Ye Qingjia under the blindfold

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My wife and I had a fight. It all started the day she found those things in my notebook. I had no intention of letting my fantasies become reality, but her discovery started it all… I love her very much, ever since high school, from the very first day I met her. That day was the first day of high school; I had transferred from a rural school to the best high school in the city.

I was very insecure, always had been. I was afraid to talk to people, afraid to interact with classmates, and even when eating, I would only eat the food closest to me, even if it was celery, the most unpalatable food to me. However, I was a good student, at least in my rural school. Back then, there wasn't a term for "academic superstar," so my classmates called me a bookworm. "Bookworm" perfectly described me—fair-skinned, thin, and clean-cut, always hiding in a corner studying. Let them say what they want, I didn't care.

Entering the city, I was terrified. I was afraid the passing cars would hit me, afraid pedestrians would look at me with disdain. However, none of my fears came true.

I found my name at the very bottom of the school's bulletin board: Class 11, Grade 1. There were so many people. I was glad I was thin, so I could squeeze past the notice board, into the teaching building, and into the classroom.

I saw her immediately because she was sitting in the first row closest to the podium—the first seat you see when you enter. Our eyes met instantly. I only remember her giving me a warm smile before looking away; clearly, she wasn't paying attention to me.

I lowered my head and went straight to the last seat in her row, where I sat down. Only then did I truly appreciate her face. It was warm, with the shy blush of a young girl about to bloom. Her eyes were large, sparkling in the sunlight, and her eyebrows were slightly upturned, carrying a hint of willfulness. Her nose wasn't high, but it was delicate—the perfect description. Her lips weren't conventionally beautiful, but they were plump, exuding a wild and sexy charm. It was hard to imagine that traditional elegance and modern exuberance could blend so perfectly in her. She had a great figure, with a proud 39D bust. Her stomach was flat from regular exercise, and her figure was slender and graceful. Although her buttocks weren't large, they were firm and round, like a taut ball.

I forgot to mention, her name was Ye Qingjia, from a poem by Liu Yong, "Chonghu Dieyan" (Qingjia, meaning "three autumns of osmanthus blossoms, ten miles of lotus flowers"). She was as radiant and intelligent as her name suggested.

It's hard to describe what love at first sight feels like, but I fell in love with her after that. Later, by chance, I was assigned to sit behind her, beginning a very happy student life.

She was cheerful and sociable, quickly becoming the class monitor. The vice-monitor was Liu Cheng, who was always a good student. Almost every boy in the class liked her, and Liu Cheng was no exception. During high school, Liu Cheng pursued her relentlessly, sending her flowers and love letters every day, but Ye Qingjia never gave her a chance.

One morning, as usual, I arrived at the classroom half an hour early to study. As soon as I entered the classroom, I heard, "Liu Cheng, you pervert!" It was her voice. "Qingjia, what's wrong with having sex with me once? Look how much I like you." It was Liu Cheng. A fierce fight and shouts erupted from inside the classroom. I peered through the window in the door and saw that Ye Qingjia's clothes had been torn open. Liu Cheng was standing there, his large penis exposed, facing Ye Qingjia. I knew something was wrong; this was an attempted rape. I rushed in and started fighting with Liu Cheng. But I was too weak and thin to be a match for him, and I was quickly knocked to the ground. Taking advantage of the opening, Ye Qingjia had already run away.

Soon after, Liu Cheng was expelled because of this incident. I heard he soon entered the workforce and had a child. At that time, we hadn't even graduated high school yet.

Ye Qingjia was someone who valued spirituality... The person I knew loved reading poetry, especially the works of Xi Murong. So I secretly bought a collection of Xi Murong's poems and started memorizing them. After high school, I could recite her poems fluently, which caught Qingjia's attention.

Her cheerfulness influenced me; she often said, "Chen Tao, you're so thin and weak, why don't you go running with me?" Under her influence, I also developed a love for sports and gradually became more cheerful. I felt that only then could I be worthy of her. I

remember when we first entered high school, she was 1.70 meters tall, and I was a head shorter than her. By graduation, I was a head taller than her. My physique had also become more robust and strong. My once pale and frail complexion had deepened, and my eyes, no longer unfocused, had become firm and powerful.

I don't know when it started, but we became a couple. This is... It was a long process. Ever since Liu Cheng's incident, she'd become very sensitive, easily sensing the subtle attention others might be giving her. It was a long and winding road, and I stayed by her side throughout. Sometimes, late at night, she'd call. We wouldn't talk about anything else, just recite poetry together, one line at a time. Whoever forgot the next line would hang up first and then go back to studying poetry.

I remember one night, we were also reciting poetry on the other end of the phone. The night was quiet, the poem was simple, and we spoke very softly. I've forgotten what the poem was, and I've forgotten who started it. I only remember that when it was her turn, the first thing she said was, "I love you." When it was her turn, she suddenly fell silent, paused for a moment, and then, extremely shyly, said, "I love you," and then hung up. We never officially declared our relationship. However, we had already tacitly agreed in our hearts, even though I hadn't even held her hand yet.

As we wished, we went to the same university and moved to the same city. Until our marriage, we were considered a golden couple, a natural pair. We didn't usually engage in sweet, affectionate gestures; we would simply lean on each other in silence. This kind of feeling couldn't be expressed in words.

On our wedding night, she gave me her virginity. I didn't feel much lust; I just felt that at that moment, our bodies and minds truly merged. The

first few years of our marriage were very happy. I started a company, and she became my assistant. Under our joint management, the company thrived. We became wealthy and successful, respected by many.

However, I... A deep-seated inferiority complex, ingrained since childhood, has always been buried within me. Although I appear decisive and efficient in public, this inferiority complex is difficult to diminish with time; it remains hidden, unspoken, and even Qingjia is unaware of it.

No one at the company knows about my relationship with Qingjia. We don't want to be accused of nepotism. Qingjia is very capable, not just a sentimental girl. She is also a respected general manager at the company. She is decisive and courageous in her work, yet gentle and kind in private. New female employees treat her like an older sister, often confiding in her about emotional matters. She, in turn, is a mentor, offering guidance and life experience to naive young women. She exuded the aura of a powerful older sister.

Such a woman would undoubtedly attract men, from naive recent graduates to seasoned, experienced men, all falling at her feet. Yet, she wasn't a cold, aloof figure. She moved among various men, but didn't give them a chance, instead using various methods to make them realize their immaturity and boredom, further solidifying her image as a leader.

This demeanor gradually carried over into her daily life, and her tone towards me began to command, though I knew she didn't truly mean it. Faced with her and my own inferiority complex, I gradually felt an inability to control her.

Years ago, I accidentally came across articles about cuckolding online, and at that time, my heart was filled with… I felt contempt. He didn't cherish his beautiful wife, but instead let others play with her. Even so, I couldn't help but feel a thrill. Suddenly, I cleared my head and immediately shut down the computer to calm myself.

However, that thrill lingered in my mind, deeply ingrained. I wished I could grab a kitchen knife and plunge it into my brain to eradicate that thought! I couldn't forget the feeling described in novels of someone else entering and exiting my wife's body—how sinful!

A few days later, I clicked on those articles again. I was incredibly excited and started masturbating—it was the first time I'd ever masturbated. I ejaculated, filling half the screen. Suddenly, I felt deep regret. Sinful! Fantasizing about my wife being fucked repeatedly by someone else! Chen Tao, are you even human?!

In a fit of rage, I slammed the computer to the ground, grabbed the kitchen knife, and hacked at the screen, smashing the scraps before throwing it all downstairs.

That evening, I made Qingjia a candlelight dinner.

Her face was flushed and shy in the candlelight. She asked me why I was suddenly being so romantic, since we'd been married for so long. I remember I didn't say anything that day. While drinking red wine, we kissed. The wine flowed between our lips, and in the candlelight, I pushed aside the plates on the table and we drank. As I penetrated her, she responded with moans, long and drawn-out sounds that lingered in the room… We were almost thirty, and still no children. She said, "Why don't we have one?" So we started our baby-making plan, like in the movie *Gravity*. We made thorough plans to have a healthy, excellent baby. I felt that if the baby were born, all my sinful thoughts would vanish. My idea was beautiful, but reality was cruel.

The test results came back: I was infertile, and it was incurable. I was going crazy. At home, I held her and cried, burying my head in her arms like a child seeking his mother's embrace. She stroked my hair, only saying, "Sweetie, let's not have children anymore, let's not have children anymore, sweetie, let's not have children anymore." But I could see that she was also vulnerable.

During that time, she was the only one holding the company together. I spent my days drinking at home, barely speaking to her. So I started engaging in cuckoldry again. Years of pent-up inferiority suddenly erupted under this vulnerability, and I was surprised by my own transformation. I not only read cuckoldry stories online, but even fantasized about my wife being fucked by thousands of men, and impregnating her... I became addicted to fantasies, masturbating and drinking heavily every day, becoming increasingly depressed. She was angry at my lack of self-control and scolded me many times. I just drank by myself, glancing up at her when she called me, then looking down again. She snatched my beer, splashed it on my face, and slammed the door behind her.

I smiled, knelt on the floor, and licked the spilled beer. The beer was golden, like urine, and I imagined it was urine from a penis that had just finished fucking my wife. How joyful!

She still found out; I originally thought all of this was just wishful thinking. She and I had a huge fight, nothing more than calling me a "pervert" or something, which I was used to.

"Chen Tao! Are you sick?!"

"No, it's just a hobby, let me explain."

"How could you say that? You're a pervert, a complete pervert! How could I have married you?!"

"How was I supposed to know I would do this? How could I have imagined I would do this?!"

"Waaaaah..."

"I didn't want this either! Really! Really!"

"I only thought you were an idealist! I really misjudged you, Chen Tao! Ahhhhh, waaaaah..." All night long, her cries were heart-wrenching, and the next day her eyes were red and swollen. Looking at her, I said, "Let's get a divorce. You have quite a few suitors."

Her expression suddenly became frightened; she never expected me to bring up the word "divorce." Her eyes widened, she shook her head, staring at me, "No...no..."

"These thoughts of mine are harmful to both of us. Let's get a divorce, I'm serious."

"No...no..." Her gaze was vacant.

“Many men are pursuing you, you can choose someone better.”

“No…no…” She lowered her head.

“There will be someone who loves you more than me, and that way, you can have a child.”

“No…no…” She collapsed to the ground.

“I’m a pervert, I’ll hurt you.”

“No…no…” She hugged my legs tightly.

“Let’s get a divorce.”

“No…no…” She cried like a child.

Her childlike cries were irresistible. I knelt down, hugged her tightly, and gently stroked her back.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up, “I’ll let someone else have sex with me, can we not get a divorce!”

I looked at her in shock.

“I’ll let someone else have sex with me, then get pregnant, have a child, then we won’t have to get a divorce, husband.” This time, I was speechless. That day, she was disheveled, and in my arms, she expressed many desires to have someone else have sex with her, begging me not to get a divorce. I remember that night, we were both drunk, I masturbated, she masturbated, as if I was watching her being fucked. She kept yelling, "Come fuck me! Come fuck me! My husband is watching us fuck!" It's hard to imagine her saying such lewd things; what an absurd night.

Soon after, we finalized our conception plan, but I insisted on using someone I knew, as that's more reliable, and the best candidate was her ex-boyfriend, Liu Cheng. She firmly disagreed, arguing that since I was in charge of who fucked her, then she had to decide who did it. She was afraid of making a familiar face nervous and ruining her established image as a big sister. Since she insisted, I had to compromise. However, I said that if it was a stranger, then I had to decide how to proceed.

I drove all over the city, scouting locations, and finally, I found a perfect spot, and it was quite exciting. It was on the other side of the city, at a high school—not a very good one, mostly attended by students with poor grades. There was a bus stop near the high school, and the bus route was always very crowded after school. The road conditions were also bad; traffic jams often lasted a long time. I personally experienced it, calculated the time, drafted the plan, and prepared to implement it.

I didn't tell her my idea, and she shyly agreed, but then immediately reverted to her queenly tone, pinching my waist and saying, "Pervert."

On Friday afternoon, we timed our departure and boarded the bus at the starting station. I deliberately made her wear a very revealing outfit: a black, cropped bodysuit that barely covered her breasts and buttocks; with just a little effort, her body would be completely naked. To avoid embarrassment, I made her wear sunglasses, and for added excitement, I made her wear an eye mask inside the sunglasses so she couldn't see who was fucking her. I sat at the back, and she held onto the seats in front of and behind me, surrounding me.

Soon, we were almost at the high school; at this point, the bus wasn't very crowded. But soon it would be full of students.

Suddenly, I saw a familiar figure. I rubbed my eyes to make sure I wasn't mistaken. I think you've already guessed it—it was Liu Cheng. He was wearing construction clothes, looking every bit the migrant worker; it seemed he was there to pick up his child. I hadn't seen him for over ten years, and I almost didn't recognize him. He looked much older, if you'd guess he was thirty.

Next to him stood a thin, sallow-faced student, his school uniform hanging loosely on his back. They waited at the station, chatting idly; they were clearly father and son. Liu Cheng looked to be in his forties, like the father of a high school student.

The bus arrived at the station, and I felt uneasy. As I'd hoped, they were squeezed to the back, flanking my wife on either side. Sensing the people beside her, she became agitated, fidgeting nervously, her eyes, behind sunglasses, gazing out the window, though she couldn't see the scenery. Given the changes over the years, I wasn't worried Liu Cheng would recognize me.

My wife's fidgeting attracted Liu Cheng and his son, who moved closer with ill intent. They exchanged a glance and smiled slyly. Liu Cheng pretended to look out the window and squeezed closer to my wife. With students boarding, the bus became even more crowded, and the combined effect of these factors pressed Liu Cheng tightly against my wife.

Her face flushed instantly, and she leaned towards Liu Cheng. I think, behind her blindfold, she was still fantasizing that the person behind her was a tall, strong, virgin high school boy. The car hadn't gone far when it got stuck in traffic at an intersection; the entire intersection was completely paralyzed. There were significantly more cars on the road today.

Liu Cheng was overjoyed, thinking he could have intimate contact with the beautiful married woman while stuck in traffic. In fact, many of the cars were borrowed at his own expense; he deliberately told them to be stuck here. He told each driver of a hundred cars that he'd pay ten yuan per minute for the traffic jam, meaning he'd spent a thousand yuan per minute to give Liu Cheng time to fuck his wife—a great deal!

Liu Cheng was secretly delighted; this traffic jam was a godsend! He grinned lewdly, his desire simmering. His wife twisted her body further back, causing Liu Cheng's penis to throb. I leaned back in my chair, just in time to see their groin touching.

Liu Cheng's actions grew bolder. He outwardly gazed at the scenery, but his hands were already on his wife's waist. She didn't resist, but out of shame, she didn't actively reciprocate.

Seeing that his wife didn't resist, Liu Cheng became even bolder, touching her breasts. Liu Cheng's son, looking nonchalant, carried a lightly packed backpack. He was quite tall, about the same height as Liu Cheng, and the two of them surrounded her, completely invisible from behind.

He became bolder, touching his wife's genitals without any attempt to hide it from me, as if I didn't exist, or as if they were putting on a show for me.

Soon, my wife was aroused, shy and alluring, forgetting all shame, responding to their hands with moans. Seeing this, Liu Cheng completely let loose, rubbing her even more vigorously.

"Mmm, ahh, so good, so good, keep rubbing, it feels so good..." my wife moaned softly. What a slut, Liu Cheng thought to himself.

Liu Cheng's son couldn't resist any longer, directly inserting his hand into Qingjia's vagina, instantly feeling enveloped in warmth and moisture. While probing, he pulled off his wife's clothes. With his probing, his wife gradually lost her balance, falling directly into Liu Cheng's arms, her buttocks swaying with the rhythm of his fingers.

His wife's thin clothes were now removed, revealing her perfect figure. Liu Cheng's son, looking at her white breasts, having never touched a woman before, vigorously rubbed them with one hand, like he was playing mahjong.

Just as Liu Cheng was about to pull his penis out, he saw his son beside him looking impatient and slyly said with a smile, "Hehe, I forgot you're still a virgin. Let her deflower you first." His son happily took my wife from his arms. He couldn't wait to insert his thirsty penis. His penis was rather thin, but very long, nearly twenty centimeters. How could my wife's vagina, which was supposed to be accustomed to my thirteen-centimeter penis, bear such a long penis?

With a "plop," he inserted it! He inserted it! He inserted it! He finally inserted it! With a groan, my wife was finally penetrated by someone else. My dream had been realized. I breathed a sigh of relief and watched my wife having sex with a high school student.

Only then did I take a closer look at Liu Cheng's son. He was very ugly, with buck teeth and a face full of acne. His hair was cut very short, almost none.

My wife, under the blindfold, was fantasizing about being fucked by a tall, handsome, muscular high school basketball captain and a gentle, refined academic genius! Who would have thought it was a migrant worker and a delinquent student!

His former public arrogance was shattered, leaving only the weakness of a bitch. In Liu Cheng's son's arms, his beautiful wife willingly reciprocated his advances from behind. Liu Cheng's son had never imagined a woman's body could be so soft, like jelly. Before long, he ejaculated his long-preserved virginity into his wife's tender womb. Meanwhile, his wife, blindfolded, was still fantasizing about being penetrated by a "genius boy."

After Liu Cheng's son finished, Liu Cheng took over, embracing his wife and kissing her. His sunglasses were a bit of a nuisance, so he quickly removed them, only to discover his wife was blindfolded. Liu Cheng wanted to laugh; when had he ever fucked someone so beautiful? Look at those little mouths, so plump, he really wanted to devour them.

"Oh ho, even wearing a blindfold, are you trying to seduce me?" Liu Cheng whispered in his wife's ear. My wife, already shy and unable to contain herself, became even more delicate and weak, nestled in Liu Cheng's arms and nodding. Liu Cheng knew perfectly well that as long as the blindfold wasn't removed, there was more to play with. So he pulled out his penis.

Liu Cheng's penis was different from his son's; his son's was not only long and thin but also fair and tender, while Liu Cheng's was thick, not as long, but still fifteen centimeters, not only thick but also rough and dark, forming a stark contrast with my wife's pink vulva.

My head was right above their buttocks, and I could clearly see the labia turning as Liu Cheng fucked my wife. Involuntarily, I licked their genitals. Liu Cheng felt it and realized there was someone else in front of him. He said, "Haha, little brother, do you want to play too? This is a top-quality prostitute I paid five thousand for. If you want to play, just pay three thousand, it's a bargain." Damn, I've already spent more than three thousand to create time for you to fuck, and now you're worried about this little bit of money? I took out my wallet and glanced at it; it was more than three thousand. Too lazy to count, I just threw it all to them.

Liu Cheng was excited when he saw the money, stuffing it into his pocket. He thought, "I'm getting paid for fucking someone, what a bargain! Where else

can I find such a good deal?" Then he said, "Hey little brother, how about you wait a bit, and then I'll let you have your turn after I'm done? Or you can lick us like you did before, we'll give it to you when we're done." Without saying a word, I continued licking them. They were fucking so hard their juices were flying, and I was licking with great pleasure! Spending three thousand yuan to serve a lover and his wife was worth it!

At this moment, my wife became even more excited. Realizing that I was licking her from below, she couldn't help but moan, "Oh~ yeah~ ah~ ah ah ah ah, oh oh ah ah~ husband, ah so good, ah~ oh, husband ah."

Liu Cheng patted my wife's round little buttocks and said, "Who's your husband? I'm your lover." *Slap slap* With Liu Cheng's slapping, my wife blushed repeatedly. The environment was too stimulating, and Liu Cheng soon ejaculated as well, pressing his penis firmly against his wife's buttocks, pouring his cloudy yellow semen into her uterus.

Then it was his son's turn...

It wasn't until the traffic jam ended, two hours later, after spending 120,000 yuan to buy four loads of semen from Liu Cheng and his son, that they left. Before leaving, they took his wife's purse and all her jewelry, including our wedding rings, probably another 100,000 yuan. Before leaving, they said, "Young man, you served me well. This girl is yours tonight. I guess she's a decent girl. I don't care how you play with her. Goodbye."

They left carefree, even taking his wife's clothes, leaving her naked in the car. I took off my coat and put it on her.

Looking at the semen gushing from his wife's vagina, I pulled out my penis and plugged it up. This was something I bought with money; I couldn't let it go to waste, let it go to waste... The baby is almost a month old, very fair and beautiful, and doesn't look like their offspring at all. Later, after another checkup, I found out that I could actually have children… the hospital's examination was wrong, and the child was mine. I didn't tell Qingjia.

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Finally finished typing this article. This afternoon, I found myself filled with feelings for Ye Qingjia. Poor woman, an idealist who buried her ideals with her body in exchange for a "stranger's" semen. Suddenly, I wanted to write an extra chapter.

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Extra Chapter:

At the baby's one-month celebration, I unexpectedly saw Liu Cheng and his son. I hadn't invited them. But I was so stupid; I forgot our names on our wedding rings. He's not stupid; how could he not recognize us?

Foolish Qingjia, however, was unaware of this, only thinking they were old classmates, and even blamed me for not inviting them. She said that the unhappiness of our student days was in the past, and everyone was an adult now. After all, Liu Cheng hadn't really done anything to her, had he? So stupid. He had already fucked you many times on the bus.

I stood there, blushing and at a loss, while Liu Cheng chatted calmly with Qingjia, his son looking at me with disdain and a smirk. I dazedly dealt with them, my mind a complete blank.

At the baby's one-month celebration, I went through all sorts of social interactions. My wife, using the excuse of not being able to drink, sat to the side. After the celebration, Qingjia was gone. I searched the entire hotel and finally found them in a toilet.

Qingjia was kneeling with her head buried in the golden toilet bowl, being fucked by Liu Cheng from behind. Liu Cheng's son was urinating into Qingjia's head in the toilet beside her. Qingjia was wearing the black clothes she had worn that day, only they had been pushed up to her chest, revealing her snow-white buttocks. I clearly saw Liu Cheng wearing our wedding ring, his hands gripping Qingjia's buttocks, thrusting in and out of my wife's body. He looked at me as I entered, turned around, smiled, and said, "Little brother, come on, want to play for three thousand yuan?"... Later, Liu Cheng and his son found better jobs. For this, one quit his migrant worker job, and the other dropped out of school—what they called a "huge sacrifice." So they increased their pay from fifty yuan to one hundred yuan per minute. Their job was to fuck my wife, one hundred yuan per minute, with a three thousand yuan "nutrition fee" for each ejaculation... They recently bought a house in the city, more luxurious than mine, and often drive their Cadillac to work, taking it extremely seriously. (

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