My beautiful wife gave away her horse

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I met my wife five years ago. She was very beautiful, with long, black hair that reached her waist, a full bust, and a slender waist. She was wearing a one-shoulder dress and sparkling high heels, easily becoming the center of attention.
I was captivated by her at first sight—her beautiful face, slender waist, full bust and hips—everything about her was so alluring, making my heart flutter.
Later, a chance encounter led me to her. She was sitting in a corner of a hotel, her face full of sorrow, her fair skin flushed with the effects of alcohol. I walked over without thinking, and she seemed not to notice me, continuing to drink glass after glass.
Later, my wife became completely drunk. I didn't know where she lived, so I took her back to my hotel.
Opening the door, I went in and placed her on the bed. Looking at her bright red lips, I couldn't help but kiss her. She murmured a soft "humph."
My lust ignited instantly. I slipped my left hand inside her blouse and grasped one of her soft, white breasts, kneading it into various shapes.
Her pearly teeth gently bit her rosy lips, emitting soft, broken "mmm" sounds.
Hearing these "mmm" sounds seemed to encourage me, and I reached down with my right hand to unbutton her jeans. Her black lace panties were immediately exposed to the light, her thick, dark pubic hair peeking through the fabric, a few long, thin hairs sticking out.
I slipped my right hand inside her panties, through the dark forest, and pinched her pink clitoris. I teased it with my right index finger.
She moaned softly, her expression a mixture of crying and laughing.
I gently traced the edge of her vulva with my fingernail.
She shuddered and let out a soft "ah," then seemed to realize something.
"Ah...no...don't...ah...don't touch there..."
I felt her slight resistance and poked her with my right middle finger.
She felt a tingling sensation spread throughout her body, leaving her weak and powerless.
"Mmm...no..."
Her face flushed, revealing a look of shame, yet she also felt a peculiar pleasure, making her expression incredibly complex.
Her legs involuntarily tightened, her vagina contracting sharply, tightly clamping my finger between them.
My lust flared up instantly, my penis standing erect.
I couldn't hold back any longer, and with a "rip!" I tore open her shirt, forcefully pulling out my right middle finger, glistening with her juices, and inserted it into her cherry lips. Her pink tongue couldn't dodge in time, licking my fingertip.
I felt a current surge through my fingertip, coursing through my entire body.
I stripped off all my clothes and pressed my already erect penis against her vulva.
"No...don't...please...don't touch there...mmm..."
I thrust in.
Her whole body tensed up instantly, swaying from side to side, trying to get me to pull out.
I felt my penis enter a tight, warm place, making me tremble involuntarily. I became even more excited, my face contorted with rage.
"Ah!"
My wife couldn't help but cry out. My huge penis filled her vagina, her vaginal muscles contracting violently from the stimulation. The pleasure in her body mingled with the shame in her heart, making her unable to suppress her moans any longer.
I thrust my penis rapidly in and out of her vagina, creating waves of pleasure in both of us.
My wife felt her consciousness gradually fading. Her legs involuntarily clamped around my waist, her hips swaying up and down in rhythm with my thrusts. The betrayal of her body weakened her resistance.
My wife could only bite her lip tightly to prevent herself from crying out loudly.
I flipped my wife over, making her lie face down on the bed, and thrust in and out with a "slap slap" sound.
The wife listened to the "slapping" sounds beside her ear, feeling the penis moving freely inside her vagina, waves of pleasure washing over her.
"Ah!"
Finally, the wife couldn't bear it any longer and reached orgasm. Her vagina tightened, bringing a strong pressure to my penis.
Under the intense pleasure, I also reached orgasm, releasing inside the wife.
I withdrew my now limp penis from the wife's body, and the white fluid slowly flowed out with my movements.
A few months later, the wife and I got married. In the first year of our marriage, I was very obsessed with the wife's body. We made love almost every day. She was very obedient to me. Her gentle nature made me feel very satisfied. Her beautiful body made me linger. Every time I ejaculated inside her, watching my semen slowly flow out of her vagina, the milky white and pink forming a vivid contrast, I always felt a great sense of accomplishment, which was extremely satisfying.
However, humans are inherently insatiable. Anything, after a while, will eventually become tiresome. Just as one gets tired of the finest delicacies after eating them for too long and craves a change, so too will our desires diminish. When we've tried every position and every method, becoming intimately familiar with each other's bodies, disappointment and boredom set in.
The novelty wears off, and interest wanes. The initial, seamless connection and the blissful, cloud-like pleasure of sex are gone. Although I still love her, our sex life no longer holds the same passion.
Then one day, I read about a married woman's infidelity. During sex with my wife, I often fantasized about her being penetrated by someone else, moaning and groaning. This excited me immensely. What used to be a quick ten minutes or so turned into an hour. The more I thought about it, the more excited I became, often wanting it several times until my wife couldn't take it anymore and begged for mercy.
Influenced by this, I often downloaded articles like this to read with my wife, and the videos we watched during sex also changed to 3P, 4P, or rape-related content. Every time she was about to climax, I would ask her, "You slut, do you want other men to fuck your little cunt? Do you want several men to fuck you together?" At this point, my wife would moan loudly and answer, "Yes, I want many people to fuck my little cunt, many people to gang rape me!"
But afterward, when I suggested finding someone to join us, she always refused, no matter what I said, she wouldn't budge.
I had to subtly change her, showing her these kinds of articles, videos, and verbally guiding her during sex. Each time, she would quickly reach orgasm.
Seeing how quickly she orgasmed, I knew she wasn't unwilling, but was simply bound by morality and dared not express these thoughts. It needed a trigger.
One summer day, that trigger arrived.
My wife and I bought two sleeper train tickets to go back to our hometown. I thought the opportunity had come; the kind of train we took had four people in a small compartment, and I thought maybe this was a chance.
After boarding the train and arriving at the room, I discovered that two other men were already there: a burly man in his thirties and a short, shifty-eyed man. From the moment my wife and I entered, they kept glancing at her. My wife was wearing a white, low-cut, spaghetti-strap dress; her 36D breasts stretched the dress as if it were about to burst out. Her white high heels made her legs appear even longer and whiter. My
wife and I went to the bed and chatted.
After a while, my wife leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I'm going to the bathroom." I glanced to the side and, sure enough, saw the two men spying on my wife. A thought immediately formed in my mind.
I grabbed my wife, who was about to get out of bed, and slipped my hand under her skirt. Because I had slightly turned my body, the two men could see everything clearly.
I used my right index finger to knead my wife's clitoris through her white lace panties.
My wife tensed up for a moment, then went limp. Trembling, she whispered in my ear, her voice trembling with tears, "Husband...no...don't...I can't hold it in anymore..." She grabbed my arm, trying to pull my hands away, but she was struggling to hold her urine and endure my rough handling; she had no strength left to pry my hands off.
I glanced across and saw the two men staring intently at my wife. As soon as they saw me, they looked away. I smiled inwardly; the fish had taken the bait.
I grabbed the edge of my wife's white lace panties with my right hand and pulled them off forcefully.
My wife squeezed her legs together, too afraid to move because of the urge to urinate, and could only watch as I removed her panties. Luckily, she didn't know the two men opposite could see everything, otherwise she wouldn't have let me take off her panties.
The two men opposite me craned their necks as far as swans could see. When they saw me pull down my wife's white lace panties, their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. When they turned around, they saw my wife naked from the waist down, her skirt already lifted up to her waist, her snow-white legs tightly pressed together as if she were trying to hold something in. Her thick pubic hair lay neatly against her skin, and her pink vulva opened and closed as if panting for something. Both of their penises immediately became erect.
I gently scratched my wife's labia with my fingernail. Her vagina opened and closed more rapidly, and her whole body trembled slightly. Her voice trembled as she said, "Husband...please...um...please...
please...um...let me...go to the toilet..."
My wife twisted her body restlessly, her snow-white breasts trembling slightly with her breath, as if they were about to jump out.
I inserted my right middle finger into her pink vagina. It tightened instantly, as if sucking on my finger. With each thrust of my finger, the tender flesh of her vagina turned out and then retracted, the scraping of my fingernail against the inner walls of her vagina bringing waves of pleasure.
"Um...ah...no...I can't...it's...it's...coming...stop..."
"...Mmm...ahhh!"
My wife moaned softly, her pearly white teeth biting her cherry lips, soft moans escaping her lips.
My fingers twirled and probed inside her vagina, each time they came out covered in a lot of her juices.
With my left hand, I crumpled the white lace panties my wife had just taken off into a ball and stuffed them into her vagina.
"No...good husband...good...good brother...that...ah...can't...can't put it in...
my...my vagina."
"Quick...take it out...I'm...I'm...I'm going to pee...good husband...please...please...please...
let me go."
"Hehe, you little slut, almost done."
I raised my left hand and reached inside the neckline of my wife's dress, grabbing her right, white, tender breast.
The pink nipple stood erect on her white breast, trembling up and down with my wife's panting.
My wife's legs were already intertwined, her face flushed, a pinkish hue settling on her fair, delicate skin. Her tightly clenched lips loosened slightly, releasing soft moans. Her eyes were half-closed, her gaze unfocused as she looked at me.
"I...I can't take it...anymore...hurry...come out,"
I whispered, my right hand sliding down to her urethra.
My wife convulsed, letting out a soft "Ah!"
A stream of pale yellow fluid gushed out, her snow-white, pert buttocks swaying from side to side, her vagina slightly open. The afterglow of her orgasm left her entire body flushed pink.
After a moment, my wife came to her senses, her pretty face turning bright red. She quickly got up and ran to the toilet.
I turned and smiled slightly at the two people opposite me; they quickly turned away, pretending to look at their phones.
I quietly took my wife's drink, poured a small amount of liquor into it, and then returned to my bed. It was already getting dark; it was past midnight. I pretended to be asleep.
My wife came home and saw me asleep. She went back to her own bed, took a sip of her drink, and started playing on her phone.
After a while, the alcohol took effect, her pretty face flushed, and she lay on the bed, half-asleep, her eyes glazed over.
I glanced sideways and saw the burly man and the lewd man across the bed spying on my wife.
The burly man mustered his courage first, climbed off the bed, looked at me from a distance for a while, then came over and shook me.
"Brother, brother, wake up."
Seeing that I didn't respond for a while, he finally got up and sneaked towards my wife's bed.
The burly man climbed onto my wife's bed and reached his right hand into her collar, grabbing one of her soft, white breasts.
"No...don't...husband," my wife murmured.
The burly man became even more excited, ripping off my wife's pink lace bra, grabbing the hem of her white sundress with his left hand, pulling it up to her collarbone, a chill washing over her body.
The cold air finally brought a sliver of reason back to the wife's mind. She opened her eyes and saw the person in front of her clearly.
She cried out in surprise, "Ah!"
"Who are you? Let go... umm!"
"If you don't want your husband to find out, you'd better behave yourself. Let me have my way with you and I'll let you go."
Before the wife could finish speaking, the burly man pressed his right index finger against her clitoris through her pink lace
panties, kneading it, and then threatened her. In the moonlight, the burly man could see the faint outline of black pubic hair through her pink lace panties, a few strands even sticking out in a crooked way. The moonlight seemed to cast a silvery glow on the dark forest.
The burly man could no longer restrain himself and ripped off his wife's pink lace panties.
Looking at his wife's vulva, the burly man impatiently inserted his middle finger into her vagina.
"Ugh...no...don't...there...you can't do that,"
my wife cried out, squeezing her legs together and biting her lip, afraid of waking me. She could only let out soft pleas.
The burly man thrust into my wife's vagina, and a large amount of her juices gushed out.
The burly man held up his fingers, dripping with vaginal fluid, to his wife's face.
"Still pretending to be a virtuous woman? Your body is much more honest than you are; it gets so wet just from being touched."
"No...no...let me go...please!"
The burly man leered, pressing his dripping index finger against his wife's face. The glistening fluid flowed down his finger onto her pretty face, emitting a lewd scent. A look of shame immediately appeared on her face.
The lewd man opposite finally couldn't resist getting out of bed and approaching.
"Brother, let's go together, make room,"
the burly man chuckled lewdly, flipping his wife over so she was lying face down on the bed, her white, pert buttocks facing upwards. The burly man forcefully squeezed her buttocks, then ripped off her dress.
"You're going to put it in my mouth!"
His wife's face paled with fear at the man's words. She tried to get up, her buttocks swaying from side to side, but the burly man slapped her buttocks hard.
"Your husband is right next to you.
If you make a scene and wake him up, don't blame me." The wife froze upon hearing this, no longer daring to struggle.
The burly man and the lewd man pulled out their penises.
The burly man spread his wife's legs, forcing her to kneel on the bed, her vulva completely exposed. Her pink vulva opened and closed, a trickle of vaginal fluid flowing down.
The burly man lifted his wife's buttocks with both hands, pressing his penis against the entrance of her vulva. He slid his penis along her labia a few times before suddenly thrusting it in.
The wife felt her empty vulva instantly filled by a hot penis, and couldn't help but cry out, "Ah!"
"Your husband is right next to you. What will you do if he wakes you up?"
The wife quickly bit her lower lip to keep quiet. This immoral and forbidden pleasure gradually eroded her consciousness. The thrusting inside her vagina, the pleasure of the vaginal walls rubbing against the penis, the intertwining of fear and pleasure, made her slowly succumb.
At the same time, the lewd man grabbed his wife's long black hair and pulled her head next to his penis. The wife's pretty face flushed from the pleasure of the thrusting from behind, and she desperately bit her lip to keep quiet.
The lewd man chuckled, sliding his penis against his wife's face. The fluid from his penis smeared on his wife's face, mixing with the semen the burly man had wiped on her face.
The wife closed her eyes tightly, clenched her teeth, and her body writhed unconsciously. Her pretty face was a complex expression of shame and pleasure.
"Let me help you, I promise I'll shut you up, hehe."
The lewd man looked at his wife's shocked eyes, pried open her cherry lips, and thrust inside.
The wife's pink tongue, unable to dodge in time, landed on the lewd man's glans.
The lewd man shuddered, letting out a soft "Ah," a look of enjoyment on his face, as he slowly began to thrust.
"Ugh...ugh...no...ugh...don't...ah...please...ugh...you...let me go,"
the wife pleaded incoherently, unable to speak properly due to the enormous penis in her mouth.
The burly man and the lewd man reached out and fondled the wife's trembling, white, full breasts, constantly flicking the pink nipples and kneading her breasts into different shapes.
The wife felt that each time the burly man pulled out, only a tiny bit of his penis remained inside, before he thrust in fiercely to the very end, slapping her snowy buttocks with a "slap, slap" sound. The immoral pleasure surged through the wife's body, and her will to resist had been almost completely eroded. Her buttocks swayed up and down with the rhythm of the thrusts, allowing the burly man's penis to penetrate even deeper.
A wanton expression gradually appeared on the wife's pretty face, and moans of "Ah ah" escaped from her cherry lips with each withdrawal of the lewd man in front of her.
"Bitch, slut, now you're tasting the cock, aren't you? Moaning so lewdly,"
the burly man said, slapping his hand on his wife's snowy buttocks with a "smack." His other hand grabbed his wife's full breasts, the smooth and elastic feel making him linger.
"Mmm... Ah ah... Ugh... Harder... Ugh... I'm... I'm going to come,"
the wife moaned unconsciously, writhing her fair body, swaying back and forth with the rhythm of the thrusts, her full breasts rippling with each movement.
"Roar!" The lewd man suddenly let out a low growl, stopping his thrusting rhythm. Streams of cloudy semen spurted out. His wife tried to pull the penis out of her mouth and spit out the semen, but the lewd man held her head firmly, preventing her from pulling away. Streams of cloudy semen sprayed into her mouth, a small amount of which couldn't be contained and flowed from the corners of her mouth, while most of the semen was forced down her throat because the penis blocked the exit.
The wife felt a large amount of semen rushing into her throat, some of it even entering her trachea. She tried to cough it up, but couldn't because of the penis in her mouth, and gradually felt like she was suffocating.
The crisis of suffocation, combined with the pleasure from the constantly thrusting penis behind her, brought her to orgasm.
The burly man behind his wife felt her vagina tighten, clamping his penis shut, while a large amount of warm liquid gushed from her vagina, drenching his glans.
The burly man couldn't help but tremble a few times, and streams of cloudy semen sprayed into his wife's uterus.
"Ahhhhhh... Ugh..."
The wife finally couldn't hold back any longer and broke free from the lewd man's penis, letting out a loud, seductive cry. Her eyes rolled back, her pretty face flushed, and her whole body twisted unconsciously.
The burly man and the lewd man grabbed the wife's pink lace panties and bra and returned to their own bed, leaving the wife lying on the bed panting, white semen still dripping from her mouth. Her breasts trembled slightly with her breath, her vagina slightly open and unable to close, streams of white semen mixed with glistening vaginal fluid flowing over her anus, through her urethra, and onto the bed. [Recent rating record: tgod +8 gold coins, reposted and shared, a red envelope is offered!]

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