Gradually falling into

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My husband rang the doorbell, and amidst hurried footsteps, Shirley opened the door.

"Hi! Long time no see." "Yeah! Long time no see." "Come in quickly, Jian and Shumin are already here." Entering the spacious living room, Cheng, Jian, and Shumin all stood up from the sofa, and the group exchanged pleasantries.

Although it had been a long time, it had only been a little over ten days.

But the way my husband and the others were so enthusiastic made it seem like they hadn't seen each other for months or even years.

I smiled and shook hands with Shirley and Shumin to show my closeness, and then we all sat down on the sofa.

Cheng and Jian were my husband's high school classmates, and they went to the same university. Although they were in different departments, their relationship was almost like that of brothers, so even more than ten years after graduation, they still often hung out together.

Ah-Jian, having studied physical education, is tall and robust, at least 185cm tall, and now works as a high school physical education teacher. Ah-Cheng, on the other hand, is thinner, but possesses a natural talent for business and a shrewd, business-like demeanor. Sure enough, after graduation, he went to work as a sales representative for an international pharmaceutical company and is now a regional manager. His wife, Shirley, works in insurance and is a colleague of Ah-Jian's wife, Shu-Min. Interestingly, Shirley was the one who introduced Ah-Jian to Shu-Min.

This is Ah-Cheng and his wife Shirley's three-story villa in the eastern suburbs of Taipei. Although the location is somewhat remote, it's a rare and quiet place in the metropolitan area. For those with flexible jobs like Ah-Cheng and Shirley, it's a suitable place to live.

However, for a working woman like me who has to rush to work every day and then come home to take care of her child, this is not an option.

In fact, to get here, I had to send my youngest daughter, Rong-Rong, back to my parents' house early in the morning for my mother to look after her for the day.

For example, we agreed to meet here for lunch at noon today. Even though it takes an hour to get here from home, my husband kept criticizing my clothes right before I left around 10 am. He said they were too old-fashioned, not casual enough, and not light enough. I kept changing them, and I was so annoyed I almost didn't want to come with him.

Finally, after much pleading and begging, I put on a two-piece light blue linen sleeveless top and skirt, paired with white strappy high-heeled sandals.

I just glanced at my watch and it's already 12:30 pm! Even though it's a long journey, I still feel really embarrassed to be late.

Luckily, Ah Cheng and Ah Jian seemed to be watching TV, so at least that distracted them from our lateness a little.

However, the screen was off when I sat down on the sofa, so I have no idea what they were watching.

Shirley immediately came over and pulled us up to go into the restaurant. It was then that I noticed how stylish she looked today—a white, spaghetti-strap knit mini-dress that barely covered her small, rounded hips, revealing her long legs in black high-heeled sandals. It accentuated her curvaceous figure and made her partially exposed breasts even more alluring.

I then looked at Shumin, who was wearing an orange-red cotton top that revealed her slender waist and fair belly, paired with a black short leather skirt and tall leather boots. Her figure was equally outstanding.

It seemed I was dressed the most conservatively, but it always turned out this way. Sometimes I wondered if my husband's fondness for being with Ah Cheng and the others stemmed from his enjoyment of their wives.

A few times I couldn't help but try to subtly ask him about it, but he would just stammer and give a vague answer. However, since he didn't see them every day, I didn't press him further.

But now, looking at my husband's ridiculous expression, his gaze seemed to linger on Shirley and Shumin again, making me want to pat him and remind him to tone it down a bit.

To be honest, Shirley and Shumin really do have the right to dress like that.

While I consider myself quite attractive—with my bright, beautiful eyes, slender figure, shapely legs, and smooth, porcelain skin—I've always been the focus of men's attention. However, my naturally delicate and shy personality, along with my upbringing, makes me very careful when choosing clothes. Of course, my workplace also doesn't allow us to dress too revealingly, especially now that I'm a mother. So, while the clothes I buy often showcase my figure, they're never excessively revealing.

However, Shirley and Shumin were different. They were two or three years younger than me and hadn't had children yet. Shirley was taller and thinner than me, with short, pretty black hair, a pair of incredibly clear eyes, and a beautiful face that was both delicate and strikingly handsome. Her slender figure, coupled with her two full breasts, exuded a capable and efficient aura.

Shumin was slightly shorter and a bit more voluptuous than me. Her figure was also very well-proportioned, but her measurements were more prominent, especially her large breasts, which were quite alluring. Her dyed, shoulder-length straight hair made her already delicate and lovely face even more charming and captivating.

Although their skin wasn't as fair as mine, it was still well-maintained and radiant.

In particular, they both had cheerful, lively, playful, and fun-loving personalities, and their careers offered them more freedom, so they could wear whatever they wanted.

I once asked them privately, "Don't your husbands care?" They both laughed and said, "If they dared to, we'd divorce them!" But the real reason, I think, is probably that Ah Cheng and Ah Jian initially met them because they liked their open personalities and styles.

However, trends really do spread, so now when I'm with them, I dress more boldly, and my husband has changed his previously stingy and guarded attitude. Sometimes he even asks me to pay more attention to matching their outfits, like today before we went out. It's both infuriating and funny.

The six of us chatted and laughed at the table, and with some red wine to liven things up, the meal quickly ended in a pleasant atmosphere.

Ah Cheng, in particular, probably because of his long-term sales work, kept telling dirty jokes, each one more explicit than the last, exaggerating how he went to brothels with the hospital's general affairs staff and doctors.

When I first heard his words, they were indeed quite harsh, but since they moved here, I've been spending weekend afternoons at their place once or twice a month for almost half a year now. After that long, I've pretty much gotten used to his outspokenness.

And today, he even went so far as to reveal the scandalous past of my husband, him, and Ah Jian before our marriage, detailing their indiscriminate affairs at hotels and guesthouses in great detail.

My husband could only look at me innocently, then demanded that everyone prove those were all things of the past, and that he hadn't dared to do anything like that since our marriage.

Of course, someone as intelligent as me couldn't possibly believe that, and I thought I'd definitely interrogate my husband again when we got home.

However, I really dislike people like Ah Cheng because he talks a lot, but his words are meaningless and you can't tell if he's telling the truth or not. He also often creates inexplicable situations.

For example, he'll sometimes compliment me, "Qiao Ni is so pretty! Come here! Give me a kiss!" and then pretend to pounce on me, forcing me to scream and run away.

Once, he actually hugged me, but thankfully he let go after I struggled a bit.

A couple of times, he would whisper in my ear, "Chiao-ni's panties look really sexy today." Although I don't know if he actually saw my underwear under my skirt, it made me constantly adjust my posture in front of him.

However, what surprised me was that occasionally, before leaving for his house, I would suddenly wonder if the style and color of my underwear were appropriate.

Why did this thought appear?

I really didn't know, and I felt strangely embarrassed, but a few times I actually changed my underwear on the spot because of it.

Today was no different. Before leaving the house, my husband kept urging me to change, so I secretly took off my nude-colored underwear and put on a more sexy pale yellow lace lingerie set.

Of course, Ah Cheng didn't just do this to me; he did it to Shu Min as well, which made me feel a little more at ease.

But Shu Min seemed quite enthusiastic about it, acting as if they were in a play, often perfectly matching each other's movements. When Ah Cheng hugged her, she would hug him back even tighter, and they would even kiss each other's cheeks and caress each other.

I don't know how Ah Jian viewed Shu Min's passionate performance. Originally, I felt quite sorry for Ah Jian because he was the kind of tall, strong man who seemed to have no guile, not talkative or showy. Marrying a lively wife like Shu Min would usually mean being tightly controlled.

However, one time I accidentally bumped into Ah Jian in the kitchen, seemingly kissing Shirley. When they heard me come in, they quickly separated. From then on, my original impression of them completely changed, and I even began to doubt the true nature of the relationships between the two couples.

I once asked my husband about these situations and this question in my mind, but he just kept saying it was impossible!

Impossible!

He told me not to overthink it.

Anyway, in fact, these things are none of my business. The most important thing is to keep my husband in check, to prevent his eyes from wandering to other women, or even accidentally getting caught up in someone else's lustful thoughts.

However, I noticed his eyes were still lingering on Shirley and Shumin, and I think I really need to have a serious talk with him when we get home.

Sometimes I can't help but question the necessity of spending weekend afternoons here. After all, this is my husband's friend's house. It's one thing for him to come, but why does he always insist that I come with him?

But my husband is quite insistent on me coming with him. On the other hand, I'm also worried that if I don't come, my husband might also get entangled with Shirley and Shumin.

So, although I'm somewhat reluctant, I have no choice but to come with him every time, which is tough on my daughter Rongrong, and every time I have to trouble her mother to take her with her.

But to be honest, I'm also very curious about Shirley and Shumin, and even a little envious.

They were both really good to me, and rarely held back in front of me. We were quite compatible friends, so the three of us would occasionally go shopping together.

Actually, shopping with them was a unique experience. Three beautiful, shapely women walking together—how could we not attract a lot of attention?

Especially since their clothes were so sexy, I always had to dress more modestly to match them. These three butterflies fluttering through the streets gave me a boost of my pre-marital confidence.

Later, I learned that Shirley and Shumin were actually college classmates, both from broken single-parent families, and had left home to support themselves in high school.

Shirley was expelled before graduating, supposedly because she was too wild.

Shumin was luckier; although her grades were barely passing, she at least graduated.

They told me that they were a pair of charming socialites in college, and with their open-mindedness, countless boys fell for them.

If they weren't lying, they must have slept with at least forty or fifty men back then. They even said their specialty was having a threesome with the same guy in bed. That was the first time I'd ever heard of a threesome, and when I asked them what it was, they thoroughly laughed at me.

Of course, they'd use this bedroom trick on strict male professors, so they could at least barely pass each semester.

As for why Shirley ended up with a 32, she said it was because most of the courses she took that semester were taught by female professors.

But Shumin told me privately that a married male professor, having tasted her sweetness, kept harassing her and even making many inappropriate demands. Finally, she couldn't bear it anymore and angrily reported him to the school, resulting in both her and the professor leaving the school.

After learning about this, my opinion of Shirley completely changed. I even sympathized with her situation at the time and began to understand her open-minded behavior.

Looking at myself, although I'm already 31, I've been pampered and protected since childhood. From school to employment, I've always had someone to take care of me, and I've never experienced any hardship.

Compared to the people around me, I thought I was relatively curious and playful, but after meeting Shirley and Shumin, I realized I was worlds apart, especially since their sexual experiences were far beyond my comprehension—it was something I couldn't even imagine.

Although I've never lacked suitors because of my beauty and outstanding temperament, and even after marriage, some men still don't understand the situation and occasionally express their admiration for me, my views on sex have always been rather conservative; I'm not a promiscuous woman.

The only men I've slept with besides my husband are my two ex-boyfriends, so I've only had sexual experiences with three men. I really can't imagine what it would be like to have sex with forty or fifty men, which is why I'm increasingly curious about their experiences.

During each gathering, behind their husbands' backs, they would still talk to me about their past, including work-related matters. Sometimes, they would inadvertently mention how they had to sacrifice their looks or even offer themselves to others before marriage to boost insurance sales, which I couldn't help but find astonishing.

At least in my job, I only had some male colleagues with lustful but cowardly intentions engaging in petty sexual harassment; I had never heard of anyone having to have sex due to work-related pressures.

As for whether they still had to deal with such work-related troubles after marriage, they would just smile ambiguously and tell me to tell them later.

After dinner, the men went to the living room to rest, while Shumin and I hurriedly cleaned the table and helped Shirley wash the dishes.

Usually, the after-dinner entertainment was playing mahjong, but today I didn't hear any sound of setting up the mahjong table and chairs. When I returned to the living room, I found that the men were watching DVDs.

Unexpectedly, when I looked up, I saw a pornographic DVD of men and women engaging in sexual intercourse on the screen. I suddenly realized that before my husband and I came in, the two couples had been watching this kind of film.

Shirley and Shumin immediately sat down next to their husbands. Although I was somewhat reluctant, since no one seemed to care, I had no choice but to sit down next to my husband as well. Of

course, this wasn't my first time watching this kind of film, but in the past, my husband and I would only watch it privately at home when we were flirting. I had never watched it with so many unrelated people before.

Everyone was still drinking red wine while watching the screen.

It was a Japanese DVD with no censorship, featuring the male and female protagonists undressing, kissing, sucking each other's genitals, and finally engaging in a wild, frenzied sexual intercourse—pornography always follows the same formula.

But this time, amidst the female protagonist's moans, there was also discussion and teasing from the other men and women.

"Wow! That guy's dick is so big!" "Is it as big as mine?" "You're such a pervert!" "That woman's pussy is so tender!" "Yeah! And so wet, it's no worse than yours." "You're so annoying!" "Oh my! How can there be such a way of having sex? It's amazing!" "You can try it too!" "Hehe!" Perhaps because they had drunk a little at the dinner table, everyone was talking without restraint. These obscene words were quite grating to me; at least I couldn't say them myself, not even when I'm having sex with my husband, let alone in front of others.

But I figured it was fine for everyone to watch and talk, and I didn't want to spoil their fun.

Finally, the movie ended, but Ah Cheng mysteriously pulled out another disc and asked everyone to guess what it contained.

Although everyone knew it was probably another pornographic film, they all speculated and guessed, but no one could guess what it contained.

Finally, Ah Cheng revealed the answer with a wicked grin.

"It's the sex tape of a certain popular actress that's been

making headlines these past few days." "Ah!..." Everyone exclaimed in surprise. It was a sex tape of a popular actress, touted as the most beautiful and artistic, who was rumored to be having sex with a tycoon in a five-star hotel, secretly recorded by paparazzi using hidden cameras. Although both the actress and the tycoon held separate press conferences to vehemently deny it, newspaper and magazine reports and some pictures made it seem quite plausible.

Although I despised this kind of behavior, my ever-curious curiosity made me, like everyone else, eager to see what the tape contained.

Amidst everyone's anticipation, the disc began playing. The picture quality was poor, and the sound effects were also terrible, but the key parts were clearly visible, and the sounds were recognizable.

The actress's face and private parts were particularly clear.

After undressing, the actress removed her only white panties and began sucking on the tycoon's penis, sliding it up and down with lewd sounds. Finally, she sat on the tycoon, grasped his penis, and inserted it into her dark, pubic area, then cried out in a seductive voice, "Brother...faster...

it feels so good..." This was completely different from her usual carefully cultivated image of being well-mannered, intelligent, and gentle, finally revealing to everyone what true hypocrisy was.

As the DVD neared its end, the discussion shifted to the various dark secrets of the film and television industry. Before

becoming a physical education teacher, Ah-Jian, whose muscular physique had caught a talent scout's eye and landed roles in several obscure television dramas, remarked that the debauchery within the industry was unimaginable to outsiders, citing several examples he knew.

Ah-Cheng also compared the rumored fees charged by actresses in entertainment venues, analyzing and verifying his observations based on experiences he'd heard from certain doctors, offering his own critiques.

Shu-Min also recounted the stories of some of her clients who... The agent had told her about her experiences pimping between actresses and wealthy men.

When it comes to promiscuity in society, in my opinion, it ultimately stems from men's inherent tendency to objectify women, especially the vicious cycle created by playboys who find pleasure in pursuing famous actresses.

Intrigued, I joined the discussion, offering my perspective. Our lively exchange brought the atmosphere in the living room to a fever pitch, and I relaxed, unconsciously drinking a bit more red wine. Of course,

everyone has different opinions, and such discussions rarely reach a conclusion.

But one thing Shirley said later kept replaying in my mind: her statement that "women in the film industry are just tools used to make money without gaining anything in return," to which she simply replied, "Perhaps they also derive unexpected pleasure from it, which is why they can't extricate themselves." I unconsciously connected this to her past experiences of sleeping with men while striving for performance at work. Could it be… she was talking about her own experience?

Am I overthinking things?

The video finally ended, and the discussion came to a halt.

Someone suggested playing mahjong, but many more objected.

"It's always mahjong, isn't it boring!" "Yeah! Let's try something new!" "Yeah! Something high-energy, okay?" And so another round of chatter ensued, but they still couldn't decide what to do next.

Suddenly, Ah Cheng's playful demeanor vanished, replaced by a serious expression. "Hmm! How about this!" "Let's play the most exciting one!" "Yay! Okay!" I cheered along with the others.

"But no one here can object," Ah Cheng said solemnly.

"Okay! Okay!..." Everyone agreed.

"If anyone objects, they'll be at the mercy of others," Ah Cheng continued.

"Okay! Okay!..." I hesitated a bit, but perhaps a little tipsy, and agreed with everyone else.

Ah Cheng's playful expression returned.

"What do you want to play? Tell us quickly!" everyone urged.

Ah Cheng slowly revealed his game.

He said he wanted to play dice.

What's so great about rolling dice?

What's so exciting about it?

But after hearing about his game, my face turned red and then green.

It turned out that the dice game he wanted everyone to play wasn't the usual money or alcohol gambling, but a gambling game of taking off clothes. Six people would roll the dice together, and the person who lost the most in each round would have to take off an item of clothing. At the end, whoever had the worst luck would be the first to be completely naked.

My God!

What kind of game is this?

But Shirley and Shumin immediately cheered!

As usual, Jian nodded without saying a word.

I could only hope my husband would object, so I quickly reached out and grabbed his hand.

"Okay!" The words I least wanted to hear came from my husband's mouth. I turned to look at him in disbelief, only to see his gaze lingering on Shirley and Shumin.

At that moment, all eight eyes of the other four people were fixed on me, waiting for my answer.

I really wanted to say no, but somehow, I just didn't have the courage to say it.

"Qiao Ni, don't forget our agreement. If you don't agree now, you'll be at our mercy."

Ah Cheng said with a wicked grin, his eyes fixed on my pale legs beneath my short skirt.

I quickly closed my legs a little more.

Oh no!

I regretted it now. I had agreed too quickly without thinking.

I should have known Ah Cheng was never a good person.

If I fell into his hands and let him do as he pleased, the consequences would only be worse. Who knows what kind of wicked scheme he would come up with to torment me?

I remembered his disgusting face as he wrapped his arms around me earlier, and a wave of panic washed over me.

But where was my husband?

Shouldn't he step in to save me?

Husband!

Husband!

I cried out inwardly, hoping he would turn around and look at me, understand my feelings, and quickly resolve this predicament for me.

But my husband's gaze remained fixed on Shirley and Shumin sitting next to him, and my jealousy and resentment instantly reached their peak.

That bastard!

I knew it. He'd been lusting after Shirley and Shumin's bodies for a long time. This game suggestion was perfect for him, like a fish in water, and he didn't even care that his wife's body was being admired by other men at the same time.

Damn it!

How hateful!

Fine!

Very well!

If that's the case, why should I be afraid of others seeing my figure?

With these thoughts swirling around, I steeled myself and said, "Okay!" Everyone laughed, but I calmly added, "However, I have one condition. If you don't agree, then we can't play."

Everyone eagerly asked what the condition was.

Just as I was secretly deciding to agree, I also calmly considered how many layers of clothing I was wearing and how much I had to gamble with.

Today I have two outer garments, plus a bra, underwear, and two sandals, making a total of six items. That's about the same as Shumin's, a little more than Shirley's. The three stinky men have about five or six items each, so I don't really have much of an advantage.

But if I add earrings, necklaces, rings, and watches, the men definitely can't compete with the women, and I'm probably the woman with the most to lose.

So my condition is that in addition to clothes, all the accessories on my body must be included.

The men all shook their heads in opposition, because they would be at the biggest disadvantage.

But Shirley and Shumin sided with me and expressed their support. In the end, these three stinky men, probably blinded by lust, didn't want to miss this great opportunity to witness three beautiful women completely disregarding their boundaries, and finally agreed.

Ah Cheng went upstairs to get the dice, while Shirley went into the kitchen to get a large porcelain bowl. And so, with the clinking of the two dice against the bowl, the game began.

In the first round, I had the fewest points, but it was okay; I took off my left earring.

In the second round, Ah Jian had the fewest points, so he took off his watch.

In the third round, Ah Cheng drew "bg," and naturally, he lost.

While joking around, he explained to everyone that "b" meant "vagina" and "g" meant "chicken." Amidst everyone's laughter, he ignored the other things he could take off and took off his trousers first, which naturally drew another round of jeers.

After a dozen or so rounds, the outcome was becoming clear. Ah-Shen was left with only a pair of

tight black briefs; Ah-Cheng was still wearing leopard-print briefs and two black socks; my husband was still

wearing white boxer briefs, and a sock; I was lucky enough to have plenty of accessories, so I still had a sleeveless top, a skirt, a bra, and briefs underneath, plus a sandal; Shirley was still wearing her spaghetti-strap knit mini dress, and she probably still had a bra and briefs underneath; the worst off was Shu-Min, who was left with only a red half-cup bra and low-waisted, semi-transparent gauze briefs, her areolas and dark pubic hair already faintly visible.

Unexpectedly, Ah-Cheng stood up again and came up with a terrible idea, muttering, "This isn't exciting enough! Not hot enough!" Since everyone was already in the mood for fun, let's hear what other weird suggestions he had up his sleeve, and his opinion was indeed quite explosive.

His suggestion was that if one of the three couples had already lost so much they were completely naked, they would continue to roll the dice and participate in the game. However, if they lost again, either the husband or wife would have to take off their clothes to offset the loss. In other words, the last couple would have the chance to both be naked. The first couple to both lose and be completely naked would have to have sex on the spot for the other couples to watch.

I was shocked again, but Shirley immediately agreed with her husband's suggestion. Ah Jian and Shu Min also agreed, leaving only my husband and me without an opinion.

My husband looked at me, probably noticing my hesitant expression, and leaned close to my ear, saying, "Look at Ah Jian and Shu Min, they have the fewest clothes left. They'll definitely lose. We can try our luck." I glared at him. Such an absurd thing could be gambled on!

But I'm naturally a bit curious and like to play pranks, and what my husband said was true. In the current situation, I had the most clothes, and my husband had quite a few too. It shouldn't come to the point where we both had to be naked, right?

The more I thought about it, the more it made sense. I'd never seen what it was like to have sex in public before,

so maybe I could finally see it for myself today. I finally nodded slightly, and my husband, overjoyed, exclaimed, "Good! Good!"

The game restarted, and sure enough, Shumin lost. Without a word, she stood up and took off her bra in front of everyone. Her already ample breasts, barely concealed, immediately bounced out, her two rosy nipples standing erect on her areolas. I never imagined her breasts were so beautiful; not only men, but even I was now fixated on her chest.

Shumin tossed her bra onto the back of the chair, then, without any shame, grasped her breasts and pretended to rub them, even pressing them against A-Jian's cheek to tease them. Her nipples immediately bloomed even more vibrantly. A-Cheng and my husband cheered, ignoring my and Shirley's opinions, and insisted that the other women should do the same.

Shirley, not to be outdone, immediately suggested that when the men took off their pants, they should also masturbate her penis. Surprisingly, the men agreed.

Shirley lost two rounds in a row, so she slowly removed her strapless, knitted mini-dress, then took off her thin, strapless white lace half-cup bra and threw it over Ah-cheng's head, revealing her soft, alluring breasts. She was now only wearing a white lace thong tightly covering her vulva.

Her breasts were quite impressive, not as large as Shu-min's, but rounder and perkier. Her areolas were smaller than Shu-min's, but her nipples were more erect. She gripped her breasts tightly and used her thumbs to tease her nipples until they stood erect and turned an alluring peach-pink. Then she offered her now-erect nipples to Ah-cheng's mouth for him to suckle, much to the delight and cheers of the crowd.

Surprisingly, it was Ah Cheng who lost first and had to strip naked. After taking off his leopard-print underwear, Ah Cheng immediately grabbed his already erect and swollen penis exaggeratedly, stroking it back and forth a few times, still not satisfied. He simply placed it in front of Shirley, asking her to stick out her tongue to lick the meatus of his glans. Ah Cheng originally intended to shove his entire penis into Shirley's mouth, but Shirley laughed and pushed him away, saying, "No! No! The game isn't over yet." Next, Ah Jian lost. He took off his remaining black briefs, and his swollen penis was surprisingly thick and long, truly befitting his identity as a physical education teacher.

I blushed and secretly glanced at his huge member. Compared to the penises of the three adult men I had ever seen, Ah Jian's penis was the largest. Ah Cheng's penis, which I had just seen, was relatively short, but Ah Cheng's glans was disproportionately bulging, looking like a strangely inflated ping-pong ball.

At this moment, Ah Jian, completely naked, fulfilled his promise and grabbed his penis, stroking it back and forth for a bit. However, he immediately sat down, unlike Ah Cheng who put on such an exaggerated performance. But as soon as he sat down, Shu Min immediately leaned over and gently stroked his penis, making his large, erect member stand even higher, like a cobra glaring at everyone around him.

The outcome seemed to be decided very soon, but fate seemed to be playing a cruel trick on us, because in the next few rounds, my husband and I lost every time.

My husband stripped down to just his underwear; as for me, I first took off the sandal hanging by my left foot, then my sleeveless top, and then my short skirt, so I was left with only a pale yellow bra and panties. Most of the bra and panties were transparent lace, and my three most private parts were faintly visible, making me look incredibly sexy.

Suddenly, I remembered that I was glad I had changed into this more sexy lingerie before leaving the house. Otherwise, the nude-colored lingerie I was wearing before leaving would have seemed too ordinary and conservative compared to what Shirley and Shumin were wearing today… This thought, though fleeting, still startled me. How could such a strange thought arise when I was already exposing myself in front of others?

However, my bad luck wasn't over yet. With Ah Cheng and Ah Jian staring intently at me, I lost again.

My heart pounded, and I stood up somewhat absentmindedly, not daring to make eye contact with anyone else. Then, for the first time in my life, under the gaze of so many people, I unhooked my lace bra from behind, quickly crossing my arms over my chest.

But amidst the urging of the crowd, I had no choice but to slowly lower my hands. My breasts weren't as large as Shumin's and Shirley's, but my skin was naturally fair and translucent, and paired with two moderately sized, shapely breasts, they actually had a unique beauty.

I half-closed my eyes, trying to imitate Shumin and Shirley's actions, awkwardly moving my hands to my chest to grasp my breasts, then touching my nipples with my fingertips. A tingling, numb sensation spread through my chest, and I had no idea how those long seconds passed. Finally, feeling hot all over, I quickly returned to my seat. Only when I heard the cheers from the crowd did I come to my senses.

I stole another glance at everyone; their eyes seemed bloodshot. In front of the three women's alluring, half-naked bodies, the penises of the three men, including the one still encased in my husband's underwear, were already restlessly erect and throbbing. The atmosphere was tense and uneasy, yet also tinged with a hint of spring fever and excitement.

To my utter surprise, my husband also lost the next round, and my heart sank even deeper.

My husband, however, seemed unfazed. He stood up, took off his underwear, stroked his penis a few times, and then sat down, but the urethral opening on his glans was already glistening with moisture.

The competition had truly reached its final moment. The three men were now completely naked, and the three women were down to their underwear. Who would be the one to perform the real act? The answer

was about to be revealed.

In a state of anxious anticipation, everyone took turns throwing the dice into the bowl. Ah Cheng rolled a ten;

Shirley rolled a seven; my husband also rolled a seven; I only rolled a five; Ah Jian rolled a nine; now only Shu Min hadn't rolled yet.

Unless Shu Min rolled a number below five, I would be the loser.

But the chances of rolling a number below five seemed slim… I closed my eyes and prayed, completely unprepared… It's over!

Could it be… could it really be my lowest score? God help me!

I don't want to!

I don't want to take off my underwear!

I don't want to perform sex on the spot!

I don't want to! I don't want to! How could this happen… What should

I do? What should I do? What if I really did roll the lowest score? Should I deny it? Or should I really perform? Having sex is fine, it's not like I've never had sex before. It's just inserting a penis into my vagina, right? My husband and I usually have a lot of fun with it… But… since I was old enough to understand, I've never stripped naked in front of others, let alone performed sex for everyone to see… Just go for it! Just like usual, let my husband insert his penis into my vagina! No! No! I don't want to expose my private parts, and I don't want to have a penis inserted into my vagina for everyone to see… Okay! It's okay! It'll only be ten or twenty minutes at most. No! I can't! Countless contradictions were mixed in my heart… Ding-ling-ding-ling, the sound of the dice finally stopped completely. I didn't dare to open my eyes, but I could only hear the cheers of the crowd. Could it be that Shumin won against me? Was it really because I had the fewest points? "Qiao Ni!" It sounded like Shirley grabbed my hand, "Qiao Ni! You're going to be disappointed!…" Shirley said to me. Hearing her say that, my heart sank… It's over! Oh no! It really is me, sigh! It really is me! Oh well! Whatever! I 'll take the loss, I'm going all in! With a surge of determination, I figured, fine, I'll take it off, I'll do it, there's always a first time… Before the cheers subsided, I mustered all my courage, opened my eyes, and suddenly stood up. I quickly pulled down my remaining lace panties, revealing my round, smooth buttocks and my hairy genitals. Then I held the panties, now pulled off my legs, to my right and lifted them up. The previously enthusiastic cheers abruptly stopped; everyone seemed startled by my actions. "Chinny! What are you doing? It's not like you lost…" Shirley grabbed my hand again, laughing. After a brief pause, the laughter resumed. Hahaha…hahaha…hahaha… Only then did I dare look at the numbers in the bowl… The dice lying flat at the bottom of the bowl had a two and a one, totaling only three! Oh my god! Shumin only rolled three. I beat Shumin… I won. Then… then why did I take off my underwear? I was so ashamed I wanted to disappear. I quickly sat down and used the panties I had already taken off to cover my private parts, so that the dark, hairy little area that had already been seen wouldn't be easily exposed to everyone again. "If you can't wait to perform, then I'll give way to you," Shumin said to me with a smile. "Oh! No! No! You should do it." I quickly replied. "Or you can all do it together." Shirley joked. "No! No!" I quickly declined. My unexpected situation brought the atmosphere in the living room to another climax. I glanced at my husband. He seemed even more excited about the upcoming live performance and didn't seem to care about my impulsive actions, which reassured me a lot. But I inadvertently glanced at Ah Cheng and Ah Jian's penises, which seemed to be even more erect and harder because of my actions. Ah Cheng secretly teased his glans a couple of times with his right hand, then gave me a malicious, wicked smile, making me quickly lower my head. A strange unease and a feeling of unease rose within me. Taking advantage of the shift in attention to Shu Min and Ah Jian's performance, I quickly put my lace panties back on, though my private parts now felt sticky and wet. I leaned against my husband, who casually placed his arm around my shoulder, which eased my unease slightly. The show was finally about to begin. Shirley stood up, first feigning self-pity by spinning around, then caressing her entire body with both hands, especially kneading her breasts incessantly. Her two mounds swayed up and down, left and right, a truly dazzling sight. Amidst the gasps and applause of the crowd, she twisted her body and slowly removed her semi-transparent gauze panties. What had been vaguely visible as a dark clump within the panties was now completely exposed. Her pubic hair was thick and abundant, and her protruding vulva was partially concealed, making the cleft between her genitals barely discernible. Unexpectedly, after completely removing all barriers, she spun around again and then half-reclined, half-sitting on the sofa. She first raised both legs to form an "M" shape, then used her hands to part her thick, fleshy pubic hair, revealing her rosy labia and vulva to everyone. Even the small clitoris above her vaginal opening was clearly visible. Her direct, bold, and unrestrained posture almost made our eyes pop out. Shumin then gestured for Ajian to move forward, and the two engaged in a passionate kiss. Ajian's hands roamed over Shumin's body, while Shumin used her left hand to hold and play with Ajian's penis. Then, in perfect unison, they flipped over into a woman-on-top position. Ajian parted Shumin's vulva and licked inside her vagina with his tongue, while Shumin took Ajian's penis into her mouth and moved it up and down. Both of their genitals were covered in a mixture of saliva and vaginal fluid.

Shumin turned to face Ajian, who was lying on the sofa. She grabbed his even more erect and thick penis with her right hand, squatted down, raised her buttocks, and gently pressed the glans against her wet vulva. Ajian, while supporting Shumin, thrust his hips upwards to meet the tight in-and-out movement of his penis within her.

"Ugh...ugh...ah...ah..." Amidst Shumin's panting cries, watching her ride him like a horse, her tossed and turned, her wildly flowing hair and swaying breasts, the tight, throbbing flesh of her vulva gripping my penis, and Ajian's increasingly thick and throbbing penis and violently swaying scrotum, made my whole body heat up even more.

I had never witnessed anyone having sex in front of me before. This visual stimulation created a tightness in my chest, a feeling I wanted to release but had no way to alleviate.

Thankfully, my husband's hand, which had been restless on my shoulder, moved to my chest, his fingers circling my areolas and teasing my nipples. Waves of itchy, tingling pleasure slightly eased the indescribable torment in my heart. Unexpectedly,

at that moment, Ah Cheng pushed Shirley down onto the carpet, stripping off her thong that barely covered her private parts. He then spread Shirley's long, beautiful legs apart and buried his head in her vulva, sucking on it with smacking sounds.

Shirley's vulva had only sparse pubic hair, and her mons pubis looked like a fleshy bun, white and tender, quite adorable. No wonder Ah Jian was so greedily licking it.

I watched as streams of lustful fluid flowed from Shirley's red, tender labia; her vagina was already incredibly wet so quickly.

Ah Cheng then pulled Shirley to a sitting position, standing in front of her and shoving his penis into her mouth.

Just as Shirley was sucking Ah Cheng's penis with a soft moan, my husband had secretly slipped his right hand inside my lace panties, gently brushing up and down my vulva amidst my pubic hair. As his fingers found my most sensitive vaginal opening and began to knead it, I almost went limp and was powerless to resist his onslaught. When his right middle finger finally slipped through my labia and entered my vagina, while his thumb simultaneously teased my clitoris, I couldn't help but let out a slightly dazed moan.

At this moment, Ah Cheng had helped Shirley up and made her kneel on the sofa. Shirley's small and lovely buttocks were raised high behind her. I watched as Ah Cheng inserted his hard, erect penis into Shirley's alluring, wet, tender vagina from behind, and Shirley let out a series of lewd moans from her throat.

Under the crazy stimulation of the two couples' live performance of a demon's fight, although I was somewhat unwilling, my husband couldn't wait to lay me down on another sofa, take off my completely wet panties, and also began to bury his head in and lick my vulva.

I felt my labia being pried open, and my husband skillfully licked the tip of his tongue into my private cleft. A familiar, wet, soft object slid around the inner walls of my vagina, while his fingers pinched and played with my clitoris. A deadly, gentle pleasure surged from my lower body, and finally, I let out a muffled moan, "Eee... ah..."

Then, I suddenly noticed that A-Jian and Shu-Min had moved to the other end of the sofa where A-Cheng and Shirley were wrestling, and they were thrusting into each other from behind, just like A-Cheng and Shirley. At this moment, Shirley and Shu-Min, who were facing each other, were actually hugging and kissing each other, and even licking each other's tongues. As a result, the four of them formed a strange and lewd "H" shape.

I patted my husband's back, wanting to point it out to him, but he didn't even lift his head. Instead, he turned around and brought his crotch to my face, and without allowing me to object, he put his penis into my mouth and made me swallow it, while his sucking and licking of my vulva didn't stop for a moment.

So we lay face to face, head to toe reversed, greedily licking each other's genitals. Under the stimulation of sight, hearing, and touch, I quickly felt a spasm and reached my first orgasm, my juices overflowing from my vagina.

Shumin and Shirley's lewd moans had a new twist; now they were screaming even louder and more intensely. I glanced at them curiously, and a scene I had never imagined appeared before my eyes.

It turned out that the four of them had split into two pairs to fight again, but unlike before, Acheng was now pressing Shumin down tightly, his penis thrusting in and out of Shumin's vagina; Ajian had lifted Shirley into the air, her hands tightly wrapped around Ajian's shoulders, her legs wrapped around Ajian's waist, her suspended vagina still tightly gripping Ajian's huge penis as it moved up and down.

I didn't have time to process how this incredible scene of intercourse had happened, because my husband had already eagerly thrust his entire penis into my soaking wet slit. The feeling of my swollen vagina finally satisfied my fantasies, so I tried to raise my hips to match his vigorous thrusts. Waves of pleasure spread throughout my body. I closed my eyes and enjoyed it to the fullest, no longer caring about the entanglements between the other four people.

But then, I seemed to feel several more hands touching my body. At first, I thought it was just a hallucination from being too excited, but some hands were rubbing my nipples, some were stroking my inner thighs, some were touching my perineum, and some were licking the sensitive area behind my ear. Impossible!

Where did my husband get so many hands?

Suddenly, a completely unfamiliar pair of lips pressed against mine. A nimble tongue forcefully entered my mouth, entwining with mine. I opened my eyes in shock, only to find my head being held tightly. It was Ah Cheng! I tried to break free, but another pair of hands held my lower body tightly. I glimpsed Ah Jian, and Shu Min and Shirley were also there, their hands roaming over my body. Surrounded by the four of them, I couldn't escape.

But where was my husband?

Where was my husband, the one thrusting into my vagina?

Why wasn't he stopping them?

Just then, the penis that had been thrusting into my vagina suddenly left, leaving me with a sudden sense of emptiness and loss.

As Ah Cheng continued to kiss me and Ah Jian held me tightly, I glanced sideways and saw my husband being pulled aside by Shirley and Shu Min. Their two mouths were sucking and licking his penis, their four hands caressing his scrotum and nipples. My husband was even letting out soft moans of pleasure.

Then they had my husband lie on the carpet. Shirley squatted down and inserted her vagina into my husband's penis, starting to ride him. Shumin, facing Shirley, also squatted down and placed her vagina near my husband's mouth for him to lick. The two naked bodies sat on my husband together, moaning "Ee... Ee..." and "Ah..."

…Ah…” she cried out in a wanton moan.

Watching the two women having sex with her husband, a surge of jealousy welled up inside her.

Husband!

That hateful husband!

He didn’t even glance at me again. He didn’t care that his wife was about to be raped; he was willing to let himself be seduced by the bodies of two other women for his own pleasure.

My heart was filled with bitterness and resentment, a surge of indignation rising within me.

Fine!

Very well!

Since you can disregard me, then of course I can indulge myself too. Come on !

Who’s afraid of who?

With that resolve, and after gritting my teeth, I suddenly felt a sense of liberation, as if all my worries had vanished.

In truth, after the earlier brawl, coupled with the current oppression and caresses of the two men, I was simply too weak to put up any more futile resistance.

But now, I no longer hesitated, so I took the initiative to stretch out my tongue and entwine with Ah Cheng's tongue. A look of surprise appeared on his face, and his lips and tongue intertwined with mine even more intensely. His right hand immediately grabbed my breasts wantonly, and his left hand reached behind me and roamed over my round buttocks. Ah Jian, who had been holding my lower body, also let go of my hands when he saw this, and buried his head in my secret garden and worked hard. He sucked on my vulva with loud smacking sounds, and used several fingers to tease my clitoris and the buds at the entrance of my vagina. He even reached out and touched the clitoris in my buttocks, which made me almost unable to bear it and I twisted and slid my lower body around. In the end, I had to cross my legs and clamp Ah Jian's head between them to barely settle down. But this posture allowed Ah Jian to penetrate my private parts even deeper.

Just as my upper and lower body were being caressed by two men, this unfamiliar experience immediately sent my body into another wave of excitement. Orgasms surged with the overflowing of my juices, and I stopped kissing Ah Cheng, instead mimicking Shirley and Shumin's moans of pleasure: "Oh...oh..." and "Ah...ah..."

Seeing this, Ah Cheng moved his mouth to the back of my ear and continued licking and kissing. His hot breath filled my ear canal, and waves of ticklish sensations made me lose my senses. Unexpectedly,

he pressed close to my ear again, kissing me while whispering, "Qiao Ni, I've been wanting to fuck your pussy so badly!" This half-joking confession filled me with a surge of spring fever, like waves crashing against the shore, a thousand layers of lust rising.

Ah Cheng then stood up, gestured to Ah Jian, and turned back to me with a wicked smile, saying, "Now let's pamper you properly!" Hmm!

I knew… what was coming would come, the real climax was about to begin.

Ah Jian and Ah Cheng together lifted me onto the long table next to the sofa. Ah Jian then attacked my upper body, rubbing my breasts arbitrarily with both hands, while Ah Cheng moved to my crotch, spreading my legs apart. His right hand grasped his thick, short penis, rubbing, turning, touching, and rubbing it against the outside of my wet labia. The hard, large glans only teased the sticky, wet labia, without making any further thrusts, which made me even more uncomfortable. The arousal inside my vagina was endless, so my private parts uncontrollably moved forward, but I still couldn't find the pleasure of the penis penetrating me.

Ah Cheng continued to let the glans linger in front of my labia, and sure enough, he started teasing me again.

"How is it? Good girl! Good sister, do you want it?..." "Mmm!..." "Ah! What did you say? I can't hear you!..." "I want...I want it!..." "Want what?...I can't hear you!

..." "Want to make love..." "Want to love what?...I don't know!..." "Want to love your little brother..." "My little brother?...Who is my little brother?..." "It's your penis..." "Oh! My penis...Why do you love my penis?..." "I want your penis and my little sister together..." "Huh? Who is your little sister?..." "My little hole..." "Ah! So you want my penis and your little hole together, what are they doing together?..." "Making love..." "What is making love?" "...It's about letting your cock go inside my pussy..." Unable to resist Ah Cheng's teasing of my entrance with his cock, I finally blushed and blurted out the obscene words I'd never uttered to a man before.

Ah Cheng nodded with satisfaction and grinned wickedly before forcefully thrusting his entire cock forward through my pubic hair and into my already overflowing honey pot. Although his penis wasn't as long as my husband's, the particularly swollen glans moving back and forth gave me a different kind of pleasure. The emptiness I felt after my husband's cock had just withdrawn immediately subsided.

At this moment, Ah Jian also... He turned halfway towards my face, letting his thick, long, and wet penis slide across my cheeks before ruthlessly shoving it into my mouth. A fishy, pungent smell, completely different from my husband's, flowed through my face, ears, nose, and mouth.

With Ah Cheng and Ah Jian attacking my body from above and below, my emotions grew increasingly heightened. My vaginal walls tightened, another orgasm ensued, and my vaginal fluids flowed incessantly.

Hearing Shu Min and Shirley's wanton moans on top of my husband, I couldn't resist spitting out Ah Jian's penis and joining in with even louder, incessant moans.

"Hmm..." "Hmm..." "Ah..." "Ah..." "Ee..." "Ee..." "Oh..." "Oh..." As the three women's moans and lewd cries rose and fell, lewd and provocative words were uttered, growing louder and more excessive.

"Oh!...Good brother..." "Ugh!...Dear husband..." "Big dick brother, fuck my little pussy sister..." "Hey! Faster...faster..." "Ah!...Thrust harder...thrust harder...

" "Push! Push! Keep pushing..." "Hmph!...Deeper...deeper..." "Fuck!...Fuck into sister's heart..." "So good!...So comfortable..." "So beautiful, ah...ah

...again..." Under the stimulation of various obscene words, as if in a competition, the three women shouted more and more excitedly, and their shouts became more and more outrageous.

"Fuck me!...Fuck me harder..." "Push! Push into sister's flower heart...ah!ah!"

"Yes! Yes! Right there,...fuck faster!...keep fucking!" "Bad man! You're fucking me to death,...um!

...So good!" "So comfortable!...You're killing me!" "My sister's going to lose it... Hurry up!" "Ah... Ah... It feels so good... I'm going to heaven!" "Oh my god! My sister's going to die... She's going to die from lust!"

"Oh! It's coming... Ah! It's coming again..." "Lost! Lost! Ah..." Seemingly unable to bear the three beauties' lewd cries, Ah Cheng thrust in and out of my pink little pussy for more than ten minutes, finally having to reluctantly give up. He and Ah Jian, who had inserted his penis into my mouth again, high-fived and switched hands. After Ah Jian pulled his penis out of my mouth again, Ah Cheng also pulled his penis out of my pussy, rushed to my face and shot his thick, fishy semen onto my face, splashing my nose and mouth with sticky semen. Some of the warm white liquid even rolled into my throat. Ah Cheng, satisfied, continued to put his gradually softening glans at my mouth, wanting me to stick out my tongue and lick it.

But soon after, he followed the sounds of Shumin and Shirley's moans to another spot and joined another group of men and women in a chaotic battle.

At the same time that Ah Cheng ejaculated on my face, Ah Jian immediately thrust his penis into my vagina. His long and thick penis pierced my vagina, and although my vagina was already wet, the pain when his huge penis was fully inserted still made me wince and gasp. I couldn't help but secretly groan, wondering how Shumin could usually endure such torment.

Unexpectedly, the subsequent thrusting was like a high-speed motor, with Ah Jian's buttocks moving back and forth in a piston-like motion, his large penis slamming deep into my vagina again and again, each time hitting my G-spot solidly. The initial pain turned into soreness, then numbness, then tingling, then a hazy, blissful sensation—it was almost heavenly! It was a different kind of tight, intense satisfaction and pleasure.

Ah Jian leaned down and kissed my lips, our bodies pressed tightly together as we continued our intercourse. The lubrication between his large penis and my vagina became even smoother, and the sounds of our genitals colliding and thrusting came from our lower bodies. Ah Jian thrust even harder, grabbing and kneading my breasts without any tenderness. His beast-like brutality only amplified my wantonness and brought me to another orgasm, so I continued to moan wantonly.

Unexpectedly, Ah Jian suddenly grabbed my knees with both hands and lifted me into the air, our position mirroring that of him and Shirley just now.

To avoid falling off Ah Jian, I clung tightly to his broad shoulders, my breasts pressed against his chest, and my legs clamped tightly around his waist. My vulva, suspended in mid-air, rose and fell with Ah Jian's hips, the penetration between his penis and vagina becoming even more intense and thorough between our tightly pressed bodies.

This risky, fast-paced sexual position brought me a completely different kind of stimulation, and another orgasm came with the gushing fluids flowing from my vagina.

Ah Jian carried me around the living room, thrusting into me as he went, leaving my vagina, with his large penis inside, exposed and wanton to the other reveling crowd.

Finally, Ah Jian laid me back on the sofa and continued to fuck me with his big cock. He lifted my legs onto his shoulders, making my vagina even tighter and deeper, and the pleasure spread throughout my body.

After about half an hour, I had lost count of how many times I had come, when Ah Jian finally couldn't hold back any longer. His big cock throbbed inside my vagina, and then I felt a hot, gushing stream spray into my clitoris; he had also ejaculated on me.

Ah Jian then pulled his cock out of my soaked vagina, shook it a few times, and lay on the floor panting.

I had been subjected to the frenzied thrusting of three men into my honeypot, and I was utterly exhausted, unable to get up. I could only lie panting on the sofa, oblivious to the dried love juices that had been smearing my face and mouth, and the thick semen slowly seeping from my honeypot.

Time passed, I don't know how much, but the entire living room finally fell silent. It seemed this chaotic battle of flesh and blood was finally over.

Exhausted, I got up from the sofa, painstakingly retrieved my clothes from the scattered items, and quickly showered and tidied myself before dressing.

Returning to the living room, I saw the clock on the wall pointed to eight o'clock in the evening. Looking at the several naked bodies still sprawled around me, a complex mix of conflicting emotions welled up inside me.

I shook my head, opened my purse, took out my spare car keys, and silently left this chaotic battlefield of flesh and blood.

I no longer cared how much longer my husband would stay at Acheng's house; all I wanted was to quickly pick up my beloved Rongrong.

But on the drive to my parents' house, chaotic thoughts swirled in my mind, and the turbulent waves in my heart never ceased. My vision went blank, a vast emptiness, and I could barely find my way back.

Only when the car finally stopped downstairs at my parents' house could I close my eyes and replay the day's events.

I never imagined I would have sex with my husband in front of others, let alone engage in a threesome with two men simultaneously, especially in front of my husband, with two men having sex with me at the same time. Even more unimaginable was that I would participate in a sixsome with other couples. Yet, all of this had come true today.

I was almost certain that Acheng, Shirley, Ajian, and Shumin, the two couples, had premeditatedly planned to harm us. I even had ample reason to suspect that my husband knew beforehand.

So, I was the only one kept in the dark, betrayed by these four or five people working together.

Actually, I'm not entirely against everyone having fun together, and I might even agree to participate in group sex games with multiple couples.

But asking for my opinion and getting my consent beforehand is the least I can do to respect me.

Although I enjoyed unprecedented sexual pleasure today, I'm still filled with resentment and anger because I absolutely refuse to become a promiscuous woman forced into a trap of lust under such a semi-coercive and semi-tempting situation. Therefore

, I've decided to take Rongrong back to my parents' house for a long stay, to give my husband the most severe lesson, so that no matter how playful he is in the future, he won't dare to frame his closest wife like this again.

"Postscript"

After my younger daughter Rongrong and I went back to my parents' house and refused to answer the phone, my husband suddenly realized the seriousness of the situation. He came to my parents' house every day to explain and begged me and Rongrong to come home as soon as possible.

Although my parents didn't know what argument had happened between my husband and me, they were used to spoiling and pampering me since I was a child, so they had no choice but to allow me to stay at my parents' house temporarily, and repeatedly spoke well of my husband.

However, almost a month later, my husband finally agreed to several strict conditions, including transferring ownership of our current house to me. More importantly, he said he wouldn't interfere if he went to see Ah Cheng and Ah Jian again, but he couldn't force me to accompany him unless I agreed.

Only after he wrote the written agreement did I take Rongrong home.

In my heart, all I thought about was that Rongrong and I could rely on each other in the future; everything else was no longer important. As for whether my husband would continue his affairs with Shirley and Shumin because of this, I neither cared nor wanted to.

Perhaps some might ask me: after what happened that day, would I still be willing to go to Ah Jian's house for their wild group sex parties?

As for the answer to that question… I apologize, but I cannot answer that. Just as I would never admit to my husband that the lewd experience of that six-person party was truly wonderful in retrospect.

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