American Past

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Life in America isn't easy for Chinese people; it's not as glamorous as it seems. Language, culture,
food, social interactions… everything is different. I've thought about going back to China, but the thought of
starting all over again made me back down, especially since Tong and I both have good jobs.

We met in school and got married after two years together. Tong is very career-driven;
her work quickly earned her a promotion to project manager. I, on the other hand, am less ambitious and often complacent.
Tong occasionally criticizes me, but we have a good relationship and it's all in a joke.

Actually, there were warning signs, but I, too content with my current situation, ignored them. Looking back,
Tong was unusually restless and often seemed hesitant to speak, only citing work and
overtime .

A more obvious sign was when I saw Tong reading articles about sexual harassment; I simply assumed
she was just killing time. I didn't investigate further at the time, but now I think if I had persisted in asking, I might
not be .

However, Tong's irritability only lasted for a little over a month. Then she seemed like a different person, always radiant
, becoming more and more beautiful and fond of dressing up, only working overtime more frequently. I was relieved that Tong had overcome her difficulties and
happy for her transformation.

This happened last November.

That day, Tong was working overtime as usual, but it started raining outside, and the temperature plummeted by ten degrees, making it very cold and damp. I was worried that Tong would
catch a cold, so I went to pick her up around her usual end time.

When I arrived at her company, it was about 8:30, and unsurprisingly, the outer gate was already locked. Luckily, Tong was
a manager and had a spare electronic access card at home, which allowed me to enter easily.

But the further I went in, the more surprised I became; there was absolutely no atmosphere of overtime work. Tong's company was an accounting firm, and
when they received a large order, the entire company would usually work overtime together. Tong had recently been telling me about how big her latest order was
.

I nervously hurried towards Tong's office. Thankfully, her light was on, and her coat and bag were on
the table , which at least meant she was still there. Relieved, I strolled around casually. I'd never
been to her company before, and this time I wanted to take a good look around while no one was around.

Originally, I just wanted to walk to the end of the corridor to see the Chicago night view, but as I neared the end,
I noticed a slightly ajar door, from which I could hear intermittent voices.

I didn't want to disturb them, but the scene gave me a strange feeling, like playing Assassin's Creed, so I
mustered my courage and went inside.

It was an office area; the staff had all gone home. The voices were coming from a meeting room in the corner.
The meeting room was a private space partitioned by floor-to-ceiling glass, and the blinds were all drawn to block the view.
Curious, I peered through one of the partially closed blinds and saw something I couldn't believe.

I saw three disheveled foreign men frantically having sex with a dark-haired woman.

It was obviously Tong; the voices I'd heard earlier were Tong's moans. I recognized
two of the three men: Bob, Tong's boss, and Dustin, Tong's colleague. The third, a
bald man I didn't recognize, was probably also in management.

They were raping Tong! That was my first thought. Just as I was about to angrily rush in and beat them up
, I noticed something.

Tong's face showed no pain, only a hungry lust and the excitement of pleasure. This pause allowed
me to notice more details. The black open-crotch stockings and the nearly ten-centimeter black stiletto sandals Tong was wearing
were things I'd never seen before. These weren't her clothes, at least not ever seen in her home.

A terrible thought flashed through my mind: Tong was cheating on me. But that was too crazy, how could it be? Tong
's sexual conservatism was completely opposite to her free-spirited nature; she even refused to have sex with the lights on.
Suspicion stopped me, and I slowly retreated.

Bob lay on his back on the conference table, his penis, as thick as a child's forearm, squeezing Tong's vagina until it was deformed and
foaming.

Dustin stood by the table, forcefully spreading Tong's soft, white buttocks with both hands, panting as he
shoved his penis into her anus. The simultaneous entry of two enormous penises made Tong's lower body incredibly crowded and difficult to penetrate,
but Tong clearly tried her best to flatten her buttocks and cooperate with the thrusting motion.

Lubricated by abundant love juices, the two enormous penises slowly and irresistibly
moved in and out of the two stretched, deformed orifices, turning over and pushing back the tender flesh at the edges of the orifices.

Tong was clearly adept at this, enjoying the double penetration while reveling in the four hands roaming and caressing
her body.

The remaining bald man looked to be Hispanic, with sharp features and muscular build, possessing a distinctly masculine
appearance . Of the three men, he was the most neatly dressed, completely naked. He stood on the table, gently stroking and playing with Tong
's long hair, smiling as he looked down at Tong who was serving him.

Tong was diligently sucking and spitting out the bald man's huge penis with her small mouth. Her bright red lips made her delicate features appear
almost translucent white. Her eyes met the bald man's, and they seemed to be smiling. Her hands were also busy, gently
kneading the two testicles beneath the large penis.

At this moment, the bald man spoke, "　Hey guys, when is my turn to taste Tony's lady part?
I can't　 wait! " Before the two men who were fucking Tong could answer, Tong preemptively replied. She pulled　the bald man's large penis out of her mouth with some displeasure , not even bothering to wipe away the sticky fluid. "What the fuck, Ferdi! You're testing my lady's　part!" she said, giving Ferdi a seductive glance before turning his large penis sideways, baring her teeth, and biting down on it. (Because I remember these two sentences quite well, I'm using the English here; I'll replace them with Chinese translations later.)

Fudi gasped, causing the other two men to burst into laughter. Embarrassed, Fudi retaliated against Tong by
rubbing his penis horizontally against her mouth, drawing out trails of sticky fluid—it was unclear whether it was saliva or semen.

"Fudi's so impatient, haha! Toni's right, she's a wonderful sex organ;
she can use any part of her body to make love to you if she wants! Right, Toni? Ouch!"

Bob, lying beneath Tong, let out a dramatic howl. Tong had just slammed down hard on her vulva, and
Bob's enormous penis had clearly bent, thrusting forcefully to the top. Tong, of course, was also jolted by the impact on her uterus,
causing her to groan loudly.

"Bob's right!" Dustin added, "Giving Toni a blowjob is
like going to heaven. She's better than the high-class escorts I paid $2000 for in Vegas!"

Toni rolled her eyes at Dustin with a resentful look, her allure making him
pound her ass like a man possessed.

Hormones surged in the conference room, even my penis hardened. Toni's
lewd words and seductive appearance made me forget that I was having an affair with three men.

The three men began to compete, relentlessly thrusting into the holes they controlled, their moans rising
and falling .

With a sharp cry, Toni reached her climax first. She spat out Ferdi's penis, her hands stroking her neck as if
saving herself from suffocation, her muscles tense.

"Ahhhh... I'm going to climax... I... I... Fuck me... Fuck me..."

The intense pleasure made her eyes roll back. My God, all that "it felt so good" Tong said during sex
was a lie! Compared to this climax, the pleasure I gave her was nothing!

Suddenly, a gush of fluid gushed out from the gap between Bob's penis and Tong's vagina,
spraying out like a high-pressure water gun.

Tong squirted from being fucked, and this stimulation caused Bob and Dustin to howl and ejaculate almost simultaneously
. Forgetting to enjoy the pleasure of ejaculation, they quickly pulled out their penises and, together with Ferdi, lay down
between Tong's open thighs to watch the squirting up close.

"Toni, how many times have you squirted now?"

"Our Toni has a natural slutty body!"

"Holy water!"

Ferdi even excitedly climbed onto Toni's vulva, licking her swollen clitoris incessantly with his tongue,
sucking her juices.

Toni's moans grew louder; far from being shy, she spread her legs wider, her hands lovingly
holding Ferdi's head, pressing him tightly against her vulva.

"I...I want more..." Her face flushed crimson.

Bob and Durtin shrugged, indicating they were powerless to help, and everyone grinned wickedly at
Ferdi's erect penis.

Ferdi whispered something to Bob and Durtin with a wicked grin, and the two nodded and laughed.
Whistling, they lifted the limp Toni into the air, using her legs as supports. Tong protested, but her
beautiful, spring-like eyes were full of anticipation.

This position left Tong completely suspended in the air, her lower body wide open. Ferdi rubbed
his , put on a large condom, and then thrust into her. With the assistance of the other two, he began
to penetrate Tong, who had nowhere to exert any force and didn't want to.

At this moment, Tong's vagina and anus were still not closed from being penetrated, making it easy for Ferdi to enter.
He playedfully held his penis, alternating between her vagina and anus, causing Tong to moan continuously.
Later, to speed up the connection with Ferdi's penis, she simply wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close.

The lewd scene lasted for about fifteen minutes before ending with Ferdi's roar.

But that wasn't all. Tong, now on the ground, actually took off Ferdi's condom, which was full of semen
, and sucked on the semen like a jelly while lovingly caressing the penis that had just been used on her.

After their satisfying release, the men, as if returning a gift, clung to Tong, like slaves serving a queen,
or masters rewarding their pampered subjects, kissing her silk-stockinged feet, her muddy genitals, and her
bright red earlobes.

They lingered like this for a while before the four of them chatted casually and parted ways. Tong, her ample breasts swaying, walked naked
from the waist down back to her office.

A bizarre scene. The lewd act seemed like just part of their daily routine.

The men said "see you tomorrow" and left, as if they
had just finished a day's work and were saying goodbye.

I didn't move. While Tong was sucking her semen, I quietly left and hid in
the room opposite her office, coldly observing the farce end.

Yes, I didn't rush in. This might provoke your contempt, but I had my reasons. First, Tong was
there willingly . Second, I couldn't beat those three men. Only after the three men in suits left, and after
confirming that no one was around, did I approach Tong's office.

Tong had just put on her top and was struggling to remove her
stockings , completely unaware of me standing in the doorway.

I leaned against the doorframe for a moment, then knocked to signal my arrival.

"Hi..." Her smile froze on her face. Fear caused the lingering dampness to vanish quickly, and Tong's
face turned deathly pale.

"Huh? Husband...husband, you...you..." She stammered, but being a business elite, she immediately
tried to turn the situation around. "Hi...huh, how did you get here? How did you get in? I..."

She tried to stand up but forgot about the half-removed semen-soaked stockings on her legs, tripped, and almost fell,
barely managing to sit back down.

I didn't speak, just looked back and forth between her face, her bare genitals, and the sticky stockings.
An awkward silence fell over the office.

"You..." she hesitated, "You saw everything?" Her voice was barely a whisper.

"Yes, your lady part-time tasty?" I replied with a mocking
laugh .

Tong panicked, ignoring the obstruction of her stockings, and crawled towards me on her knees, "Husband, husband, please let me explain, I... I..."

The image of her kneeling on the table, smiling as she gave oral sex flashed through my mind, and anger welled up inside me.

"Slap!" I slapped her across the face, "You bitch! I was blind!"

The slap was hard, and half of Tong's face turned red. I had never hit her before; this was the first time,
and probably the last.

Tong covered her face in terror and looked up at me, wanting to argue but ultimately saying nothing, and then lowered her head and lay on
the ground, sobbing.

Hitting someone wouldn't solve the problem, and besides, I felt sorry for her; after all, just an hour ago, she was
the woman I worried about.

I pulled up a chair and sat down next to her, silently watching my crying wife. She cried on and off for
half an hour, and only when I was about to lose patience with her continuous questioning did she finally muster the courage to describe what
had happened .

It turns out that several months ago, around the time I noticed Tong's strange behavior, things had already started to show
signs of trouble.

Tong was genuinely busy working overtime then, but she noticed something odd. She was frequently losing her stockings.
Tong had an embarrassing problem—sweaty feet. This wouldn't normally be a problem, but her company required a standard
office lady attire: a shirt, pencil skirt, black stockings, and high heels. Wet stockings always slipped inside her shoes, causing considerable
discomfort . So she always kept several pairs of new stockings in her office for emergencies, and usually
kept the ones she wore in her drawer.

Tong always felt that a few pairs of dirty stockings would disappear every now and then, but she always thought it was just her imagination.

Until one afternoon, she was certain she had lost a pair. It was a sexy, ultra-thin pair of stockings, embroidered with alluring butterfly patterns
near the thigh. These were originally meant for a casual party, but her conservative
work stockings had just run out, so she was using them temporarily. And she had just changed out of them that morning; she was
certain they were gone.

Tong felt terrified. Clearly, someone was stealing her personal belongings, and their lewd motives were obvious.

She asked her secretary under a pretext and learned that several people had come to see her that morning, but only Durtin had actually entered her
office He had entered alone under the pretext of retrieving some documents but left quickly.

Durtin! Tong gritted her teeth. She had long noticed that this guy's gaze was off;
who always stares down there? "I'm going to confront him!"

Tong was straightforward; that was her thought at the time. But the thought of another man stealing her stockings
actually , and her crotch felt damp.

Tong knew that Durtin would stay alone in his office every day after lunch until the end of his lunch break, and she
felt that was the best time to confront him, since it wasn't something that could be made public.

However, when she rushed into Durtin's office without even knocking, she began to regret her
decision . Durin was slumped on the sofa, naked from the waist down, Tong's black stockings wrapped
like around his magnificent penis.

"So big..." All anger vanished; this was the only thought in Tong's mind. Sex is
one of human instincts, and the penis before her was almost twice the size of her husband's at his peak.

"God, what would it feel like to be fucked by it..." Tong's face flushed, and her groin began to itch,
her legs unconsciously rubbing together.

Durin hadn't expected anyone to barge into his office without knocking at this moment, and he stood there stunned in
surprise . But Tong's burning gaze was like a final push to his climax; his semen
spurted out without warning, hitting Tong squarely in the chest.

Tong felt as if she'd been scalded by hot water; her legs went weak, and she cried out as she collapsed to the floor.

Durin then jumped up, restraining Tong as she struggled to crawl towards the door. He sensed something in Tong's
eyes his career would be ruined if word got out, he
decided to take the risk.

Dustin raped Tong on the office carpet. The act was quick; the thrill of the crime and Tong's
unexpectedly lubricated vagina caused Dustin to ejaculate a second time quickly. Tong covered her mouth tightly, not uttering a sound.
After Dustin ejaculated, she broke free from his control, slapped him hard, and
ran out, covering her torn stockings and underwear.

Dustin didn't stop her; he knew he had committed a grave offense and could only leave it to fate.

Tong rushed into the bathroom, desperately trying to wipe away Dustin's semen with toilet paper, but the more she wiped, the more there was;
Dustin's semen mixed with her own vaginal fluid flowed out.

Tong whimpered silently, lamenting the torment she had suffered and her sensitive, helpless body.
But the thrill of that transgression had given him an unprecedented pleasure.

Tong listened intently, and after confirming no one was around, her middle finger trembled as she inserted it
into …

Dustin spent two days in a state of anxiety, finding that neither the police nor his superiors had
spoken to . His lust and audacity rekindled, and he decided to take a risky gamble
.

One night while working overtime, Dustin seized an opportunity to follow Tong to her underground parking garage and
raped her again in her BMW.

This time, Tong resisted fiercely, but her half-hearted cooperation and suppressed, excited moans told
Dustin that this slut wasn't completely rejecting his advances.

Sure enough, his bold move yielded a rich reward. Tong still didn't report his actions, choosing
silence once more, which delighted Dustin.

From then on, Tong's stockings were never lost again, and instead, the assaults escalated with each new violation.
The printing room, the lounge, the emergency staircase, the rooftop… Dustin would always appear out of nowhere, then,
leering enter her body again and again.

Tong knew right from wrong, of course, but she couldn't do it. She experienced an orgasm that her husband couldn't give her.
The novelty of the setting, the constant fear of being discovered, and the sight of the thick, long foreign man's penis all made her unable to extricate herself.
Therefore , birth control pills became an essential item in her handbag. Although she was immersed in new orgasms,
she didn't want to betray her husband; he was a gentle and good man, and she didn't want to embarrass him. "Let this sin
be borne by my lowly body," she thought.

Every time Dustin caught her, she would still resist, but then she would eagerly
enjoy the orgasm.

Until one time, when she was dragged into the men's restroom and sexually assaulted, the birth control pills in her bag fell out.

Dustin naturally understood the meaning behind it, and the two of them came clean, becoming official
friends with benefits.

With one, there could be two; with two, there could be three, so Bob and Ferdi
also "coincidentally" joined, forming a small group.

The men promised to provide Tong with work-related conveniences and sexual needs. In return, Tong satisfied their sexual desires. Neither
side affected their families; they maintained a purely friends with benefits relationship.

From then on, Tong's career flourished, and her body, satisfied by semen, became increasingly alluring. Men
marveled at their discovery, saying that even three men couldn't satisfy her, resorting to having sex twice a week to avoid failing to meet
their quotas.

This "harmonious" relationship continued until I returned.

Tong knelt and begged for my forgiveness. She cried, her hands almost tearing her clothes, swearing that I
was her only love. She admitted she had succumbed to lust, but pleaded for another chance; we
could start over anywhere in the world.

I thought for a long time, but ultimately refused.

"Don't say you love me with someone else's penis in your mouth!" I forget where I heard that, but given the circumstances
, it was the last thing I said to her.

As I left the signed divorce papers and dragged my simple luggage out of the apartment, I cried.
This apartment held countless memories of our love and struggles. Not all young couples, including Americans
, can afford to buy a house in Chicago Loop, but we did.

Tears made me realize how much I loved Tong, and how much I hated her.

I quit my job, left Chicago, found a new job in Portland, and started a new
life .

Even though I left, I still couldn't help but occasionally inquire about Tong.

Without me, her life still seemed good. Linkedin
showed she had been promoted to VP (Vice President), and had changed jobs several times, always in high positions. Her profile photos were
glamorous and professional.

But there were also many negative rumors. Some said she constantly changed men, some said her
high positions came from prostitution, and there were even rumors that she had abortions for several wealthy men,
completely reduced to a sex toy for the rich, summoned and dismissed at will.

I didn't believe Tong was that kind of person, or rather, I didn't want to believe it. Even if she had cheated on me, I still
wanted to believe she was the positive, gentle, and kind woman I once knew.

I met Tong again three years after I left Chicago. Our story will continue later.
The next story is about some of my past in Portland.

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