He married an extremely promiscuous wife.

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I've dated many girls, but the most attractive type to me is the wanton kind. Heaven chose a girl with a very strong sex drive to be my wife. Actually, she hadn't dated any other men before we married, but during our conversation on our wedding night, I saw the wanton desires hidden deep within her.

We embraced in bed, made love, and she lay panting in my arms. We whispered to each other for a while, and I asked her, "Now that you're my wife, tell me honestly, what are your wishes?"

I thought she would answer something like, "I want my husband to love me forever," or "I hope to have a child."

But she thought for a moment, then smiled mysteriously and asked somewhat shyly, "Won't you be angry if I tell you, honey?"

"How could I?" I gently stroked her hair.

My wife blushed and said, "I want many men."

This truly surprised me. "Why?" I asked.

"No reason, just want to. Of course, I don't want to make friends, any man will do."

"What do you want them to do?" I suddenly felt excited and continued to press.

"I want...I want," my wife smiled shyly, then whispered in my ear, "I want them to gang rape me, honey, will you save me?"

I slapped my wife's butt: "Of course not!"

"Okay!" My wife pretended to be angry, crawled out of the covers, and got naked onto the floor. Her pubic hair, covered with my semen and her own vaginal fluid, clung to her lower abdomen, making it impossible to cover her private parts, which glistened under the light.

"I'm going out to be raped right now." Although my wife was smiling, her eyes were somewhat serious.

I felt that this didn't seem to be a joke. Was my newlywed wife's vagina really going to be penetrated by someone else?

Before I could answer, my wife was already standing naked at the door, not even wearing slippers: "I'm going to the construction site downstairs, see you later!"

The construction site downstairs! Those were all migrant workers' tents; only those ugly, filthy migrant workers lived there. My wife… my newlywed virgin wife is gone!

I quickly dressed, taking my wife's clothes with me, and went downstairs. It was pitch black all around. Could my naked wife really have gone to the construction site? She was probably just joking, right? With a heart full of unease, I gazed at the construction site tents in the distance. Suddenly, a light came on inside one of the tents, followed by a commotion. I couldn't believe it. I quietly walked to a corner next to the construction site. Was my wife really there? While I was still wondering, I heard her voice: "Who's the leader here?"

A hoarse voice replied, "I am. Little wench, you came here naked, are you trying to have a son?" Then came a burst of laughter.

My wife joined in the laughter, saying, "Brothers, seeing how hard you all work day and night, I'm bringing you some milk to drink today, to help you recover." "Good!" The filthy bastards started clapping.

"Then you all line up," my wife said, seemingly taking command.

I couldn't contain myself any longer and gritted my teeth as I walked into the shed. "Wife, let's go home. It's too late."

My wife looked at me awkwardly. "You've come to rescue me now? You want me to leave, but will they agree?"

She then said to the migrant workers, "Those who want me to stay, hold me down." Before she finished speaking, the migrant workers swarmed forward and tackled my wife to the ground. My wife giggled incessantly. "Honey, I'm the commander-in-chief now! It's not up to you. Everyone line up, it's time to nurse!"

"Wife, you..." Seeing the unfriendly looks from those around me, I didn't dare to continue.

My wife was already lying on a table, and the migrant workers had formed a long line, about 20 people. My wife said that two people could come at a time because she had two milk-producing organs.

The foreman was, of course, the first. The second was a grizzled man with a face covered in dirt. The foreman squatted to my wife's left, his dirty hands pinching my wife's left breast, his black tongue enveloping my wife's plump nipple. The man with the fangs seemed particularly fond of the areola. He held my wife's nipple with his left hand and pressed his right hand against her breast, his large, yellowed teeth grinding and nibbling at the red areola.

My wife was truly aroused; she threw her head back and moaned loudly, "Ah...my nipples feel so good...suck my nipples...husband, do you like others sucking your wife's nipples?"

"Yes." I couldn't resist the pleasure of my wife being violated, and I was even more eager to see what would happen next.

My wife was shaken by my answer and excitedly shouted, "Everyone, come on! Listen up! Don't miss a single piece of flesh on my breasts! You have to eat every part of my breasts, areolas, and nipples, let your stinking saliva flow into the milk ducts on my nipples!"

At her command, the migrant workers surged forward like a tidal wave...

Hearing my wife's call, the migrant workers rushed forward, a dark mass of them. All I could see was my beloved wife's legs kicking wildly with excitement. I never imagined my woman could be so wanton. I called out, "Wife, how's it down there?"

My wife replied loudly, "Fantastic! Honey, my nipples are going to be bitten raw!"

At this moment, several migrant workers who hadn't gotten any milk couldn't contain themselves any longer. They spread my wife's legs and began to frantically lick my wife's genitals. My wife screamed, cursing, "You stinking son! You're already playing with your mother's genitals!"

Then another group of migrant workers moved from my wife's breasts to her lower body. Two migrant workers were tearing at my wife's labia with their teeth, one was licking her vagina, and another was eating her clitoris. The others weren't sparing any area around her vagina either.

I was beyond excited; my wife, who had just lost her virginity, had become a tool for the migrant workers to vent their lust. My

wife was still pouting and reporting to me, "Honey, these filthy devils are licking my hymen! If you don't save me, my hymen will be licked to pieces!" I said gleefully, "You've already broken it. Let those filthy devils stick their tongues into your uterus and lick it clean too."

"Okay!" my wife cried out. "Sons, push harder, shove your tongues all the way in!"

The two migrant workers worked even harder, pulling my wife's labia apart, making her vagina a large, round hole. The migrant worker in the middle grinned evilly, stuck out his long tongue, and thrust it in!

"Ah!—" My wife's painful yet pleasurable screams echoed from the crowd.

I congratulated my wife, "Honey, are you feeling good?"

She replied, "You really enjoy seeing your wife's vagina being licked by that filthy ghost."

"So what?" I answered. Before I could finish, the migrant worker who had first licked my wife's clitoris pulled out his penis, a foot long and two inches in diameter, and pressed it against the entrance of my wife's vagina, then slowly inserted it.

My wife whistled happily, "Honey, a penis is inside your wife's vagina!"

"Great!" I exclaimed, even more excited, "Tell me how it feels!"

"Mine... ah, its glans has reached my vaginal sphincter... oh oh... it's reached my G-spot... ah... it hit my cervix!"

The first migrant worker had inserted his penis into my wife's vagina, so now she had two large penises inside her at the same time. But others couldn't watch, so several migrant workers successively poked their fingers into the gap, touching the inner walls of my wife's vagina.

It was unbelievable! My wife's vagina could actually accommodate two penises and seven or eight fingers, and the number of fingers kept increasing. The migrant worker not only inserted them but also started thrusting.

"What a wide vagina!" I praised.

"Thank you for the compliment," my wife cried out again, "Who will fuck my ass?"

Immediately, a penis was inserted, and my wife cried, "Add another one!" Another penis was shoved in, while several fingers were being inserted into her anus.

"You have quite the appetite," I exclaimed sincerely.

"What's so special about it?" my wife said proudly, "My urethra can hold a penis!"

"I don't believe it," I deliberately provoked her.

She got really angry, grabbed a migrant worker's penis, and shoved it into her urethra. I couldn't believe that my wife's tiny urethra could actually accommodate a penis. At first, the penis wouldn't go in no matter what she did, but with a lot of pulling and pushing, the penis gradually disappeared, and blood began to flow from my wife's urethra.

I felt a pang of sympathy and asked my wife with concern, "Does it hurt a lot?"

My wife shook her head frantically, "It feels so good! It's piercing my bladder!"

Now, five penises were simultaneously rubbing against my wife's vagina, anus, and urethra, two more were in her mouth, and two were in her hands. The remaining migrant workers could only rub their penises against my wife's skin. One short migrant worker rubbed his penis against my wife's foot, but after a while, seemingly unsatisfied, he stuffed her little toe into his penis.

Some of the migrant workers started ejaculating, their semen splattering on my wife's stomach and breasts. My wife's throat began to gurgle; I guessed she was drinking the filthy men's white liquid. The thought of the migrant workers' semen flowing from my wife's mouth into her stomach inexplicably made me happy.

But what made me even happier was that my wife's lower body started to gush! With a roar from the foreman, my beloved wife's legs shot up into the air, her buttocks raised even higher, and a penis, deep inside her cervix, generously poured semen into her ovaries. My

wife cried out joyfully, "Shoot! Shoot! I've been raped, my sons have shot into my uterus! My ovaries are soaked with semen! Good sons! Fill them with more!"

The fire from her anus was equally intense, and her bleeding urethra gushed forth a white fountain!

The migrant workers, having been holding back for so long, took turns ravaging my wife's vagina, anus, urethra, and genitals, leaving no inch of her skin untouched. My wife experienced repeated orgasms, her moans rising and falling. The debauchery

didn't end until dawn, but my wife was still unsatisfied. The foreman said he had many fellow villagers scattered across various construction sites, but some sites had too many workers. My wife was thrilled, so we made a deal: he would take us to a different site each night, where the workers would gang rape my wife.

Before dawn, I took my wife, who was covered in soot, and we ran into some elementary and middle school students on their way to school in the stairwell. I made them take turns having sex with her.

Back home, as I was having sex with her, I imagined what would happen at other construction sites that night.

What happened next is another story.

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