My promiscuous girlfriend's infidelity

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A true story~ Let me introduce you first. My girlfriend's name is Xiao Q, she's 1.63 meters tall and weighs 50 kilograms. She has a very standard figure (I want to emphasize that her breasts are very full and well-proportioned), an indescribable classical beauty, and a very cute smile.

Throughout the year, I often forgot to call her to check on her because of work. After a while, she probably got used to it. At first, she would call to ask why I didn't call her, but later she stopped calling me too. I thought she was angry and didn't pay much attention. I continued working.

This went on for over a month. During this time, I was too tired to make love. I want to clarify that my first time was with my girlfriend, and it was her first time too. On Valentine's Day, we finally had a holiday. I prepared a gift for her: a bouquet of flowers, a bottle of perfume, and a set of sexy lingerie.

I called my girlfriend and asked her to come out for dinner that night, and she hesitated, sounding a little reluctant. But she still came that night. During dinner, she kept fiddling with her phone. We drank some red wine. Because it had been a long time since we'd been intimate, I was thinking of buying her lingerie and making love to her. The blush on her face made it feel quite good. We went

for a typical movie and shopping trip. Later, a friend called and suggested we go to a karaoke bar. I asked my girlfriend, and we went. At the karaoke bar, a group of friends were singing and drinking. Everyone was toasting us, and my girlfriend, who doesn't usually drink, started drinking. Maybe because of the two kinds of alcohol, she got dizzy after a few drinks. After a while, she said she needed to use the restroom, stood up, and left. I noticed her bag was next to her and curiously checked her phone. There was an unread text message.

Out of curiosity, I opened it. It was from an unknown number: "Honey, did you go to a hotel with him?" As soon as I saw that, I knew something was wrong. My brain raced: Was my girlfriend cheating? Or was it just a wrong number? With these questions in mind, I immediately exited the message, thought for a few seconds, and then deleted it. I scrolled through the text messages from the same number, from the time we were eating and watching the movie just now. There were so many, including messages from yesterday, the days before, last week, and this month. My mind immediately went blank. Damn it, my girlfriend is cheating on me.

The text message from the time we were eating read: "Q, this afternoon I filled up both your holes, remember to think of me these next few days!" I immediately remembered that my girlfriend never gave me oral sex, yet she was with me and still giving oral sex to other men, and it had happened. Looking at these messages, it seemed like it had happened more than once. I thought that since my girlfriend was coming back, I had to find out who that guy was. I quickly put my phone in my bag, pretending nothing had happened, and immediately opened a bottle of beer and drank it all in one go to calm myself down.

When my girlfriend came back from the bathroom, I drank a few glasses with her, and my friends came over to drink too. Then we played games, and she went to play. I pretended to be a little upset and said, "You guys play, I'm going to rest for a bit."

Around midnight, I pulled her up, told my friends, and left. When we got to the hotel, I pretended to be unsteady on my feet, and I could see she had drunk quite a bit. I asked her to help me. When I got to the room, I immediately lay down on the bed, pretending not to get up. My girlfriend glanced at me and went to the bathroom. After a while, she came back. I squinted and watched her unpack the things I'd given her. When she opened the lingerie, she picked it up and looked at it from left to right. Then she glanced at me and started kissing me. A few seconds later, she picked up her clothes and went to the bathroom. When she came out, she was wearing the sexy lingerie I'd given her—not the very revealing kind, but a tight-fitting thong with most of her breasts exposed. She came out and straddled me, starting to kiss me and undress me. I pretended to be completely drunk, and I didn't respond to her kisses. Soon, I was lying there completely naked.

I still squinted and watched her lower her head and head straight for my penis. Two seconds later, I knew my penis was being enveloped by something warm and wet—it was my first time receiving oral sex! I felt both excited and angry, thinking that my girlfriend had just been giving oral sex to someone else. Because it was the first time, I felt too good and cried out. She stopped moving, looked up at me, and said, "Awake?" I pretended to be embarrassed, looked at her and around, and then asked her, "Do you want it?" She nodded innocently.

I got angry when I saw her like that. I emboldened by the alcohol, I said, "Who taught you to give good blowjobs? You used to ignore me when I asked you to, but now you're doing it yourself." She stammered, then took my penis into her mouth and started stroking it up and down. Seeing her horny behavior, I couldn't hold back my anger. I immediately got up, pinned her down, and quickly pulled down her panties. I thrust hard, entering her. She cried out, and I pumped in and out.

A few minutes later, I saw she was about to climax. I immediately stopped, and she suddenly opened her eyes. I slapped her across the face. (Thinking about it now, it's funny—I was inside her and then slapped her.) She was stunned. I immediately asked, "What were you doing behind my back? How long were you going to keep it a secret?" She immediately answered me what was wrong. I immediately grabbed her bag, pulled out her phone, and showed her the text messages.

She immediately cried out, "Honey, I was wrong!" and burst into tears. I yelled, "You think you're doing this with someone else? Don't you know you're wrong?" She slowly sat up, crying as she pulled me closer, saying, "Honey, I was really wrong." The more I looked at her, the funnier it seemed, seeing her dressed like that and crying like that. I calmed down for about ten minutes, and she cried for about ten minutes as well. I started asking her, "Who was that guy?" She answered dishonestly, "A friend." I slapped her again and asked who it was. This time

she answered, "My dad's colleague's family." I immediately asked how they got together. She said, "We met when we went out." I made her confess everything, and she answered truthfully. I asked again, "How many times?" She said more than ten times. I immediately yelled, "More than ten times? You have the nerve! More than ten times a month? What will you do if it goes on any longer?" I continued, "Now what do you say we do?" She sincerely said she wouldn't see that guy again and would cut ties. She asked me to trust her. Just then, her text message alert came on. She didn't dare move, so I picked up the phone. It was that same phone again, asking: "Did you two do it? Was it great? Was his as good as mine?" I thought, "Damn it, you'll see." Honestly, how could I easily let go of years of feelings? So, in a moment of impulsiveness, I had an idea!

I immediately pulled my girlfriend over and started kissing her, kneading her breasts quite forcefully. She started moaning, and seeing her reaction, I immediately got up and pressed myself against her, thrusting in and out. She kept moaning and crying out, "Ahhhhhhhhh..."

I started trying different positions. She kept having orgasms, moaning and crying out, the sound was intoxicating. After several orgasms, she lay weakly on top of me and said, "Honey, I'm so sorry, please... please cum inside." My mind immediately started racing, thinking of many things. I thought carefully about the text message from earlier that day, which said it filled her up, so it must mean cumming inside, she must have taken the pill. Thinking that she knew she could cum inside but pretended to be a good person and wronged herself to make me feel good, I got angry. I immediately said, "Okay, I'll cum inside, I forgive you." She immediately said, "Really?" I said I'd forgive her if she promised me something. Seeing that I had given her a condition, she immediately grabbed at it like a lifeline and asked, "What is it?" I grinned mischievously and said, "Let's finish now." Haha~ Then I started thrusting again.

Half an hour later, I ejaculated all my anger and love inside her. She moaned and cried out in pleasure.

I hadn't even rested for a few minutes when she immediately climbed on top of me and asked what I wanted. I got up, put on my underwear, walked to the table with a pile of food, picked up a box, and threw it at her, saying, "Eat this all." My girlfriend picked it up and looked at it, saying, "It's been so long, aren't you satisfied? You want more? And I don't care if I eat this or not." I made up an excuse and said, "I want to see your most seductive side." She thought for a moment, opened it, and ate it all. It was an aphrodisiac, commonly known as an aphrodisiac. After watching her eat it, I said, "Okay! Now, are you going to call that guy?" My girlfriend asked with a "Huh?" "What do you mean?" Seeing that she was a little angry, I hardened my tone and said, "Didn't you want to break up? I'll help you." My girlfriend asked, "Then what should I say?" I patiently explained each sentence to her, even having her repeat it. Then my girlfriend started to say, "No, it's really difficult." Seeing she didn't want to continue, I immediately said, "Then there's nothing more to say, I won't forgive you." My girlfriend thought for a moment and said, "Okay~"

She started dialing: "Hello! What are you doing?" A few seconds later, she continued, "He saw our text messages, he got angry and left. We'll be found out sooner or later." Then, as I had predicted, my girlfriend started to look like she was about to cry. A few seconds later, after listening to the other end of the line, she said, "Come come and be with me now, I'm so scared. He just flirted and left, I feel terrible." As expected, my girlfriend gave the man the hotel address and room number. I hung up and got up to prepare.

About ten minutes later, there was a knock at the door. I told my girlfriend to get up and put on her lingerie inside and her coat outside. As soon as she opened the door, the man came in without thinking. Then he grabbed my girlfriend and started kissing her. I was furious. I hid in the bathroom, holding this ashtray (because there was really nothing else that could be used as a weapon). As soon as they entered the room, I rushed out and, without a word, smacked the man on the head. I felt the first hit knock him over, and then I hit him a few more times. I took out a towel I had prepared and tied the man's hands and feet to a chair.

The show began! I prepared myself, taking one of the pills I had kept there—an aphrodisiac. By this time, my girlfriend was almost at her limit, sitting on the edge of the bed calling my name repeatedly, spouting lewd things, telling me to fuck him, to fuck her to death, and so on. I poured a glass of water and threw it at the man. He woke up the moment it hit his face. He stared in surprise, unable to even call out "Brother!" I said, "You little brat, today I'll show you what real woman-playing is all about." I immediately slapped him twice, turned around, grabbed my girlfriend, and started groping her breasts in front of her. Thinking about the thrill and wanting to let him see her one last time, I ripped open my girlfriend's clothes, revealing her sexy lingerie. I kept kneading it, and finally pulled out her two big breasts, exposing them completely to him. The moment they were exposed, my girlfriend tried to cover herself, but I immediately pulled her hands away. Seeing my angry expression, she didn't say anything and just complied. I continued to play with her big, full, white breasts in different ways, constantly sucking, licking, biting, and kneading them. My girlfriend closed her eyes and enjoyed it. I glanced at the man; he was staring intently at my girlfriend's body as I played with her. His crotch was already bulging. I laid my girlfriend down and started to take off her panties, but she pulled at me, refusing to let me take them off, and then whispered that I couldn't look at them. I thought for a moment and said, "You let him penetrate you today, and now you won't even let me look?" I changed my tone and said, "Be good, take them off." Only then did my girlfriend obediently let me take them off. The moment I took off my underwear, my girlfriend's face turned bright red. Her private parts were now directly in front of the man. I started caressing her genitals, then began to use my mouth. It was my first time, so I wasn't very skilled, but I slowly found her sensitive spots by feel. My girlfriend propped herself up with her hands, half-sitting, facing the man. I kept sucking and licking, exposing her various alluring poses to him. After

a few minutes, my girlfriend started moaning, saying, "Honey, I want it! I want it! Come in and stop licking! I want your dick!" I, too, loudly proclaimed, "Do you want his or mine?" My girlfriend said shyly, "Yours, yours is the best, yours is the most powerful! Hurry up and fuck me, hurry up!" Taking advantage of the moment, I said, "I don't want to do it anymore." My girlfriend cried out unhappily, "Hurry up, honey, hurry up! I really can't take it anymore!" Then I said, "I really don't want to do it anymore, wife, I'm sorry." I made it clear I genuinely didn't want to continue. My girlfriend had been through so much with me and had taken medication; her expression showed she really couldn't take it anymore. If she couldn't take it, neither could I. But I wanted to keep playing.

I watched her writhing and said, "Go find him. I'm not angry, but don't ejaculate inside." I said sincerely. My girlfriend, disbelieving, climbed up to the apartment next to mine and said, "Your wife's private parts are about to be penetrated by another man's penis right in front of you. Aren't you jealous?" Seeing her genuinely impatient expression, I said, "Go ahead, just don't ejaculate inside."

I stood up, walked over, and slapped the man twice, yelling, "You son of a bitch, my wife wants to enjoy herself now, don't disappoint me." He wisely said, "Brother, I was wrong, I dare not touch your wife." I slapped him twice more: "Damn it, why didn't you think so much when you slept with her?"

I told my girlfriend to go up, and she looked at me and said, "Don't worry." Then she went up. She sat on the man and kissed him, but he didn't dare and kept dodging. My wife started even more aggressively, pushing her large breasts against his face. The man finally reacted, starting to lick my girlfriend's breasts, while she kept rubbing her private parts against his swollen crotch. Just then, I noticed a cell phone under the chair. I picked it up; it wasn't mine, nor was it my girlfriend's. I figured it must have fallen where the guy dropped it. A wicked thought popped into my head. I jotted down several of the guy's phone numbers: his dad's, his mom's, his girlfriend's, his brother's, and a few others that might be his friends'. Then I took my phone and started taking pictures, making sure my girlfriend's face wasn't visible, only the guy's face, with her breasts rolling around next to him. After a few pictures, I continued watching. My

girlfriend started squatting down and pulling down his pants. When his penis was exposed, I gave him a disdainful look and said, "That's all you've got." The guy didn't dare say anything.

Just as my girlfriend was about to lick it, I took another picture with my phone. Then I immediately pulled my girlfriend back, preventing her from licking it. Looking at that photo now is hilarious. From the angle I took the picture, it looked like my girlfriend was just about to lick it. Actually, I stopped her the instant she was about to lick it. Perfect.

I pulled my girlfriend over and took off my underwear too. I made my girlfriend lick me, so the guy could watch, and he'd swallow hard. I continued to enjoy it.

About ten minutes later, I pulled my girlfriend up and made her lean against the guy's chair, facing him. I penetrated her from behind. I thrust in and out relentlessly, very forcefully. My girlfriend's eyes were closed, her mouth half-open, moaning lewdly in front of the guy. Her breasts swayed constantly in front of him, and I'd occasionally squeeze them. Just then, the guy ejaculated. Damn it, what a bastard.

I cursed a few times and pulled my girlfriend to the bed. On the bed, I kept changing positions and playing with her. I spanked her buttocks, asking her lewd questions like, "Are you enjoying it?" and so on, saying everything in front of the guy. My wife kept moaning: "Husband, hurry, I can't take it anymore... ah... ahh... hurry... I... ah... I'm about to come... hurry... this is the fourth time... hurry... ahh..."

After more than an hour, I ejaculated inside her. We hugged each other and rested for a while.

After getting up and tidying up, I showed the man the photos. He tactfully said, "Brother, what do you want? I'll give it to you." I didn't say anything. I just casually asked, "Can you afford it?"

So I checked the towel binding him, then went to sleep with my girlfriend.

The next day, it was already past 11 am. I got dressed and slapped the guy a few times to wake him. I told my girlfriend to wear a sexy outfit instead of underwear and wait for me at our usual restaurant.

After she left, I said, "You've seen the photos, so you decide what to do." He immediately said, "Brother, please, whatever you want, I'll give it to you, please."

I untied him, my fists clenched, afraid he'd get up and fight me. When he got up, he bowed his head and called me "brother," begging me not to let his girlfriend see. I wrote him a phone number, turned, and walked out without looking back. Outside the room, I felt a chill. If I really fought that bastard, I probably wouldn't be a match for him because he was stronger.

I went to see my girlfriend. Seeing her radiant, I felt smug…

A few months later, my girlfriend said she was pregnant. I said, "Didn't you take the pill?" She replied, "No." That same day, I took her to have an abortion. Because the man ejaculated inside her when she conceived that day.

We got married when she got pregnant—we never brought up that incident. It's just that the man was a little wronged. He became my salary account. Whenever I needed more money, I'd send him a text message with a picture—and a few thousand yuan would appear on the account that day. I conservatively estimate that he's made me at least 670,000 yuan over the years.

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