My girlfriend's cunt was penetrated.

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While eating lunch at home, I noticed my wife, sitting across from me at the table, didn't look well. She didn't say a word, just silently ate her food with her head down, unlike usual when she would urge me to eat, calling me "husband" this and "husband" that. After eating only half a bowl, she sat down on the sofa to drink water, holding her empty teacup for a long time, her gaze seemingly fixed on something. She looked preoccupied. When I asked her what was wrong, she just shook her head vaguely and said, "Maybe I have a bit of a cold, my head feels a little uncomfortable." I didn't think much of it, just told her to take some medicine after lunch, and if she wanted to rest, to ask her boss for leave from work, and to take care of herself. Before I could speak, Mr. Zhang apologized repeatedly and saw him and his secretary, Xiao Wang, out of the hotel. I was happy to have half a day off, so I took a taxi home.

When I arrived at the door, I gently inserted the key into the lock and opened the door, careful not to wake my wife from her nap. As soon as I entered, I noticed a pair of large, black men's European-style leather shoes on the shoe rack by the door. "Who would come to my house during lunchtime when everyone is heading to work?" I wondered. Besides, even if there were guests home, they should be sitting in the living room, especially since my wife is the only woman at home. Why is no one in the living room?

Just as I was wondering, I suddenly heard a man's voice coming from the bedroom. I couldn't help but feel strange. My wife is home alone; why would she bring a male guest to the bedroom? So I took off my shoes and quietly approached the bedroom door barefoot. The door wasn't closed properly, and through the crack, I was stunned by what I saw.

A tall, greasy-haired, pot-bellied man was lying shirtless on my bed, and my wife, with her back to the door, was sitting sideways on the edge of the bed, picking up the man's shirt. I instantly felt a scorching fire of anger rise in my chest, the flames relentlessly burning my wildly beating heart. The boiling blood in my ventricles surged powerfully through my arteries to my brain, accumulating until it felt like it was about to burst from my eyes, nostrils, and ears. I raised my leg to kick the door, but in that instant, I stopped mid-air.

A lewd thought seized my mind, defeating my reason; a voyeuristic pleasure evilly blocked my way. It tantalized and urged me on in my mind: no man could bear to see his woman's body possessed by another, especially not in front of him. Yet, no man had the quiet, unseen opportunity to witness his beloved being violated, especially as a real, live witness. And now you have the chance to see her having an affair without anyone knowing, including your wife and this fat man. This despicable thought is desperately searching for the filthy thoughts deep within me. It's stirring up another part of myself within my inner world, searching for the most shameless and vile things that can arouse my belief in it, my submission to it, to make me conform to its filth. It wants to convince me, desperately trying to make me have a lewd thought, desperately trying to make me put down my raised, angry leg, desperately trying to make me secretly want to peek at my wife under another man's crotch.

"My husband went to discuss a contract this afternoon, but he might be back soon. Didn't you promise you wouldn't come to my house to bother me? Please, please leave. Can't I come to see you tonight, Mr. Zhao?" This is my wife's voice.

“I just want to fuck you in your own home, in your husband’s bed. Your husband went out on business this afternoon and probably won’t be back for long. What are you afraid of? Stop nagging and hurry up and hand over everything I brought!” The fat man said, pulling my wife’s hair down forcefully.

“It hurts! You’re hurting me! Let go!” My wife cried softly, pulling on the man’s hand that was pulling her hair.

“Hurry up, let me kiss you first.” The man showed no intention of letting go, instead pulling my wife’s head closer to his mouth with even more force.

My wife’s mouth was completely enveloped by the fat man’s thick lips, and he deliberately made “smacking” kissing sounds. Yet he still didn’t let go of her hair. “Suck my tongue,” the fat man commanded, sticking out his long tongue. My wife could only wince in pain and barely open her two very alluringly drawn lips to suck on his fat tongue. I can say with certainty that the dark red lipstick and alluring lip liner my wife wore today were unlike anything I'd seen her wear in the two years of our marriage. I believe it was specially done for this fat man.

"Mmm, that feels good, damn it, even your saliva smells sweet," the fat man said after kissing my wife for a while, then released her. "Your husband is so lucky to have found a woman like you, but he doesn't know I've given him a cuckold's horns. Haha..." The fat man laughed triumphantly, his laughter like a sword piercing my heart, blood spurting from the wound into my internal organs.

"Hurry up and take off your clothes, let me fuck you properly on his turf today."

"Just this once, okay? I'm really scared, don't come to my house again, I'll agree to do it anywhere else, okay?"

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and take them off, my dick is so hard it's painful. Today I'm going to fuck you properly on your husband's bed, you slut, hurry up and take them off!"

the fat man said rudely to my wife. As his penis was inserted into her mouth, the fat man let out satisfied groans.

"Look, what's stuck here?" he asked, pulling his penis out of his wife's mouth and holding it up to her face.

"My lipstick and saliva," she replied, looking at the thick, saliva-covered penis before her face. "No, it's your vaginal fluid, the fluid secreted from your vagina."

"Yes, Mr. Zhao, it's the fluid secreted from my vagina."

"Now I want to use this penis, covered in your lipstick and saliva, to slap your lewd face, okay?"

"Please, Mr. Zhao, slap my lewd face with your penis!" At this moment, his wife seemed to have lost all sense of shame. Her breasts, still supported by her hands, began to rise and fall dramatically with her rapid breathing. I believe she had entered a state of sexual debauchery, developing a strange anticipation for the impending sadomasochistic act.

The fat man straddled his wife's shoulders, trapping her head between his laps. With his left hand, he pulled her hair back, tilting her face upwards, while his right hand gripped the base of his penis like a fleshy whip, and began to slap her face repeatedly. The rhythmic slapping sounds of his penis against her face filled my ears, and my heart pounded at an alarming rate. I pressed my hand to my chest, as if my heart was about to burst. I felt ashamed of my own depravity, of being unmoved by my wife being abused like a sex slave by a stranger, yet instead feeling sexually aroused, even desiring more prolonged and frenzied abuse. The fat man continued to slap his wife, occasionally asking, "Is this how you hit her? Hmm, is this how you hit her?" With each heavy slap, his wife frowned, her eyes tightly shut, gently twisting her face from side to side as if trying to dodge, or perhaps using different parts of her body to receive the blows. The fat man seemed to have exactly what his wife's reaction was, which only provoked her to receive an even more violent beating. The continuous slapping sounds, accompanied by the fat man's low, short nasal breathing, echoed throughout the small bedroom. His wife began to moan softly from her throat, "Mmm...mmm...ah..." "Hit me, Mr. Zhao, hit my lewd face, just like that, just...just like that..."

At this moment, his wife's facial expression became increasingly dazed; what kind of pleasure, what kind of satisfaction, was this? I could clearly see the up-and-down movement of her throat due to excitement and agitation, and hear her increasingly rapid breathing. Her moans also began to change tone, becoming more and more intense. "I'll beat you to death, I'll beat you to death, you slut!" The fat man grew increasingly excited, each blow harder than the last. His wife's face was covered with more and more lipstick and saliva applied to her penis, filled with an obscene expression. In the dim bedroom light, it gleamed with a mesmerizingly lewd glow.

The fat man's rough actions and vulgar, insulting language no longer disgusted me, no longer made me feel deeply insulted; instead, they aroused my stronger sexual urges. I even began to feel fortunate that I hadn't stormed in earlier, and I shamelessly hoped he would be even more violent. The fat man seemed to have tired of whipping me, releasing his grip on my wife's hair. He put his hands on his hips, straightened his thick, drool-covered penis, and commanded, "Alright, it's your turn to serve me properly. Suck me for a while." My wife opened her eyes, which were glazed and even somewhat intoxicated. Her hands were still supporting her round breasts, but her nipples were clearly beginning to swell. She tilted her head back and sucked on the fat man's glans. "Put your hands behind your back, like you're tied up," the fat man said, moving my wife's hands behind her back and clasping them together. Her cheeks, sunken from sucking, her sensual lips, and the intoxicated expression on her face as she continuously stroked his thick penis—all of this was enough to drive any man crazy. The increasing saliva in her mouth made each stroke louder than before, and the saliva propelling her penis in and out made it reflect light even more intensely. The clearly defined lip line on her lips began to blur, and the dark red lipstick started to spread beyond the lip line with the overflowing saliva, making everything look so obscene. The fat man handcuffed his wife's hands behind her back and ordered her to kneel down again. This time, however, the fat man was in no hurry to torture her. Instead, he stood at a distance, watching this naked and beautiful woman, making her look up at him, and then slowly moved her knees to his crotch. The fat man lifted his wife's face with his hands and commanded, "Say, 'Mr. Zhao, please allow me to use my lewd mouth instead of my vagina to relieve the fire in your penis.'" "Mr. Zhao, please allow me to use my lewd mouth instead of my vagina to relieve the fire in your penis," his wife repeated softly, her eyes closed. With a soft slap, the fat man gave her a light tap across the face. "Damn it, unwilling? Your voice is as soft as a mosquito's buzz." "Mr. Zhao, please allow me to use my lewd mouth instead of my vagina to relieve your penis's fire," his wife repeated, her eyes wide. "Hahaha, that's right, this is how you get your pleasure," the fat man said, pressing his wife's head down with both hands and slowly sliding his penis into her mouth. The distinctive gurgling sounds of oral sex echoed throughout the bedroom, wet gurgling sounds. Because his wife's hands were handcuffed, the fat man thrust his penis even more recklessly, pumping in and out violently. With each deep thrust, gurgling sounds could be heard from deep within his wife's throat, and occasionally, gags from the intense penetration. The deep penetration of his penis into her throat caused his wife to produce more sticky saliva in her mouth. A significant amount of this saliva was occasionally dragged out of her mouth by his penis during long thrusts, dripping down her chin onto her breasts and the floor. "Am I better than your husband?" "Say it, is my penis better than your husband's?" "Mr. Zhao, please, don't ask me that, okay?" "Feeling guilty towards your husband? Haha… I want this feeling from you. So good! Come on, let me continue to fuck you properly for your husband." The fat man grabbed his wife's hair and pulled it upwards. His wife endured the pain and stood up, but the fat man pushed her back onto the bed.

"Lie down, dangle your head over the edge of the bed, let me continue to fuck your mouth." His wife's hands were tied behind her back, and she could only slowly and laboriously lie down, while the fat man used his hands to pull her hair, forcing her to adjust her body position as he demanded. The wife's head was suspended at the foot of the bed, her face positioned directly between the crotch of the fat man standing there. The fat man admired the naked body of this beautiful woman, his penis rhythmically and excitedly throbbing. Finally, the fat man once again raised his thick penis and slowly inserted it into her mouth. This time, the fat man seemed much gentler, supporting himself on the edge of the bed with one hand to maintain his balance, while the other hand gently caressed his wife's breasts and lower abdomen. He slowly thrust his hips, allowing his penis to move in and out of his wife's mouth at a leisurely pace.

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