. Why wouldn't she do it?

Didn't you see in the newspaper that her husband also supports her relationship with Milu? In this society, money talks." "He Chao said.

I couldn't help but think of my wife's friend, Zhao Meilai. She went to the south to work as a prostitute, and her husband supported her, didn't he? It seems that the world has really changed; people laugh at poverty but not prostitution.

" "But... Milutinovic is a foreigner, and an old man nearing sixty. How could Li Xiang be interested in him..." My wife, gnawing on a red sausage shaped like a penis, still tried her best to defend Li Xiang.

"So what if he's a foreigner? Haven't you seen porn? Foreigners are really good at that stuff, which can make women happy. Li Xiang has just had her fill of foreign pleasures..."

Perhaps seeing her gnawing on the sausage reminded He Chao of the times she ate bananas for him, and his gaze became ambiguous, and his words became much more explicit, "Besides, it doesn't matter that Milutinovic is almost 60. Haven't you heard that old age is a virtue? Men get more capable as they get older..."

"What do you mean, 'old age is a virtue'! You're talking nonsense. " "My wife blushed instantly.

My heart skipped a beat as I suddenly recalled all the rumors about my wife and her boss, Director Ma. Although Director Ma was over 50, his relationship with my wife was anything but ordinary. Was he also as 'vigorous with age' and 'more capable with age' as my wife's boyfriend said?

It seems I really can't underestimate him; he's a few years younger than Milutinovic... Could those nude photos in my wife's purse have been taken by him?

" "Pah, looks like you really have something going on with Li Xiang, knowing her so well." At this moment, my wife put a sausage in her mouth, looked at He Chao, and challenged him, "Then let me ask you, if your wife were to become a female reporter and interview Milutinovic, would you want her to be like Li Xiang?"

"My wife is a reporter, but she's not interested in football. If she went, Milutinovic might not even notice her, probably because he thinks her butt is too small." "I think you'd be perfect for this. You'd definitely make Li Xiang pale in comparison and Old Milu ecstatic. Not only are your hips as full and alluring as a foreign woman's, but I used to be the captain of the school soccer team, and I've given you a lot of stuff. Do you remember…?" He Chao boldly joked with her, turning the tables on her.

"You have given me a lot of stuff, but it was all dregs," his wife retorted, not understanding his implied meaning, trying to annoy him.

"Who said it was dregs? It's the essence of a man's whole being! It's a pity you didn't remember it, but swallowed it all!" He Chao laughed and retorted. Perhaps he had figured out my good temper, seeing that I remained smiling and silent, he boldly started teasing my wife.

"So you meant that dirty stuff you gave me…" His wife immediately understood his double entendre, her chest heaving with anger, but she didn't know how to refute it. She just bent over me and punched his crotch with her little pink fists, "I'll teach you to give me that stuff, I'll teach you that stuff!"

Seeing them so affectionate, I felt a pang of unease. Suddenly, I yelled, "Watch the game! It's happening!" "

Really?" They had no choice but to stop their antics and turn their attention to the television.

When Yu Genwei finally scored the winning goal for the Chinese team, my wife danced with joy, swaying her round, plump buttocks wildly and screaming excitedly, "Genwei, Genwei, I love you! I love you, I love you so much!"

I thought if Yu Genwei's wife heard this, or saw my wife's expression, she might challenge her to a drinking contest with three bottles of Shanxi aged vinegar.

However, as my wife's warm, soft buttocks swayed, they constantly rubbed against my penis, making it hard and pressing against her buttocks. It truly answered her call, and my "Genwei" grew bigger.

My wife was still jumping around wildly, her big buttocks twisting and swaying, her breasts heaving. My heart fluttered, and I couldn't help but grab her protruding, full breasts with both hands.

That evening, she was wearing the low-cut dress her ex-boyfriend had just bought for her during the day. Her fair breasts were completely exposed, and her deep cleavage was clearly visible. When

she cheered, I was afraid that she might accidentally let her mountain of breasts slip out of the dress and embarrass herself in front of her ex-boyfriend.

The dress was exquisite in style and material, and He Chao must have spent a lot of money on it. But my wife said it wasn't unreasonable for him to spend some money. After all, he was staying at my house, where he had food, drink, and a place to sleep. It was much better than staying in a hotel, and it saved a lot of money...

(12)

At this moment, firecrackers went off outside. To celebrate the Chinese team's qualification, people began to parade in the streets.

"The Chinese team really qualified! How should we celebrate?" I was so excited that I was incoherent, and I kept drinking beer.

"Didn't we agree? We should party, party! Party all night long." He Chao, a die-hard football fan, was also incredibly excited, drinking glass after glass, his gaze frequently and unabashedly drifting towards my wife's chest.

While we chatted excitedly, my wife seemed indifferent, simply stirring her orange juice through her straw. She had drunk some alcohol earlier, but fearing she'd get drunk, she'd switched to orange juice.

Occasionally, she'd stop stirring, blinking as if suddenly remembering something, and smiling slightly whenever her eyes met He Chao's.

But every time He Chao met her gaze, he seemed captivated by her rare charm, his eyes naturally sliding from her face to her chest, inwardly marveling at the existence of such a beauty, her slender figure flawlessly proportioned.

My wife's appearance was truly breathtaking; her delicate features, framed by shoulder-length, straight black hair, made her seem like a pure and alluring fairy.

"Stop drinking orange juice, it's too boring. For the victory of the Chinese football team, everyone has to drink today, drink until you're completely drunk." "I snatched the orange juice from my wife and refilled her glass with wine.

My wife, not wanting to spoil the fun, joined me, and the three of us started drinking. We two men kept urging her to drink, and soon she was quite drunk. In her intoxicated state, we all became unrestrained.

Fueled by the alcohol, I pulled off my wife's petticoat and unhooked her bra. Her snow-white breasts against her bright red nipples excited me, and I couldn't help but lower my head and gently kiss her nipples.

My wife's figure was almost perfect, and her panting from excitement only fueled my passion. My kisses moved down her full breasts, lingering on her pink navel, where I licked and kissed it with my tongue. ""Don't do that, He Chao is watching!" my wife cried out, her voice wild, her hips swaying. As she moved, she kept glancing at He Chao with an almost voyeuristic look, and whenever their eyes met, she cried out even louder. "It's okay, he's seen your breasts before," I said, drunk and losing control, pressing my wife down beneath me. In my daze, I knew He Chao's eyes were also "possessing" her, just like mine. But while I was enjoying my wife physically, he was "possessing" her visually, "raping" her mentally. "Maybe I shouldn't be here," He Chao said, swaying as he stood up, trying to leave.

"It's okay, we agreed to party together tonight." My wife and I almost simultaneously reached out to grab him.

"Hey, Chao, to wish the Chinese team a successful exit from Asia, do you want to kiss Ah Ling? You haven't kissed her in years, have you?" Seeing my wife's slightly pouting lips, looking shy and adorable, I took the initiative to suggest something to He Chao.

"Kiss her then, what's there to be afraid of?" My wife was already quite drunk, and boldly hooked her arms around He Chao's neck, putting her tongue into his mouth. This excited me extremely.

"Chao, Ah Ling was originally yours, you see, it's okay to kiss her." I then went on a drunken rampage, stripping my wife naked, even throwing her underwear aside, and smiled at He Chao.

My wife's body was completely exposed, and my short tongue directly kissed the flesh between her legs. My wife's continuous flow of vaginal fluid began to seep from the crevice in the center of her vulva. My tongue probed incessantly on her vulva, and she screamed, unable to hold back any longer. She reached out and grabbed He Chao's penis, who was sitting in front of her.

I realized my wife was about to make a move, so I aimed my penis at her vulva. I could clearly see that my wife's two tender labia were already swollen with excitement, and I could even smell her body odor, the scent of the vaginal fluid flowing from her peach blossom cave. An indescribable excitement welled up in my heart.

"Brother Chao, didn't Ah Ling give you oral sex before? I'm in a good mood today, so I'll let you relive that old dream. How about it?" I thought of the nude photos in my wife's bag, and of her cheating on me, and I couldn't help but say to He Chao as if possessed.

"This... how can this be appropriate?" He Chao's penis was already in my wife's grasp, and he said in surprise and doubt.

"It's okay, I've been wanting to see what it was like when she was with you back then," I said.

"Don't be shy, come on, he's a voyeur!" My wife, in front of the two men, displayed the unique expression of a woman in heat, as if I, the man possessing her body, wasn't her husband, but merely her lover. She saw right through my thoughts, then used her slender hand to pull He Chao's penis to her mouth, eagerly opening her mouth and taking his hot, large penis inside.

I saw He Chao's penis "swish" as it plunged entirely into my wife's cherry-like mouth, and I immediately felt a surge of desire.

My wife kept writhing, and He Chao, seeing my lack of anger and instead of anger, laughed, becoming bolder, his hands working in tandem with hers, constantly caressing her already hardened nipples.

I watched, my movements becoming faster and faster, thrusting in and out. My wife kept screaming, her screams growing louder and louder.

Suddenly, I remembered that I had always wanted to see a video of my wife and her ex-boyfriend being intimate; this had been my biggest goal. Wasn't this the perfect opportunity?

I had a miniature video camera that I'd just borrowed from my friend Xiao Liu. I'd originally intended to use it to film this football match, but He Chao's arrival made me forget about it. Now, it came in handy.

So, I pulled out of my wife's body and said to them, "You two keep playing, I'll film you."

"You really want to film?" My wife, slightly drunk, spat out He Chao's penis, asking half-shyly and half-annoyingly.

"Yes. But you can only do it like you did in college, no crossing the finish line." After agreeing on all the conditions, I took out the camera, let them onto my bed, turned on the lights, and aimed it at them.

He Chao smiled and scooped my wife onto the bed. My wife seemed a little nervous, glancing at the camera every now and then. He Chao seemed to notice my wife's nervousness, so his movements became even gentler.

He gently stroked her face, playing with her curly hair, then lightly lifted her chin, tilting her head slightly to meet her lips. He lowered his head and planted a deep kiss.

Their lips met, and his wife gradually became engrossed, savoring the deep kiss. Her hands rested on He Chao's shoulders, her entire body leaning against him, her breasts pressed against him. From this angle, her figure was quite alluring. He Chao reached out and began to knead

her breasts. As I had expected, his wife's naked body was snow-white and full, the lines from her chest to her waist perfectly defined. Especially when the light shone on her from the side, her skin appeared even whiter than snow, and her delicate breasts, even lying on the bed, remained firm and unyielding. On her snow-white breasts, the faint blue veins beneath the skin were faintly visible.

His wife offered no resistance to He Chao's caresses and kneading, but instead blushed and allowed him to do as he pleased. Her two firm, high breasts were white with a rosy tinge, and He Chao kept rubbing and playing with them, making his wife seem a little weak.

So He Chao quickly took off his clothes and climbed on top of his wife naked. He pressed his wife's body down and attacked her breasts, sucking on her small nipples with his mouth and pinching them with his hands.

Perhaps because I was there, his wife's reaction to the stimulation from He Chao playing with her breasts was very conservative. She didn't moan loudly, only her breathing was slightly rapid and her chest heaved.

After being caressed by him for a while, his wife would occasionally furrow her brows, while He Chao became more and more excited.

I understood that it must be because I was there that he felt a sense of mystery and novelty about his wife's sexual reaction, so his lust became more and more intense.

(13)

However, I didn't seem interested in their lovemaking. I just calmly turned the camera, thinking about how to realistically film their intimate scene.

Of course, I would also glance at my wife's alluring body from time to time. After all, He Chao was her first love, and I wanted their past romance to be faithfully recreated on camera.

As I filmed He Chao, his lust grew increasingly intense. Having tasted my wife's nipples, he shifted his focus to her armpits. He extended his long tongue, kissing my wife's armpits like a viper's hiss. The kisses caused her chest to heave violently, her brows to furrow more deeply, her nipples to harden, and a gentle stream of moisture to flow from her vulva.

He Chao's hand moved down her breasts, reaching the triangular area between her legs, where his touch revealed a wet patch. He hadn't visited my wife's secret place for years, and this return was filled with irrepressible excitement.

My wife lay on the bed, her legs spread wide. Through the camera, I saw her almost completely hairless triangular area. Her already sparse pubic hair had been almost completely plucked by men who had groped her on the bus a few days prior.

In the center of her full, rounded mons pubis was a clearly visible cleft. Her two hairless labia were already swollen with excitement, the flowing fluid making them even more glistening and slippery. While not as tender as when she was in college, years of repeated penetration had given them a more mature and alluring charm.

He Chao skillfully placed a pillow under his wife's increasingly white and plump buttocks, raising her vulva high and widening her pinkish slit, and once again used his tongue to lick and suck at the entrance of her vulva.

Perhaps he never dreamed that after so many years apart from my wife, he would have the chance to return to this treasure trove and drink its sweet spring, hence his extra effort…

I quickly captured these precious moments.

My wife, aroused by him, sucked on a finger, emitting moans and occasionally casting shy glances at me.i=38> He Chao's penis was already hard, and I knew he was eager to release himself inside my wife, but he remembered our prior agreement and dared not enter her vagina. At that moment, he glanced at me, then suddenly walked in front of my wife, aimed at her mouth, and thrust in, simultaneously bending down to kiss her nipple and squeezing three fingers into her vagina.

His wife let out a soft moan, tilting her head back and playfully kissing his glans with the tip of her tongue, a look of unspoken embarrassment on her face. This was their most common position back in the day, and she felt as if she were transported back to their student days of first love, her hands cupping his testicles…

My camera was focused on their genitals as they were copulating. Because his wife had no pubic hair, I could clearly see He Chao's three thick fingers inserted into her tight vaginal opening. This must have been how He Chao used to play with her in college.

His wife's vagina was swollen full by He Chao's large fingers, leaving no room at all. With each thrust and withdrawal of He Chao's fingers, her hairless labia were slightly turned outwards, revealing glimpses of her pink, tender flesh.

Whenever He Chao sucked on his wife's nipples and kneaded her labia, I felt a strange urge, even envy for his good fortune. I envied that since college, he could have sex with my wife's beautiful body, freely caressing her breasts and mons pubis, sucking her juices, and even inserting his fingers into her vagina.

Meanwhile, I could only watch from the sidelines, watching my wife experience multiple orgasms from his thrusting.

I moved the camera upwards and saw that He Chao's glans was being tightly gripped by my wife's lips, feeling incredibly comfortable. He thrust slowly and rhythmically, his movements gentle and skillful. My wife used her hands to caress his waist, and he rose and fell, gradually increasing the speed of his thrusts. His thick pubic hair almost obscured my wife's eyes, and his large testicles slapped against her face.

His wife's moans grew more frequent, and she no longer cared about me standing beside her. Her hands gripped his abdomen tightly, and she trembled as she said, "Faster! Faster! I want it!"

He Chao began to work hard, and mischievously, he separated a finger and inserted it into his wife's anus, thrusting hundreds of times in one go. His wife was aroused to the point of madness; she sucked on his penis with ecstasy, occasionally taking his testicles into her mouth and playing with them, waves of pleasure washing over her. She never imagined that she could relive her past with her first love right under her husband's nose, giving her a decadent pleasure. Moreover, his sexual skills were more sophisticated than before, and his penis was more powerful, almost piercing her throat…

He Chao quickened the movements of the three fingers inserted in her vagina and anus, and after a series of rapid thrusts, his wife quickly reached orgasm. He Chao thrust a few more times, deeply inserting his penis into his wife's throat, and finally ejaculated hot semen, most of it shooting into his wife's mouth, with some splashing onto her face.

His wife swallowed repeatedly with "gurgling" sounds.

He Chao pulled his limp penis out of his wife's mouth and collapsed onto the bed, panting. His wife, relieved that it was over, was no longer tense and instead gave me a shy smile.

Her smile was radiant, seemingly carrying the satisfaction and joy of accepting another woman's husband.

At this moment, I seized the opportunity and filmed He Chao's semen overflowing from her mouth.

He Chao and his wife's first act of lovemaking ended in an intensity beyond my imagination. He smiled at me guiltily and went into the bathroom. 05-10
(XIV)

His wife was still lying on the bed in a starfish position like a statue. I squatted down at the foot of the bed. On the surface, I was checking my camera, but in reality, I kept glancing up at the mons pubis at the end of his wife's legs.

Her legs were still spread apart. The rosy slit that had been there moments before, after being pounded by He Chao's fingers, was now slightly parted, and a little white, lustful fluid was flowing out of her vagina. The sparse pubic hair on either side glistened with the fluid.

My wife's full, rounded mons pubis fascinated me. Her legs were still spread; she didn't try to hide her private parts. I reached out to touch her mons pubis. She glanced at me, smiled seductively, and, seeing my intentions, proactively unbuttoned my pants. Gently, she used her jade-like hand to cup my penis, rhythmically stroking it up and down, making it even harder and thicker.

I remembered her affair behind my back and couldn't hold back any longer. I pushed my pants down to my calves, climbed on top of her, and pressed myself against her body. My

wife responded gently, naturally parting her legs and offering her rounded mons pubis to me.

My penis was aimed at her vaginal opening, which He Chao's fingers had just played with, and I thrust it in.

My wife's face flushed slightly, and she moaned softly with each thrust. As I penetrated her, I didn't forget to caress her alabaster breasts.

While filming her intimate scenes with He Chao, I had long coveted her delicate, fair skin. Now, I could finally plunge my most sensitive glans deep into her enchanting depths, touching her moist, soft flesh.

My fingers explored freely, caressing and kneading her supple breasts.

When I finally ejaculated inside my wife, her reaction was incredibly passionate. I remained inside her for a long time, until my penis softened, before withdrawing.

My wife said to me seductively, "You were amazing today!"

After we finished, we cuddled for a while before He Chao finished showering. He came to our bedside naked and said, "I'm really sorry about what happened today." He took out his wallet from his pocket by the bed, pulled out eight hundred yuan, and stuffed it into my wife's hand, saying, "This is just a small token of my appreciation. Please accept it."

"How can I accept this? Do you think I'm a prostitute?" My wife's pretty face flushed with anger, and she returned the money to him.

He then tried to put the money in my hand, but I said, "The atmosphere is so good today, don't spoil the fun. Besides, you didn't actually have sex with my wife, how can we take your money? Please stop, otherwise we'll all feel awkward."

He had no choice but to reluctantly take the money.

"Didn't we say we were going to party all night? What do you guys think we should do next?" My wife broke the ice first, looking at the two of us men expectantly.

"How about we do a nude dance!" I suggested excitedly.

He Chao agreed, so my wife jumped out of bed. The two of us men sandwiched her between us, me in front and He Chao behind.

My wife, naked, was sandwiched between the two of us—her husband and her first love—and she couldn't help but twist and jump with excitement. She would kiss me sometimes, then kiss He Chao sometimes, her hands each gripping one of our penises, playfully tapping and stroking them. Occasionally, she

would pretend to fall, kneeling on the ground. We would understand and walk over to her, bringing both of our penises to her mouth. She smiled shyly and began to suck on our penises alternately, one on each side. She even opened her mouth wide, seemingly wanting to take both of our penises into her mouth at the same time. But our glans were squeezed between her soft lips, unable to enter her mouth simultaneously.

Later, recalling the scene of my wife being gang-raped by three men by the river on Mid-Autumn Festival night, I made her lie on the ground like a bitch, her snow-white buttocks raised high.

At this moment, He Chao shoved his penis into her mouth from the front, while I penetrated her tender vagina from behind. The two of us cooperated perfectly, thrusting into her two alluring holes from both ends...

My wife undoubtedly recalled the time when the fat man and the skinny man attacked her from both sides on Mid-Autumn Festival night, her whole body trembling, her vagina quickly overflowing with a large amount of vaginal fluid, and saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth.

That night, we made her experience countless orgasms.

I was also extremely excited; I never dreamed that I would be playing a threesome with my wife's former lover. For a moment, I even thought about switching places with He Chao, letting him actually penetrate my wife's vagina. But in the end, I didn't say it. After all, sex and games are different. Although I had drunk a bit too much, I still understood the difference.

When dawn broke, the three of us sobered up and found ourselves completely naked. Thinking about what we'd done the night before, my wife blushed to the roots of her ears and jumped out of bed first, hiding in the bathroom, too ashamed to come out and face us.

I had to go to the door myself and persuade her, saying, "Honey, don't worry, I loved you last night."

My wife's shyness turned to joy, and she came out to make breakfast for me and He Chao.

For the next few days, He Chao stayed at my house. Every night, we'd get completely drunk, and then it would be endless games with my wife.

Because of that first time's wildness, we were even less restrained when we were together. Sometimes, we'd even watch the erotic video I'd filmed of them that night while discussing how to come up with new ways to play. But I never let He Chao breach my wife's last bastion… I wanted to torment him.

My mother called twice during this time. Once, He Chao and I were standing in front of her, and she made us kneel down and take turns giving us oral sex.

My mother chatted with me about everyday things, saying she'd recently been harassed on the bus again… My wife was playfully sucking on me from below, making me too afraid to even breathe. Influenced by my mother's voice, He Chao immediately ejaculated into my wife's mouth; my mother's voice was just too alluring. I'm sure if He Chao ever saw her in person, he'd definitely try to get her.

Later, my wife took the phone again and mumbled a greeting to my mother. At that moment, my mother probably never imagined that her precious son was having an affair with her daughter-in-law. And when her daughter-in-law greeted her, she was holding two men's penises in her hands, her mouth full of the stranger's semen!

However, He Chao seemed reluctant to part with my wife; their relationship was rapidly heating up. At meals, they fed each other, just like before. Their conversations always revolved around football. Even when taking a bath, they did it together, just like they did back in the Taishan Hotel... If things continued like this, I would seriously suspect that my wife might have an affair with him, offering him her vagina for his pleasure.

Fortunately, He Chao's wife called at this time, saying that she was followed by six thugs when she left the TV station last night. They broke into her house through the window, gang-raped her, and stole her jewelry and two bankbooks. She was still lying in bed, not knowing what to do, and asked him to come home quickly to deal with the matter.

Upon hearing this, He Chao was extremely anxious and immediately asked my wife to buy him a return ticket...

(XV)

Finally, He Chao left our house.

Hearing that his wife had also been gang-raped at home, I felt surprisingly relieved. It seems that gang rape of women is a common occurrence in modern society. He Chao's wife, as a dignified TV reporter, could not escape this fate. Hehe, I am not the only one whose husband is cuckolded; there are probably many such people among my readers and netizens.

But I still can't forgive those shameless villains who raped my wife by the river. They were too hateful because that day was the Mid-Autumn Festival. Even if they wanted to mess with my wife, they would have to choose another day.

So, I told my wife again that Brother Rooster and his brothers wanted to vent their anger on her.

The wife was still hesitant after hearing this, holding her chin in her hands and remaining silent for a long time.

On the one hand, she hated the three stinky men who gang-raped her on the Mid-Autumn Festival night. They didn't know how to show mercy at all when they had sex with her. Being able to let them get beaten made her happier than anything else. And this does not require her to record a statement, which is much better than reporting the crime to the police. She was embarrassed to tell the details of her rape and semen consumption in front of many police officers, and she eventually had to testify in front of her relatives, friends and acquaintances.

On the other hand, she was a little unhappy when she heard that she had to have real sex with those three guys again by the river. Those three lecherous men had traumatized her deeply, especially the frenzy they displayed during the gang rape, which still haunts her and sends shivers down her spine whenever she thinks about it. Their unwashed penises, which hadn't been cleaned for days, made her nauseous and vomit; she couldn't accept the fact that such filth would enter her body again.

I repeatedly tried to persuade her, saying, "You've already been raped by them, one more time won't hurt. Besides, all of this is to obtain real evidence, to induce them to ejaculate."

"Why do we need to make them ejaculate?" my wife asked anxiously, pouting. "Can't we think of another way?"

I stared at her heaving chest and patiently said, "If they don't penetrate you and ejaculate inside you, Brother Rooster and his gang will have no legitimate reason. They might even suspect our story is fabricated, that we're using them to vent our personal anger. But if we let them witness the horrific scene of the three guys gang-raping you again, they'll be filled with righteous indignation and come to your aid. And their actions will become the embodiment of justice...

If things escalate and the police get involved, they can easily escape because it's an act of heroism, with the other side's semen as evidence!"

"What you said makes some sense," my wife finally understood my good intentions. She wiggled her hips and said, "But thinking about those three vicious bastards, I'm still worried something might go wrong."

I said, "Don't worry, Brother Rooster has over a hundred brothers who want to help you. There won't be any problems. As long as I give the word, they'll be rushing to my house to ambush and arrest them."

My wife was already tempted, but then she was startled and stuck out her tongue, saying, "Wouldn't that result in someone dying? I don't want to beat those three lecherous bastards too badly; that's too cruel. They may have violated me, but they don't deserve to die. After all, they were just having a moment of pleasure. A little lesson, enough to make them kneel at my feet and admit their mistake, is enough."

I said, "Women are always more tender towards men they've had physical relations with. Okay, then I'll tell Brother Rooster and his men to go easy on them."

"Pah!" My wife scolded me, then said, "But with so many of Brother Rooster's men coming, I... I can't handle it..."

I laughed, "It's not like you're having sex with them, what's there to be unable to handle? Isn't it better the more people the better? More people means more power." "

That's not what I meant..." My wife blushed, "How could you think of me having sex with them? I meant..."

I patted her shoulder and said, "I understand. Are you worried that so many people will see you having sex with three lecherous men, and you're a little embarrassed? Don't worry, Brother Rooster already said that at the crucial moment, he will have his men lower their heads and not look. And I've thought about it, even if some of them can't help but peek, they won't see too much under the moonlight. Besides, when you were in Mount Tai, quite a few people saw you giving oral sex, and you were quite bold back then..."

My wife pouted and said, "Honey, don't laugh at me, that's not what I meant. I meant they're all from out of town, and so many people coming at once." "Where will we stay? Where will we sleep? Can you afford to feed us at a restaurant? Besides, dealing with three scoundrels doesn't require over a hundred men."

I slapped my forehead and hurriedly said, "Right, right, we don't need so many people."

My wife said softly, "How about this, if they really want to help me, Brother Rooster will pick about ten strong men to stay at our house. I'll take care of them. I guarantee there will be cigarettes, alcohol, and meat. They'll eat well and sleep soundly. However, I wonder if they'll charge us any extra fees? We don't have much savings."

I glanced at my wife's alluring backside and said, "They're all kind-hearted people, they probably won't charge us much extra. They mainly like you, pity you, and want to help you get revenge on those bastards who gang-raped you."My wife said, "That's good. You can contact them again. Also, make sure they keep it a secret. If they cause trouble or reveal that I was gang-raped to acquaintances, I'd rather they not come and I suffer in silence." I patted my chest and said, "Okay. The reason I invited them is because they don't know us and will leave afterward. Don't worry about that. I'll tell them everything else. What do you think?"

"Alright. Whatever you say." My wife finally blushed and nodded in agreement.

The thought of my wife having sex with three thugs right under everyone's noses suddenly made me hard. I pulled my wife into my arms, and she said coquettishly, "You want to rape me too?"

"So what if I do? Just because others can rape me doesn't mean I can't." I said, my hands already restlessly exploring her wet vulva and soft pubic hair.

"My dear husband, let's get revenge for me first," my wife said, her eyes lowered.

"Fine!" I had no choice but to sit down with my wife at the computer and go online to consult with Brother Rooster.

Brother Rooster had been waiting impatiently. As soon as he saw me, he said, "Brother Tianfu, I heard you say the other day that your wife was gang-raped by the river. It was my fault as the river manager; I didn't do a good job of protecting her. The brothers are all eager to avenge her."

My wife plopped down on my lap, glanced at the computer screen, turned back and smiled sweetly at me, saying, "Brother Rooster is such a good person."

"Of course," I said smugly, "there are brothers everywhere online."

Brother Rooster, unaware that his wife was with me, continued, "However, Brother Tianfu, your wife's ex-boyfriend came to see her this time, and you let him stay at your house for so many days, putting aside your revenge. I'm truly disappointed in you."

My wife and I exchanged a smile and said, "Brother Rooster's chivalrous spirit deeply moved us. The only fault is that my wife loves football too much, and her boyfriend used to be a football player… Watching football together as a trio was quite fun, and we even saw the Chinese team qualify. We had a great time that night… You can ask my wife how she had it that night if you don't believe me."

"Pah! Are you trying to get me into trouble?" My wife pinched my testicles, afraid I'd reveal the details of my affair with her boyfriend that night.

Actually, she had no idea that many netizens had already heard about her scandalous affair that night, including her various shameful acts of incest with my ex-boyfriend and me.

Brother Rooster, impatient as ever, said, "I watched football on the night of the 7th too. It wasn't great, but it was worth it. At least they made it to the knockout stage! Today is the 10th, Brother Tianfu, have you managed to persuade your wife yet? Do you still want us to ambush and catch those men who gang-raped her? Could it be that she's decided to forgive and forget because those men gave her pleasure? I warned you long ago, she's a slut who likes to be fucked by men..."

"No, no. Of course, we need you guys." I was afraid there would be a misunderstanding between him and his wife, so I quickly told him that his wife had agreed.

"So your wife is willing to let those three guys fuck her again?" Brother Rooster immediately asked with a smile.

"Yes, yes, she completely agreed." I glanced at my wife and nodded repeatedly.

"You men are all so shameless, you can even say things like that." My wife swayed her big butt and went to the kitchen to get a can of drink. While drinking it, she still turned back shyly to listen to Brother Rooster and me chatting.

"Hehe, your wife is so understanding. To get revenge, she agreed to let those three men have their way with her again. She's really generous! I admire her! Brother Tianfu, you're so lucky to have such a virtuous and lovely wife." Brother Rooster laughed and said, "Then we, more than a hundred brothers, will be waiting to put on a good show of catching her in the act. Make sure she makes the act real and makes the other man ejaculate a lot!"

"Don't worry, making men ejaculate is my wife's specialty!" I guessed that Brother Rooster didn't expect to be right next to me, so I said, "I myself often get all wet in no time because of her."

"You're talking nonsense!" My wife suddenly squatted down, unzipped my pants, playfully tapped my penis, and opened her mouth to take my glans in.

I was filled with immense pleasure, and said in a trembling voice, "Oh, right, Brother Rooster, my wife also told me to tell you that you don't need so many people, ten is enough. She said she can't handle too many people..." "

Really? What's she afraid of?" Brother Rooster grinned mischievously, "Sister-in-law, you're not being sarcastic, are you? It seems like the more men she has, the better." "

Is that so?" I retorted, but my gaze shifted to my wife, "Why don't you explain it to Brother Rooster yourself?"

"I'm too embarrassed, you should tell him." My wife's face turned as red as if she had applied rouge.

"No...no, my wife is worried that if too many of you come, we won't have enough room to stay. Our house can only hold ten people...and too many people will disturb the neighbors. It wouldn't be fun if everyone knew that my wife was gang-raped." I had no choice but to explain for her.

"I see." Brother Rooster immediately agreed, "Okay, I'll listen to my sister-in-law, ten men will come, the strongest ones. How about that?"

I breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Alright."

My wife suddenly spat out my glans and said, "Quickly ask him how much he wants to charge?"

I hurriedly said, "By the way, Brother Rooster, there's also... my wife asked me to ask you, how much will it cost for all this effort you've put in for her?"

"For your sister-in-law's sake, we'll cover our own travel expenses." Brother Rooster pondered for a moment, "Of course, you'll have to cover some of the costs. You know it's cold, and keeping watch all night isn't easy, so my men should have some late-night snacks to warm them up. If you really don't have the money, I think there's a good idea, which is to have your sister-in-law come and do some exercise with us, is that okay? Think about it and get back to me!"

"Exercise?" Without thinking twice, I said, "No need to think about it, I think I can agree to it right now: no problem!"

"Alright, we'll be at your house within three days! Tell your sister-in-law to wait for our good news." Brother Rooster laughed.

"Exercise? What kind of exercise?" My wife looked up and asked, puzzled.

I said, "Who cares? It's not like I'm asking you to do 'bed exercises' with them." After saying that, I inserted my penis into my wife's mouth again and started thrusting vigorously.

My semen quickly filled my wife's mouth...

(Sixteen)

On the evening of the third day, I heard the doorbell ring. Sure enough, Brother Rooster came to my house with his river management team.

I didn't expect that Brother Rooster was a bald man in his forties.

His deputy was a fat old man with a lecherous face. His fleshy eyes were always staring at my wife's buttocks. Maybe her buttocks were particularly beautiful, which made him particularly fond of her. The old man has good taste!

There were also two squad leaders. One was a one-eyed boy who was sinister and frightening. The other was a black-faced big man who was tall and strong, like the fierce general Zhang Fei. The other six men, all burly fellows, stared at my wife the moment she entered.

My wife, however, seemed quite unconcerned about what would happen that evening. She dressed provocatively, exposing her midriff and shoulders, intending to lure the three thugs to the riverbank. Therefore, she paid no attention to their gazes, instead acting like a cheerful little bird, constantly serving them tea and cigarettes, cooking and preparing meals, and even talking to them."Brother Rooster swallowed hard and said, 'Sister-in-law is indeed a beauty beyond compare. She's three times more charming than Brother Tianfu described online. Seeing is believing!' " "Don't follow my husband's nonsense," his wife said, still pleased with the praise, "many of my stories are made up by him. I'm not as cute as he makes me out to be. I'm getting old..." "Hehe, if you're not cute, then there are no cute women in the world," Brother Rooster squinted at her. "No wonder those men raped you on Mid-Autumn Festival. If I weren't Brother Tianfu's online friend, I might have committed a crime against you too." To be honest, it's really hard for any man who's seen my wife not to have bad intentions towards her. I could also sense that during dinner, every single one of the ten men's penises was hard on my wife. Besides, among so many people, my wife was the only woman, and she was so beautiful. Many of her scandalous stories had circulated online; it would be strange if everyone didn't fawn over her.

Finally, everyone had eaten and drunk their fill. That night, my wife and I went to the riverbank for some fun, just like on Mid-Autumn Festival.

Meanwhile, Brother Rooster and his men lay in ambush in the reeds.

The thought of us making love under the noses of ten men filled my wife and me with shame and embarrassment, but we couldn't care less, as we wanted to lure them out.

Reluctantly, my wife and I braved the cold and made love again and again. My wife's juices flowed everywhere, but the three scoundrels wouldn't show themselves.

In the middle of the night, we returned home to find Brother Rooster and his men shivering. My wife quickly went to the kitchen and prepared some food and drink for them to warm them up.

They then asked my wife to drink with them, and Brother Rooster even lit a cigarette for her.

To make them happy, my wife had no choice but to drink cup after cup and actually smoke the cigarette Brother Rooster had lit for her.

My wife's face was flushed from the alcohol, and with the cigarette in her mouth, she looked incredibly sexy.

Suddenly, the fat old man went on a drunken rampage, demanding that my wife dance with him. My

wife, remembering how long they had waited for her in the cold night, had no reason to refuse him. She staggered drunkenly and embraced him, practically collapsing into his arms.

The fat old man was jumping wildly, his eyes constantly darting to peek at my wife's cleavage through her loose sundress. My wife's breasts were shapely and alluring, and the fat old man slipped his hands inside her blouse, groping her breasts. He quickly removed her bra, leaving her completely exposed for him to fondle.

I was incredibly jealous. I had been attracted to my wife's beauty and those alluring breasts, and it had taken me six months to win her over and possess her. Now, these two pieces of her breasts, my private property, were being fondled and fondled by this fat old man—it was infuriating.

But I didn't want to talk about it. After all, Brother Rooster and his gang were guests I had invited; my wife and I needed their help. Besides, they vaguely reminded me of gangsters, and offending them wouldn't be a good idea.

I looked at my wife again; her back was to me, so I couldn't see her expression. Clearly, she had the same consideration and yielded to the fat old man. The fat old man pulled her shirt higher and higher, tightly gripping her breasts.

Everyone's eyes widened.

I saw one of his hands lift her short skirt to her waist, revealing a thin, sexy pair of panties underneath. His other hand was between her legs.

My wife's skirt was really short; the fat old man couldn't resist lifting it up, his fingers groping her panties. My wife, drunk, tried to push him away, but this only caused the fat old man to forcefully insert his middle finger into the indentation between her panties.

My wife's body began to writhe restlessly, but she didn't try to avoid him. Clearly, alcohol clouded her judgment; she was no longer fully lucid. Then

the fat old man became aggressive, suddenly pushing my wife against the back of the chair. My wife's upper body bent forward, her buttocks hanging high on the chair back—it was incredibly alluring.

The fat old man then pulled down her panties, but not completely, leaving them hanging on her right calf. He then inserted two fingers of his right hand into the dark, hairy area between my wife's legs and began to dig.

My wife giggled and swayed her large, plump buttocks in rhythm with him, like a mare about to go into heat.

I had never seen my wife so lewd. It was truly outrageous; even a thief breaking into the house and raping her wouldn't be this extreme!

But everyone else was watching with great interest, and I didn't dare spoil their fun, so I could only watch helplessly as my wife was violated by the fat old man. My wife's lower body was completely naked, and the fat old man withdrew his engorged penis.

My mind was racing. Would my wife be fucked by this fat old man tonight? What should I do if he really wanted to?

But my wife seemed to be enjoying herself. So, women are said to be lustful and fickle, and my wife was no exception.

Fortunately, Brother Rooster quickly noticed my pale face and went over to stop the fat old man from actually inserting his penis into my wife's vagina.

The fat old man, of course, knew why they were at my house, so he pressed his penis against my wife's buttocks and began thrusting up and down. Looking at it from here, if I hadn't known Brother Rooster had intervened, I would have thought he was actually having sex with my wife!

In the end, he ejaculated on my wife's buttocks.

Brother Rooster said, "Sorry, he drank too much today and saw you two having sex for too long, so he lost control.

Don't worry, we won't do anything inappropriate. We'll continue to help your wife catch them in the act tomorrow night."

I could only nod.

Nothing more was said that night.

Unexpectedly, the next day, we were disappointed again.

That night, thinking about my wife's shameful behavior dancing in the fat old man's arms the previous night, I became enraged and had sex with her five times in a row until my whole body went limp, but the three thugs were nowhere to be seen.

"Forget it, maybe those people will never come," my wife said, panting as she got up from the ground, adjusting her skirt. Her expression was unreadable, neither disappointed nor relieved.

On the way home, the weather was strange. Before we even got home, a dark cloud suddenly appeared, and before we could escape, it started to rain.

I had been trying to shield my wife from the rain, but when I saw the wet patches on her back, revealing her bra strap, I suddenly felt a surge of desire. I deliberately pulled her hand and said, "Don't hide, don't hide! Let's take a walk in the rain, how romantic!"

My wife spat at me, but still tried to be funny, pulling my hand and waving it in the rain as we walked slowly.

The autumn rain was particularly heavy. I felt completely soaked, my vision filled with water, and I could barely see my wife. She half-dragged, half-pulled me to a phone booth.

I rubbed my eyes and saw my wife still fixing her long hair that was draped over her face and neck. I saw that she was completely wet, her dress clinging to her skin, her entire bra showing, and even her two nipples, which looked like shadows from the outside, were visible. The funniest part was that her navel and groin area looked almost half-naked because they weren't covered by the fabric.

When the rain lessened a bit, we ran home again. It was only two blocks away. I saw that my wife's buttocks were so wet they looked completely exposed, and I couldn't bear it, so I took off my shirt and draped it over her.

Brother Rooster and a few others followed us closely.

The fat old man kept patting my wife's buttocks; he knew she wasn't wearing underwear. My wife didn't get angry; instead, she chased after him, laughing and joking—it really didn't suit her as a housewife. Perhaps the fat old man's flirting last night had left a good impression on her.

I really wondered how she could be so close to such an ugly, fat old man. But I didn't stop her. Anyway, tomorrow was the last day, and we wouldn't see the fat old man again. Let him and her have their fun tonight. I had already told Brother Rooster that if we didn't catch anyone by tomorrow, we'd call it quits.

As we approached home, the fat old man suddenly picked my wife up, one arm around her back and the other around her knees, saying, "Let me carry your wife into the room! She's exhausted today. You were too rough with her, like a bull with a lamb, it hurts me to watch."

I forced a smile, opened the door, and he threw my soaking wet wife onto the bed. The spring mattress bounced, and my wife's short skirt flew up, revealing her vulva to us. She didn't seem to care, continuing to giggle.

I'd heard my wife talk about her experiences on the bus; she said she sometimes felt excited when strange men or other men touched her breasts and vulva. I felt both jealous and excited. Perhaps my wife, seemingly innocent, was actually a slut deep down, as many online claims.

The fat old man sat down on the edge of our bed and offered my wife a cigarette. She took it and took a deep drag. Then their heads touched, and they whispered something to each other.

It seems I'll have to go down to the kitchen and make them a midnight snack.

Fortunately, the rooster quickly called the fat old man out, so things were temporarily averted.

Finally, my wife went into the kitchen herself and busied herself cooking. She hummed a tune while cooking and chatted and laughed with them.

During the meal, everyone took turns pouring drinks for my wife and me. My wife, in particular, drank glass after glass.

For the next hour, they discussed the next steps in their plan to catch the adulterer, and my wife, her face flushed with drunkenness, occasionally chimed in. Clearly, she was quite familiar with them.

Around ten o'clock, the fat old man said he couldn't sleep and asked if we had any porn. I was about to say no when my wife, emboldened by her drunkenness, slipped into the room and pulled out a super-pornographic film—a gift from Director Ma. My wife and I had only seen the beginning and hadn't had a chance to fully appreciate it.

"I know you men like watching this. Take your time, I won't keep you company," my wife said, then staggered into the kitchen to wash the dishes. Unexpectedly, the rooster grabbed her, saying, "Sister-in-law, you can't leave. If you leave, it won't be fun for everyone."

"Yes, you can't leave," the fat old man said, pulling his wife onto his lap and wrapping his arms around her waist.

His wife pouted at him, feeling wronged, and had no choice but to sit on his lap and watch.

The movie was called "Bad Girls." The main characters were two girls younger than my wife, one named Xiaoli and the other Xiaohui.

In the movie, Xiaoli and Xiaohui appeared, busy greeting the men around them. Xiaoli was wearing a super mini black bodysuit, almost half of her full breasts were exposed, with only two thin straps around her neck, supporting her two cups and her full breasts. The fabric at the back of the dress was even more minimal, and the skirt was just big enough to cover her buttocks. The material of the dress was extremely thin.

I bet this dress could be hidden in her small purse; it was even smaller than the ultra-thin underwear that Director Ma bought for my wife.

Xiao Hui was also wearing the same white clothes. A guy asked Xiao Hui why she dressed the same way. Xiao Hui said, "Actually, it's still different. I'm wearing white, and Xiao Li is wearing black, so I'm a good girl, and Xiao Li is a bad girl." Xiao Li returned a smile.

The male protagonist, Xiao Tang, said, "She's a bad girl?"

Xiao Li nodded.

Xiao Tang continued, "Let's see how you prove you're

a bad girl." Xiao Li walked towards Xiao Tang in a very seductive manner and placed her hand on his crotch. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Xiao Li actually unzipped Xiao Tang's pants and pulled out his penis. Xiao Tang's penis was about 20 centimeters long and was still erect. Xiao Li knelt in front of Xiao Tang and shamelessly stuffed the entire penis into her mouth.

She sucked on Xiao Tang's penis with a ferocity I had never seen before. It was unbelievable that she could insert such a long penis into her throat.

I had originally intended to stop my wife from showing this film, but now I was stopped by some strange thoughts; I found myself wanting to watch more.

Xiaoli looked so sexy. In all the years since I married her, I had never seen another woman make love like this.

I couldn't help but glance back at my wife; she was curled up in the fat old man's arms, and I felt like I was looking at a completely unfamiliar woman. Among so many men, she was the only woman, and she was watching this kind of film!

She was watching intently. At the same time, I noticed that the other men's eyes were also occasionally fixed on her, and my lower body became hard; I wanted to see how the other men treated my wife.

To observe the situation more realistically, I pretended to be tired and sat down in a corner to take a nap.

Five minutes later, Xiaotang seemed to have reached his limit. He roughly grabbed Xiaoli's head and violently thrust his thick penis repeatedly into Xiaoli's throat. Soon after, he ejaculated all his sticky semen into Xiaoli's mouth, flowing into her stomach, and Xiaoli didn't seem to find it disgusting at all.

Finally, Xiao Tang pulled his glistening penis, covered in Xiao Li's saliva, out of Xiao Li's mouth. Only after her penis was gone could Xiao Li begin to smile. She looked into Xiao Tang's eyes and told him, "It's delicious."

Then she stroked Xiao Tang's penis with her fingers. Some white foam seeped from Xiao Tang's glans. Xiao Li stuck out her tongue and continued to lick Xiao Tang's penis, sucking the last drop of semen into her mouth, and then licking Xiao Tang's penis clean.

When Xiao Li's performance ended, everyone in the audience stood up. After a deep breath, Xiao Li received enthusiastic applause...

"Wow, this woman is so bold! She's really something!" Brother Rooster said, leading the way. "

When will my sister-in-law give us a performance too?" The fat old man, seeing that I seemed to have fallen asleep, boldly stroked my wife's buttocks. "You're even cuter than the two leading ladies."

"Yes, if my sister-in-law were to act, it would definitely be a box office hit." The one-eyed boy also glanced at me and surprisingly chimed in.

"Pah, stop babbling. Do you guys want to see the next episode?" My wife chuckled, not seeing me, and asked with a seductive look in her eyes.

"Yes, of course we do! Hurry up and play it!" the burly man with the dark face shouted.

Because my wife was there, everyone was enjoying the porn quite a bit, and no one left. I understood that many people had already taken my wife for the female lead in the film. Besides, she was already showing signs of intoxication, which made

her even more adorable. I could only pretend to be asleep and let my wife go over and change the disc for the next episode.

When the camera returned, it showed two huge foreign black men walking towards Xiaoli.

I thought their appearance was perfectly timed. Because my wife had a very strict upbringing, and her grandmother had been raped by an American sailor in Shanghai, foreigners were not welcome in her family. So I perked up and secretly watched the situation unfold, also wanting to see my wife's reaction.

When they approached, I squinted and saw that my wife's expression was indeed a little tense.

The two foreigners pulled out their large penises and stood in front of Xiaoli. One of them, holding a huge penis, said, "Come on, little beauty, let them see you put this big thing into your mouth!"

I thought Xiaoli was refusing. But surprisingly, Xiaoli slowly approached the black man, pressed her wanton body against him, reached down with one hand, grasped his penis, and began to masturbate him. At the same time, she rubbed her full breasts against his body, while her other hand encircled the neck of the black man

next to her , pressing his head down close to her face.

Xiaoli gave the black man a passionate kiss, his thick lips completely covering hers, while his other hand tightly squeezed one of her breasts. Xiaoli stopped kissing and gently licked the black man's lips with the tip of her tongue.

Xiaoli's enthusiasm spurred the black man to roughly rip off her shirt. He then grabbed her breasts with his large hands, pulled her nipples together forcefully, and opened his mouth wide, taking both breasts into his mouth. Stimulated in this way, Xiaoli's sensitive nipples involuntarily arched her back.

The black man sucked for about a minute, then stopped and turned to suck on Xiaoli's mouth. Xiaoli seemed only interested in what she held in her hands; she knelt down and took the huge black penis into her mouth, beginning to perform oral sex on the black man.

I couldn't believe that such a beautiful Eastern girl like Xiaoli would perform oral sex on a black man; the scene was incredibly stimulating!"Wow, foreigners are really amazing!" My wife, who was still a little drunk, blurted out even though I wasn't there.

I truly cannot believe that my pure and beautiful wife would agree to watch such a brutal and obscene film with so many men at the same time. She even whispered to them from time to time. It seemed she had drunk far too much.

Then, as Xiaoli shoved the 30-centimeter black pipe down her throat, another black man lifted Xiaoli's skirt and began touching her vulva through her underwear.

Xiaoli cooperated by raising her buttocks, and when her vulva was exposed, the black man behind her immediately inserted his 25-centimeter penis. The two men, one in front and one behind, rhythmically fucked Xiaoli, their thrusting and withdrawing movements synchronized, their two large black penises moving back and forth inside her white body.

Then, the scene shifted to another corner of the room, where moans came from. I opened my eyes and saw another girl, Xiaohui, lying on top of a guy, who was inserting his not-too-large penis into her vagina from below. Beside Xiaohui were two other men, one using her mouth, and the other fucking her anus.

This is the second time I've seen a woman having sex with three men at the same time. The first time, of course, was when my wife was gang-raped by three men on Mid-Autumn

Festival. While the three men were having sex with her, Xiaohui seemed to be experiencing continuous orgasms.

The first man to ejaculate was the one who inserted his penis into her mouth; Xiaohui didn't miss a single drop of his semen, sucking it all into her mouth.

The second man to ejaculate was the one who played with her anus. He suddenly pulled his penis out of her anus and ejaculated into her mouth. Without hesitation, Xiaohui took the ejaculated penis into her mouth and cleaned it with her tongue.

Finally, Xiaohui pulled out the penis that had been violently thrusting into her vagina and tightly held it in her mouth. After a few thrusts, some white semen splattered from the corner of Xiaohui's mouth; the man had ejaculated.

After he finished ejaculating, Xiaohui opened her mouth, letting everyone see the semen that had just been ejaculated into her mouth. Then, she let the semen drip from the corner of her mouth and smeared it on her large breasts with her hands.

Finally, all the men ejaculated. Xiaohui licked their penises clean and tucked them back into their pants. Before they left, Xiaohui gave them a passionate kiss.

For the next hour, all the men in the film fucked every hole that could be found on Xiaoli and Xiaohui's bodies. Xiaoli seemed to insist that all the men ejaculate in her mouth, but Xiaohui was different.

Everyone watched these two beauties being fucked.

I turned around and looked back at my wife. The room was dimly lit. She was still sitting drunkenly on the fat old man's lap. Although her skirt covered her, I guessed that the fat old man's penis was inserted into her buttocks, because he was rhythmically thrusting upwards.

This was a new sight for me. My wife had always refused to have anal sex with me, but now every thrust of this fat old man seemed to satisfy her strong desire. She just smiled with a red face and didn't seem to mean any insults to the fat old man.

The big black man next to her, unnoticed, held his penis and moved closer to my wife. My wife was letting the fat old man fondle her ass while occasionally and secretly caressing the burly black man's penis.

Within minutes, under her skillful caresses, the black man ejaculated, and my wife, like a heroine in a movie, unhesitatingly swallowed all the semen, then licked the man's penis clean with her tongue.

The fat old man, who was penetrating her anus through her skirt, began to groan, and my wife immediately jumped up, knelt before his crotch, and took his filthy, thick penis into her mouth, swallowing the ejaculated semen.

This seemed so unlike my reserved and introverted wife. Regardless, I decided to confront what I was seeing. For some reason, I couldn't stop them from playing here, at this time.

I wanted to continue watching, but I'd drunk too much beer; my bladder was about to burst, so I had to leave temporarily and walk across the hall to the toilet.

After I finished, I heard a woman giggling in the living room. I thought it was the stripper from the movie, so I immediately left the toilet to return to the living room.

But I had a strange feeling, as if the laughter sounded very familiar. This thought flashed through my mind, but when I walked into the hall, I was stunned.

(Seventeen)

It turned out the movie had ended, and everyone had started dancing.

I stood at the living room doorway and saw a sexy, beautiful woman standing in the middle. She had long, flowing hair, bright eyes, a standard height of 165 cm, and a figure that would make any man swoon—

37D.23.34. And I was absolutely certain of those numbers, because she was my wife—Ah Ling!

About two minutes later, the DJ started playing some rock music. My wife walked to the center and began with a very seductive dance, eliciting gasps of admiration from the men around her.

I overheard one man say, "I can't believe such a beautiful and alluring woman would do something like this."

"Heh heh, she's had too much to drink," another man chuckled wickedly.

My wife usually seemed like a normal housewife, but when drunk and promiscuous, she was a complete and utterly promiscuous bitch.

When the music ended, the wife stopped dancing and sat on the back of a man in the middle, her clothes barely covering her private parts. When the music completely stopped, she drunkenly said, "Who wants to kiss me?"

Immediately, all the men rushed forward. The wife chose the burly, dark-faced man and two other men who were closer. The three men stood beside her.

She reached out her hand, asking them to help her up. A large, dark hand pulled her up, and she pulled down her clothes, revealing one breast. These men were all large. The wife told them to take off their clothes, and the three of them quickly removed their clothes, revealing three large penises.

The wife reached out and grasped the three large penises. She asked the burly, dark-faced man to help her take off her clothes. As the dark-faced man ripped off her top, her breasts were still trembling. The clothes were thrown on the ground, and the wife stood on them.

The men, seeing the wife's perfect body, began to jeer. It was clearly visible that the wife's vulva was so wet it was almost dripping onto the floor.

She had the dark-faced man lie behind her, while the other two stood beside the cushion. The wife lay down, aligning her vulva with the dark-faced man's large, dark penis. She first rubbed her vulva against his shaft, then moved her hips, allowing the large penis to penetrate her. A nearly 30-centimeter-long penis was almost entirely inside her.

Suddenly, the wife twisted her hips, and the dark-faced man's penis slipped out. She gestured with her lips, indicating that she wanted him to put it in her mouth. The dark-faced man walked behind his wife, first rubbing the head of his penis against her lips, then inserting his 30-centimeter penis deep into her throat. The dark-faced man seemed incredulous that his wife could take such a large penis into her mouth.

Then the wife called for the other two men to join in. These two men had penises about 20 centimeters long. They brought their penises to her mouth, and she took turns sucking on them. The three of them thrust in unison, and the initially slow pace quickened.

Five minutes later, the penises in my wife's mouth ejaculated. She had just licked them clean when he finished, and then fed her a large mouthful of semen.

She immediately cleaned him up again, licking away any remaining bits and secretions from the dark-faced man's penis and swallowing them.

My drunken wife received a standing ovation; she even thanked the three men who had come on stage and, staggering drunkenly, escorted them back to their seats. Then she told them she was still very horny…

I didn't want to stay any longer and went back to my room alone. However, no one noticed me then.

I lay in bed, fuming, waiting for my wife to come over.

When my wife returned home, it was nearly midnight. She was very surprised to see me still awake. I told her I had just woken up from a dream.

By then, she was much more sober. She asked why I hadn't called her when I went to bed.

I told her I was very satisfied with her behavior that evening, and that I had dreamt she was having sex with another man.

My wife reacted sharply; she began to tremble, forcing herself to remain calm as she found a chair and sat down. Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed, then asked me, between choked sobs, what else she had dreamt about.

I told her I had dreamt about everything—that she was having anal sex with a fat old man through her skirt, and that she was being fed semen by large men.

My wife's drunkenness vanished, and she cried even louder. Clearly, she vaguely and directly remembered everything that had just happened.

A minute later, my wife asked me why I hadn't seen her.

I told her I hadn't slept at all; I had been watching with my eyes open.

My wife told me I should have stopped her; she was too drunk to control herself. I countered with a question: why would I stop something I'd never seen before, something that excited me so much?

My wife was startled by my answer. She lowered her hand and looked at me, saying, "This excites you?"

I replied again, "I'd enjoy watching all the men in the house do it, more than you doing it to me."

My wife started crying again. After a while, she said, "I know you're just saying that out of anger. You should hate me. Now you should leave me."

I said, "I won't leave you. Please stop crying."

My wife looked at me with suspicion and then asked, "Even if I did this, you still want me?"

I said, "Of course. I've said it before, I'm a special kind of husband. Didn't you get fucked by someone else on Mid-Autumn Festival? I still love you just the same."

Hearing this, my wife jumped onto my lap and hugged me tightly, "Honey, you're so good to me." I

asked again, "Why did you do this?"

My wife replied, "It's all your fault! You dragged someone else here..." I caught them cheating. If I didn't offer them small favors, would they have gone to such lengths? That's why I drank heavily with them. I didn't expect to lose control after getting drunk. But even though they were drunk, I didn't actually have sex with them; I just gave each of them oral sex. "

I asked in surprise, 'You really didn't let them penetrate you?'

My wife proudly said, 'No! Feel it if you don't believe me! I really didn't have sex with them.'

I said, 'There's no need. I believe you, and I hope you can enjoy your life.'

My wife looked at me expectantly, and I added, 'From now on, I want you to let me do it well.'

My thoughts returned to when my wife was watching the video. I was certain that my wife, with her outstanding achievements in sex, would give her husband a beautiful orgasm, just like she gave all the men staying in my house tonight."

I said, "Ah Ling, from now on, I'm going to fuck you all night long, fuck you to my heart's content."

My wife smiled and said, "Wait a minute, I'll take a shower first, then I'll offer myself to you, darling."

I said, "Good idea." I added, "After you're clean, I want to see you dressed like a whore."

My wife smiled mischievously and said, "Give me an hour and a half. But be careful, we still have quite a few clients staying at our house."

An hour later, my wife appeared in front of me again wearing that dress. Her hair was specially styled, sprayed with a lot of hairspray, and she was wearing makeup. A thin rope hung around Xiaoli's neck, supporting her huge breasts. I could see her buttocks from under her short skirt.

My wife sat on my lap, rubbing her body against mine, and asked me, "What do you want to do, husband?"

I replied, "Oral sex."

My wife smiled, and I could see desire in her eyes. She asked, "Is this an order?"

I was silent for a moment, then asked again, "Do you like it when men ejaculate in your mouth and you eat it?"

My wife took a breath and answered excitedly, "Doing this makes me feel lewd, but lewdness excites me. However, I've already eaten too much semen tonight, please feed me down there, okay?"

"No." I laughed and said, "Ah Ling, I still want you to give me oral sex, and I'm going to fuck your ass properly later."

My wife started to move. She pulled down my zipper and asked, "You want to fuck my asshole and then let me drink your semen?"

I answered, "Of course, if you can make me hard again after I ejaculate, then I'll fuck your asshole again."

I looked into her eyes. She took off my pants and prepared to suck my penis. When her mouth took my glans in her mouth, I was surprised at how soft her lips were, and I was also surprised by her oral sex skills. It was unbelievable that her little mouth had already sucked the penises of ten men tonight.

When my wife's eyes met mine, I saw joy in them.

I was hard enough, so I lifted her head and made her lie face down on the sofa, lifting her skirt to expose her vulva and anus. My wife turned her head, looking at me with tender and longing eyes, and said, "Please put it in my pussy!"

I touched my glans, my penis erect, and lightly brushed it against her vulva, using her love juice as lubricant. Then I touched her pink clitoris; this was the first time I had looked at her anus so closely, it was truly beautiful. I pressed my glans, wanting to insert it directly into her back door, because the fat old man had already been inside her!

"No!" My wife still took matters into her own hands, guiding my penis into her vagina.

I began to thrust into my wife's tender hole with all my might, and she arched her back and began to moan. I seized the opportunity and pinched her left breast, squeezing it hard, almost making my wife scream with excitement. I pulled my penis out because I knew I was about to ejaculate. I shouted, "I'm about to cum!"

My wife immediately turned around, and I pressed my penis against her face. She greedily took it into her mouth, and I immediately ejaculated the most semen I'd ever ejaculated in my life.

My wife swallowed a mouthful of semen, letting some of the residue dangle from the corners of her mouth. Her hair was still perfect, with some of the remaining semen smeared on her lips.

I looked at my wife, who was full of energy, and said, "You're like a dirty bitch."

My wife showed no signs of fatigue and began to lick my penis clean with her tongue, her bright eyes fixed on me the whole time. After she had licked all the residue off my penis, she said, "Darling, if you say I'm a bitch, then I'm a bitch. I like the taste of men's semen."

I laughed and said, "Ah Ling, if you really want to be a bitch, then be one."i=47>My wife gave me a lewd look and asked, "What are you going to do next?" I thought for a while and replied, "I want to see you gang-raped by many men, just like on Mid-Autumn Festival night." My wife laughed and said, "You really like me like that?" She beckoned to me again and said, "Never mind, go to sleep. There are still many dicks waiting to fuck me tomorrow. I'll do some quick calculations, and those three scoundrels should show up soon." 05-10 (18) The third night, the waning moon hung in the sky, and a chilling wind blew across the grass by the river. Even after going out with my wife, I was exhausted. That night, after making love to her haphazardly on the grass, my mind was a bit confused, and I fell asleep without realizing it.

When I woke up again, I was stunned. Three men who had been waiting for me were standing in front of me!

My wife, because she was cold, had put on all her clothes, but now her two large, round breasts were completely exposed. The skinny man was about to reach out and touch her breasts and nipples.

My stunned state was only brief. Seeing my hesitation, the fat man said, "Hey kid, don't you recognize me? We brothers remember what happened on Mid-Autumn Festival. I didn't expect to get to play with your wife for free tonight!"

After saying that, he walked over to my wife, pulled her skirt down a little further, and hugged her slender waist.

My wife was scared and tried to run away, but the skinny man grabbed her.

She wasn't wearing a shirt today, but a short dress with a zipper in the back. The skinny man could only pull down the zipper, revealing her smooth back.

My wife still tried to run away as we had planned, but the skinny man grabbed her from behind and ripped off the clasp of her bra. She cried out "Ah!" and covered her chest, as if afraid that her bra would fall down.

The skinny man had already reached under her skirt and pulled down her panties. Her short skirt couldn't cover her cute white buttocks at all, so her two round, white buttocks were half-hidden and half-exposed in front of us, with the black pubic hair and red slit visible.

My wife hurriedly sat on the ground, saying urgently, "Okay, stop! Otherwise, I'll call for help."

The fat man smiled and said, "Go ahead and call, there aren't even any dogs here." He stopped and said loudly, "Damn it, we've seen your hole before, what are you afraid of?"

After saying that, he pushed my wife to the ground, grabbed her knees, and pulled them apart.

Wow, I almost had a nosebleed myself. My wife's entire vulva was exposed without any cover. Because her legs were pulled so wide, her labia were spread open, and we could see her little hole. To my surprise, her vulva was already wet. Maybe it was too stimulating, and she had a physiological reaction!

The wife, blushing, closed her eyes and said, "No, don't do this."

The skinny man retorted, "You say no, but I'll do it anyway!" He then turned to the burly man who was staring in disbelief and said, "Damn it, stop pretending! You didn't see it clearly last time, this time you'll get a good look!"

The wife's weak body arched back, making her large breasts protrude even more. The fat man bit down on her nipple, sucking on it, and then pulled it back.

The wife immediately began to moan and groan.

I don't know how I felt watching this, but don't think I was necessarily angry. Actually, I felt quite good; waves of dizzying pleasure rushed to my head. I thought that now that Brother Rooster and the others had seen my wife being played with like this, they could avenge me.

The fat man released his mouth and began to fondle and knead my wife's large breasts with his hands, squeezing them into various shapes like kneading dough.

He smugly told me, "We're really lucky tonight. Ever since we slept with your wife, we haven't wanted to play with our own wives anymore. City women are so much more appealing! So we originally wanted to go to a bar in the city to see if any women would take the bait, but they were too expensive. We couldn't afford it, so we just wandered around here, wanting to savor the fun of the Mid-Autumn Festival night."

I didn't say anything, just snorted coldly.

"Unexpectedly, as soon as we got to the embankment, we vaguely saw a beautiful woman who looked like she'd been abandoned here, so we came over immediately, and there she was! Our long-awaited dream fairy. Haha, we're going to have our second visit to the palace today, don't you think I'm lucky?" The fat man laughed loudly.

I was speechless, and he then lectured me like an expert: "Tell me how old your wife is? Is she newly married? Judging from her face, she's probably no more than 22, right? I'm sure, otherwise her vagina wouldn't be so tight. But her breasts are very mature, wow, I had so much fun!"

My wife is 26 years old. His guess wasn't very close, but it showed that my wife takes good care of herself.

He was playing with my wife, saying a lot of humiliating things about her.

I listened with a strange excitement, my eyes wide, watching as the fat man ripped my wife's panties off her skirt and threw them aside. Then, his thick waist pressed against her buttocks, pushing her back and forth a few times. He then pulled her skirt up, pushing it up to her slender waist, exposing her two white, tender buttocks even more clearly to everyone.

It was outrageous! But I could only pretend I didn't see anything.

The fat man seemed to realize his mistake and tried various ways to appease me. Actually, he wanted to relive the live sex show he and my wife had that Mid-Autumn Festival night! But this was exactly what I wanted. "Hmph, you'll get your show soon enough. Let's see how long you can keep up your arrogance!"

the fat man said. "Don't be fooled by the prim and proper faces of city women. Take your wife, for example. She looks so respectable, yet she likes coming to the countryside with you. Maybe she misses us brothers? Look again..."

With that, he ripped off my wife's dress and threw it on the ground, then quickly pulled it up as well.

My wife was now almost completely naked. He bent her legs and pressed them apart, exposing her vulva completely, even the small opening between her labia was visible.

I was so excited my genitals swelled, and I gritted my teeth, not cursing the three men, but cursing myself: how could I let my beloved wife lie here, letting three strange men spread her legs and expose her vulva!

The tall man also came over and said to me, "Look here!" His hand touched my wife's labia and he said, "Look at her, she looks so innocent on the surface, but these labia are thick, fleshy, and soft. I dare say she's incredibly slutty at heart. Any man who teases her a little, she'll definitely give in to him!"

After saying that, he squatted down, took my place, and spread my wife's legs apart. My

wife was startled and said, "How could you do this?" She still pretended to struggle to sit up, but she only struggled and never actually sat up. The fat man had already started probing her vagina with his index finger.

My wife cried out. I felt a little reluctant. Although I felt a little satisfied with humiliating my wife, I still couldn't help but want to help her. My wife was, after all, a college graduate from a prestigious university, while the fat man and his gang were just mindless, uneducated dockworkers.

"Should I let them have real sex with her?" I was conflicted.

At this moment, the fat man laughed and said, "Your wife is quite shy, but she's already wet down there." With that, he deeply inserted his index and middle fingers into my wife's vagina.

My wife struggled again, twisting her hips, but her right leg was held down by the fat man, and her left leg by the skinny man, like a lamb to the slaughter.

I knew she had aroused their lust, and my plan to catch them in the act was almost successful.

So I pressed my advantage, saying, "Please don't gang rape my wife, okay? I just had sex with her, she won't be able to handle it."

"Really? No wonder she's so wet down there," the fat man leered, releasing my wife, pulling down his pants and underwear, and taking out his penis.

My penis had already swelled up considerably when I saw my wife's vagina exposed; compared to the fat man's, his penis was strangely thick, a bit shorter than mine, but the glans was huge, like a small ball, with a few short, upright hairs growing from the side. Wow, so ugly!The wife, with her hands covering her chest and her crotch exposed, ignored it. The fat man said to her, "You be the judge, is my dick bigger or your husband's?" I pretended to vomit and turned my face away, then sat on the ground, covering my face with my hands, rubbing my eyes, looking completely dejected. The fat man walked over, shoved me, and said, "You fucking watch, we're going to fuck your wife right in front of you!" He suddenly turned and charged towards my wife. My wife naturally tried to dodge towards me, but he grabbed her, and the two of them rolled on the ground in front of me.

His wife was probably a little dazed from the fall; she didn't even realize her dress had been pulled up to her stomach, leaving her completely naked from the waist down. He then bent her legs and spread them apart, and the fat man, with a slight lift of his already swollen and hard penis, thrust it between her parted labia.

"Ah...no..." His wife, seeing the fat man on top of her, was both ashamed and angry, but dared not raise her voice too much.

The fat man bit his lower lip, twisting his thick waist a few more times, his large penis making a squelching sound as he thrust into her vagina, saying, "Who told you to be so beautiful and voluptuous? The first time I saw you, I wanted to fuck you every night!"

I knew that my wife would become completely weak whenever anything was inserted into her vagina, so as the fat man thrust into her, she only sighed, said nothing more, and simply closed her eyes, letting him ravage her beautiful body.

The fat man then ripped her dress off her shoulders, pulling it up to her stomach. His hands eagerly grasped my wife's two rather proud, white, and tender breasts, and he bent down to lick and lick her nipples, biting and pulling them with a loud popping sound.

Damn it! I didn't want him biting like that, tearing my wife's nipples beyond recognition. What would happen to them later?

But I just watched helplessly as the fat man raped my wife up close. He fucked her from the front for a while, then made her put her hands on me, and then he penetrated her from behind, fucking her like she was dead.

But I was incredibly excited. My lovely wife was being fucked to the point of death by this ugly man, her breasts trembling unsupported in the air. The fat man, of course, didn't miss this golden opportunity, reaching over to knead and rub her breasts, making my wife moan incessantly.

"Serves her right for cheating on me. Maybe this is her retribution." I thought of the obscene nude photos in my wife's purse, and a strange sense of pleasure welled up inside me.

The skinny man and the big man were also drawn to the scene before them, their eyes fixed on my wife, who was kneeling on the ground being fucked by the fat man. They watched as her large breasts were being kneaded, and the man's mouth was agape, drool practically dripping from his lips.

After about twenty minutes, the fat man ejaculated inside my wife's vagina.

After the fat man finished his lust on my wife, the big man rushed to pull down his pants, revealing his menacingly large penis, at least eight inches long, thick and erect, the round glans greasy and glistening. Damn it, he wanted to fuck my wife too!

My heart pounded. I had already witnessed them fucking my wife on Mid-Autumn Festival last time, and this was another new thrill!

This burly man probably had no idea that I wanted him to rape my beloved wife. After all three of them ejaculated, they were doomed! Of course, I was also a little worried because I didn't know where Brother Rooster and his gang were lying in ambush, or whether they had seen everything!

At this moment, the burly man moved my wife's genitals toward him. I took a deep breath and held it. My beloved wife was about to be raped by this dockworker right under my nose again...

The burly man pressed down, his penis already touching the outside of my wife's vagina. He suddenly stopped and said to me, "This position isn't good, it's not deep enough. Come on, kid, don't stand there like a log. Come on. Help me out, and we'll give her back to you after we're done."

I was scared of him last time, so I had no choice but to follow his instructions and walk behind my wife (towards her head). He lifted my wife's two jade-like legs, bent them in front of her chest, and then told me to help him hold my wife's thighs and spread them apart.

This position left my wife's vagina completely facing upwards and open, and my heart was pounding. I think I must have been a little confused at that moment, because I regretted it later. It wasn't just letting someone else have their way with my wife; I was also spreading her legs wide open for him to do as he pleased.

Fellow perverts, do you ever think about letting someone else have their way with your wife like that? Thinking back, I felt like a pimp, and my wife was like a prostitute. However, all of this was to seduce them, to get revenge on them.

The big man quickly thrust his enormous penis into my wife's vagina. I saw it so closely; he paused slightly after inserting three-quarters of it before thrusting it all the way in.

Although my wife knew it was all an act, she still moaned and groaned, her body twisting from side to side, her legs clamping together tightly. I couldn't hold her back, and she broke free.

But the big man's thick waist was pressing down on her hips, and even with her legs clamped together, she could only hold onto his thick waist and hairy thighs, completely unable to protect herself.

Seeing that I had released her legs, the burly man placed his hands on her knees and forcefully pushed them apart, making my wife's legs spread like a "V" shape, her labia also opening. He then pressed his fat body down, pushing his enormous penis even deeper into my wife's vagina. My wife

's cries, though not loud, were almost sobs. Her eyes were closed, but her teeth were biting her lower lip. Did she even realize that she was being violated and raped by this ugly, uninvited guest?

The burly man didn't have many tricks up his sleeve; he simply swung his large penis, stirring and thrusting it in and out of my wife's vagina. My wife's cries subsided, only becoming soft moans. Her vaginal fluids seeped out in large quantities, each time the burly man's penis withdrew, a lot of sticky fluid came out; when he thrust in, there was a "squelching" sound of the fluids hitting each other. The skinny

man couldn't hold back any longer and slapped my wife's buttocks. My wife was flushed pink from the beating, her back arched, her large breasts thrusting up and down with the burly man's assault, as if she wanted to be touched and squeezed.

The burly man was focused on thrusting into her genitals, ignoring her.

The skinny man reached out and grabbed her; they were hot and hard. He sensed my wife was already aroused. Just as his hand touched her breasts and then her nipples, she gripped his hands tightly, preventing him from letting go, and pressed them forcefully against her breasts.

The skinny man did as she wished, frantically squeezing and kneading her large breasts.

Seeing my wife enjoying being with another man like this filled me with jealousy.

The skinny man's squeezing of her breasts was like revenge, almost squeezing out her milk.

The burly man thrust in and out four or five hundred times. My wife's body was contorted and taut from the thrusting, her two originally snow-white legs now rubbing vigorously against the man's hairy thighs, making her inner thighs red. She was moaning "Ah ah ah."

This was a familiar orgasm for me; her vagina was constantly leaking fluid, which flowed onto the grass, wetting a large area.

Normally, when we made love, I would ejaculate at this point, and we would stop. But the burly man seemed unsatisfied. This time, he simply cupped my wife's buttocks with both hands and twisted his thick waist. His large penis was only halfway in, then he twisted clockwise, causing my wife's vaginal opening to sway back and forth, not to mention the intense churning inside.

My wife moaned loudly again, her moans very sweet and coquettish. I don't know who coined the term "moaning sound" to describe a woman's lewd moans; that person is a genius! My wife's moans are truly moaning sounds; any man who hears them would want to make her ecstatic.

I think Brother Rooster and the others must have heard her moans too; I wonder how they could resist... Sure enough

, the big man got angry too, turning his penis upside down and rotating it counterclockwise, then back again. I saw that my wife's vagina was very tight from his penetration; I thought if he used more force, he might even tear it! My wife

was panting heavily from his ministrations. When the big man fully inserted his penis into her vagina again, her mouth was wide open, her vagina completely exposed to his thrusts.

By this time, her legs were too weak to cling to the burly man's waist, and they swayed in the air with his thrusts, her vaginal fluids flowing freely onto her inner thighs and the grass.

The burly man finally thrust his penis into her vagina with all his might, then yelled. I heard a slapping sound, knowing he had ejaculated all his semen into her vagina.

He seemed to have a lot of semen; he ejaculated four or five times inside my wife's vagina before pulling out, spraying semen onto her lower abdomen and thighs. He was about to walk over from the side.

I've seen a lot of porn and know what men do after they've finished with a girl, so I hurriedly released my wife's large breasts. The burly man ejaculated twice more onto my wife's breasts, a white, sticky mess, making her completely filthy.

His penis quickly went soft, but it was still very large, with sticky white semen still oozing from the glans.

The skinny man was also aroused. He stepped forward, grasped my wife's chin with his left hand—she was panting with her mouth open, and his grip made her mouth open even wider—and then lifted her head with his right hand, forcing his already rock-hard penis into her mouth, pressing her head forcefully against his crotch.

I saw my wife's face buried between his legs, his large penis moving in and out of her mouth, her mouth and cheeks glistening with semen. My wife seemed to be cooperating, sucking on his thick, dirty penis. The

skinny man convulsed a few more times, and when he pulled out his penis, a long, sticky thread of semen stretched from my wife's lips and his penis.

What a lewd scene!

My wife lay sprawled on the ground like a dead man. The three men patted their buttocks, pulled up their pants, and said, "Brother, your wife is really fun and ecstatic. We need to catch our breath before we continue fucking her. Don't waste your time, fuck her a few more times."

Damn it, they fucked my wife like this and then made fun of me! It's too much. But I could only watch helplessly as my beloved wife was violated and humiliated.

All three men ejaculated, and I hoped that Brother Rooster and the others would rush out, but there was no movement in the reed marshes.

My heart sank.

(19)

The night grew deeper. The three men, including Fatty, regained their strength and started fucking my wife again.

This time they were even more ferocious, and all three of them came at me at once. The scariest thing was that, just like last time, the skinny man and the big man simultaneously inserted their two penises into my wife's vagina and thrust them in and out, while at the same time, my wife had Fatty's big penis in her mouth.

Semen gushed into my wife's vagina like a fountain, wave after wave, filling the air with the pungent smell of semen.

I can't even remember how many orgasms each of them had.

Fortunately, at the last moment, Brother Rooster and his gang finally made their move, successfully catching them in the act and giving Fatty and his buddy a sound beating. Fatty's leg was broken, Skinny's face was swollen, and the big guy's testicles were shattered, rendering him unable to touch a woman for life.

But my wife lay on the ground, her body limp like dough, unable to move, her vagina almost numb from being penetrated.

It turned out that Brother Rooster and his gang were afraid of insufficient evidence and that the buddy might retaliate desperately, causing unnecessary casualties, so they waited until all three of them were exhausted before delivering the fatal blow.

But recalling the scene just now and the way my wife was badly injured, Brother Rooster still felt guilty. He personally carried my naked wife back home.

My wife and I have a small but very elegant bedroom. Brother Rooster placed her directly on the bed, the air thick with the scent of a woman's body and the smell of vaginal secretions.

My wife, gang-raped and ravaged, lay naked on the bed, spread-eagled. Her eyes were glazed and unfocused, her breasts high and firm, her legs wide open, her private parts completely exposed, her hair disheveled, her labia slightly parted, glistening with dew, and traces of semen clearly visible. A small, glowing object protruded from her vagina.

Brother Rooster and the others took turns checking on her. Though her face was full of shame, she still thanked them.

I hurriedly dressed my wife, wanting her to get up and take a bath, but she said her buttocks ached terribly, and her whole body felt like it was falling apart. Clearly, those three guys had used too much force on her today, almost bursting her stomach and tearing her vagina.

"But they finally got their comeuppance," I comforted my wife.

"Yes, thanks to Brother Rooster and his good brothers for avenging us. You must treat them well." My wife smiled sweetly, shyly instructing me.

"I'm just afraid my cooking isn't good enough to satisfy them like you do." After settling my wife in, I went outside to get wine and meat for Brother Rooster and his men. Originally, I wanted to ask my mother to come and cook for me, but thinking of all these strange men in the house, I didn't want to frighten her or let her find out some shameful things about my wife, so I had to give up the idea.

Fortunately, Brother Rooster and his men were starving and praised my cooking highly. They drank heartily, eating and drinking, and indignantly talking about my wife being gang-raped. They all talked animatedly, and when they talked about how Fatty and his men were beaten up, they all laughed.

When they got to the part, they remembered my wife and asked her to come out and toast them. A couple of days ago, they had already fully experienced her pleasure and strangeness when she was drunk.

I told them my wife had been so roughly penetrated by those three guys that day that she couldn't move and couldn't even take a shower.

They had me toast in her place, and soon I was drowsy from all the drinking.

Around 9 p.m., Brother Rooster, seeing I couldn't hold on any longer, brazenly barged into our small bedroom with his men.

My wife was getting ready for bed. She unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a silk bra, her full breasts almost spilling out. Then, she threw off her blouse and took off her skirt, revealing her most sensitive areas through the semi-transparent lace of her tight panties. Her plump thighs parted slightly, her flat stomach and soft, swollen breasts, almost bursting out of her bra, rose and fell rhythmically with her breathing.

The men could no longer contain their lust and pounced on her from the shadows.

"What, what are you doing!" my wife asked in terror.

"Let's fuck you. If you're willing, call it sex; if you're not, call it rape. We'll all fuck you together, that's gang rape too. Anyway, it's not the first time you've been gang raped." The rooster brother, contrary to his previous amiable demeanor, stared at her with lewd eyes.

"You...how can you do this? Aren't you my husband's friends?" The wife, facing ten strong river workers, asked, her face pale. She never dreamed that the helpers she had hired would lust after her at this moment.

"Hehe, we already talked to your husband beforehand. You and those three guys put on a live sex show, we'll catch them in the act, and after it's done, we don't want a penny of payment, we just want you to exercise with us. Now, we've done everything we were supposed to do, it's your turn to keep your promise."

"I...I'll get up and run or dance with you, okay?" The wife endured the pain in her groin, trying to get out of bed.

"No need, you'd better stay lying down. We just want you to exercise with us in bed, to reward us, that's enough." The rooster brother said with a wicked smile.

Faced with ten men who were as eager as wolves, the wife was thrown into turmoil. After a brief moment of thought, she realized that resistance was futile and would only fuel the men's sadistic desires. She could only offer herself to quell their lust and prevent them from causing a scene and disturbing the neighbors.

"I...I'll give you oral sex," she said, her face flushed with allure and shyness, her breath sweet and fragrant."Hehe, oral sex is of course essential, but we also want to try all the other holes on your body!" Brother Rooster laughed.

In the warm room, on the large bed, my wife's bra was ripped off, completely exposing the full breasts unique to a married woman. Her breasts were high and firm, her nipples rosy, and her body exuded a sweet fragrance.

The dark-faced man first lewdly stuck his tongue in, swirling it around, until it clung to my wife's soft, fragrant tongue, making smacking sounds. At the same time, the rooster pounced on my wife's breasts without hesitation, greedily kneading her

plump, elastic breasts with both hands, hungrily sucking on her nipples, which were erect from sexual stimulation, letting out satisfied moans.

"Ah, ah! No…" After being played with for a few minutes, my wife could no longer suppress her instinctive sexual urges, letting out passionate moans. A surge of heat rose within her, her lower body became wet, and the most exciting moment of climax had arrived.

"Quick, quick, let us see your thing!" The men breathed heavily, peeling off my wife's already soaked, transparent panties.

"No… no…" My wife's tearful eyes swept towards me.

The men, already aware I was completely drunk, ignored my wife's pleas and forced her to fully open her body. My wife, blushing with shame, could only obediently spread her legs, offering her most private parts for their wanton pleasure. The neat,

smooth black pubic hair on her slightly raised mons pubis gleamed like satin against her snow-white skin, clearly meticulously cared for. Her clitoris, slightly erect with arousal, awaited further caress from within its folds. Below, her labia majora and minora concealed the alluring opening, like a lotus in full bloom, emanating the unique, orchid-like, musky scent of a mature woman's private parts, captivating and alluring.

My wife's private parts were so fragrant and alluring; were it not for the faint traces of undried semen on the right side of her perineum below her vaginal opening, it would be hard to believe that this beautiful woman had just been gang-raped by three men by the river that night.

This scene aroused the rooster-like men's lust. My wife's beautiful body was about to be brutally violated in my own home.

"Little Ling, be good. As long as we have our fun, we won't hurt you," Brother Rooster said, having already memorized my wife's name, now calling her by her childhood nickname.

"Then... try not to hurt me," my wife finally agreed, her voice trembling.

"Come on, do it yourself first. I heard from Brother Tianfu online that you started masturbating in college. Let us see it today," Brother Rooster said excitedly, actually wanting my wife to masturbate in front of everyone.

"This, this..." My wife was extremely embarrassed facing a dozen lustful men.

"Looks like we'll have to make you suffer a little before you'll do it," Brother Rooster said, greatly annoyed.

My wife was forced to spread her legs slightly, fully exposing her genitals, displaying a seductive sensuality.

The rooster brother made his move, slowly spreading my wife's legs as wide as possible: "Beauty, do it yourself! Hurry up."

My wife was so ashamed she wanted to disappear, and could only reluctantly reach for her genitals. A sensual and lewd atmosphere filled the room.

My wife's labia minora were quite plump, with brownish outer edges. She gently separated them with her left index and middle fingers, revealing the unmistakable cross-shaped hymenal remnant inside. The four pink petals were shyly closed, slightly protruding, and oozing mucus. Her right index finger began to gently stroke her clitoris, and an electric-like sensation spread from her private parts throughout her body.

At this moment, the rooster brother slowly inserted his index and middle fingers into my wife's vagina. My wife's genitals involuntarily twitched. The other two men continued to knead her breasts while staring lewdly at my wife's lower body.

Two fingers filled my wife's vagina, groping and probing at will. My wife felt an unbearable swelling and pain in her vagina, her whole body weak and unable to move. Her right hand continued to mechanically rub her erect clitoris.

Suddenly, my wife's breathing became increasingly rapid. The rooster man forcefully dug two fingers into her vagina, aiming for her pubic bone—the most sensitive spot for a young woman.

"Ah...ah...move! No! Don't..." My wife's body convulsed, her legs snapping shut. The rooster man's fingers were tightly gripped inside her vagina, feeling the vaginal walls contract rhythmically more than ten times.

My wife, this beautiful young woman, cried and moaned, reaching orgasm under the lewd gazes of ten men.

Several men began to take turns roughly raping this twenty-six-year-old beauty, wantonly playing with her mature body.

The rooster man, clearly a voyeur, found watching my wife have sex with others more exciting than doing it himself. Therefore, the burly, dark-faced man was given the first sexual intercourse.

He flaunted his rock-hard penis to my wife, who was waiting to be conquered. Through her teary eyes, she saw a swollen, shiny, purplish-black glans covered in small bumps, even larger than the burly man who had raped her by the river. Startled, she felt dizzy and instinctively reached out to grasp his thick, long penis.

"Yours...it's too big! Please, go in gently," she pleaded softly. Yesterday, while helping him masturbate, she had already noticed his enormous member.

The dark-faced man's glans pressed against my wife's vulva, moving towards the center, gradually parting her labia minora. Suddenly, the dark-faced man thrust his hips forward, his penis plunging into my wife's smooth, moist, tender, and warm vagina, the glans hitting her moist cervix.

"Ah!..." Despite being somewhat prepared, my wife still felt a tearing pain, screaming in agony, almost fainting.

This vulgar man showed no mercy, thrusting his penis in and out rapidly, making "plop, plop" sounds. His testicles slammed against my wife's perineum, making "slap, slap" sounds. His coarse pubic hair rubbed against my wife's soft pubic hair, tangling together.

My wife, being a sexually experienced young woman, shifted her hips, slightly curling her legs to spread her thighs wider, giving her vagina more space and preventing injury.

The dark-faced man continued thrusting, his glans like a high-powered, high-speed piston, the ridges scraping against the vaginal walls.

The vagina secreted a large amount of fluid, protecting the delicate vaginal mucosa, and gradually alleviating the discomfort.

The dark-faced man's rapid breathing, my wife's moans, and the sounds of their bodies rubbing together mingled.

My wife usually paid close attention to exercising her vaginal muscles, so her vaginal muscles were very elastic; except for the ruptured hymen, the entire vagina felt extremely tight. Probably every man who had sex with my wife would think her vagina was almost indistinguishable from a virgin's.

Ten minutes passed, and their breathing grew increasingly rapid. The dark-faced man's penis thrust wildly inside my wife's vagina. My wife involuntarily twisted her waist, tightening her vaginal opening to meet his thrusts.

Suddenly, my wife's legs clamped tightly around his lower body, her arms wrapped around his back, her nails digging into his flesh, her whole body convulsing as she let out a mournful cry. The dark-faced man roared, and a gush of hot fluid shot deep into my wife's vagina, both reaching orgasm simultaneously.

After ejaculating, the dark-faced man slumped to the side, his limp penis covered in my wife's vaginal secretions.

Looking at my wife's private parts now, the opening was wide open, a mess, the dark-faced man's semen mixed with my wife's bodily fluids flowing down, her labia swollen and red, a sight as beautiful as a peach blossom, igniting a burning desire within me!

As soon as the dark-faced man's penis was withdrawn, the one-eyed boy pounced on him. The fat old man then inserted his thick, white penis into my wife's mouth...

and so on, about ten thick, erect penises took turns being inserted into my wife's vagina or mouth.The wife, knowing she couldn't escape this fate, endured the humiliation and shame, yielding to the man's rough thrusts. Her desire was slowly aroused; she uttered intermittent moans, a mixture of pain and pleasure, rhythmically contracting her vaginal muscles to provide maximum sexual stimulation for the relentless thrusting penis, enticing the men to reach orgasm quickly and shorten the duration of intercourse.

The first round of intercourse ended, and soon all three penises were erect again. They were the dark-faced man, the fat old man, and the one-eyed boy.

The dark-faced man lay on his back, and Brother Rooster ordered my wife to straddle him, her vagina slowly swallowing his erect penis. In this way, my wife's full, sexy buttocks were simultaneously presented to Brother Rooster and the one-eyed boy. Brother Rooster then ordered the one-eyed boy to immediately insert his slender penis into my wife's anus for anal sex. Finally, he himself inserted his penis into my wife's slightly open mouth, forcing her to perform oral sex, ejaculating into her fragrant lips, the chestnut-like taste of semen filling her mouth and making it suffocating.

My wife felt her vagina, anus, and mouth were completely filled, almost rubbing through the thin septum between her delicate vaginal walls and rectum; when the old man ejaculated into her fragrant lips, she felt as if his penis was plunging straight into her throat.

The three men thrust in and out together. It was my wife's first time truly experiencing anal sex; she felt a mixture of shame and pain, along with intense sexual excitement. Her feelings were indescribable, and she could only submit to their actions.

The men ejaculated deep inside my wife from three different orifices, sharing the sexual pleasure this young woman provided them. Other hands rushed up, kissing her buttocks, breasts, and lower abdomen. Ten men and one woman were entangled together, engaging in a depraved group sex act.

After two rounds of intercourse, the men took an unripe yellow banana from the fruit basket on the table, and the dark-faced man inserted it into my wife's ravaged vagina, thrusting it in and out.

This banana was far too thick and large to be used as a sex toy, exceeding the limits of my wife's vaginal capacity. Coupled with the excessively rough thrusting, it caused a minor tear at the vaginal opening; her vulva and inner thighs were simultaneously pinched and squeezed by the three men, resulting in multiple bruises.

After more than a hundred thrusts, the men lit a cigarette. The dark-faced man took a deep drag and took turns blowing the cigarette butt deep into my wife's vagina, while her clitoris was repeatedly rubbed and burned by the cigarette butt. Even professional prostitutes would find this kind of abuse unbearable, let alone my delicate wife.

"Ah! Ah... I... I can't take it, I can't take it! No... no! Ah...!"

My wife finally couldn't control the physical reaction brought on by the prolonged and intense sexual stimulation. She experienced extreme pleasure amidst the pain, her vagina contracted violently, and semen and fluids gushed out together. Her alluring naked body convulsed, and she reached another orgasm before fainting.

The fat old man still had a special fondness for my wife's big buttocks. After a while, he made my wife lie face down, exposing her anus. He once again inserted his penis into her alluring anus, which was already covered in bright red blood...

The four-hour gang rape and sexual abuse finally came to an end. My wife was tearful, panting, her vagina burning with pain and itching, her labia swollen and everted, her whole body aching. She fell into a deep sleep.

The men, who had been fully sexually satisfied, were still not satisfied. At the behest of Brother Rooster, the one-eyed boy took out a pen-shaped flashlight and inserted it into my wife's vagina, playing with my wife's body one last time in this way.

Exhausted, the men finally left, satisfied.

Half an hour later, my wife slowly woke up. With difficulty, she reached between her legs and gently pulled out the glowing flashlight from her vagina, which was covered in bodily fluids. Then, she opened her labia minora and gently inserted a syringe deep into the vaginal fornix to extract more than fifty milliliters of residual semen, which she stored in a glass bottle.

Exhausted, my wife barely managed to get into the bathroom and bathe her naked body, which had been violated by multiple men. She inserted a hot water hose into her swollen and painful vagina and rinsed it for a long time, hoping to wash away the marks of the night's humiliation. Only then did she return to bed and fall into a deep, naked sleep.

(20)

The next day, I woke up and my wife handed me the preserved residual semen.

I was shocked. Although the semen residue contained my wife's vaginal secretions, the amount was still unusually large, indicating that my wife had been sexually assaulted by more than one man. After repeated questioning, my wife shyly recounted the details of being gang-raped by ten men.

I was shocked and regretted letting a wolf into my house, making such a bad friend as Brother Rooster. I was also incredibly envious of my wife's sexual tolerance, despite her beauty and charm. Hearing the deepest parts, my underwear became wet.

"If a man does this to me, will I get an STD? People say promiscuity can lead to syphilis and AIDS," my wife asked anxiously.

"I…I'm not sure. Maybe I should take you to the hospital for a checkup." Later, I took my wife to the hospital. The doctor who saw her was my friend, Xiao Liu. He had performed gynecological examinations for my wife and mother many times before.

Because he was my high school classmate, everything was free for them, so my wife and mother often sought his help. Women always like to take advantage of small things, and my mother and wife were no exception.

However, I heard that this guy was very lecherous, had poor medical ethics, and had even gotten several female patients pregnant, so he remained a clerk in the outpatient department and never got promoted to head doctor.

"Xiao Liu, my wife's been itchy down there these past few days. Could you check if she has any STDs?" I asked bluntly.

"Heh heh, you little rascal, have you been having affairs outside and given your wife a venereal disease?" Xiao Liu teased. He always liked to make lewd jokes whenever he saw me; he was my first sex education.

"Yes, yes, yes..." my wife said coquettishly, lying back on the examination bed. She took off her white silk jacket with black lace trim, lifted her short skirt, and her two long, shapely legs were slightly curled up, spread apart as much as possible, almost exposing her private parts that had been ravaged the night before.

Xiao Liu first had the nurse send my wife's vaginal discharge to the lab for testing. Then, he placed his hands on my wife's knees and spread her legs apart.

Looking down from behind him, I saw my wife's two long, white legs and her safety shorts exposed; the scene really did look like my wife was about to be raped.

Xiao Liu used a magnifying glass to examine the inside of my wife's thighs, looking higher and higher, even pulling up a corner of her safety shorts to get a better look.

He touched her thigh just half an inch from her genitals and asked, "Does it hurt here?"

My wife shook her head and then nodded, saying, "A little bit."

His face darkened slightly, and he said, "Hmm, don't be nervous. Take off your shorts so I can see."

My wife seemed a little embarrassed; I saw her face turn slightly red.

Xiao Liu said, "If you don't want to be examined here, you can be examined inside."

My wife said, "That's too much trouble, no need, let's examine here." She started to take off her safety shorts.

My heart pounded, and I stared in disbelief. Underneath, she was wearing the thin, small silk panties that Director Ma had bought for her last time. Although there were two layers in the crotch area, I could still see the dark pubic hair from the outside. She only wore this when we made love.

Xiao Liu turned around and smiled, whispering to me, "Your wife's underwear is so sexy, did you buy it for her? You're so lucky!"

"What a lecher," I thought, imagining his large penis standing erect like mine beneath his wide doctor's coat.

My wife blushed, avoiding my gaze, and lay back down on the examination table. Xiao Liu chuckled, "Don't be embarrassed, we doctors see a lot, we're used to it."

My wife apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm just not used to this."

Xiao Liu approached her, using a magnifying glass to examine her thighs, his other hand continuing to move upwards, until his entire back of his hand was pressed against her soft, swollen labia. Even through her underwear, I felt my wife's body tremble slightly!i=42> Xiao Liu turned to look at me, a little embarrassed, and pretended to hand me a magnifying glass. While pointing at something, he pulled my wife's underwear to the left. My wife's pubic hair was exposed, and after pulling it further, even her labia were exposed. My heart was about to jump out of my chest.

I saw Xiao Liu's fingers press against my wife's labia. My wife trembled again, her thin panties slightly damp. I knew my wife was very sensitive; usually, just a few touches from me would arouse her and she would become aroused.

He pointed to my wife's labia and whispered to me, "Your wife's labia are so tender! They don't look like a woman who's been married for several years." He then hesitated and said, "If possible, I'd like to examine them more thoroughly, is that alright?"

My wife's face turned even redder. She looked at me, as if seeking my opinion. I hesitated and said, "It's safer to examine them...."

My wife nodded.

Xiao Liu then pulled my wife's panties aside, exposing her entire vulva. Two tender labia covered a thin slit in the middle. He used his fingers to open her labia, and my wife's vulva was now completely exposed, the bright red flesh pulsating slightly.

My wife took a deep breath, and I saw clear fluid seeping from her vagina. Her eyes were half-closed, trying to avoid showing me her shy expression, but her cheeks were flushed red.

"Hmm, it's alright. It's probably because you two were too rough during intercourse, causing redness and swelling of the vulva and some skin abrasions. But it's only a minor infection, no STDs. It's nothing serious, just take the medicine for three days and then apply some ointment.

Of course, the final diagnosis will depend on the results of her vaginal discharge test." After Xiao Liu finished speaking, he wrote out a prescription. Since the nurse wasn't there, he went to the pharmacy to pick up the medicine himself.

My wife quickly straightened her clothes and said to me, "I had no choice just now. He's a doctor, and he noticed that I was being penetrated too roughly. Don't be angry with me."

I quickly comforted her, saying, "It's alright, it's not the first time you've been examined by him. Besides, it's already a miracle that he didn't realize you were gang-raped."

Actually, when I saw her opening her vagina for that lecherous Xiao Liu, my penis was swollen like a papaya.

At this moment, Xiao Liu came back, handed me the medicine packet, and said, "Take one of each of these pills four times a day. Apply this ointment three times a day. It's best to wash your face first before applying it. You need to be skillful when applying it, apply it slowly, use gentle pressure, and apply it for a while until it gets a little warm. This will help balance Yin and Yang and make it easier to get better."

Seeing us nod, he said to me, "It's best if you help her apply it, because there are some areas that are inconvenient for her to apply herself."

I asked, not understanding, "You said to use gentle pressure and apply it until it gets warm, but I don't understand how to do it."

He said as if he had received a treasure, "Then I have to demonstrate it for you." After saying that, he asked my wife to lie on the examination bed and pulled her dress up to her stomach, so that even her navel was exposed, and she was only wearing her underwear.

This time, my wife was not as shy as before, and let Xiao Liu spread her legs. He used his hand to apply some ointment to the inside of my wife's thighs, and then gently stroked her thighs in a clockwise direction with his palm.

I heard my wife breathing deeply, her legs trembling slightly as if trying to close them, her crotch area already dark and wet.

Xiao Liu whispered to me again, "Your wife is very sensitive! Look, she's all wet. If I go any further, hehe..."

I didn't comment, but the lecherous Xiao Liu certainly wouldn't miss this rare opportunity to tease her. He said to my wife, "You need to wipe her genitals too."

Without waiting for her consent, he dipped two fingers in the ointment, pulled my wife's panties to the left with his left hand, and pressed his right fingers against her vulva.

My wife let out a soft "ah," and I knew she might not be able to resist. When he inserted his two fingers into her vagina, she began to break down, her slender waist twisting slightly, her mouth opening to let out a captivating moan: "No... Dr. Xiao Liu, no more, I'm so itchy, you can't do it anymore..." She reached out her hands to push him away.

Xiao Liu, being an experienced man, knew my wife was a woman who valued her reputation and couldn't be forced. So he said, "I see you all understand, that's good." He didn't dare continue to humiliate my wife, probably afraid I'd find out his intentions.

"I understand, thank you," I said.

At that moment, the nurse brought in the results of my wife's vaginal discharge test.

"My God, this is terrible! How could there be more than ten men's sperm mixed in her vaginal discharge?"

Xiao Liu exclaimed, his mouth agape in surprise. "What exactly happened?"

Seeing I couldn't hide it from him anymore, I sighed and, blushing, told him everything that had happened the night before.

"I see, that's amazing. I couldn't tell she was gang-raped by more than ten men last night. Maybe this is the legendary 'unbeatable weapon'!" Xiao Liu exclaimed, pulling me aside and whispering, "If prostitution were legal, a woman like your wife would be perfect as a prostitute."

"A prostitute?" My heart skipped a beat. "Don't give me that bad idea, you want me to be a pimp?"

"Hehe, there are plenty of women like that now... being a pimp makes more money than being a doctor." Xiao Liu chuckled softly.

"What are you talking about? Are my genitals really unharmed?" my wife asked shyly.

"No. Let me take another look." Xiao Liu said, then used his fingers to part her labia, examining her closely. He then joked, "Sister-in-law, you truly deserve to be called the most beautiful woman in Jiangcheng. I see your tender buds down there look even more delicate and lovely after being nourished by a man's semen. Tianfu is so lucky with women."

"You're talking nonsense." I was relieved, and my wife smiled sweetly, crossing her legs.

"Has my mother come recently?" I quickly changed the subject, afraid he would ask about my wife being raped again.

"She just came yesterday. Her menstrual flow has been a bit heavy lately, and she's very worried. I checked her carefully, and there's nothing seriously wrong. It's just that her pubic hair seems a bit abnormal; it's less than before, and it doesn't look as thick as A-Ling's. I remember her pubic hair used to be so lush..." At this moment, Xiao Liu's fingers left my wife's vulva, but his gaze remained fixed on her alluring private parts.

"How can my pubic hair compare to my mother-in-law's? She probably had it plucked on the bus..." my wife said, blushing.

I then remembered that a few days ago, when my mother was staying with my wife's ex-boyfriend, He Chao, she had called me and mentioned being humiliated on the bus.

"That's right, it's quite common for beautiful women to have their pubic hair plucked on the bus these days," Xiao Liu chuckled, then said to my wife, "I think you'd better take a taxi home today, otherwise, your mother-in-law's fate might fall on you."

"Thanks, please come to my house sometime," my wife and I said in unison.

"Okay, okay, just say the word, I'll come uninvited," Xiao Liu glanced at my wife and said with a smile.

Neither my wife nor I had imagined that Xiao Liu had already been having an affair with my mother, and would later become my wife's lover, triggering a major scandal in our family.

At this moment, Xiao Liu resumed his serious doctor's expression and said to my wife, "Come see me again in three days to see if you're completely healed.""Mmm." My wife nodded obediently. It was past three o'clock when we left the clinic. In the waiting room, several old men were staring intently at my wife. Only then did I remember that my wife had been moaning while being teased by Xiao Liu. These old men probably suspected that it was my wife making the noise. My wife blushed with embarrassment and hurriedly left, pulling my hand. Xiao Liu was a lecherous man with terrible medical ethics, but his medical skills were superb. Two days later, my wife was completely healed. However, we used the topical ointment for three full days, applying it nine times in total. I helped my wife apply it three times. After this experience, I kept thinking about the scene of my wife moaning continuously while being teased by Xiao Liu, and my penis kept getting hard.

Ever since my wife was gang-raped in front of me on Mid-Autumn Festival night, I seem to have developed a liking for watching her being fucked. Xiao Liu's words have also subtly given me the idea of making her a prostitute... This sowed the seeds for my later actions of personally soliciting clients for her.

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